Chapter 1155 - 1096. The League Was Pushed Back Hard
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The armies of Hengyuan, bolstered by the traitorous forces of their former brethren, were swarming through the mountains like a plague of locusts made of iron and fire. Panic, absolute and suffocating, seized the three remaining lords. Their armies were surprised, scattered, and actively being butchered. Their allies were traitors. Their mountains were burning. The endgame of the northwest had arrived, and it was entirely bathed in blood.
What followed the catastrophic betrayal of Yan Xing and Cheng Li was not a series of battles, but an unmitigated, continent-shaking rout. The armies of Lu Kan, Mang Xing, and Yang Qiu, which had spent the last several weeks desperately holding the treacherous, narrow mountain passes of Liang Province, suddenly found themselves caught in a terrifying, inescapable vise of iron, fire, and absolute treachery.
The physical and psychological toll of fighting a two-front war against both an invincible empire and their own former brethren was completely devastating.
The defensive lines, meticulously constructed over years to repel eastern invaders, were entirely useless when the daggers were plunged directly into their backs. In the northern, southern, and central valleys, the loyalist soldiers of the remaining three lords were pushed back aggressively, losing their hard won ground at a staggering, uncontrollable rate.
Panic, the most infectious and lethal disease on any battlefield, spread through the ranks like a wildfire in dry brush. Commanders lost communication with their lieutenants.
Supply lines were severed, not by Hengyuan saboteurs, but by the desert cavalry of Yan Xing and Cheng Li, who knew the hidden mountain routes just as intimately as the men they were slaughtering.
High upon a ridge overlooking the sprawling, chaotic slaughter of the central valley, the command pavilion of the Hengyuan strategists buzzed with relentless, cold efficiency.
Chen Deng and Fa Zheng stood side by side, their eyes scanning the massive clouds of dust rising from the basin below.