Chapter 528: The Defeat Was Like a Mountain Collapsing, and the Illness Was Gone Like a Thread Being Pulled Out.

In the rebel headquarters, battle reports were coming like snowflakes, making Sun Xiangtian anxious.

He had never thought that he would be beaten by the enemy first when he raised 200,000 troops to fight against the Seventh Legion of more than 10,000 people.

Facing the hesitant eyes of his subordinates, Sun Xiangtian felt that his prestige was rapidly declining. He urgently needed a chance to prove himself.

He not only wanted to win, but also to win a big victory to wash away the impact of the previous defeat.

Sun Xiangtian gave up the exploration method of small-scale vanguard troops and changed to radical large-scale collective action.

Since the quality of individual soldiers could not compare with the Seventh Legion, he simply gave up the conventional fighting method.

Even if ten were replaced by one, with the number and logistical advantages of the rebels, the Seventh Legion could be exhausted to death!

In order to prevent Guanshan from adopting the tactics of the Venerable Chiseling Cavalry to harvest and run after hitting, Sun Xiangtian did not disperse the large troops. The distance between the various legions was very close. He would rather sacrifice mobility than give Guanshan a chance to steal.

In the following days, the rebels were like chicken blood, changing their previous slow marching style, and 200,000 people started the flat-push mode.

The smoke and dust raised during the march rushed straight into the sky, like a sandstorm piercing into the Wanli Demon Domain.

However, the consequence of giving up mobility is that the rebels can't keep up with the Seventh Legion at all, and can only passively follow the opponent's buttocks in circles.

The most disgusting thing is that the Seventh Legion will deliberately slow down its marching pace, giving the rebels an illusion that they are about to catch up.

But whenever the distance between the two sides is close enough and a decisive battle can be launched immediately, the Seventh Legion will speed up again and throw the rebels a long distance.

The two sides chased each other like this for three days, dragging the rebels from the initial momentum to exhaustion.

The 200,000 troops basically never had a good sleep, and they were on the march every moment.

For the officers, the three-day journey was tiring, but they could still persevere by gritting their teeth, after all, it was their war horses that worked hard most of the time.

But those soldiers who were not equipped with war horses suffered a great disaster.

Even with the physique of the awakened, they could not withstand such torment.

Finally.

On the fourth day of the pursuit, the rebels began to fall behind seriously.

The original advancing phalanx could not be maintained at all, and the battle line was dragged longer and longer.

The soldiers' eyes also changed from the desire to make merit at the beginning to the desire to rest.

The overall morale fell to the freezing point.

On the fifth day, the rebels really couldn't stand it anymore, and many legions sent requests to the headquarters, hoping to slow down the speed of advancement in exchange for some breathing time. If they continued to chase, the soldiers' legs would be weak.

Just when Sun Xiangtian was furious in the headquarters and was about to kill a few senior officers to establish his authority, an urgent report came, which completely confused him.

The Seventh Legion, which had been chasing for five days, actually gave up escaping, turned around, and killed the rebels!

"How many people did you say?" Sun Xiangtian looked at the battle report in front of him, his eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets.

He knew every word in the battle report, but he couldn't believe the content that was reflected together.

"Three thousand cavalry, broke in from the right wing, then penetrated the second and third legions, and forcibly broke out from the sixth legion on the left wing, killing seven thousand of us in one charge??"

Sun Xiangtian looked at his personal soldiers with a sullen face, and repeated the content of the battle report with a slight tremor.

"In fact... more than seven thousand people... Seven thousand people are just the number of people who were killed on the spot. Those who trampled on each other in the battle and those who escaped, added together... the number has exceeded ten thousand..."

The personal soldiers noticed that Sun Xiangtian's face was not right, and reported with trepidation in their hearts.

Sun Xiangtian was stunned for a moment, the muscles on his face stiffened, and his eyelids twitched rapidly.

After a long while, he suddenly laughed.

"Hehe..."

"Ten thousand people..."

"One charge, less than half an hour, and ten thousand people were gone..."

Sun Xiangtian leaned back slightly, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and he laughed louder and louder, and the more he laughed, the more creepy it became.

The guards and officers around him all lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look directly at his expression.

He kept laughing for a long time, until he almost laughed himself to death, and then Sun Xiangtian stopped laughing.

His face gradually turned cold. He took a deep breath and roared with all his strength, "Even if there are 10,000 fucking pigs, sitting in line on the guillotine waiting to be killed, they can't kill 10,000!!"

"Pass my order! The commanders of the Second, Third, and Sixth Legions, all be beheaded on the spot, and their heads will be circulated throughout the army!"

"Let the supervision team find all the scattered deserters, and behead them wherever they are found. I want them all to die in this Wanli Demon Domain!"

"I want them to die without a complete corpse!!!"

Even Sun Xiangtian himself didn't know whether his last roar was directed at those damned pigs or the ghost-like Seventh Legion.

He only knew that he wanted to kill people now!

The sudden attack of the Seventh Legion completely stunned the rebels.

Even though Sun Xiangtian killed a lot of heads, he couldn't reverse the low morale.

The rebel soldiers simply couldn't understand why 200,000 people would be pressed to the ground and slaughtered like chickens when they were outnumbered by 10,000.

Every soldier couldn't help but feel something that he hadn't felt before.

This battle...

may really be lost.

Guanshan didn't give the rebels much time to breathe. In the early morning of the next day, the cavalry of the Seventh Legion bypassed the bloated rebel army again, attacked from the flank, killed nearly 10,000 people, and left.

The same thing happened on the third day.

The rebels advanced aggressively for five days, without even seeing the shadow of the Seventh Legion.

But within three days of seeing the Seventh Legion, they suffered three defeats in a row.

The key is that the Seventh Legion didn't give the rebels a chance to launch. Every attack was a blitzkrieg. From the time the scouts found the traces to the time they left after completing the charge, there was no time for the rebels to react.

The cavalry of the Seventh Legion didn't have any lingering feelings. Even if they could completely destroy the enemy by continuing to charge back and forth, they would not stop at all. They left decisively.

The rebels were completely out of temper after being beaten by Guanshan. The commanders of each legion were praying desperately, hoping that the Seventh Legion would not hit them.

On the fourth day, the cavalry of the Seventh Legion appeared from the horizon, brandishing bloody long swords and charging.

The morale of the rebels finally collapsed completely.

There was no resistance at all, no thought of fighting.

Everyone had only one thought in their mind.

Run!

Run! !

The defeat was overwhelming.

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