Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 152 Fierce Battle

However, at this point, Gao Fen could only grit his teeth and proceed with the attack.

He knew that if they retreated now and the enemy informed the rebel forces in Yi City, they would be caught in a pincer attack, leaving them even more vulnerable.

The only option was to take advantage of the element of surprise and quickly break through Qingwan Town before nearby reinforcements arrived.

With the Sword and Shield Soldiers advancing under the cover of heavy shields, Chen Mo and his group braved the rain of arrows and charged forward.

Although Gao Fen wanted Chen Mo dead.

He couldn’t leave him completely unprotected and let him die blatantly, as that would be too obvious.

But even with the shield cover,

Chen Mo and his group still couldn’t get past the moat.

The walls of Qingwan Town were crowded with rebels, and the arrows raining down from the archers were like a storm.

Although these weren’t elite archers of the rebels, Chen Mo and his companions weren’t afraid of such arrows, but there were too many; with their mortal bodies, if they failed to defend, the result would be death.

After several charges, they still couldn’t get close to the moat.

Of course, Chen Mo could have charged through alone.

But if the troops behind couldn’t keep up, he would find himself isolated and helpless.

He had not yet reached the Innate level.

If he fell into an isolated crisis, it would be troublesome.

So Chen Mo held back.

He decided to wait for Huangfu Hao’s cavalry to arrive and then put in more effort to kill.

There was no benefit in exerting himself now.

And after several charges,

seeing that there was no advantage gained,

instead, the Vanguard Army was suffering casualties bit by bit.

Gao Fen finally had the thought of retreating.

He planned to withdraw his troops.

But the rebels in Qingwan Town didn’t want to let Gao Fen escape.

The rebel general had already informed the nearby Yellow Turban Army from a prominent prefecture to come and assist. As long as they held this army in place,

waiting for reinforcements to arrive would mean annihilating this army here.

Then he could claim immense merit and request rewards.

So, with a wave of the rebel general’s hand,

the city gates opened wide, and a large group of Yellow Turban Army soldiers surged out of the city.

Moreover, after the army poured out, the rebel general specifically didn’t close the city gates, seemingly intending to lure Gao Fen to continue the assault.

The rebels surged out of the city, scattered all around, with an overwhelming presence of rebels, disorderly, without formation, charging while howling mindlessly.

The tumultuous momentum was truly intimidating.

Gao Fen’s eyes lit up.

You hid inside the city and shot arrows at me, I couldn’t do anything about it for now.

But since you’ve come out.

Gao Fen was no longer afraid.

Although he advanced recklessly for glory, he could see that these people were completely disorganized, with tattered armor, and many without armor at all; nothing but a rabble.

Meanwhile, his troops were armed to the teeth in full armor.

He commanded the Imperial Guard to form a defensive array to hold them off while waiting for the right moment to counterattack.

Just as he anticipated, after the first wave of the ferocious rebel assault was blocked, their momentum gradually diminished.

Many were crowded behind, holding hoes and sickles, unsure of what to do because their own people were ahead of them, preventing them from advancing.

They couldn’t move forward, nor did they dare retreat, and given their large numbers, why should they be afraid?

So they clustered together, brandishing hoes and shouting to bolster their morale.

Meanwhile, over on the Imperial Guard’s side, their regular training now proved effective, boosting morale further.

Gao Fen spotted his chance.

He immediately issued orders to the Order Flag Soldiers.

The Order Flag Soldiers waved the command flags.

The army formed an attack formation, charging toward Qingwan Town like a spear.

The First, Second Battalions of the Eastern Capital took the lead.

"Stay close to me."

Shouting to Gao Zheng and others nearby, Chen Mo drew the sword at his side, holding the reins in one hand.

The Snow Dragon Steed roared, dashing forward and knocking a rebel aiming for Chen Mo flying.

A rebel wielding a captured spear lunged at the Snow Dragon Steed, only to be cut down into a heap of meat by Gao Zheng and others encircling the steed.

Chen Mo’s Eastern Capital group formed a small battle array, advancing forward.

Because amidst the battlefield, with many threats, one person couldn’t watch all directions, so they needed teammates for protection.

Chen Mo, riding the horse, no longer concealed his strength, his gaze becoming sharp, with True Qi surging throughout his body and pouring into his sword. An overwhelming Sword Intent burst forth from the blade.

With one swing of his sword, the rebels in front fell like wheat being harvested.

The morale of the soldiers around Chen Mo surged, slashing at the charging rebels with their blades.

Gao Zheng, not far from the horse, felt the pressure greatly reduced as the enemy’s attention focused on the Captain.

Just then, a spear suddenly thrust out from the rebel ranks, about to pierce right through Gao Zheng.

A sword light flashed, slicing the spear in two, then the falling spear tip, controlled by Chen Mo, flew up and impaled the rebel wielding the spear right through the heart.

The rebel behind this one also perished along with him.

Gao Zheng: "..."

Song Army: "..."

This guy is a Seventh Grade Martial Artist?

Gao Fen, protected within the Central Army and commanding, also had his pupils contract at this sight.

So strong?

While both sides were fiercely battling, some Song Army soldiers had already crossed the bridge over the moat, heading toward the city walls.

But soon, countless rebel archers appeared atop the city walls and began shooting in volleys at the Song Army down below.

Everyone’s hearts pounded as they watched black-arrowed rain looming down; those Song Army soldiers near the walls defending momentarily were soon overwhelmed with screams, falling in clusters, their fates unknown.

Seeing the Song Army soldiers crossing the moat getting shot dead,

Gao Fen on his central army horse watched the siege progress at the front lines, his brow furrowing deeply.

At that moment, how could he not realize the rebels were deliberately luring him forward?

However, it was already too late to retreat.

Both sides were already closely engaged.

"Press forward with everything we’ve got!"

"Kill!"

Gao Fen decided to make a desperate gamble.

He personally beat the war drums, ordering all three armies to attack.

Ready to throw everything into one final attack.

Chen Mo heard the drumbeats.

His brow furrowed tightly.

Initial momentum can only be maintained briefly before diminishing over time.

The initial burst of energy was already gone. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Now they were starting to falter.

If Chen Mo hadn’t known that Huangfu Hao was coming to support them, he might have considered retreating.

Confused command leads to disaster.

Chen Mo stopped wielding Sword Qi.

He once again activated the Red Sun Bell, fiercely swinging it forward.

Soon, amidst the chaotic battle lasting around two hours,

the more they killed, the more rebels emerged, surging from all directions, forming a trap.

Meanwhile, the more the Song Army fought, the fewer they became.

Though gallant, over time, their strength dwindled, and on the battlefield, one spear couldn’t match ten arrows.

Seeing no chance for the enemy to escape,

the rebel general atop the city walls waved his hand, signaling for the bridges over the moat to be retracted, and readied to close the city gates.

To utterly crush the Song Army’s hopes.

But just at this moment.