Chapter 852
Killing the Enemy
Pan Yun first saw the thick fog-like aura of bloodlust ahead, and then saw the battlefield below.
Jingyuan and his group of over a thousand men were surrounded on a low slope, with Oirat cavalry on all sides, making it impossible for them to break through.
Pan Jun and the others didn't recognize Jing Yuan, but they recognized the military uniforms of the Ming Dynasty. She glanced at Miao Zhen and the other three, and said in a deep voice, "Let's start from here and take them out."
The four agreed.
The Meteorite Frost Sword appeared in Pan Yun's hand, and the other four people also held their own weapons.
Xue Shao quickly glanced at the area and pointed northeast, saying, "That's where the defenses are weakest. Lure them out from there."
The group glanced at it and agreed.
The Three Treasures Cauldron burst forth from the thick dark clouds and approached the hillside. The five people leaped down, and the Three Treasures Cauldron shrank in mid-air, hanging on Pan Jun's waist. Pan Jun, carrying a cat in one hand and a sword in the other, charged down.
Since they were breaking out from the northeast, they went straight for the Northern Hu people in the northeast.
With a single sword stroke, Pan Yun brought down a man on horseback. Before he even hit the ground, he braced his body against the horse, kicked off, and flew forward again. He then slashed off the man's arm as he raised his saber, and with a swift stroke, the man's head fell to the ground...
In the blink of an eye, he had killed two people.
Jingyuan's gaze swept over it, and he was greatly surprised.
Where did these people come from? How did they suddenly appear on the battlefield?
The night was dark, and he didn't see the five people descending from the sky. Some soldiers saw them but thought they were just seeing things due to exhaustion. But seeing their incredible bravery, they were greatly shocked and couldn't help but shout, "It's gods! Gods have come to save us!"
Although Jingyuan found it absurd, he did not stop him. At this moment, believing in gods was better than not believing.
Miao Zhen and her three companions managed to hold off a dozen or so riders charging from the northeast. Pan Jun even single-handedly tore open a gap in the enemy lines. Wherever she went, people fell to the ground and horses galloped away. Pan Jun turned around and shouted, "Hurry up and leave!"
Jingyuan snapped out of his daze and shouted, "Let's go!"
Soldiers with horses charged out, while those without grabbed any of the enemy's empty horses and galloped off, with Jingyuan and two lieutenants covering their retreat.
The lieutenant gave Jingyuan a push, urging him to hurry up!
Jingyuan blocked the descending blade with his sword. Just as he was about to speak, his opponent cried out in pain and fell from his horse. Pan Yun coldly surveyed them and ordered, "All of you, leave! I'll cover your retreat!"
Upon hearing this, Jingyuan didn't hesitate and ran away with his two lieutenants.
Pan Yun gave Xue Shao and the others a look, and without saying a word, they snatched the empty horse and chased after Jing Yuan.
Pan Jun landed behind them. After they had gone some distance, his sword flew into the air and instantly became thousands of sword lights. The tips of the lights were aimed at the thousands of Oirat soldiers who were charging from three sides. The warhorses neighed and dared not move forward in fear.
The Oirat army was also stunned by this strange phenomenon.
Pan Yun stared at them with icy eyes, then with a flick of her wrist, her sword flashed and flew away. Screams erupted, and thousands of people fell from the slope.
By the time the Oirat army caught up with them and climbed the slope, Pan Jun had already pulled a horse and galloped away through the gap.
"What happened? What was that flash of light just now?"
They jumped off their horses, grabbed a fallen soldier, and questioned him urgently. They discovered that there was no arrow in his chest, but a gash was open, and blood was gushing out.
Pan Xiaohei, perched on Pan Jun's shoulder facing the hillside, its body rising and falling with the galloping warhorse, watched for a while, then turned back and shouted loudly in Pan Jun's ear: "No pursuers!"
Pan Yun: [I can hear you just by thinking it in my mind, but you have to shout it in my ear.]
Pan Xiaohei grunted but didn't say anything. It hadn't even complained yet, but because of her plan, they were now losing merit points like a babbling brook. If it weren't for their large base number, which meant there would still be points deducted, lightning would have already struck them on the head.
Pan Yun quickly caught up with them.
Jingyuan's group was exhausted, and most of them did not have horses. They ran all the way on their own two legs. When Pan Jun caught up with them, the road was full of tired soldiers who had fallen behind.
Miaozhen and the others did not run wildly, but slowed down and picked up people along the way.
Those who are exhausted should be helped aside and given some sugar water; those who are injured should be bandaged and treated with medicine.
Jingyuan, who was running ahead, slowed down. After confirming that the Oirat army had not caught up, he immediately sent out scouts to investigate the enemy's situation, while he began to gather the remaining troops.
It wasn't until late at night, with dark clouds gathering and the temperature plummeting, that he managed to find all the straggling soldiers.
Xue Shao found a sheltered spot suitable for setting up camp.
After the group moved to their encampment, Jingyuan finally had a chance to look at Pan Jun and the other four: "Who are you?"
Pan Yun: "A Taoist priest who traveled here."
Jingyuan looked puzzled: "A Taoist priest?"
Of the five people, apart from Xue Shao who was dressed in a scholar's robe, the other four were dressed in Taoist robes, which was indeed the attire of Taoist priests, but they were all too young.
Ignoring Jingyuan's doubts, Pan Jun looked up at the sky.
There wasn't a single star tonight; dark clouds loomed overhead, and a strong wind was rising. She knew this was the young emperor's last chance.
She took a step that changed the young emperor's fate, but she wasn't sure that the future of the Ming Dynasty would also change.
If she doesn't take this step, the young emperor's fate will be infinitely close to another time and space, at which point she will give him a different ending, and the future of the Ming Dynasty will be changed from then on.
What she wants is change!
Pan Jun stood firmly on the spot, looking at the distant sky where lightning flashed and thunder roared.
A strong sense of unease welled up in Jing Yuan's heart. He followed Pan Yun's gaze and saw that it was in the northeast direction, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
He was dispatched to intercept the pursuing army of Arajiin, and engaged in a battle of pursuit and retreat at Yaoling, while the imperial chariot headed south.
He had been out for three days, and of the 30,000 troops he had brought with him, only a little over 1,000 remained; the rest had either died in battle or disappeared without a trace.
Three days should be enough for the emperor to cross the Inner Great Wall, right?
The battlefield was constantly changing, the direction was uncertain, and the whereabouts were difficult to ascertain, so news was cut off. Jingyuan was unaware that his beloved emperor had been blocked by Bayan Temur after his hasty retreat south.
The emperor and his men stopped there and could only send a large army to fight Bayan Temur.
With the emperor personally in command, the losing streak was instantly reversed. Under the young emperor's command, the Ming army fought bravely and won four battles in a row.
The British prince sensed something was wrong and went to the battlefield himself. He saw that Bayan Temur and his army were retreating very quickly. Although the army seemed chaotic, they had not abandoned a single weapon. They only dropped a few pieces of armor and hats on the way back. His expression changed immediately, and he warned the emperor: "Esen is luring the enemy deep into our territory. Your Majesty, we should stop the pursuit and head south immediately."
The army, pursuing Bayan Temur, had strayed from its original route and was gradually heading north. Unaware of the actual situation in Xuanfu, continuing north at this point was still too dangerous.
The Emperor said, "I ordered Yang Hong to send troops to provide support, and Yang Hong has already dispatched his son Yang Jun to the north of Huailai City. These Oirat people are now retreating to Huailai, which is the perfect time to attack from both sides and form an encirclement. How can we retreat?" (End of this chapter)