OBS Chapter 2260 Madness!
Chapter 2260 Madness!
Helian Hui paused, his eyes flashing with cold light, and added, "Immediately dispatch two groups of fast riders, one to find Li Shiming and the other to find Chu Xuan!"
"Tell them that Zhao Yu's White Horse Cavalry will arrive in no more than half an hour! This is their last chance!"
"If you still want to kill Chu Ning and complete our great cause, then immediately give me their last men and last strength! Join me in launching a general offensive!"
"If we miss this moment and Chu Ning lives to see today, the three of us, as well as our tribe and our country, will all face his endless revenge in the future!"
"Success or failure, life or death, all hinge on this one battle! Let them decide for themselves!"
Helian Hui's order was filled with a desperate madness, and also carried the threat of an ultimatum.
He no longer considered teamwork or tactics; he was determined to use human lives to achieve his goals.
With the purest power, we will preemptively behead the White Horse Cavalry before their sword of Damocles falls!
The messenger dared not delay, mounted his horse, and galloped off in the direction of the Tang army and Chu Xuan.
Helian Hui himself said no more, and he ripped off his already tattered, gorgeous leather robe.
Clad only in his inner armor, he raised his jewel-encrusted scimitar high and unleashed a deafening roar at the Scorpion Clan cavalry who had regrouped upon hearing his command:
"Eagles of the grasslands! Follow your Khan in one final charge! Slay Chu Ning and forge the eternal glory of our Scorpion Clan! Kill—!!!"
He took the lead, disregarding the safety of his commander, and charged towards Chu Ning's last stronghold like a completely frenzied beast.
Behind him, the remaining Scorpion Clan cavalry were also infected by this desperate spirit, letting out their final howls, a mixture of exhaustion and madness.
They converged into a black, desperate torrent, surging towards that seemingly crumbling yet steadfastly standing island.
Almost simultaneously, Li Shiming and Chu Xuan, who received Helian Hui's almost insane yet crucial ultimatum, made the same choice after a brief moment of shock and deliberation!
Li Shiming's face was pale, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He glanced at the approaching smoke and dust in the southeast, then looked at Chu Ning, who was so close yet still impossible to capture, and knew that Helian Hui's words were true.
This is truly the last chance. If Chu Ning manages to hold out until Zhao Yu arrives, everything will be over.
He abruptly drew his imperial sword and roared at the equally exhausted Tang generals and his last elite personal guards:
"Soldiers of the Great Tang! Our lives depend on this battle! Follow me—charge to the death! Target: Chu Ning! Those who retreat will have their entire families exterminated! Those who advance will be ennobled and appointed prime ministers!"
Chu Xuan's reaction was even more intense. He had just launched another unsuccessful attack when he received the news and was on the verge of exploding in rage.
Helian Hui's threat and last chance completely ignited all the jealousy and fear he felt towards Chu Ning.
"Chu Ning must die! He must die!"
He roared like a wounded beast, no longer caring about the decorum of a prince, brandishing his sword and shouting at the remnants of the Youzhou army and his personal guards beside him:
"Men of Youzhou! Charge with me! Kill Chu Ning, and this world will be ours! Wealth and glory will be within our grasp! Kill!"
In an instant, the Allied offensive, which had been somewhat sluggish and hesitant due to prolonged attacks and heavy casualties, was disrupted.
Under the relentless, all-or-nothing orders issued almost simultaneously by Helian Hui, Li Shiming, and Chu Xuan, the atmosphere suddenly boiled over and ignited once more!
The three streams represent the final and most crucial forces of the three factions, a torrent of flesh and blood.
From three different directions, with a do-or-die, all-or-nothing spirit, like three red-hot giant pincers, they simultaneously and relentlessly clamped down on the center of Changtingpo.
Chu Ning and his last remaining guards, numbering less than a hundred!
The ferocity and madness of the offensive far surpassed any previous one!
The Allied soldiers were led by the Supreme Commander and driven by both their lives and enormous interests.
Completely abandoning their fear of death, they surged forward like a tidal wave, using their bodies, weapons, and every means at their disposal to frantically attack and tear at Chu Ning's last line of defense.
Arrows rained down like locusts, and swords flashed like snowflakes; the struggle for every inch of land was accompanied by the instantaneous loss of several lives.
Chu Ning, Guan Yun, and Ran Ming were instantly engulfed in this final and most ferocious wave of attacks.
They stood back to back, like the last reef in the eye of a storm, enduring the relentless, frenzied impacts from all directions.
Every moment was fraught with danger, and every second felt like an eternity.
As the morning light shone, blood splattered continuously, and fragments of armor and broken weapons flew everywhere.
Chu Ning continued to swing his silver spear, but the speed seemed to have slowed down slightly.
Guan Yun's Green Dragon Crescent Blade seemed to grow heavier with each swing.
Ran Ming's roar was tinged with barely concealed panting.
The decisive battle at Changtingpo reached its bloodiest, most brutal, and ultimate climax at the moment of dawn!
Helian Hui's reckless gamble has driven everyone to the brink of destruction: either end everything before the arrival of the White Horse Cavalry, or face annihilation together in the morning light.
At dawn, the last stronghold on Changting Slope had been compressed into a tiny space.
From all directions, enemy troops surged in like a tidal wave, howling madly. Swords and spears were like a forest, and arrows were like locusts. Every breath seemed to inhale the heavy stench of blood and death.
Chu Ning, Guan Yun, and Ran Ming stood back to back, with fewer than twenty guards standing around them.
They were all covered in blood, their armor shattered, like the last few stubborn masts on a lone boat about to capsize in a raging storm.
Chu Ning's bright silver spear tip was slightly bent, and his silver armor was covered with marks from knife cuts and sword thrusts, with blood seeping from several wounds staining the inner lining red.
He was breathing slightly, a few strands of hair soaked with blood and sweat stuck to his forehead, but his eyes, even in such a desperate situation, remained as sharp and calm as cold stars.
He parried a spear that thrust at him from the side, and with a swift motion, pierced the enemy soldier with his own spear. In the brief moment between withdrawing his spear, his gaze swept over his two beloved generals, who were covered in wounds but still stood as upright as mountains.
Life and death hung in the balance; the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.
Chu Ning suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear, even carrying an almost incongruous calmness, piercing through the deafening shouts of battle around him:
"Guan Yun, Ran Ming."
Guan Yun was slashing a Scorpion Clan warrior, shield and all, as he attempted to charge forward when he heard this. His Green Dragon Crescent Blade paused slightly, and he replied in a deep voice:
"His Majesty!"
Ran Ming then smashed half of the enemy's shoulder with an axe, splattering blood all over his face. Hearing this, he turned his head, grinned, and revealed his blood-stained teeth:
"What are your orders, Your Majesty? Do you wish for me to advance and kill a few more of them?"