Chapter 351: Minglong Pass Breakthrough
Xue Rengui demonstrated extraordinary command ability on the battlefield. He constantly adjusted tactics and strategies to ensure that the Cangzhou army always maintained a tight formation.

Whenever the Yellow Turban Army launched a fierce charge, he was able to mobilize troops in time to launch a defensive counterattack, forcing the enemy to return empty-handed.

Tie Shiwen fully utilized the mobility and assault capabilities of the cavalry, leading the cavalry of Cangzhou to move flexibly on the battlefield and constantly tearing apart the Yellow Turban Army's defense line.

Whenever he discovered the weakness of the Yellow Turban Army, he would launch a fatal attack without hesitation, catching the enemy off guard.

During the fierce battle, Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen always remained calm and rational.

They accurately conveyed every tactical instruction through battle flags, orders and messengers.

"The left wing attacks, the right wing supports, and the center army defends firmly!"

Xue Rengui's orders were as inspiring as a war drum.

"Attack the enemy's rear and cut off their retreat!"

Tie Shiwen commanded the cavalry decisively.

Under the clever command of Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen, the Yellow Turban Army gradually fell into a passive position.

Although King Menghu was no pushover, he gradually seemed overwhelmed by the tight formation and precise strikes of the Cangzhou army under the command of Xue Rengui, whose command value had risen to 104.

They tried to adjust their tactics, but every counterattack was cleverly resolved by Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, with smoke filling the battlefield and the sound of killing deafening.

Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen are like the soul figures on the battlefield, and every order they give can influence the direction of the battle.

Faced with Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen's sophisticated tactics and tight formations, Zhang Liang and King Meng Hu knew that the Yellow Turban Army was in trouble at the moment.

The two looked at each other and made a decision in their hearts.

"Today's battle is not favorable to our army."

"The white-robed general on the opposite stage is extremely skilled in military tactics and uses troops like a god, and our army is already showing signs of fatigue."

"In my opinion, how about withdrawing the troops for now and fighting again another day?"

Zhang Liang took a deep breath and spoke to King Meng Hu in a deep voice.

"General Ren Gong is absolutely right."

"If we fight now, we may suffer heavy losses. Let's retreat to the camp and make long-term plans."

Upon hearing this, King Menghu nodded heavily and said in a rough voice.

"All troops, listen up and retreat in an orderly manner. Do not panic!"

Seeing that the leader of his side, King Meng Hu, agreed, Zhang Liang no longer hesitated, raised his bamboo stick and gave orders loudly.

Although the Yellow Turban soldiers who were fighting at the front were unwilling to give in, they began to retreat to the rear camp in an orderly manner under the strict order of their commander.

Seeing this, Xue Rengui did not rush to pursue, but calmly observed the movements of the Yellow Turban Army.

Don't pursue a desperate enemy. Moreover, although the Yellow Turban Army's front army was defeated, the main force in the rear is still strong, so we must not underestimate the enemy.

Tie Shiwen led the cavalry to patrol the edge of the battlefield to prevent the Yellow Turban Army from suddenly counterattacking.

Keep an eye on the retreating Yellow Turban Army and ensure the safety of the Cangzhou army.

As the Yellow Turban Army gradually retreated, the smoke on the battlefield slowly dissipated.

Under the leadership of Xue Rengui and Tie Shiwen, the Cangzhou army began to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded.

The soldiers' faces were filled with the joy of victory, but their eyes remained vigilant and determined.

At the same time, Zhang Liang and King Meng Hu led the Yellow Turban Army to retreat to the rear camp.

His face was full of fatigue and loss.

In the camp, a bonfire was burning, illuminating the faces of Zhang Liang and King Meng Hu.

The two sat around the campfire in silence for a long time.

"The two new dry dogs that came this time are indeed extraordinary."

"Although our army was defeated in today's battle, we also gained something."

"At least, we have more or less learned about the strength and tactics of the Cangzhou army."

Finally, Zhang Liang broke the silence and sighed, "General Ren Gong is absolutely right."

"This defeat was not caused by the war itself, but by the enemy's powerful military tactics and unexpected moves."

"But our Yellow Turban Army is no pushover, we will surely avenge our previous humiliation one day."

King Menghu nodded, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"General Meng is right."

"Although our army was defeated, we still have a million strong Yellow Turban Army!"

"As long as our morale remains high and we are united, we will not be afraid of the so-called Cangzhou army."

Zhang Liang heard this, a determined light flashed in his eyes, he stood up, patted King Meng Hu on the shoulder and encouraged him.

At the same time, on the northern border of Daqian, the dangerous Minglong Pass is experiencing an unprecedented baptism of war.

The hundreds of thousands of Night Demon Army led by Ye Wuhen, like surging waves, continuously attacked this ancient pass.

After more than ten days of fierce fighting, the originally indestructible city wall finally showed signs of fatigue under the Night Demon Army's non-stop attacks day and night.

Above Minglong Pass, battle flags were fluttering and beacon fires were blazing.

Wind and Snow and Lightning, the two divine generals who were the sturdy pillars guarding this territory, now looked embarrassed.

They stood side by side, looking at the enemy troops swarming in like a swarm of ants, and couldn't help feeling a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

"Fengxue, it looks like we will lose this pass tonight."

There was a hint of helplessness and unwillingness in Lightning's voice.

"Yuzhou's cavalry is the best in the world. Ye Wuhen's forces are too strong. We have tried our best."

Fengxue was silent for a moment, took a deep breath of the cold wind filled with gunpowder, and spoke slowly.

As night slowly fell, the Night Fury Army outside the pass lit torches, and the flames dyed the dark sky red.

Ye Wuhen rode on a black warhorse, his cold eyes piercing through the blazing flames and staring straight at the gate of Minglong Pass.

"Come on, let me see if you can withstand my attack this time."

he muttered.

The armies of both sides engaged in a fierce battle in front of Minglong Pass.

Arrows fell like raindrops, horses neighed, and the shouts of the soldiers shook the sky.

Fengxue and Lightning took the lead and led the elite defense team to hold the city wall.

Their figures appeared so brave and fearless in the war, as if they were going to trample all enemies under their feet.

Seeing this, Ye Wuhen couldn't help but sneer.

He waved his hand to signal the archers in the rear to prepare to shoot, and at the same time ordered the heavy infantry to move forward to fight.

As the Night Furies launched their final charge, the ancient city gate slowly collapsed with a huge crash.

Fengxue and Lightning looked at each other, and a hint of determination flashed in their eyes.

"Pass the order down, the entire army retreats in an orderly manner and abandons Minglong Pass."

Fengxue's voice was firm and decisive.

As the order was issued, tens of thousands of soldiers guarding the pass began to evacuate in an orderly manner.

There was no fear on their faces, only determination and reluctance.

This was the land they swore to defend with their lives, but war was cruel, and in order to preserve more manpower, they had to retreat temporarily.

"We will come back one day."

Lightning turned his head, took a deep look at the dilapidated city gate behind him, and said softly.

The horn of retreat sounded in the night sky, the sound was tragic and long.

(End of this chapter)