Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1504 - 472

Chu Qingwu is dead!

Everyone looked up at the midair, causing a momentary stagnation on the brutal battlefield below. Their faces showed different emotions, but the shock and tremor in their pupils were almost identical.

Chen Cang’s Landgrave Family, the fourth-generation heir of the Chu Family, Commander of Lu River Camp, the legitimate grandson of Yanling County Governor Chu Tianxu, was killed like this?

”Yu Mountain Branch Rebel Army, here to reinforce River Mouth!”

”White Sheep Branch Rebel Army, here to reinforce.”

”Shuhe Branch Rebel Army, here to reinforce...”

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The impact everyone was facing internally at this moment need not be mentioned for now. As several loud shouts came from the southern direction, the attention of both sides, which had paused their battle briefly, was pulled back to the battlefield, and their expressions instantly changed.

In the southern direction, there were unexpectedly over ten thousand people charging towards them. Among them, more than two thousand were armored, and all had cyan linen tied around their left arms.

”The rebellion in the eight villages to the south succeeded, it’s reinforcements, our reinforcements have arrived!”

”Hahaha, brothers, Chu Qingwu is dead, reinforcements have arrived, we have won, we have won, attack!”

”Pincer attack, destroy the Chen Cang Official Army!”

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The death of Chu Qingwu had already injected a strong boost into the rebel army below. The timely arrival of reinforcements from the eight rebellious southern villages was perfect. With only just over twenty thousand rebels left to be slaughtered, they instantly seemed to be on a frenzy, roaring furiously, and their morale was once again raised.

They roared madly, recklessly charging towards the central army again. Even more deadly, with more than twenty thousand surviving troops in the north, and over ten thousand reinforcements in the south, the pincer attack succeeded in encircling the Chen Cang army.

”What are you panicking for? It’s just a disorganized mob; no matter how many come, it’s useless. Rear army, turn and draw bows, shoot the southward rebels. Zijian, lead the front army to continue annihilating the surviving troops!”

The Chen Cang Official Army was divided into two groups. One group was the County Guard Army of Lu River Camp; they initially numbered about four thousand. After such a long battle, their losses were negligible, and there were still over three thousand three hundred left. The other group consisted of the people from the Hekou Village’s Subordinate Bureau and their diehards; they initially numbered just over three thousand, having suffered heavier losses, there were now just over two thousand left.

From combat effectiveness to morale, to battlefield literacy, the regular army was clearly not something ordinary people could compare to; insignificant losses were proof of that.

At this moment, faced with a commander killed, being pincered from north and south, unlike the panic-stricken expressions of the more than two thousand people from the Hekou Village Subordinate Bureau, their panic lasted less than a dozen breaths. After receiving a shout of anger from a middle-aged man in midair, they immediately regained composure.

They quickly followed the man’s instructions, with over a thousand soldiers armed with strong bows in the rear turning their arrows towards the south to suppress; the front army over two thousand charged even more fiercely than before, with human battering rams nearly recklessly crashing into the rebels.

In an instant, the efficiency of the army’s slaughter soared, exceeding even that before Chu Qingwu’s death by two to three tenths.

Knife cleaving, sword stabbing, axe chopping, spear thrusting, hammering, scythe slashing, weapons even cast aside as fists and kicks were used, hands and feet breaking led to biting, in short, both sides were racking their brains to kill the enemy, and the battlefield was instantly blood-curdlingly tragic to the extreme.

The blood splattering everywhere, constantly piling corpses, the gruesome fighting and life-and-death struggles, the overwhelming pain and wailing filling the entire world, all relentlessly reaffirming an ironclad truth:

Rebelling and uprising is not like drinking water or eating, not child’s play, the rule of feudal towns surviving nearly three hundred years without being overthrown has its reasons.

Mud-legged peasants fighting against a regular army is like striking a stone with an egg, even that is putting it lightly.

Therefore, the death of Chu Qingwu and the arrival of over ten thousand reinforcements did not reverse the battlefield situation; no matter how high the rebel army’s morale and intense their emotions were, they were still the ones being slaughtered.

However, at this moment, a few wise individuals on the field, whether engaged in combat or not, unanimously devoted some of their attention to the midair.

To be precise, they were paying attention to the three people in midair.

The first was the Green-faced Heavenly King of the Frost Ash Association; the second was the mysterious individual with a red mask, clad in cyan Gai clothes, holding a black staff, who killed Chu Qingwu; the third was the middle-aged man dressed in cyan brocade, holding a longsword, who immediately appeared and resolutely rallied the official army after Chu Qingwu’s death.

Clearly, the Lu River Camp was not only guarded by a Xianyang level warrior like Chu Qingwu.

But for some reason, the middle-aged man in cyan had never appeared earlier, despite Chu Qingwu fighting the Green-faced Heavenly King of the Frost Ash Association for a long time.

In fact, looking closely at the appearance of the middle-aged man in cyan, the reason is not hard to guess.

The cyan brocade clothes of the middle-aged man had several tears, his breathing was slightly hurried, and the longsword in his hand was still stained with blood.

Evidently, he had just withdrawn from battle too.

And judging by his appearance, the battle was no less intense than this side.

”The twelve Heavenly Kings of the Yanling Headquarters, two weren’t enough, so they even sent a master over, but why doesn’t this person wear a cyan-faced demon mask, and his strength...”

Chen Yuanyan only glanced at the Green-faced Heavenly King before his gaze quickly shifted to the person in front, his expression turning exceedingly grim, not because the opponent’s black staff was lifting Chu Qingwu’s corpse, but because he couldn’t gauge this individual’s strength.

A total of over five thousand soldiers were stationed in the Lu River Camp; sixteen villages usually required each to station a hundred-man team, so there were usually close to four thousand soldiers in the camp.

The Lu River Valley’s defense was led by Commander Chu Qingwu and Deputy Commander Chu Qingkai; naturally, the army was commanded by both; while Chen Yuanyan was the Lu River Commander, primarily responsible for the camp’s military supplies and overseeing the sixteen subordinate bureaus within the Lu River Valley territory.