GBP Chapter 2324 Just bad luck
Chapter 2324 Just bad luck
The rebel infantrymen were like paper in front of the oncoming cavalry, and were instantly scattered!
Spears pierced through bodies, swords severed heads, and horses' hooves crushed bones! Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy instantly echoed across the plains!
The rebels' formation has completely collapsed!
Those soldiers who were originally charging forward desperately no longer cared about Chu Yun, Lü Xiuwen, or wealth and glory; they had only one thought.
Run! Run as far away as possible!
But how can two legs outrun four legs?
The White Horse Cavalry, like tigers among sheep, charged back and forth through the routed rebel army, reaping one life after another.
With each charge, a group of rebels fell; with each swing of the sword, a head rolled.
The massacre began.
Chu Ning stood inside the shield wall, coldly watching everything unfold.
His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and the mountains of corpses, landing on the rebel soldiers who were frantically fleeing only to be caught and killed by the cavalry.
His face showed no pity, only a deep, icy coldness.
He finally spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the fierce shouts of battle, reaching everyone's ears:
"Issue my decree—except for Chu Yun and Lü Xiuwen, all other rebels shall be executed without exception."
"According to the order!"
With a roar, the White Horse Cavalry captain raised his spear high and gave the order to massacre.
The massacres became more efficient, more ruthless, and more thorough.
The routed rebels were divided and surrounded by the cavalry, and then cut down piece by piece.
Some knelt down and begged for mercy, only to have their heads chopped off; others fled in panic, only to be caught up by warhorses and pierced through the back by a spear.
Some collapsed completely, limp to the ground, letting the cavalry's swords fall upon them.
The screams, wails, and pleas for mercy gradually faded away.
Instead, there were the dull thuds of blades piercing flesh, the splattering sounds of warhorses trampling corpses, and the gurgling of blood flowing.
A full hour.
When the last rebel was cut down by a cavalryman, and when the last scream faded into the cold wind, the entire plain finally fell into a deathly silence.
The corpses were piled up like mountains.
Blood flowed into a river.
Those thousands of rebel soldiers who were just moments ago alive and charging wildly are now all cold corpses, lying haphazardly on the official road, on the paper money, and before Han Xing's coffin.
The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood, which mingled with the acrid smell of burning paper money, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
Those civil and military officials who stood behind Chu Yun and witnessed the massacre were now ashen-faced and trembling.
Some people couldn't bear the horrific scene and suddenly bent over, vomiting with a "whoosh".
Then, the second, the third, the fourth...
Vomiting sounds rose and fell, the sour and bloody stench mingling together, making this hellish scene even more nauseating.
Deng Hongwen forced himself not to vomit, but his face was ashen, his legs were weak, and he could barely stand.
He had lived so long and witnessed countless deaths and deaths, but he had never seen such a brutal and thorough massacre.
Thousands of lives were wiped out within an hour, not a single one was spared.
Liu Shouren, supporting Deng Hongwen, was also deathly pale.
He closed his eyes, unable to bear looking at the scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
All around him were the sounds of ministers vomiting, the howling of the cold wind, and the gurgling of blood flowing.
Shen Wanying tightly protected the three children, preventing them from witnessing this horrific scene.
Wu Zetian and Feng Mulan stood beside her, their expressions equally solemn, yet they remained calm.
They were people who had experienced the battlefield, witnessed life and death, and seen bloodshed. Although they were shocked at this moment, they were still able to remain calm.
Chu Ning remained standing in the same spot, motionless.
His gaze slowly swept over the mountain of corpses, the river of blood, and the scattered weapons and flags.
His face was expressionless, only a deep, calm as still as a thousand-year-old icy pool.
The massacre is over.
The rebels were all wiped out.
Just then, heavy footsteps sounded. Zhao Yu and several white-horse cavalrymen, escorting two blood-soaked and disheveled men, arrived before Chu Ning.
Those two people were none other than Chu Yun and Lü Xiuwen.
Chu Yun's princely robe was already tattered and covered in mud and blood.
His hair ornament was nowhere to be found, his hair was disheveled and hanging over his shoulders, and his face was covered with bloodstains and bruises.
Two cavalrymen held him down by the shoulders, but he still struggled to raise his head and stared intently at Chu Ning with his bloodshot eyes.
In that gaze, there was resentment, hatred, fear, and a trace of despair that even he himself was unwilling to admit...
Lü Xiuwen was even worse off.
His purple robe and jade belt were now tattered and torn, his body covered in blood, and one arm hung limply at his sides, clearly broken during the charge.
He was dragged to Chu Ning by the cavalry like a dead dog, and then slammed heavily to the ground.
He lay on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to raise his head or look at Chu Ning.
The "warrior" who was just now roaring and wielding a long sword has now become a pitiful creature trembling and unable to utter a word.
Zhao Yu knelt on one knee, clasped his hands, and reported: "Your Majesty, the traitor Chu Yun and the rebellious minister Lü Xiuwen have been captured by this humble general! Please grant them their punishment, Your Majesty!"
Chu Ning did not answer immediately.
He simply stared at the two men before him, at the "Seventeenth Brother" who had orchestrated this rebellion.
Looking at this "key minister" who was the first to betray him and the first to charge forward recklessly.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness:
"Chu Yun, Lü Xiuwen, do you two have anything else to say?"
The cold wind howled, swirling up a shower of paper money.
Paper money fluttered and landed on the mountains of corpses, on the rivers of blood, and on the disheveled bodies of Chu Yun and Lü Xiuwen.
Han Xing's coffin stood quietly in the distance, its blood-stained banner fluttering in the wind, as if playing a final elegy for this bloody end.
Chu Yun stared intently at Chu Ning, then suddenly burst into maniacal laughter: "Hahahaha, Chu Ning, what are you so smug about!"
"You're just lucky. If I were the victor today, I would treat you the same way."
"Now that I'm in your hands, you may kill me or torture me as you please."
Chu Yun knew better than anyone the consequences of rebellion.
Moreover, his eighteenth brother was always ruthless and intolerant of any wrongdoing, so he would naturally show no mercy to his only surviving elder brother.