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At this point, there were still more than twenty Xun Province boats on the river that had not made landfall.
“We can win!” Zhao Pan’s heart settled. He threw his head back and laughed. “Boys, drive these wretches back to the river! I want to watch that old dog Nian jump in himself!”
With that shout as a trigger, the Yuan soldiers finally pushed past those first waves of panic and began to steady, regroup, and counterattack.
The army shifted from retreating inward to pushing outward, inch by bloody inch, forcing the enemy back to the north.
Every step forward left a river of blood on the ground.
Yet instead of falling back toward the riverbank, the Xun Province troops began yielding ground toward the west, bracing themselves against the mounting pressure and withdrawing that way instead.
The terrain there rose higher, and beyond that lay a broad, open plain.
They understood perfectly well that if they were driven back to the river’s edge while still unable to win, only death would await them.
He Lingchuan swung the Rising Dragon spear in a sweeping arc, cutting down another man, then another. A strangled scream nearby drew his eye. A Yuan soldier had been caught by a cannon shot. Half his skull was gone, scalp dangling off one ear and flapping as he swayed. In the flicker of firelight, Lingchuan could see red and white leaking from the exposed cranium.
The man collapsed and...
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