Watching his own battle line being broken through by the Wei army step by step, and seeing a famous soldier fall in front of him, the heart of Han Ye, the leader of the Korean army, was filled with pain.

Han Ye tried countless times to prevent the war from sliding into the bottomless abyss, but the battlefield at this moment was no longer under his control.

When the Han army's battle line was completely broken through by the Wei army, and when the screams and screams of fleeing appeared in his ears like a tide, Han Ye's heart was filled with despair.

His eyes lightly glanced at the long sword in his hand, and after a sudden change of expression, Han Ye put it on his neck.

Slowly closing his eyes, feeling the slightest chill coming from the sword, Han Ye's heart became more and more desperate.

"The war is like this. It is Han Ye's incompetence that has failed the king and failed South Korea."

With infinite despair in his heart, Han Ye moved his hands slightly, and the next moment he was going to end his life with the sword in his hand.

At this moment, a shout appeared in his ears.

"Prime Minister, wait a moment."

Following the voice, I saw that the person coming was not Han Yue, but who was it?

Facing Han Ye's gaze, Han Yue said in a deep voice: "Now that the war has been defeated, the Wei army is about to attack Xinzheng City. If there is no prime minister sitting in Xinzheng, how can South Korea resist the Wei army's offensive?"

"Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. Don't forget your responsibilities as the Prime Minister of South Korea because of a temporary defeat when the Prime Minister goes there."

Although Han Yue's words were sincere, they could not interrupt Han Ye's thoughts.

"Han Ye is just a defeated general. How can he go to see your Majesty? What face can he use to meet the Han people?"

After asking Han Yue a question that was also obviously self-deprecating, Han Ye closed his eyes again.

Just as the sword edge was approaching his skin little by little again, Han Ye suddenly felt that his vision suddenly went dark, and he lay down helplessly.

Gently placing Han Ye, who had been knocked unconscious by him, in the corner of the chariot, Han Yue turned around and shouted orders to the surrounding guards.

"You and the others will protect the Prime Minister and leave here immediately. We must ensure the Prime Minister's safety."

"I'll take your orders." After bowing, the guards looked at Han Yue with some hesitation, "General, you..."

"I, Han Yuenai, am a general, and it is my duty to die in battle. The Prime Minister is different from me. The safety of the Prime Minister is related to the entire South Korea, and there must be no mistakes."

After saying this with a touch of determination, Han Yue pulled out the sword from his waist and jumped off the carriage with a slight leap.

"You go quickly, I will lead the army to wait for you. Remember to protect the safety of the prime minister's country."

"I'll wait for the order."

Bowing to accept the order, several personal guards immediately pulled the reins in their hands. The horse pulling the cart felt the pull from behind and immediately began to move its four hooves.

After beheading a Wei soldier with his long sword, Han Yue turned around and glanced slightly.

When the figure of the carriage completely disappeared from the field of vision, a smile gently appeared on the corner of Han Yue's mouth, and a sense of peace of mind appeared in his heart.

With his worries resolved, Han Yue began to devote his entire body and mind to the war in front of him.

Relying on the battle formation fighting skills he had practiced, Han Yue swung the long sword in his hand quickly, and one after another Wei soldiers fell under the sword.

If this moment were in a martial arts arena, Han Yue's performance just now might win the applause of the whole house;

But at this moment, Han Yue was not in a ring, but a battlefield where life and death were not fought.

On the battlefield, one person's efforts are so powerless.

Because both front and rear were subjected to powerful offensives from the Wei army, the Korean army was at a huge disadvantage from the beginning.

This disadvantage caused the Korean army to retreat again and again, leading to the defeat of the Korean army, but it could not be reversed by Han Yue alone.

Even though Han Yue had tried his best to kill every Wei army in front of him, he could not prevent the balance of the battlefield from completely tilting towards the Wei army.

Time passed by, and there were fewer and fewer comrades around Han Yue.

Most of them chose to throw down their weapons and surrender to the Wei army on the opposite side; some also chose to try their best to escape because of the collapse of their psychological defenses.

Of course, there are many Korean soldiers who hold the sharp blade tightly in their hands and look determined to fight to the death with the Wei army on the opposite side.

However, these tenacious Korean troops were quickly defeated by several Korean troops and became another corpse on the battlefield.

Finally, when there were no other comrades around, Han Yue knew that she was alone.

"Huhuhu..."

The long sword in his hand was stuck straight into the ground in front of him. Han Yue was weakly supporting it, and heavy breathing came out of his mouth.

While seizing every opportunity to regain his strength, Han Yue began to look at the scene around him.

Seeing that many Wei soldiers surrounded him but showed no intention to continue the attack, Han Yue knew that the Wei army must have a plot against him.

The fact was just as Han Yue expected. Not long after, a path suddenly opened up among the surrounding Wei troops, and a figure wearing armor that could not conceal his elegant temperament appeared in front of Han Yue.

"Sima Gongsun Qi of Wei State has met the general."

Hearing the identity of the other party, Han Yue slowly raised his head, and his appraising eyes began to move quickly on Gongsun Qi.

After a few breaths of silence, a trace of solemnity flashed across Han Yue's face, "Han Yue, the Korean general, has met Sima."

After bowing and saluting Gongsun Qi in front of him, Han Yue said in a deep voice: "Obviously the troops are weaker than our Korean army, but during the war, they still ordered to divide their troops to attack our army's camp."

"Later, when we were withdrawing our troops from South Korea, we sent waves of Wei troops to delay our advance, which bought time for a decisive battle."

"In the end, the surprise troops and the main soldiers attacked from the front and back, and defeated the Korean army whose morale had been low in the valley in one fell swoop."

After reviewing the entire strategy of the Wei army, Han Yue looked at Gongsun Qichen opposite with a hint of bitterness.

"The Wei State worked very hard for the Battle of Maling, and the strategies they used were not only bold, but also interlocking."

"In this battle of Maling, South Korea did not lose unjustly."

After listening to Han Yue's analysis of himself, Gongsun Qi, who had originally intended to surrender to him, began to love talents in his heart.

With an expression full of kindness, Gongsun Qi said softly to Han Yue: "The talent of a general should not be underestimated. Wouldn't it be a pity if he died on this battlefield?"

"Needless to say." He also responded with a kind expression, and heard Han Yue say in a deep voice: "As a general, Han Yue has long thought that such a day would come. Needless to say, Sima, Han Yue has made up his mind."

While speaking, Han Yue tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in front of her with her right hand, and then pointed a sharp long sword straight at Gongsun Qi in front.

"bring it on."

Seeing Han Yue's determination, Gongsun Qi knew that it would be useless to say anything more, so he was about to order an attack. At this moment, an arrow appeared in his field of vision.

The next moment, the feather arrow shot forward quickly and hit Han Yue's arm.

"ah……"

After a shrill cry of pain and a dull sound of metal falling to the ground, the long sword in Han Yue's hand fell to the ground.

"Capture him."

"Here."

After giving the order, Gongsun Qi's eyes moved to the side of the Korean military camp wall, where Pang Juan had just put down the strong bow in his hand.

At this point, the battle of Maling came to an end.
Chapter completed!