Suddenly, just as Yang Ran was shocked by the scene before him, a blood-red python emerged from the sea of blood, opening its cavernous maw to lunge at Yang Ran.
On one side were the soldiers of the Hong Regiment, who had been resting and building up their strength for eleven days, filled with firm confidence and courage; on the other side were the abandoned, remnant soldiers of the Great Qing, trapped in a solitary city with their backs to the wall, with nowhere left to retreat as they faced total annihilation. The battle between the two sides was a life-or-death struggle from the very beginning, leaving no other way out.
The peasant army's charge was naturally a chaotic swarm, and it relied entirely on a single surge of momentum. Once that momentum dissipated, a rout was inevitable.
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