Chapter 1807: Failed Persuasion
No matter how nonchalant he acted, Su Pingbei wasn't a fool. He knew that once the sixteen cavalry of Yan Yun and 140,000 troops went on a rampage, his small force wouldn't stand a chance.
Even if I fight to the death to delay, until the prince's reinforcements arrive, my side is destined to be wiped out here.
With life hanging in the balance, Su Pingbei's vigilance reached its peak.
As expected, soldiers immediately came to inquire.
"General Su, should we intervene?"
The situation is now clear: the Yan Yun Sixteen Riders have mutinied within their ranks, and officers on both sides have begun to fight. However, no one outside knows the true details of what's happening.
Su Pingbei, after a moment's thought, said in a low voice: "First, order everyone to enter combat readiness and be ready to deploy at any time, but no one is allowed to act without my command."
Upon hearing this, the soldiers didn't hesitate and immediately went to relay the order.
The fierce fighting among the Sixteen Riders of Yan Yun did not abate with the arrival of Tie Futu, but instead grew even more intense.
At its worst, the fighting spread outside. Su Pingbei could even see soldiers in the same uniform fighting in groups with their own.
Blood flowed like a river, and cries of "kill" filled the air.
Su Pingbei gradually clenched his fist, saying coldly: "These people, their enemies should be the Liao army, but now they raise their weapons against their own countrymen!"
At this very moment, Su Pingbei hated those stubborn Yan Yun Sixteen Cavalry generals to his core. He wished he could catch them one by one and flay their skin and pull out their tendons.
But he gritted his teeth and held still.
He knew that right now, it was only a mutiny within the Yan Yun Sixteen Riders. Once he got involved, it would become a full-blown mutiny of the entire Yan Yun Sixteen Riders. The situation would rapidly deteriorate, leading to an unmanageable crisis.
A quarter of an hour later, a soldier clad in iron pagoda armor was covered in blood. He burst out and roared at Su Pingbei: "General Su, Wu General's message is that a batch of men have been beyond saving; they are going to defect to the Liao army. Wu General is outnumbered and under pressure, requesting reinforcements!"

Su Pingbei widened his eyes in disbelief. As expected, the attempt to persuade them had failed.
"Damn it!"
Su Ping cursed in northern dialect.
He wanted to provide support, but with just a few people under his command, how could he possibly offer any?
If these people charge in, the entire Yan Yun Sixteen Riders will lose control and a chaotic battle will erupt.
Just then, a loud and resonant horn blast rang out. A rumbling, earth-shaking roar, like the tilting of a great river, surged forth.
Su Ping raised his eyes and saw that the Golden Army's banners had already arrived behind the sixteen riders of Yan Yun.
That flag was waving now with a peculiar rhythm.
Su Pingbei's scalp went numb when he saw this. He roared, "Where are the flag soldiers?! Come here quickly, what does the Jin army's flag mean!?"
On the battlefield, the situation was chaotic. Once the two armies began to fight, there was no time or opportunity to personally deliver orders from superiors. Therefore, all troop movements were communicated through flags.
A flag bearer tumbled and scrambled over to Su Pingbei, looked up for a moment, then gasped, "General, they asked if we should attack. There are 300,000 Jin soldiers here."
Su Pingbei's eyes widened. He knew Li Chen had a trump card, but he didn't expect it to be so big, bringing the entire Jin army up.
With a stomp of his foot, Su Ping roared north: "Tell them, the whole army attacks, crushing the rebels!"
At this moment, the Eighteen Riders of Yan and Cloud are no longer the Eighteen Riders of Yan and Cloud, nor are they allies. They have become rebels.

A single rebel, their fate and end were already sealed.

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