12dz Chapter 260 Crossing the Long River
Chapter 260 Crossing the Long River
The so-called "fighting generals" are all high-level martial artists, imbued with true qi, wearing several layers of heavy armor, riding fine horses, wielding long and heavy weapons, and protected by personal guards.
Using their generals as spearheads, they formed small cavalry squads of several dozen men, taking turns to fight like a swarm of bees.
When a general's true energy is exhausted, the next general will lead his troops to take over.
In this way, the entire cavalry could launch dozens of attacks in a single battle, appearing as an unstoppable, overwhelming offensive.
of course.
Previously, Chai Qing, Guo Laogan'er, and Wu Tiechuan had each fought their way through the enemy lines, killing one or two of their opponents.
On the battlefield, those with superior skills can often decide life and death in the blink of an eye.
The bandit cavalry were also experienced veterans, and they knew they outnumbered the enemy.
This single cavalry unit alone outnumbered the officers and soldiers by several times, and another cavalry unit was still nearby.
Once the household guards and cavalry are driven away, they can come to provide support at any time.
Even if the soldiers in front of us are full of momentum, kill many people, and charge forward, what difference does it make?
As long as they cannot break through the enemy cavalry's formation, the government troops' sharp arrows will eventually be shattered within the thick formation.
What good is a sharp and pointed arrow?
The more fiercely you fight, the faster you advance, but you'll just become duller and break apart even faster.
The bandits waited for the government cavalry to exhaust themselves, so when Chai Qing, Guo Laogan'er, and Wu Tiechuan charged into the enemy lines, he only sent one or two fighters forward.
They lost, so be it. Anyway, they have more people and a stronger force, so they still have a chance.
However, the situation on the battlefield is constantly changing.
Meanwhile, the two bandit cavalry units circled around from the left and right, intending to surround and capture the general's personal guard cavalry battalion that was still wreaking havoc in the bandit infantry formation.
When General Wang gave the signal for the Ghost Battalion to attack and waved the command flag, he simultaneously waved the command flag to order the household guards and cavalry battalion to retreat.
Fearing that the household guards and cavalry might get carried away in the fighting and lose sight of the flags, they also ordered a signal cannon to be fired as a warning.
Those household guards and cavalrymen lived up to their reputation as elite troops; they immediately withdrew, carving a bloody path through the bandit infantry and heading straight for the main camp.
They changed ranks extremely quickly, without any hesitation or lingering in battle, and the bandit infantry, already in disarray, could not stop their advance.
Because these servants retreated so decisively, only the rear guard of about a hundred men were caught by the bandit cavalry.
Seeing that the pursuit was fruitless.
The thousand-plus bandit cavalry reacted swiftly, splitting off nearly half of their cavalry into the vanguard, and they circled around to intercept the Ghost Battalion cavalry, intending to cut off their retreat and encircle them from both sides.
The remaining 500-odd cavalrymen continued to pursue and oppress the household guards' cavalry, driving them far away from the battlefield.
Even if they couldn't swallow this big fish and fat meat, annihilating the Ghost Battalion cavalry would be acceptable and would be considered a major victory.
Seeing their own troops closing in from afar, the bandit cavalry commander blew three sharp, melodious whistles.
blah blah blah...
The sound of horses' hooves echoed!
The six cavalry generals who had not yet moved out filed out one after another and charged toward Yang Silang.
The bandit commander must use overwhelming numbers to break the enemy's arrogant advance!
He was very accurate in his judgment.
They have been fighting for several days in a row.
He knew that the Ghost Battalion cavalry battalion opposite him was mainly composed of temporarily recruited warriors.
Among them, there were a few who were suspected to be Grandmaster-level fighters, or rather, Grandmaster-level martial artists.
The difference between a Grandmaster Fighter and a Grandmaster Warrior is that the former can dominate a battlefield, wielding armor and sharp weapons to break through waves and destroy enemies; while the latter cannot, as they do not practice battlefield killing techniques.
Battlefield killing techniques must be simple and efficient, sometimes even at the cost of injury, in order to kill the enemy in the shortest possible time.
A warrior needs good horses, good armor, and good weapons, as well as fierce and loyal bodyguards to protect him so that he can continuously replenish his energy and fight for a long time.
The several grandmasters of the Ghost Battalion had nothing. Although they were highly skilled, they consumed a great deal of true energy, and some of them even used short copper pipes as weapons.
He could only unleash about 40-50% of his full strength on the battlefield.
The only one who misjudged was Yang Silang.
When Yang Silang swept away the five bandits with a single spear thrust, the bandit commander urgently blew his whistle.
The official, acting commander, was riding a demon cavalry with full protective gear and still wielding a long spear, using the same spear technique for charging into battle on horseback.
In addition, with the foundation of a Grandmaster, one can also achieve perfect harmony between man and horse, making such a person an excellent fighting general and a god of war on the battlefield.
We can't let this guy get carried away with killing; we must kill and stop him immediately!
The whistle blared incessantly.
The six remaining warriors among the bandits stepped forward and galloped towards Yang Silang.
The first fighter was a burly man who rode a large horse with demonic blood that was several heads taller than ordinary horses, and held an extra-long spear in his hand.
It was several feet longer than a regular gun.
In horse battles, an inch longer means an inch stronger!
He had already spurred his horse to its maximum speed, and he pounced like lightning, his spear pointing straight at Yang Silang's chest!
Whoosh!
at the same time.
A gray streak, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot through the air.
A gray streak, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot through the air.
Hidden within the ranks of the bandit cavalry was a fierce warrior who had already unleashed a powerful arrow aimed straight at Yang Silang's face—hitting the target before it even struck!
Behind Yang Silang, the crowd gasped in surprise at the sight, holding their breath for him.
Unfortunately, Guo Laogan and his men had fought a battle before and were exhausted, so they were unable to help.
In the rear camp.
General Wang snatched the flag from the messenger and shook it frantically.
"Retreat...retreat...don't charge..."
The messenger then sounded the retreat horn.
However, turning from a forward charge to a retreat is extremely difficult for cavalrymen moving at high speed, especially when they are entangled with enemy cavalry.
Seeing this, the Ghost Guerrilla did not hesitate to rein in his horse and lead his hundred or so personal guards in a slanting charge, trying to escape!
These conscripted warriors are insane! Why risk their lives if they're not getting a single tael of silver from the government?
That's the downside of people who have never actually been on the battlefield; when they're blinded by rage, they only know how to charge forward and don't know when to advance or retreat.
If they want to go crazy, let them go crazy on their own.
I can't just throw my guerrilla unit and a hundred or so personal guards into this bloody grinder of the battlefield.
Six warriors charged forward, and another warrior skilled in archery hid in the crowd and fired sneak arrows!
Not to mention that behind these warriors were hundreds of bandit cavalrymen.
Meanwhile, several hundred more bandit riders surrounded them from behind.
It was originally just a short, quick attack to stop the enemy cavalry and then stop, but who knew these warriors would get so caught up in the fight that they couldn't tell the difference between strong and weak!
Behind Yang Silang, even Chai Qing, a veteran of many battles, subconsciously slowed down his horse, his face showing hesitation as he considered retreating.
Perhaps today is not the right time; the enemy is too strong. Maybe we should try to break through another day?
Yang Silang, who was at the forefront, was now filled with boiling true energy and soaring killing intent, having entered a state of selflessness.
As the arrow hurtled towards him, he flicked his bone spear. What was originally a level spear stance suddenly turned into a swift, upward flick, like a startled snake turning over.
Snapped!
The spearhead struck the arrow precisely.
The immense force shattered the arrow into dust.
The opposing general was overjoyed to see this, as his opponent had a wide-open goal. He accelerated forward and thrust forward fiercely.
Yang Silang lightly tapped Daqing's left abdomen, and Daqing, as if by telepathy, moved half a step to the left with lightning speed, the super long spear almost grazing Yang Silang's side.
The pangolin's scales are slightly curved and have a layer of oily sheen. They are not easily affected by force, and the spearhead slipped and shot out directly when it touched them.
In the blink of an eye.
The two are close to each other.
Yang Silang's spear, which was originally poised to pierce the arrow, suddenly trembled as he swung it down like a giant python, descending from its height as if struck by a heavy hammer.
Uh...
A fierce wind swept over us.
Killing Spear - Mountain Crash!
With this strike, he incorporated the fist intent of the Flaming Mountain Suppressing Seal that he had comprehended, using fire-elemental true energy as a catalyst to ignite the powerful and profound earth-elemental true energy.
The giant fighter's vision went black for a moment. In his daze, the spearhead appeared as large as a mountain crashing down on him, and he felt like a tiny speck of dust with nowhere to hide.
He was so overwhelmed by the oppressive force that he was momentarily stunned.
On the battlefield, life and death can be decided in an instant.
Snapped!
A shower of blood exploded!
He and his horse were smashed to pieces on the battlefield by this spear, turning into a pile of minced meat...
Yang Silang charged past without stopping.
The second bandit general arrived, wielding a long-handled wolf-tooth spear.
This soldier is eighteen feet tall, with an iron spearhead at the top, but four layers of sharp branches extend from it, dense like thorns, and it is skilled at locking and seizing soldiers.
He thrust out with his spear, which spun like a spiral drill, and Yang Silang also thrust out with his spear. The two spears clashed and instantly became entangled.
The enemy was overjoyed. He used his wolf-tooth spear, combined with his unique entanglement technique, to seize many of his opponents' long weapons, and then spun them rapidly with both hands.
Yang Silang sneered and turned his gun in the opposite direction.
Killing Spear: Coiled Dragon Twist.
Click, click!
The enemy soldier felt a powerful, spiraling force emanating from the gun, as if he were being swept into a terrifying underwater vortex, feeling utterly powerless to resist.
He screamed in agony as the gun barrel rubbed his hands raw, revealing grotesque white bones.
That wasn't the end of it. The force traveled to his arms, making a series of cracking sounds. His arm bones were twisted into a pretzel and shattered completely, hanging limply at the bottom.
The thorny branches on that strange weapon, the wolf-tooth rake, were broken into pieces, and without its owner to hold, it fell to the dust.
The two horses had already passed each other.
Whoosh!
The hidden warrior in the enemy cavalry formation fired his third arrow!
Yang Silang swiftly reached out and shattered the arms, then grabbed the neck and tightened his grip with his five fingers.
Click!
He crushed the man's throat vertebrae.
With a casual flick of his wrist, Yang Silang blocked the incoming arrow from the fallen general, then tossed it forward towards the third attacking general.
The third bandit fighter wielded a long-handled Guan Dao and was also a ruthless man. Without hesitation, he roared loudly, his tongue like thunder, and swung his sword down from top to bottom.
Swish!
He cleaved his colleague's corpse in two with a single stroke, the blade hidden in the rain of blood, slashing down with ferocious killing intent!
This strike contained all his martial spirit and intent, unleashed with full force, leaving no room for retreat, and without any fancy moves!
The bandits fought the general, only to find that the blade fell on empty ground.
He calculated the speed of both sides precisely for this strike, ensuring that the blade landed at the peak of his power.
But just as he was halfway through his attack, Yang Silang appeared before him, followed by a lightning-fast thrust of his spear.
The thrust was so fast that only a blur could be seen in the air.
Killing Spear - Thunder Thrust!
The warrior panicked and tried to return the blow, but the momentum had already waned.
Click.
His neck was pierced, and he was thrown off his horse by the enormous impact.
Yang Silang pierced the corpse with his spear and continued his charge, his body radiating intense killing intent and boundless ferocity!