vrcanaries Chapter 1267: Rage of the Iron Cavalry
Chapter 1267: Rage of the Iron Cavalry
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Accompanied by muffled roars, countless specially crafted halberds, each as thick as a bowl and as long as two feet, were slammed into the ground, their butts pressed against the ground, their tips pointed diagonally forward. Densely packed, their cold gleams gleamed, forming a hopeless steel jungle! Clad in heavy armor, the soldiers, rooted to the ground like rock, their shields linked together, forming an iron wall!
"Charge! Push them away!" A Qiang captain with bloodshot eyes roared as he led his personal guards to launch a desperate charge despite the rain of arrows!
boom!
The high-speed galloping warhorse crashed heavily into the gun array!
Snap! Puff!
The teeth-grinding sound of bones shattering and weapons piercing flesh resounded with a thud! The sharp spear tips easily pierced the horses' chests, the immense momentum knocking the spearmen back several steps, blood spurting from their mouths, but the formation remained intact! More spears pierced through the gaps, piercing the fallen Qiang soldiers! The wails of the horses, the screams of the knights, and the clanging of metal were deafening!
The Qiang charge was like waves crashing against rocks, seemingly ferocious, but shattered on the rocks, leaving only a pile of broken waves (and flesh and blood). The narrow terrain made it impossible for them to fully utilize the advantages of cavalry, and they could only be fed into this meat grinder in batches!
Just when the main force of the Qiang army was being held tightly at the mouth of the stream, and the central and rear armies were stretched into a long snake due to the crowded terrain, and their formation was at its most vulnerable—
In the western forests, as if a dormant giant beast had awakened, eight thousand black-armored cavalrymen, led by Meng Zhi, let out an earth-shaking roar!
"Black Armor Army——Kill——!!!"
The black torrent, like the shadow of death from hell, crashed into the waist of the Qiang marching column from the flank with overwhelming force!
The Black Armored Cavalry, both men and horses clad in heavy armor, charged forward like a moving mountain! They didn't use scimitars, but rather long-handled horse lances and heavy Mo Dao, which were more effective at breaking through enemy lines and charging into battle!
Meng Zhi led the charge, sweeping across with the massive, door-like blade in his hand, slicing three Qiang soldiers who were attempting to form a formation, their horses and bodies cut in half! Blood and viscera splattered all over him, yet he remained oblivious, charging forward like a mad tiger!
Wherever the Black Armored Cavalry passed, it was like a hot knife cutting through oil! The heavy horse lances easily pierced the thin leather armor of the Qiang cavalry, sending them flying; the terrifying Mo Dao was brandished, shattering both men and horses! The Qiang cavalry, unable to turn and fight in the narrow terrain, had no way of turning around, their flanks completely exposed, and were instantly torn apart, suffering heavy casualties!
"Stop them! The rear troops, turn around! Block the flanks!" a Qiang general shouted at the top of his lungs, but the order was impossible to convey in the chaos. The rear troops, hearing the screams in front and the cries of killing from the flanks, panicked. Some tried to charge forward, some retreated, and some turned around, but instead they bumped into and trampled on each other, becoming a chaotic mess!
Meng Zhi's cavalry was like a red-hot blade, slashing in fiercely and stirring madly, completely cutting the Qiang army in two! The front and center armies were isolated, the rear army was defeated, and the command system was instantly paralyzed!
The Qiang army in the ravine was completely plunged into the abyss of despair. In front of them was a spear array blocking their way, making it impossible to move forward; above them was a rain of arrows, with casualties everywhere; and from the side, the iron cavalry charged and their formation was in chaos!
At this moment, the dark black dragon flag in the Qian army’s central camp moved!
The gate of the village burst open!
Qin Ming led the charge, his dark golden armor adorned with coiled dragons reflecting a cold light under the gloomy sky. The massive black iron sword in his hand seemed thirsty for blood. The inky black divine horse beneath his crotch reared up and let out a neigh that ripped through the air!
"Daqian - ten thousand victories!" Qin Ming's voice was cold and high-pitched, like the declaration of the god of death, clearly overwhelming the noise of the battlefield!
"Ten thousand wins! Ten thousand wins! Ten thousand wins!" The main force of the Qian army, which had been gathering strength for a long time, roared like a tsunami, and the fighting spirit reached its peak!
The dragon flag pointed forward!
The black torrent surged again, with the emperor as the vanguard. The main force of the Qian army was like a raging tide that broke through a dam, pressing forward from the front and joining this final massacre!
Qin Ming led the charge, wielding his massive black iron sword, unleashing a bloody hailstorm! No tricks, only pure power and slaughter! Wherever his sword struck, men and horses were ripped apart! He was like a god of war, sending limbs and arms flying wherever he passed, sending the Qiang soldiers fleeing in panic. No one could withstand his swift attack!
The main force of the Qian army followed closely behind, advancing with spears like a forest, and sword and shield soldiers hacking at the scattered enemies. The entire front line was like a huge millstone, crushing forward mercilessly, forcing the desperate Qiang soldiers to death step by step!
Wu Dun watched in the center with rage. He tried to organize a counterattack, to stabilize his position, but it was too late. The rain of arrows weakened their strength, the terrain restricted their mobility, the flanking attacks disrupted their formation, and the main attack led by the emperor himself completely destroyed their will!
Panic spreads like a plague!
"Defeated! Defeated!"
"Khan! Go!"
"Escape!"
The Qiang soldiers began to collapse. They dropped their weapons and tried to turn their horses around, but they were blocked by their own people and ruthlessly cut down by the Qian army. Luoying Gorge had become a true death trap, with nowhere to escape!
A drizzle had begun to fall, mixing with blood, staining the entire stream a shocking crimson. The bodies of men and horses piled high in the mud, tattered banners soaked in blood, and horses, bereaved by their masters, wailed and wandered among the corpses.
Qin Ming reined in his warhorse, standing amidst a sea of corpses and blood, his black iron sword dripping with blood. He surveyed the battlefield with indifference, watching the Qiang army crumble and fall, watching those once-mighty steppe knights being slaughtered like lambs to the slaughter.
The outcome of the war is already determined.
The Qiang army within Luoying Gorge was completely trapped, with no way out. The Qian army's killing machine operated with precision and ruthlessness, transforming this narrow valley into a vast, ever-shrinking death cage.
The three thousand crossbowmen had already settled into a ruthless rhythm. They were no longer soldiers, but rather the extension of the fingertips of death. The commander's cold command was faintly audible amidst the dense clatter of bowstrings:
"Triple formation! Shoot in turns!"
"Here!"
The crossbowmen quickly divided into three lines: the first line kneeling to fire, the second standing ready, and the third quickly drawing their bows. The rain of arrows never paused, like a never-ending storm of death, one wave after another, pouring down continuously!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—Puff! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—Puff!
The clatter of arrows piercing the air and the shredding of flesh and blood mingled, a shuddering sound. Within the ravine, the bodies of men and horses piled up faster than they could be trampled, forming a sickening wall of corpses. The subsequent Qiang cavalry charge was severely hampered by these obstacles, their speed greatly reduced, and they became sitting ducks for the crossbowmen.