At this moment, the sun shines brightly, but the spring chill lingers.
The war drums thundered, and the battle cries shook the heavens.
The wilderness outside Xiazhou City has been transformed into a gigantic grinding wheel of flesh and blood, devouring countless lives.
Murong Chunhua led a thousand Murong cavalrymen, who, like sharp arrows, once again plunged straight into the central army of the Xijing army.
Their horses' hooves shattered shields, and their swords swept across necks; they were incredibly fierce and brave.
However, having suffered two defeats at the hands of the Hedong army's cavalry, Yang Fan was already on high alert.
At the front of the central army, three thousand heavily armored infantrymen stood like an iron wall, their long spears stacked in layers like a dense forest, and a large number of tripwires and caltrops were scattered on the ground.
"boom!"
The Murong cavalry crashed violently into this iron wall!
The mournful neighing of warhorses and the screams of soldiers rang out instantly.
The momentum of the charge was abruptly halted, and the cavalry were surrounded by heavy infantry. Spears pierced from all sides, and cavalrymen fell from their horses and were hacked to pieces.
Murong Chunhua charged left and right, his sword stained with blood, but he could not break through this barrier of death, and his Murong warriors suffered heavy losses.
Lin Feng, who was commanding the troops in the central command post, watched with eyes wide open and heart bleeding.
The Murong cavalry were his hope for breaking the stalemate in Xia Prefecture, but now they were in dire straits.
"We can't wait any longer!"
Lin Feng roared, "The last thousand cavalry, attack! Rescue General Murong!"
"Xi Sheng! Mo Dao Battalion, advance! Cut a bloody path for me!"
"All capable soldiers of the central army, follow me—charge!"
With a clang, Lin Feng drew the Embroidered Spring Knife that Zhao Muyun had personally bestowed upon him during the first military training course.
He took the lead, mounted his horse, and led the last two thousand reserves into the vortex of death before him without hesitation.
The last of the Hedong cavalry joined the battle, slightly relieving the pressure on the Murong tribe.
Xi Sheng's Mo Dao battalion was like a moving steel jungle. The heavy Mo Dao were swung, accompanied by a shrill wind, cleaving the Xijing soldiers in the two, armor and all, and carving a distance into the enemy ranks.
Lin Feng led his infantry closely behind and engaged the Xijing army in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat.
The battlefield has entered its most brutal phase of attrition.
The struggle for every inch of land has come at the cost of countless lives.
The soldiers of the Hedong Army fought to the death and were incredibly brave, but Yang Fan's Xijing Army not only had a numerical advantage, but was also an elite force painstakingly built by Yang Yan.
They are no longer the peasant army that rose up a year ago; they have been transformed, and their fighting strength and will have become extremely tenacious.
They surged in wave after wave, constantly eroding the already meager strength of the Hedong Army.
Corpses piled up like mountains, blood stained the earth red, and even the air became thick and had a fishy smell.
Lin Feng was wounded in the arm, Li Mao was covered in blood, Xi Sheng's longsword had been chipped, Tong Gu's face was covered in blood, and Murong Chunhua's warhorse had collapsed, leaving him to fight on foot...
The number of soldiers in the Hedong Army was visibly decreasing, and they were holding on by sheer grit and determination.
Similarly, the Xijing army also suffered heavy casualties, and their formation began to crumble. However, Yang Fan continued to shout and urge on the battle from the rear. Both sides were on the verge of collapse, and it was a matter of who would give up their last breath first.
......
Just as the two sides were locked in a fierce stalemate, on a gentle slope about three miles away in the northwest corner of the Xiazhou battlefield.
A Wuhuan scout cavalryman was the first to appear on the hilltop. He reined in his horse and looked towards the devastating battlefield in the distance.
Immediately afterward, another cavalryman appeared beside him, and then, as if by magic, the entire ridgeline of the hillside was quickly covered by a dense array of cavalrymen.
The afternoon sunlight slanted down from behind them, outlining their strong silhouettes.
The metal ornaments on the saddle and the weapons in their hands reflected a dazzling light, making them seem as if they were born from light, tall and majestic, exuding an undeniable majesty and power.
This scene resembled an army from mythology, destined to turn the tide of battle at a crucial moment, descending to the mortal realm.
It's exactly like the scene where the Rohan cavalry appear in Lord of the Rings!
Although there were only a thousand cavalrymen, their imposing presence atop the hill was awe-inspiring.
Huan Naxue, dressed in a light silver-white armor and a red cloak, rode a magnificent white warhorse, parted the cavalry, and slowly came to the top of the hill, standing at the very front of the column.
She gazed at the battlefield in the distance, littered with corpses and filled with the deafening sounds of battle, and at the "Lin" and "Murong" banners that were teetering on the brink of collapse but still fighting fiercely. Instantly, a murderous intent ignited in her phoenix eyes.
She abruptly turned her horse around to face a thousand warriors from her tribe.
He held the greatsword high in his hand, its cold light gleaming in the sunlight.
"Warriors of Karasuma!"
Her voice was clear and powerful, reaching the ears of every cavalryman with the vastness of the grasslands and the majesty of Naji.
"Look there! The blood of our comrades is flowing! Our land east of the river is being trampled!"
"My husband, your Grand Commander, is fighting a bloody battle against an even stronger enemy in Liangzhou!"
"And here, his brother, our comrade, is protecting our home with his life!"
She pointed her greatsword forward, the tip aimed at the massive formation of the Western Capital army, and her voice suddenly rose, filled with the clanging of metal on metal:
"That traitor Yang Fan led his ruthless army to invade our territory and slaughter our compatriots! This hatred is irreconcilable!"
"Today, I, Huan Naxue, in the name of Wuhuan Naji, and in the name of the wife of Grand Commander Zhao Muyun, ask you—are you willing to follow me, break through the enemy lines, slay generals and seize flags, and use the swords in our hands to tell these enemies—"
She took a deep breath, and with all her might, let out a shout that shook the entire field:
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