Chapter 238 Falling from the Warhorse
The war horses neighed and arrows rained down.
Chagatai, who was leading the marching troops at the rear, gave hurried orders.
"Get on the shield..."
The soldiers of Beiyi Jun holding shields hurriedly stood in front with their shields in hand.
The Northwest Army's rain of arrows immediately hit the shield.
Yang Fengxiao and General Cao Sui from Fuzhou exchanged a glance, and Yang Fengxiao immediately gave the order.
"Soldiers, listen to my orders! For the sake of the people behind us, we will fight to the death with our swords in hand without regret..."
The soldiers on both sides were dressed in heavy armor, armed with spears and sharp swords, and rushed towards each other with a desperate attitude.
As the vanguards of the two armies collided, the neighing of war horses, the clashing of weapons, and the shouts of soldiers were like a huge war meat grinder, reaping lives at every moment.
The Northern King who escaped from the canyon was dumbfounded. Where did so many Northwestern troops come from? It seemed that there were quite a lot of them, at least 70,000 or 80,000. He led 100,000 Northern Wing troops to attack Lianghe Cliff, but lost tens of thousands of people in the canyon, and the rear was actually attacked.
"Damn it, Hu Yanzan, didn't you say there were only 100,000 troops stationed in the northwest? At least 60,000 to 70,000 of them died in the battle on the city wall. Now so many Northwest troops have appeared. Tell me, what's going on?"
Master Qingyuan, also known as Huyan Zan, also frowned in confusion.
"I've been in the Northwest for decades, and the information I've gathered can't be wrong. How come there are still so many Northwest Army soldiers?"
Suddenly, I saw that some people in the Northwest Army didn't even have armor, and even when they raised swords to fight, they were just using brute force, not like soldiers with formal training. I understood everything at once.
"King of the North, the Northwest is using civilians as soldiers. Many of them are ordinary people, plus the troops mobilized by various prefectures..."
Before Master Qingyuan could finish his words, the King of the North spoke loudly.
"Warriors of the northern wing, the Northwestern Army has been completely defeated. They are just some powerless civilians making a last-ditch effort. Let's kill them all in one fell swoop and take over the Northwest."
The morale of the Northern Wing Army soared when they heard this.
"Brothers, kill......"
"Killing these people will allow us to take over the northwest..."
Suddenly, a sound carrying internal force was heard on the battlefield.
"My fellow soldiers, I, Jun Moye, as the heir of the Jun family, have been entrusted by the late emperor to live and die with you. I fight on this battlefield today, holding the dragon pendant as if I were here in person, representing the Jun family in the imperial city. Facing a formidable enemy, I, the soldiers of Tianyuan, must be as determined as a sword, slashing through all obstacles and tearing down all invading enemies. Soldiers, fight..."
The last word "war" was uttered with a strong murderous intent.
The morale of the basic soldiers and the common people who came to participate in the war suddenly increased greatly. After all, the Imperial City Jun family and the jade pendant that seemed to be personally present were of great importance.
"kill………"
"kill…………"
"kill………"
The entire wilderness was filled with shouts and cries of killing. The sounds of swords, spears, and lances clashing pierced people's eardrums. The sounds of fighting and the clashing of swords and spears resounded throughout the world. Following the howls of pain, one soldier after another fell in a pool of blood. The whole place was filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The battle was brutal...
Jun Moye rode on a warhorse and looked at the King of the North with murderous eyes.
"Northern King, we finally meet."
The sharp sword in his hand emitted a chilling cold light.
The King of the North looked at the young Jun Moye with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"When did such a person appear in the Northwest?"
Master Qingyuan spoke hurriedly.
"Northern King, this is Jun Moye, the boss of Yue Manting. He seems to have connections with the people of the northwest. He used to be the crown prince of Tianyuan Qinwang Mansion. His father was defeated in an internal struggle by the former crown prince, now the Tianyuan Emperor, and was exiled to the northwest. He does have some skills, and I'm afraid using the people as soldiers is his method."
The Northern King was even more indifferent after hearing this. He looked at Jun Moye and said contemptuously:
"You little brat, your General Pei couldn't even withstand a few blows from me. Today I'm going to take your head and see how you can continue to lie..."
Jun Moye had already controlled the horse and rushed towards him.
"drive………"
Seeing this, the King of the North showed no sign of weakness. With a sarcastic smile on his face, he held a big knife in his right hand and controlled the reins with his left hand, rushing towards Jun Moye.
"drive…………"
"Dang..." It was the sound of swords colliding. Almost at the same time, the two men turned their horses around again, and in an instant, their swords faced each other again.
The cold light of swords and knives flashed, and the air was filled with the sharp sound of weapons rubbing against each other, one move after another.
There was some difference in the eyes of the King of the North. He didn't expect that Jun Moye, who was so young, could withstand so many moves from him?
The contempt in his eyes disappeared, and he started fighting seriously. The battle became more and more shocking, and the two of them fought hard.
After all, the King of the North is the best warrior in the North Wing. The rumor that he can kill countless enemies with just one blow of his sword is not false.
After fighting countless moves, Jun Moye felt a slight numbness in his palm.
In the distance, Su Hanchu's figure was as fast as the wind, and his movements were incredibly fast. The sword in his hand turned into thousands of afterimages, and wherever he went, there fell the heads of the Northern Wing Army.
When he saw Jun Moye was at a disadvantage, his eyes turned cold. After all, the Northern King had many years of combat experience and was much older. It was already very impressive that Jun Moye's men could withstand so many moves without being defeated.
After killing several Northern Wing soldiers around him, Su Hanchu flew into the air with his sword and attacked the Northern King.
Jun Moye took the opportunity to stab the Northern King's warhorse. As the warhorse neighed, the Northern King dodged Su Hanchu's killing move and fell off his warhorse...
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