Chapter 378 Escape
Leading the cavalry to Leshan was the longest journey Shen Yuexi had ever taken.
On the one hand, she feared they were moving too slowly, and by the time they reached the battlefield, Xiao Beiheng would have already conquered Leshan City. Xiao Zhuo, her two sisters, Qiu Liming, and Qiang Lin… everyone would have died or surrendered. If that were to happen, she wondered if she would have the courage to continue living.
But on the other hand, she knew clearly that the border soldiers wearing heavy black armor had to slow down so that they could retain their fighting strength when they arrived at the battlefield. If they rushed blindly, the cavalry would be exhausted before reaching the battlefield and would be of no help to Xiao Zhuo.
All night long, these conflicting thoughts tore at her, leaving her terrified and even wanting to pull her hair out. Fortunately, Qi Shengjue constantly reassured her, saying that Wei Liang had already led his infantry on a forced march to Leshan. With those 35,000 soldiers, Xiao Zhuo would surely be able to hold out. As long as the cavalry arrived in time, the tide of battle could be completely reversed.
As the sun rose and the cavalry arrived on the battlefield, she saw the banner of Prince An towering above Leshan City, and her excitement was beyond words. She had finally caught up. Xiao Zhuo was still fighting, and her sisters must have been fighting too. She had done everything she could. Now the cavalry, the decisive force, had joined the battlefield, and it all depended on their performance.
She didn't dare join the battlefield and could only stand on the slope and watch from a distance.
At the bottom of the slope, the border cavalry wearing black armor rushed towards the enemy like a pitch-black sword. The enemy fired arrows in vain, and the arrows had no effect on the black armor. Then the black sword pierced into the enemy formation and began to sweep away everything. The enemy collapsed at the first touch and fled.
Shen Yuexi was excited to see such a powerful cavalry, but suddenly she noticed that an army of about several thousand people was rushing towards the border cavalry. The leader was wearing a golden armor and dragon robe, holding a glittering sword high. It was Xiao Beiheng.
Xiao Beiheng also knew the huge threat posed by this cavalry, so he personally led his troops to attack.
Thinking of the power of the Yanque Sword, Shen Yuexi couldn't help but worry again. The captives from the Iron Buddha had once told her that the Yanque Sword was the only weapon capable of piercing the Black Light Armor. This made her nervous again, her heart pounding wildly, her eyes following Xiao Beiheng amidst the chaotic army.
I hope Xiao Beiheng won’t wipe out the border cavalry. If he does that, we’ll be doomed.
She let go of Xiaobai's reins and clasped her hands together. She didn't believe in God and didn't know how to pray, so she could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that the border guards could withstand Xiao Beiheng's attack.
Xiao Beiheng charged into the frontier cavalry, brandishing his Yanque sword and slashing at the nearest cavalryman. The cavalryman raised his halberd with both hands to block, but the Yanque sword, like an axe splitting a log, cleaved the halberd in two. The blade, still raging, slashed diagonally into the cavalryman's shoulder, severing the black light armor's pauldron and splitting him all the way down to his abdomen.
Drawing out his Yanque Sword, Xiao Beiheng didn't even look behind him as he continued charging towards the next cavalryman. He knew how terrifying the Iron Buddha was, and that only his Yanque Sword could harm these cavalrymen. He had to stop them from charging into his formation.
The next cavalryman didn't notice Xiao Beiheng and was stabbing him with a halberd with his back to him. Xiao Beiheng rode his horse past him and cut off his head with one sword. The cavalryman's blood gushed out like a fountain and he fell off his horse, dragging his horse to the ground with him.
Xiao Beiheng continued to hack and kill, slashing at every black armored cavalryman in sight. His black horse swiftly flew, and none could escape his sword. His swordsmanship was superb, and none could withstand his attacks. He charged through the cavalry like a golden fish swimming in a black lake, intent on consuming the entire surface.
Chop, chop, chop, chop...
He chopped for who knows how long before his arms began to ache, his breathing became rapid, his eyes stung by sweat, and his chest felt tight as if it was about to explode. The Yanque Sword in his hand became incomparably heavy, and every swing required immense effort...
Panting and reining in his warhorse, he looked back at the road he had rushed from. The road was littered with corpses, bodies clad in black armor lying in disorder on the road, while armored warhorses lay neighing on the ground, pawing their hooves in vain, unable to rise.
Perhaps he had killed hundreds of people, he had never killed so many before... However, the black cavalry were still everywhere, still rampaging on the battlefield. After all, he was not a god, even if the other side did nothing, he could not kill 5,000 people.
He looked around in panic and saw that in the east, the cavalry of the border army had dispersed the infantry led by Yan Yilong. Wei Liang rushed into the formation and stabbed Yan Yilong to death with a spear. The soldiers under Yan Yilong lost their leader and fled everywhere like stray dogs. The border army soldiers caught up with the fleeing soldiers and killed them in large numbers.
He then watched as Xiao Zhuo led his troops beneath Leshan City, scattering his own troops like wolves charging a helpless flock of sheep, sending them fleeing in panic. Jiao Yong fell from his horse, prostrating himself on the ground and kowtowing, begging for his life.
Looking around him, he saw only a handful of soldiers left, the imperial banner representing the Son of Heaven lying on the ground, trampled by horses' hooves. The surviving soldiers were still engaged in battle, the clash of weapons and the screams of the wounded filling his ears. The stench of blood filled his nostrils, nauseating.
If he could kill all five thousand Black Riders, the battle could still be won, but he no longer had the strength.
He lost.
As soon as this terrible thought arose in his heart, he was immediately terrified beyond words. His hands began to tremble violently like a sieve. He turned his horse's head and rushed towards the camp.
He couldn't imagine the consequences of failure. Qiang Lin considered him his sworn enemy, constantly seeking to kill him. He'd severed Shen Lan's hand, and decapitated Shen Lan's husband. He'd murdered Ji Yunyan in front of Mei Dai, Queen of Xiliang... and Xiao Zhuo had countless reasons to kill him.
Everyone on the opposite side seemed to have a reason to kill him.
He fled into the camp in panic, ignoring Lin Kui's panicked shouts, and ran straight into the imperial tent. He first took the magpie-painted precious carved bow off the hook, put it on his back, and tied a bag of golden arrows around his waist.
Su Mo had just learned the news of the army's defeat. When she heard the sound of armor outside the tent, she hurried out and bumped into Xiao Beiheng. Before she could ask anything, Xiao Beiheng grabbed her hand and walked out.
"Momo... let's go. I can't be Xiao Zhuo's captive... let's rush out."
Lin Kui was waiting outside the tent. When he saw Xiao Beiheng pulling Su Mo out of the tent, he understood Xiao Beiheng's idea and quickly called on the soldiers in the camp to protect him. There were about 5,000 people gathered.
Xiao Beiheng carried Su Mo onto the black horse first, and then he also got on the horse. The two of them rode together and abandoned the camp.
Lin Kui was loyal and led his soldiers to fight all the way, escorting Xiao Beiheng to fight their way out of the encirclement together.
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