Chapter 238: Revenge with a Sword
The explosion in the middle of the valley, like an order, triggered explosions at both ends of the valley. Six large thunder bombs and six small thunder bombs, dozens of large straw bundles soaked with alcohol, were like the death god, taking away countless Liao soldiers' lives.
The most terrifying thing was that the Liao soldiers' horses near the explosion point were all scared crazy, neighing miserably and running wildly. The unprecedented heavenly punishment of thunder and lightning made the Liao soldiers also scream and run wildly in fear. In the narrow valley, the number of Liao soldiers who were hit and trampled to death was much greater than those who were killed by explosions or burns.
Yang Ye and the soldiers of the Volcano Army were all stunned. What was going on? In the valley, thunder rumbled in the sky, and thick smoke spread behind the flames. The Liao soldiers shouted and neighed with terrible voices, and were terrified.
The opportunity was not to be missed, and Yang Ye ordered in a serious tone: "Charge in!"
After the soldiers of the Volcano Army responded to the order in unison, they were about to spur their horses forward when a thunderous sound of horse hooves rang out behind them.
Yang Ye turned around and saw a group of elite cavalrymen in black iron armor rushing over from the hillside in front of him on the left with great momentum.
"Moyunqi? His Royal Highness the King of Qin is here." Yang Ye shouted excitedly.
He quickly commanded his Volcano Army soldiers to clear the way to the valley entrance, so as not to hinder the Moyun Cavalry elite soldiers from charging with murderous aura and majestic power.
Yun Yi, who was at the front, raised his hand to signal Yang Ye, as a greeting, and then rushed into the valley entrance side by side with Wu Xing.
Several messengers on horseback, waving their flags, shouted in the chaos of the troops, who were jostling for position like green-headed flies: "The Marshal has given an order! Reorganize the formation, turn around and retreat to the valley entrance behind!... The Marshal has given an order! Reorganize the formation, turn around and retreat to the valley entrance behind!..."
Mo Yun's elite cavalry had already rushed into the valley entrance, with their steel knives gleaming, and attacked the Liao army who had no will to resist. ...
Yang Ye also followed closely with the soldiers of the Volcano Army, and attacked the Liao army with red eyes, avenging the brothers who died in their hands!
Mo Yunqi's elite soldiers were arranged at the valley entrance to ambush and annihilate the Liao army in the valley. The only ones the King of Qin brought to the top of the mountain were the shadow guards and the princess's female soldiers. Forty-eight people were scattered on the tops of the two sides of the mountain, which were seven or eight miles long. Several people in a group threw thunder bombs and alcohol-sprinkled straw bundles, which exploded and set fire.
The group of King Qin Zhao Defang and Luo Li only had eight people. The valley was too deep, and the Liao army's bows and arrows could not shoot up, and the bows and arrows in their hands could not reach the Liao army. After throwing the thunder bombs and alcohol-sprinkled straw bundles in their hands, they stood on the top of the mountain to watch the excitement.
The King of Qin, who was overlooking the battle, suddenly felt a chill on his back!
Feeling a chilling murderous aura, he silently tensed his muscles and reached for the fish-gut sword stuck in his boot.
Taking advantage of the explosions, shouts, neighs, and thick smoke, Cheng Wuya sneaked from the back slope to the top of the mountain, staring at the back of the figure ten steps away, with the Zhanlu sword in his hand ready to go.
Cheng Wuya, who was lying on his stomach behind a bluestone, mobilized all the internal force in his dantian to move to his right arm, and his figure suddenly rose up, and the Zhanlu sword with the sword aura of destruction stabbed at the back of the King of Qin...
Feeling the murderous aura, the ghost-handed poison doctor turned his head sharply!
"Be careful!..." He turned around and flew towards the assassin after shouting a warning, but his skinny body was swung out by a powerful palm wind and fell into the deep valley behind.
The tip of the sword was about to pierce the body of the King of Qin, but Cheng Wuya's eyes were already filled with sinister joy, and the body instantly moved to the left, blocking the sword with a short sword that was shining with cold light.
After the King of Qin Zhao Defang stepped aside to avoid the fatal sword behind him, he blocked the sword with the fish intestine short sword in his hand and kicked back with his right leg!
The long leg with a thousand pounds of strength kicked towards him with the sound of the wind, and Cheng Wuya had to raise his left arm to block it, but his internal strength was not as good as his, and blood mist spurted out of his mouth, and he was blown away by a huge force. The four men hiding in the dark flew forward, following the leader's instructions to kill with one strike and immediately protect him to escape if he failed. They lifted up the seriously injured leader and ran down the mountain.
They were concentrating on watching Luo Li and others fighting in the valley, and only then did they feel something unusual and turned around.
King Qin did not chase after him and take the opportunity to kill Cheng Wuya, but held the fish intestine short sword to protect Luo Li beside him. Looking at the white-haired figure coldly, "Brother Han, I haven't seen you for many years. I hope you are well!"
Han Bei has a slender figure and a handsome face with a head of white hair, but it does not reduce his noble temperament at all. His eyes were indifferent and cold, and his voice was also indifferent and cold. "Junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years. Your skills have improved so much. You are worthy of being the disciple that the master uncle is proud of."
"Brother Han, you are too kind. When it comes to your talent in martial arts, you are no worse than me. It's a pity that you met a master like Xuan Yinzi, which wasted a piece of beautiful jade."
A trace of pain flashed across Han Bei's cold eyes, and he smiled bitterly, "Don't say anything. Once a teacher, always a father. Although I am a traitor in the eyes of my master, I must repay my master for his upbringing and teaching.
Junior brother, I am here today to avenge my master. Uncle Ghost Hand has been knocked into a deep valley by my palm, and you, take my sword!"
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor was knocked into a deep valley by a palm, and Zhao Defang was also facing a powerful enemy. Luo Li knew that this handsome guy with a head of white hair was a powerful enemy with superb kung fu. The key is that this handsome and harmless guy is actually the disciple of the old devil Xuan Yinzi who almost used me as a medicine cauldron.
Facing such a top master, the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer. Luo Li silently took out her pistol. Qin Wang Zhao Defang grabbed her wrist and said, "Li'er, don't kill him!"
Luo Li looked up at Zhao Defang uncertainly. After confirming that this man was not a person with a high fever and talking nonsense, although she didn't know the reason, she still held the pistol in her hand, but the muzzle was drooping.
Han Bei looked at Luo Li curiously, thinking that when his junior brother asked her not to kill him, he couldn't see that this beautiful and stupid princess with no internal strength had the ability to kill him.
Qin Wang Zhao Defang walked thirty steps to the left and stopped on Han Bei's left side. He turned to face him and said, "Brother Han, draw your sword!"
"Okay! Junior brother, we will end our grudges with one sword. Be careful!"
Han Bei said lightly, and his black robe fluttered in the wind. His momentum rose, and his elegance and coldness disappeared. The cold murderous aura spread from that figure to all directions. Luo Li, who was thirty steps away from him, couldn't help but shudder!
That figure stood up, and a sword light surged, shooting out a sword light more than three feet long, with the momentum of thunder, carrying the cold murderous aura that penetrated rocks and cracked the ground, and stabbed Qin Wang Zhao Defang who stood upright!
Qin Wang Zhao Defang also jumped up, and the fish intestine short sword in his hand also shot out a foot-long cold light. The wind and storm caused by the sword energy rolled up the rocks and gravel on the ground into the air. There was only a burst of dense metal clashing, and in the eye of the storm of flying sand and rocks, Qin Wang Zhao Defang flew backwards.
Qin Wang turned over several times before he was able to relieve the remaining force of the opponent's sword, and landed on the ground, with a dazzling red on the corner of his lips, and the hand holding the fish intestine short sword trembled slightly.
The flying sand and rocks stirred up by the sword fell to the ground, and the murderous aura in the air also disappeared.
"Brother Han, thank you for showing mercy."
Han Bei stood there in a graceful and elegant posture, with the sword in his hand put away. He looked at Qin Wang Zhao Defang opposite him with admiration in his eyes, "Junior brother, you are extremely talented. In another three years, your kung fu will definitely surpass mine.
Today's revenge sword has been blocked by you. I have done my best as a disciple.
Junior brother, let's say goodbye!"
Han Bei finished speaking, and looked at Luo Li who was holding a gun with both hands and aiming at him, smiled indifferently, turned around and left.
In a moment, the graceful and lonely figure disappeared in the dense forest in the mountains.
Luo Li's tense nerves relaxed and she put the pistol in her arms.
Qin Wang Zhao Defang walked over, stretched out his long arms and hugged her, his voice gentle and affectionate: "Li'er, it feels so good to have you protecting me!"
The fighting was still going on at the bottom of the valley, with shouts and screams shaking the sky. Luo Li asked worriedly: "Will Guishou be killed by the fall?"
Qin Wang Zhao Defang had no idea how to respect his elders. He smiled and replied: "The evil scum lives for a thousand years. Don't worry, Uncle Ghost Hand, this extremely cunning old man, will not die."
Yelu Xiu'ge and his personal soldiers were surrounded by the retreating soldiers and fled to the valley entrance. Fortunately, the Song army may not have blocked the valley entrance due to insufficient manpower, and the raging fire at the valley entrance had been extinguished, so the Liao army escaped this way.
After running twenty miles in one breath, Yelu Xiu Ge finally pulled the reins of his horse. He looked back with lingering fear, and saw that the Liao soldiers who had escaped were all hanging their heads and breathing heavily, with fear in their eyes.
"Rest where you are, and gather the fleeing troops." Yelu Xiu Ge gave a depressed and powerless order.
Half an hour later, the gathered soldiers were counted.
The deputy general in charge of counting the number of people had a heavy face and a crying tone in his voice: "Report to the Grand Marshal, of the 43,000 soldiers, only more than 26,500 escaped."
Yelu Xiu Ge's heart suddenly hurt! It was like being hit by a hammer, and he couldn't breathe in pain.
These are all the elite of the Liao army! Without even hurting a hair of the enemy, more than 16,000 people were killed?
The Song army actually had explosive thunder. How could they fight this war in the future?
"Retreat!" Yelu Xiuge ordered the troops to retreat helplessly. When he said retreat, he meant that even the eastern army that had already invaded the Song Dynasty should be withdrawn to the territory of Liao. At this moment, he had lost the confidence and courage to continue the southern expedition and point his troops directly to the Song Dynasty's Bianjing City.
The great victory in Chenjiagu scared the Liao army to death and boosted the morale of the Song army. The soldiers of the Huoshan Army, who had suffered heavy losses, forgot their sorrow for the time being and cheered excitedly.
It took a lot of effort to clean up the battlefield. There were ownerless horses everywhere, and bows and arrows of the Liao army everywhere.
Yang Ye knew how to live. Not only did he take the weapons and armor of the Liao army, but he also took the dead horses. He ordered his subordinates to cut the horse meat into large pieces and take them back to improve the food for the group.
Qin Wang Zhao Defang also knew that the Song army's transportation of food and fodder was cut off by the Liao army, and supplies were in short supply. There were more than 200,000 more mouths to feed from the Han people. How could the meat of these thousands of dead horses be wasted? He ordered Yun Yi to take the shadow guards to the peaks on both sides for alert. Half of Mo Yun's personal soldiers were on guard at the entrance of the valley, and the other half helped to slaughter the horse meat.
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor was hit by Han Bei's palm and fell off the cliff, but he grabbed a small tree growing out of the cliff in mid-air. When the small tree was about to break, he jumped onto a rock as nimbly as a monkey.
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor, who had internal injuries, sat cross-legged on this large rock protruding from the cliff, swallowed two healing holy medicines, and used internal energy to regulate his breathing and heal his injuries.
While cleaning the battlefield below, he also finished healing his injuries, opened his eyes, and smiled, saying that dinner was about to be served below. He flew down to the bottom of the valley using the protruding rocks and vines.
Luo Li was relieved to see her disciple Ghost Hand who came back alive. She said with relief: "Ghost Hand, you really have profound inner strength and superb lightness skills. You didn't die even after falling off such a high cliff. Now that you are back alive, hurry up and help Siyu and the others to treat the seriously injured Volcano Army soldiers!" Ghost Hand
Poison Doctor looked at his nephew who was smiling but not saying anything, and then looked at his smiling master. Smelling the aroma of horse meat, he had to pout and go to find Senior Sister Siyu.
Night fell, it was difficult to work in the dark, and everyone was very tired. They had a full meal and rested for a night before continuing to clean up the battlefield.