Chapter 832 Slaying the Rebels! (First Update)
As dusk fell, the entire Black Wind Camp entered a state of combat readiness, some packing up and others setting off.
Nangong Ze was tied to a wooden stake in the camp. He had woken up half an hour ago, expecting to suffer some inhuman torture, but nothing happened.
After they tied him up here, they ignored him.
The injured hand was wrapped in gauze, indicating that the wound had been treated, as there was no significant bleeding.
He watched the cavalrymen come and go as they passed in front of him, his brows furrowing deeply.
He was tied up very close to the Black Wind Camp commander's tent, and his hearing was sharp enough to hear the conversations inside. He knew there would be a fierce battle tonight, and he also knew what preparations the Black Wind Camp had made.
If he could tell Nangong Jun the Black Wind Camp's battle plan, he would surely be able to take down the Black Wind Camp without lifting a finger!
Unfortunately, that kid had chained him up, and he couldn't break free at all!
He tried to lure the cavalry over and coax them into taking him to see the Black Wind Camp commander so that he could seize the opportunity to escape.
But no matter how many times he called out, the cavalrymen who came and went in front of him seemed to be deaf.
"hateful!"
Nangong Ze gritted his teeth.
He has to find a way to get out of here.
We cannot allow ourselves to become a tool for the Black Wind Camp to blackmail Nangong Jun.
Just as he was racking his brains about how to escape, he saw Gu Jiao come out of her tent carrying a helmet.
He quickly spoke up: "Xiao Liulang! What trick are you playing now! Do you think that by capturing me, you can make my father surrender to you? I warn you, give up on that idea! My father will never bow down to you for my sake!"
Gu Jiao said to Hu Shiye, who had followed her out, "Remember to add plenty of water and simmer over low heat."
Master Hu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I've got it."
"Zhang Shiyong!" Gu Jiao called out to the left commander of the reserve battalion, who was carrying a newly hunted animal, and said, "There are a few baskets of herbs that we don't have time to dry. Find a few people to roast them over a fire."
"Yes," Zhang Shiyong replied.
Gu Jiao called over several more people and gave them instructions one by one. Only when Nangong Ze's face turned as black as charcoal did she slowly walk over.
Holding her helmet, she looked down at the disheveled Nangong Ze and asked, "What's wrong?"
Nangong Ze hated this feeling of looking up to him, but if he didn't look at him, it would seem like he was afraid of him.
Nangong Ze raised his eyes and said coldly, "You won't succeed! My father won't exchange the entire city of Quyang for me!"
Gu Jiao: "Oh."
Gu Jiao's calm reaction only fueled Nangong Ze's anger. She was clearly just a greenhorn, yet she remained completely unfazed no matter what she did.
He gritted his teeth and threatened, "And you won't succeed! You only have 20,000 cavalry, while my Nangong family has 80,000 troops! The little tricks you've used are no match for an army of 80,000! Xiao Liulang, it's not too late for you to regret it now! Obediently send me back! Kneel three times to my father and surrender to my Nangong family, and maybe I can spare your life!"
"Finished?" Gu Jiao tilted her head, looking at him with eyes that seemed to know no fear. "Your eloquence isn't that great either."
After saying that, he walked away with a look of disdain.
The army set off fully equipped, with the medical officers following behind carrying herbs and medicine chests.
During war, people are constantly getting injured, making the presence of medics essential.
The huge camp was almost empty in an instant, with only reserve soldiers and wounded soldiers brought back from the front lines that afternoon remaining.
Nangong Ze withdrew his gaze from the surroundings and frowned in confusion.
Xiao Liulang really left, without taking me with him.
That's really strange.
If he were Xiao Liulang, what would he do in a battle between two armies? He would use himself, the eldest son of the Nangong family, as a shield to prevent the Nangong army from attacking recklessly.
"Could it be... that he's thinking of using me as his last resort if he loses the battle? No, I can't let Xiao Liulang succeed! I must escape!"
The sky grew increasingly gloomy until it plunged into complete darkness.
On the mountain peaks on the east and west sides of the canyon, the Black Wind Camp cavalrymen lay in ambush, almost blending into the night.
Li Jin lay prone on a rock on the eastern peak, closely watching the movements below the canyon, while on the western peak opposite him, Tong Zhong remained vigilant.
Behind the two were their respective cavalrymen, each on high alert, ready to deal with the Nangong rebels who might appear at any moment.
Li Jin pressed his ear to the ground, and suddenly he felt the mountain slope tremble. Someone was coming!
To be precise, a large group of people has arrived!
Li Jin blew a cuckoo's call, and Tong Zhong responded with two cuckoo's calls in return. The two reached a tacit understanding and simultaneously raised their right hands.
The sound of horses' hooves approached from afar, mixed with the clashing of armor, creating a unique atmosphere of fierce battle in the silent mountains.
The moon is beautiful tonight.
The armor gleamed coldly, and the deep sound of horses' hooves echoed through the valley.
We're getting close to the canyon.
Ten zhang... seven zhang... five zhang...
Li Jin suddenly pressed his hand down: "Down!"
The twenty-odd cavalrymen behind him used wooden sticks to pry off the huge stones one by one.
The rocks rolled down the rugged mountainside with a thunderous roar, and the Nangong rebels who had stormed into the canyon were thrown about by the boulders, instantly disrupting their formation.
The cries of agony rose and fell in a cacophony.
Not to be outdone, Tong Zhong suddenly set fire to the trench behind him: "Fire!"
The Black Wind Camp has the highest requirements for its soldiers and the most comprehensive training. They are not only good at horseback combat, but also at infantry fighting, archery, and formations.
Their arrows were soaked in oil, lit in the fires of the trenches, and then rained down on the rebels in the canyon with scorching flames.
The rebels were almost powerless to resist and fell in droves.
The lieutenant was stunned.
Even though he knew they were there to die, he didn't expect them to die so quickly!
call out!
An arrow came hurtling towards him, and the lieutenant quickly leaned back to dodge, the arrow grazing his nose.
The oil was still hot on his nose, and he broke out in a cold sweat!
But... we can't back out!
He tightened his grip on the reins and drew his sword: "Charge! Kill them!"
The space on the mountain peak is limited, and it is impossible for everyone to hide there and set up an ambush. The main force of the Black Wind Camp must be hiding in front of the canyon. As long as they rush over, they can engage in battle with them!
Boulders and logs kept rolling down the mountain peaks of the canyon, and oil-soaked arrows turned the entire canyon into a raging inferno. By the time the Nangong rebels rushed through the canyon, they had already lost more than half of their troops.
The lieutenant's heart was bleeding.
Even if I were to feed kills, I never imagined I'd feed this many!
Fortunately, they made it across the canyon. Now, as long as they engage the enemy, the ambush on the mountain will cease to avoid friendly fire.
On the other side of the canyon, Cheng Fugui saw that Nangong's rebel army had already rushed across the canyon. He tore off the gauze that was sling his arm, tightened the reins, and drew his long sword: "Brothers, kill!"
The Black Wind Camp's iron cavalry surged forward like a turbulent tide, their killing intent palpable as they charged toward the Nangong family's rebel army.
Horses are timid by nature and easily frightened. Training a riding horse into a qualified warhorse is extremely difficult, and apart from the Xuanyuan family, no other noble family has been able to train a Black Wind Cavalry like this.
The Nangong family has bred many fine horses at the border over the years.
However, firstly, their breeds are inferior to the Black Wind Cavalry, and secondly, their tactical training is also quite different.
The Black Wind Riders were known as the most valiant warriors among cavalry, and for good reason.
The lieutenant had already lost his composure and hastily ordered a retreat after a brief exchange with the enemy.
Cheng Fugui shouted passionately, "Brothers! Charge! Kill them all! Don't let the rebels escape!"
When it comes to the speed of warhorses, whose mount can outrun the Black Wind Cavalry?
Fortunately, General Chang Wei was prepared!
"put!"
At the deputy general's stern shout, the rebel soldiers under his command pulled out whatever they could find and threw it on the ground.
Then the lieutenant pulled out an oil-soaked arrow stuck in the rebel corpse and threw it at the creature.
A series of deafening explosions rang out, and the black powder blasted the canyon into a thick cloud of smoke.
Due to limitations in formula and manufacturing methods, modern black powder has relatively low explosive power and is mainly used in conjunction with sleeping powder and sleeping potions.
Cheng Fugui quickly tightened the reins: "Stop! Stop! Be careful! There's sleeping potion in it!"
This incident bought valuable time for the deputy general and others.
They arrived back at the location of Nangong's army in time.
The Black Wind Riders pursued relentlessly, and everyone could clearly hear Cheng Fugui cursing.
Chang Wei frowned when he saw that there were less than 500 people left who had returned.
He did not underestimate his enemy, but the Black Wind Riders' strength still exceeded his expectations.
However, that's all for now.
After tonight, the Black Wind Riders will be gone forever!
After the last rebel soldier crossed into the safe zone, Chang Wei ordered the soldiers lining both sides of the official road: "Rise!"
The gloved soldiers on both sides each held several transparent silk threads in their hands, and they rushed to the opposite side, tying the transparent things to the iron pillars that had already been nailed on both sides.
The pillar was also wrapped in "cloth" of the same material as the silver-threaded gloves.
If Gu Jiao were here, she would easily recognize that this silk thread is the Snowfield Heavenly Silkworm Silk that appeared in the Great Yan Imperial Palace. It is extremely sharp and can cut through everything invisibly.
But it's invisible and out of sight.
By the time the Black Wind Riders charged over, only chunks of flesh remained.
Meanwhile, they would put on a show, having several experts continuously swing their swords, making the Black Wind Riders believe that they had been cleaved in two by sword energy.
This is the highest level of the art of deceiving the enemy.
The Black Wind Camp cavalry, unaware of the truth, would keep charging forward, trying to kill those experts. However, until the last cavalryman fell, no one would understand that there were no experts at all.
What was killed were these invisible snow-covered silkworms.
"Charge, brothers!"
"Charge!"
"Kill these traitors!"
Cheng Fugui's voice echoed fiercely along the entire official road, and the Black Wind Camp cavalrymen followed him without hesitation.
The lieutenant, mounted on his horse, stood beside his general, glanced at the Black Wind Camp cavalry coming into view, and coldly curled the corners of his lips: "General, you are truly a master strategist; they have fallen for your trap!"
Cheng Fugui spurred his horse forward, his eyes gleaming with the excitement of battle: "I see them! The Nangong family's rebel army is just ahead! Brothers! Charge—"
Chang Wei didn't even blink.
Only chunks of meat escaped from the silkworm silk.
He didn't need to instruct the archers to prepare, nor did he need to tell the cavalry and infantry to obey orders.
He only needed to make a gesture to get the experts to start performing fake skills.
By the way, a master must stand high enough and conspicuous enough so that all the Black Wind Camp cavalry can see him.
“Top of the pillar,” he said.
More than ten experts used their lightness skills to leap onto the wooden pillar.
Cheng Fugui and his men approached. They were turning a corner, their figures obscured by the hillside ahead. Once they broke through the hillside and reached the main road, the hunt would begin.
Three, two, one.
The deputy counted silently in his mind.
Three, two, one!
He counted silently again.
"Huh?" He stared blankly at the dark hillside.
Can't you get out of this situation by turning a corner?
Why is there still no sign of them?
etc.
The sound of horses' hooves has disappeared!
"General?" The deputy general looked at Chang Wei strangely, not understanding what was going on.
Chang Wei frowned.
They were so noisy just a moment ago, driving me crazy, how come they disappeared in an instant?
Did something happen behind the hillside when we turned the corner?
But it shouldn't suddenly happen to everyone—
wrong!
Something's strange!
Chang Wei suddenly turned around and looked at the dark mass of Nangong's army behind him.
"Waaah—"
Suddenly, a battle horn sounded from the rear of Nangong's army, as if a grand prelude had been drawn in the darkness, followed by the beating of war drums.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Each sound was like a roar from purgatory.
The bugle calls sounded, the war drums beat, and the hoofbeats approached in perfect unison; even the armor rubbed together in perfect sync.
In the darkness, the Xuanyuan family's Flying Eagle Banner fluttered in the wind, and the howling wind in the valley sounded like a dragon's roar, shaking one's soul.
The 20,000 Xuanyuan Iron Cavalry were dressed in black armor and helmets, and even their warhorses were covered in black armor.
Chang Wei's gaze was fixed on the young man leading the Xuanyuan Iron Cavalry.
At a glance, Chang Wei recognized that it was a young man from the Xuanyuan family.
It wasn't based on appearance, nor on identity or name, but on the murderous aura and wolfish nature emanating from the boy.
Chang Wei felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant!
The boy snapped down the iron visor on his helmet, revealing only a pair of calm and collected eyes: "Attack!"
All the Xuanyuan Iron Cavalrymen raised their hands in unison and uniformly lowered the cold visors on their helmets.
The hunt has begun!
(End of this chapter)
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