"yes!"
The Short Knife Gang has always emphasized internal discipline, and at this moment, the single word "Yes," though shouted by a hundred people, was still so orderly that it shook the earth.
He Yunxiao was shaken.
Given time, if thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people shout at the same time, where will the division between Qi and Yan be? Where will the chaos and war be?
More than eighty men galloped on horseback, rushing towards the battlefield where the Qi and Yan armies were clashing.
Although the Short Swords Army consisted of only about eighty men, their ranks were exceptionally high. They included two ninth-rank martial artists, and with Sun Qiang and Wu Jian, there were five eighth-rank martial artists, plus over forty seventh-rank martial artists. This lineup was comparable to the personal guard of the Yan army's commander-in-chief.
However, just as he was about to rush into the battlefield, He Yunxiao seemed to see something terrifying and suddenly shouted, "Stop! Everyone stop!"
More than eighty military horses stopped together, and the short-sword soldiers stopped not far from the battlefield.
Chu Fan asked, puzzled, "Brother He! What do you want to do?"
Wu Jian went even further, cursing, "If you're scared, kid, go back and go with your woman!" He then drew his longsword and shouted, "Any heroes willing to follow me to fight the enemy?!"
The short-sword soldiers remained silent; not a single one responded.
Sun Qiang covered his face, feeling embarrassed for Wu Jian.
Wu Jian's blood boiled, and he spurred his horse forward, shouting, "I'm not afraid of anyone!"
Wu Jian spurred his horse's belly with both legs, ready to charge forward and kill the enemy, but unexpectedly, his horse was shot through the neck and killed by a flying arrow!
Wu Jian's face contorted with rage as he glared at Zhang Gong and shouted, "What are you doing?!"
He Yunxiao showed no mercy and shot another arrow at Wu Jian's feet, startling him.
"Fool! Can't you use your brain before you act? The Qi army is all lightly armored cavalry, aiming for a surprise attack. Look at the Yan army fighting against the Qi army; they are clearly heavy cavalry. Don't you understand the logic behind this?"
Wu Jian was stunned by He Yunxiao's scolding.
"What's the meaning?"
He Yunxiao said sternly, "No one would use heavy cavalry for patrols, let alone use heavy cavalry to chase light cavalry. So the fact that this heavy Yan army is here can only mean that they are lying in ambush here, waiting for the Qi army to come to them! Going there is just suicide!"
Wu Jian was so shocked he couldn't speak. If he had charged forward as he had suggested, this unprotected short-sword army would probably be more than half dead or wounded by now!
Remembering Ruobao's words, He Yunxiao said without hesitation, "The Short Sword Army, listen to my command, change course to the southeast, and join up with Pang Jian!"
"yes!"
Everyone said in unison.
Wu Jian was pulled onto the horse by Sun Qiang. Before he could take two steps, he heard He Yunxiao say to Chu Fan, "Brother Chu, please wait."
Chu Fan was taken aback, then burst into laughter and said, "Brother He, if you don't want me to stay, I intend to do the same."
He Yunxiao said from the bottom of his heart, "You truly live up to my reputation!"
"Brother He, I'm going now!" Chu Fan drew his longsword from its sheath for the first time in front of He Yunxiao.
It was indeed a fine sword, its gleaming blade reflecting the soft moonlight.
Chu Fan spurred his horse and charged aggressively towards the battlefield. The man and his horse together displayed the momentum of a hundred or so men.
He Yunxiao wasn't worried about Chu Fan. He was the protagonist, with a halo around him, so he would be fine.
"Let's go, this is not a place for an eighth-rank official," He Yunxiao said to Sun Qiang.
Sun Qiang and Wu Jian exchanged a glance. "Isn't this a place for an eighth-rank official?" Could it be...?
He Yunxiao drew his two-handed broadsword, a standard weapon of the Short Sword Army, revealing his "mid-stage ninth rank" cultivation level.
Wu Jian's eyes widened in utter shock. He couldn't believe that this纨绔 (wán kù, a spoiled, dissolute young man) who was fond of women and never revealed his cultivation level actually possessed a ninth-rank cultivation! How old was he?! And he was already a ninth-rank cultivator?! What kind of talent was this?!
What happened next shocked the two of them even more.
He Yunxiao channeled his inner strength and roared at the two or three hundred Yan soldiers, "Yan brats! The Short Sword Army is here! You will all die quickly!"
Wu Jiansun Qiang: ? ? ? Why does he dare to be so arrogant all by himself!?
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