He Yunxiao's roar, accompanied by his internal energy, traveled far and wide, and his fierce fighting spirit made countless warhorses neigh.
The Yan army's commander-in-chief, Zhao Mu, did not show any particular emotion because of the death of his deputy, Chang Wu. However, He Yunxiao reminded him of his own past.
That year, it was the same dark mass of heavy cavalry, and the same lone Qi man.
However, Zhao Mu was just one of the many in the dark mass. He remembered that the Qi man also wielded a sword, but not a short-handled one like He Yunxiao's; he used a long-handled broadsword. The weapons were different, but the result was the same. The swordsman instantly beheaded the then-Yan army's deputy general.
One man on one horse, yet He Yunxiao roared like this.
Zhao Mu used to mock his commander's foolishness, for ordering him to pursue a lone warrior, which led to them falling into a Qi army trap and suffering heavy losses. Not only did he lose his position as general, but he was also exiled to the frontier to perform hard labor.
As a subordinate, Zhao Mu had seen the general off from afar before he was exiled. At that time, he only saw a man with his head held high and chest out, as if he had no regrets.
Now, in that person's position, Zhao Mu could no longer laugh.
He now understood that stupidity was never the reason for regret; it was the cooled passion that was.
The man before him was so similar to the man from Qi back then; that roar, past and present, still made his blood boil.
The veins on Zhao Mu's hand, which was gripping the longsword, were already bulging; he knew what he was doing.
He drew his sword, and a scalding stream of air emanated from Zhao Mu's mouth.
That was the same voice as He Yunxiao's—"Kill!"
"Kill!" Hundreds of Yan soldiers shouted in unison!
Faced with the roar of thousands of people, He Yunxiao seemed to have forgotten his mission.
According to Ruobao's plan, turning back now and luring the Yan army into an ambush would be the best decision. But a voice inside him told him not to do that; to stand up for the Qi people, he couldn't back down!
"kill!"
He Yunxiao rode his horse alone and charged into the sea of Yan soldiers!
...
After learning that Black Tiger Stronghold was being pursued by the Yan army, Ruobao stopped the New Chu army from advancing.
Although she had devised a comprehensive plan, unforeseen circumstances can arise, and plans often fall short of reality. Moreover, He Yunxiao was still among the Black Tiger Stronghold members, and she couldn't help but worry about him.
"Pang Jian!"
Fan Ziruo lifted the carriage curtain and peeked her beautiful face out the window.
Pang Jian knew his gang leader's temper well. These women in the carriage were his darlings, and he couldn't afford to let anything happen to them. Therefore, Pang Jian had been patrolling around the carriage, and he would come immediately whenever Fan Ziruo called him.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
Fan Ziruo instructed, "Send the new Chu army back, and have Zheng Lei prepare the grenades."
Most people don't know what a "hand grenade" is. Currently, we've only selected a few brothers to train with it and test its feasibility.
As the second-in-command of the Short Sword Army, Pang Jian naturally knew about this powerful weapon. However, he also knew that after dismantling it, only thirty fireworks could be made from the resulting fragments, making them extremely rare and precious.
Even so, Pang Jian did not question Fan Ziruo's decision. The female scroll was the gang leader's darling, and so were the grenades, but Pang Jian knew perfectly well who the gang leader's true love was.
When the gang leader is around, we listen to him; when he's not around, we listen to his wives. It's simple and clear.
...
He Yunxiao charged into the Yan army's ranks, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Chu Fan and the others, who were on the mountain preparing to meet He Yunxiao, also rushed down the mountain, their eyes bloodshot with rage.
A quick-thinking contact immediately relayed the intelligence from the foot of the mountain to Zhang Hu, who was lying in ambush by the river. However, this gave Zhang Hu a difficult problem.
Logically, He Yunxiao should have lured the Yan army to the riverbank to fight. This would have greatly weakened the Yan cavalry, which was also the intention of Fan Ziruo's plan. But now, He Yunxiao, who was supposed to lead the enemy, inexplicably started fighting the Yan army at the front.
Zhang Hu didn't know if this was He Yunxiao's scheme or something else. He didn't dare to act rashly for the time being.
First, they feared it would jeopardize He Yunxiao's grand plan to lure people away. Second, fighting the Yan army's cavalry on flat ground would result in heavy casualties for Black Tiger Stronghold. They weren't even sure they could win.
Just as Zhang Hu was worrying, a carriage stopped on the other side of the river, and two women jumped off the carriage and waded across the river on foot.
The river is not deep, but the pebbles on the bottom are very slippery, so you need to be extra careful.
As soon as the woman jumped out of the car, a large group of soldiers dressed in black with short swords surrounded her.
"Sister, sister, slow down." Youbao, who was physically stronger, helped Ruobao cross the river.
Ignoring the river water that was above her calves, Fan Ziruo waded across the stream and came to Zhang Hu.
In the past, Fan Ziruo would still have considered seniority and call him Uncle Zhang, but now she directly questioned Zhang Hu, "How is He Yunxiao?"
Zhang Hu told the truth: "Nephew He is leading the Yan army ahead to lure them away."
Fan Ziruo had little expression, except that her lips were slightly pale.
Jiang Wuyou felt that the strength she used to support Fan Ziruo was increasing.
“Pang Jian,” Fan Ziruo said coldly.
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"Bring all the grenades. Have the short-sword troops and the new Chu army line up in a row of one hundred men each, with more if needed. Make sure their feet are firmly planted on the ground, kicking up dust, and making as much of a show of force as possible!"
"Yes!" Pang Jian immediately began to work upon receiving the order.
“Zhang Hu.” Fan Ziruo looked intently at Zhang Hu.
Zhang Hu's muscle memory was triggered, and he subconsciously shouted after Pang Jian, "Your subordinate is here."
"Your unit should set up a three-tiered barricade to lure the Yan army to the riverbank, and then your unit will take over the attack. Use archers first, followed by spearmen. Once the enemy is exhausted and disorganized, then launch a full-scale attack. The Yan army is heavily armored, so your unit should maintain a two-to-three ratio. Keep your distance at all costs, focus on attrition, and seize opportunities to kill, minimizing casualties."
Without a word, Zhang Hu replied, "This subordinate obeys!"
Just as Zhang Hu finished speaking, a little girl arrived on horseback.
"Fan Ziruo! Where are He Yunxiao and my brother?" Xiaoxiao questioned Ruobao from horseback. She had just received the news.
Fan Ziruo truthfully replied, "I am fighting the enemy at the front."
"You sent him? If anything happens to He Yunxiao, I won't let you off the hook!" Xiaoxiao scolded Ruobao, then rode off to the front.
Zhang Hu lowered his head and dared not speak. He instinctively felt that this young girl was not someone to be trifled with.
"Mr. Fan?" Zhang Hu whispered.
"What is it?"
"What is the relationship between Miss Chu Xiaoxiao and He Yunxiao?" Zhang Hu asked curiously.
In the eyes of outsiders like Zhang Hu, Fan Ziruo and He Yunxiao had no relationship, and they didn't usually act close to each other. On the contrary, Chu Xiaoxiao and Jiang Wuyou were closer to He Yunxiao.
Zhang Hu, who had only been gossiping casually, immediately sensed the "sir's" anger.
"It's alright. Has the general already completed the arrangements that Ziruo mentioned? With the battle imminent, General Zhang Hu still has the leisure to inquire about other things, which must mean he is confident of victory. What great confidence! Ziruo truly admires him."
With just a few words, Zhang Hu deeply felt the pressure from "Mr. Fan." His scalp tingled, and he was filled with regret. He couldn't understand why he had suddenly become so gossipy.
"Not yet... This subordinate will go and make the arrangements now!"
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