The early morning light shrouded the earth, and there were still traces of smoke that had not dissipated in the wilderness in the distance, misty and hazy, giving the earth a mysterious veil.
at this time.
Emperor Chu and his generals had arrived at Wancheng immediately. Zhao Yun personally led Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry to explore, but they have not returned yet.
While he was thinking about it, waves of horse hooves appeared in front of him, and Zhao Yun and Yan Yun's Eighteen Cavalry rushed out of the smoke, flying on the divine horse, coming quickly.
Emperor Chu tightened the reins in his hands, steadied the dragon under his crotch, raised his head and stared at Zhao Yun. When he was young, Zhao Yun reined the horse in front of him, disappeared with the long neigh of the horse, and spoke.
"Your Majesty, a Mongolian enemy camp was found ten miles outside Wancheng, numbering one hundred thousand in number."
"One hundred thousand Mongol enemy soldiers?"
The Emperor of Chu muttered to himself, thinking it was extremely ridiculous. Temujin was leading an army to prepare for a sneak attack on the imperial city. Sima Zhao had already planned it, and everyone on the street knew it. However, he left a hundred thousand soldiers outside Wancheng, and wanted to use his old troops to suspect soldiers.
Confuse the Wancheng defenders.
In the opinion of Emperor Chu, such an approach was unnecessary, extremely stupid, and somewhat ignorant.
"A genius of a generation, nothing more than that!"
Emperor Chu could not help but wonder if Temujin had returned to the War Continent. His IQ was not online, and he did not dare to compliment his methods.
"It has been more than ten days since Zilong, Yuanba, Shixin, and Cunxiao. Since the end of the Great War in the Northern Wei Dynasty, the soldiers of the three armies have not had the chance to move their muscles. It just so happened that today we went to slaughter the 100,000 enemy soldiers stationed outside Wancheng.
Let the weapons of the three armies drink some blood, otherwise they will soon become rusty!"
When they heard that Emperor Chu was going to send troops to attack the 100,000-strong Mongolian army, the four of them did not consider the disparity in strength at all. Even if there were only four of them, as long as Emperor Chu gave the order, they would not hesitate to rush into the Mongolian camp with their guns in hand.
at this time.
The four generals, Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry, and the white-horsed followers behind them, and the Iron Eagle warriors were all sharpening their swords, looking murderous.
The fighting spirit was overwhelming and the killing was permeated. I don't know when the Divine Dragon Battle Halberd in the hand of Emperor Chu appeared. I saw him holding the rein in one hand and the halberd in the other, and they disappeared in a flash.
The four generals Zhao Yun, Li Cunxiao, Luo Shixin and Li Yuanba galloped their horses and followed closely behind Emperor Chu. Their eyes were full of will and eagerness to try, which made their blood boil.
He ran forward without any worries at all, as if the Mongolian camp ahead was not a hundred thousand warriors, but a hundred thousand lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The Emperor of Chu led the army without any hesitation, and there was no such thing as alarming the enemy. He rushed forward and saw the smoke rising from the Mongolian camp. He pointed his halberd straight ahead. Behind him, the Eighteen Cavalrymen of Yanyun had already drawn their bows and set arrows, flying fast.
The horse charged towards the camp.
"call out!"
"call out!"
"call out!"
Arrows flew out of the air one after another. Within a few breaths, the patrolling soldiers in the Mongolian camp had been brought down to the ground. At this time, Qiu Chuji, who rushed out of the tent following the sound, watched Juechen rushing towards the camp.
The approaching army had a cold murderous intent in its eyes, and a rapid voice sounded.
"All the soldiers listened to the order, surrounded the Chu army on the left and right wings, and made it impossible for them to come back!"
Qiu Chuji saw that the Chu army that was attacking only had 30,000 troops. He was full of confidence in the 100,000 Mongolian warriors under his command. His eyes passed over the Chu Emperor with contempt and ridicule.
"Zilong leads the white horse Yi Cong to kill all the enemy soldiers on the left, and Shixin leaves the enemy soldiers on the right to you and the Iron Eagle warriors."
"Yuanba, Cunxiao, follow me and Yanyun's Eighteen Cavalry to kill the enemy commander. This battle will let the Mongolian enemy soldiers know that coming to Wuchu is the worst choice they have made in their lives."
"If you dare to offend me, your body will be destroyed and your soul will be destroyed!"
A cold voice sounded, and Emperor Chu stopped his gaze on Qiu Chuji. His mind moved, and he checked the message from Xiao Jian in his mind.
"A good Taoist priest will harm the world if he doesn't do anything good. He deserves to die!"
The news from the system showed that Qiu Chuji was originally a wandering Taoist priest, but now he was a guest of the Mongolian Empire and was regarded as an immortal master by Temujin.
In history, Qiu Chuji spread the message of respecting heaven, loving the people, and reducing massacres. He was like a fairy. However, when he returned to the war continent, he became the culprit of starting the war. This really made Emperor Chu feel very ironic.
He originally wanted to save Qiu Chuji's life and ask him for some advice, but now it seemed that he was undoubtedly worthless.
This is the thought.
Emperor Chu raised his reins and mounted his horse, his halberd flying across the air, and quickly attacked Qiu Chuji. On both sides, Li Yuanba and Li Cunxiao were fierce and unparalleled, completely immersed in the crazy slaughter.
Although the Mongolian cavalry was powerful, it could not stop the two men from charging. They smashed the sky and the killing continued. Every attack was a mess of flesh and blood, and one blow was fatal.
On the other hand, Li Cunxiao's Bi Yanlao is much gentler. He just keeps harvesting the lives of enemy soldiers without beating them into human form. From a visual perspective, Li Cunxiao's killing of enemies is indeed more artistic.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two violent collisions sounded. Li Yuanba's armor was all red and his cheeks were covered with blood stains. The two giant hammers kept hitting each other, making a deafening sound.
Seeing the giant hammer in front of them covered with blood, the Mongolian enemy soldiers withdrew their eyes from the corpses on the ground, their faces as pale as paper, and no one dared to approach Li Yuanba.
In their eyes, Li Yuanba at this time was a devil, the God of War sent by Changshengtian to punish them.
Qiu Chuji watched the Mongolian warriors in front of him begin to retreat backwards, shaking the whisk in his hand slightly, with a look of panic on his face.
"There are so many powerful generals in Chu State, it is indeed true!"
"The fighting power of these four generals is astonishing. Who can be their opponent?"
Qiu Chuji had seen the unparalleled warriors of the Mongolian Empire. They called them the Sons of God, but they were different from the four people in front of him.
"The generals on the left and right listened to the order, stopped the Chu army from moving forward, and shot them all with arrows!"
The soldiers of the Mongolian Empire are most famous for their obedience. Some people say that they are as ferocious as wolves, killing without blinking an eye, and are born to kill.
But in Emperor Chu's view, evil people need to be punished by evil people. You are cruel, but Li Yuanba, Li Cunxiao, and Yanyun's Eighteen Cavaliers are dozens of times more cruel than them.
If the Mongolian enemy soldiers were demons, then the Chu army at this time was the god of demon slaying. They were invincible. Under the leadership of the four generals, 30,000 warriors killed 100,000 Mongolian cavalry, leaving them unable to fight back.
Emperor Chu looked around, and finally his eyes rested on Qiu Chuji. His figure soared into the air and flew towards him in a few leaps.
"I will kill you first. As for the ownership of the remaining Mongolian soldiers, it depends on their understanding!"
Emperor Chu secretly whispered in his heart, and the halberd in his hand pierced the void, and all the soldiers in front of Qiu Chuji died tragically under the blade of the halberd.
"Whoa!"
Qiu Chuji opened his arms, his fly whisk shaking, and three thousand black hairs flying in the wind. He dodged the Emperor Chu's halberd in front of him and jumped down to the top of the tent a hundred meters away. (To be continued)