vstars Chapter 259 Crossing the Long River
Chapter 259 Crossing the Long River
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Chai Qing killed the bandit rider in front of him with a single spear thrust, then spurred his horse forward.
Because he stood out in front, three bandit riders immediately appeared before him, their three long spears thrusting towards him from the left and right, directly in the center.
He positioned himself on one side of the horse, dodging the gunshot from his left.
The iron spear grazed his ribs, sparking as it violently rubbed against his armor.
Chai Qing didn't even blink.
Without armor, he would have been seriously injured, if not killed, but with the armor, he could withstand the spear.
With his iron armor protecting him and his internal energy radiating outwards, the spear that grazed his ribs had negligible effect on him.
He spurred his horse forward, his left hand outstretched, and in the blink of an eye, he caught the spear thrusting at him from the front with his bare hands. His true energy erupted and condensed into a ball of light.
Chai Qing pulled his left arm inward, dragging the bandit rider in front of him off his horse.
The horse's hoof trampled over him, and the man screamed in agony; he was already dead.
At this moment, the spear coming from the right was already in front of him. He flicked his spear and used a blocking stance, the spear flashing an afterimage in the air.
A loud bang was heard.
The bandit's spear had been knocked away.
He thrust his spear forward, piercing the bandit's chest. The spearhead carried the weight of the bandit's armor, which was over two hundred pounds heavy. The horse continued forward without slowing down.
Chai Qing still hadn't forgotten the bandit rider on the left who had brushed past him.
He threw the spear he had seized behind him with his left hand without even turning his head. The bandit rider shouted, and the scales on his chest armor broke open, revealing the spearhead. He fell to the ground and died.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Chai Qing swiftly dodged, then seized the opportunity, blocked, thrust his spear, and then threw it backhand, killing three bandit riders in a few breaths—cleanly and efficiently.
The riders behind him cheered in unison.
Seeing the old general's ferocity, the enemy cavalry instinctively parted to the left and right to avoid his attack.
Since there are so many officers, soldiers, and cavalry, why bother with the toughest nut to crack?
Chai Qing actually used his own body as an arrow to carve out a path through the surging band of bandit cavalry.
The riders followed him forward, crashing headlong into the large band of bandits.
The ghost guerrilla watched in stunned silence.
"This old man truly lives up to his reputation as a veteran who has fought his way up from the battlefield."
"His martial arts skills are probably no less than those of the General."
"A grandmaster should not be insulted after all... This is terrible... To humiliate him like this... Well, if the sky falls, the general will hold it up. What does it have to do with me?"
Chai Qing was incredibly brave and fearless at the front, cutting through thorns and brambles like a ferocious human beast.
Yang Silang rode his big green horse at a steady pace, blending in with Wang Daniu in the main group.
Now is not the time for him to make his move.
He squinted to see how many times Chai Qingneng could thrust his spear.
The way cavalry kills the enemy is different from how they use their fists on peacetime.
The grandmaster, clad in armor and wielding a spear, was indeed incredibly brave, but each thrust actually consumed more of his inner energy.
Because the enemy cavalry charged at us, horse and rider, with force comparable to a full-force punch from a steel-dirty martial arts master on flat ground.
Moreover, it's the kind of attack that leaves you overwhelmed from all sides.
Chai Qing had no loyal bodyguards to protect him and shield him from bullets, so he had to rely entirely on his own martial arts skills to maneuver and dodge, which was very taxing on his mental and physical energy.
On the one hand, everyone was a complete stranger before. Although they were all fighting for a way to survive, not many people would be willing to take the fall for someone they didn't know.
On the other hand, there were too many bandit riders, almost twice the number of the people, and everyone was already exhausted from dealing with them.
Chai Qing charged forward fiercely, repeatedly stabbing down the bandits.
However, many men also fell under the banner of the Ghost Guerrilla, including the Ghost Guerrilla's personal guards and the escorts from the Yuanwei Escort Agency.
No matter how skilled you are, if you can't handle several spears at the same time like a grandmaster, you might fall from your horse.
If you fall off your horse, it will be difficult to survive on this battlefield. With countless hooves trampling you, how many can you dodge?
In just a short while, several gun holes and even more scratches appeared on Chai Qing's iron armor, which was the only way he could withstand enemy gunfire when he couldn't avoid it.
Although there was no bleeding, the grandmaster had not yet cultivated his true qi to the point where his entire body was like armor. Even if he had cultivated a body of copper and iron, there would probably be large bruises inside.
Yang Silang watched as Chai Qing charged forward about a hundred paces, single-handedly stabbing down dozens of bandit riders before slowing down, having already exhausted most of his true energy.
The so-called master's ability to endure and kill enemies on the battlefield, defeating hundreds single-handedly, actually has a prerequisite: he must be equipped with fine armor and a steed, and have loyal personal guards to buy him time to catch his breath and recover, so that he can fight for a long time.
"Substitute!"
"Charge to the left!"
Chai Qing shouted and pointed his spear to the left. In the chaos, he instinctively felt that there were the fewest bandit cavalry on this side.
Behind him.
Guo Laogan was already prepared, and he rode forward to take over the vanguard position.
His situation was much better than Chai Qing's.
It was called a sharp arrow, but it was not a pointed arrow but a flat-headed arrow. The two bodyguards on the left and right charged almost side by side with him, blocking the attacking bandit cavalry from the left and right.
He was able to concentrate on dealing with what was ahead.
Guo Laogan was originally skilled at using his long copper pot, but now he used his copper pipe as a whip to smash things, while using his other hand to grab a round shield.
He wasn't born a cavalry general; he spent his life wandering the martial world, skilled in short weapons but not in actual combat.
Therefore, he was not as good as Chai Qingruyi in dealing with the bandit cavalry. Even with the protection of his left and right bodyguards, he only managed to advance seventy or eighty steps before he was drenched in sweat and shouted for a replacement.
They killed no more than twenty bandits along the way.
Moreover, during this period, the bodyguards around him had changed twice, with the original bodyguard having died in battle after falling from his horse.
The ghost guerrilla behind him frowned, curled his lip in disdain.
"These itinerant wanderers, how could they possibly understand the power of long spears and powerful horses on the battlefield?"
at this time.
Wu Tiechuan spurred his horse out.
In order to pass the military examination, he naturally practiced spear and horsemanship, and he wielded a long spear with considerable skill.
However, compared to Chai Qing's battle-hardened, perfectly rounded spear, it appeared slightly stiff, and the transitions were not smooth.
Moreover, he had no bodyguards protecting him.
As a result, Wu Tiechuan's advance distance was even shorter, only fifty or sixty steps. His iron armor and breastplate were shattered, and he almost lost his breath.
He killed only a dozen or so bandits.
"Change of personnel..." Wu Tiechuan shouted hoarsely, as someone had stabbed him in the side amidst the chaos of battle.
call……
A dark shadow passed by him.
Yang Silang, wielding the Golden Spear and Trout Bone Spear, had already ordered Daqing to take his place and charge ahead.
Wu Tiechuan then hung the gun on the victory hook and gasped for breath.
The bullet that struck him was fired at a tricky angle, piercing through the armor plate. He felt a burning pain in his ribs, and... When I reached out and touched it, it was completely bright red.
The ghost guerrilla watched from behind, shaking his head.
"This is what a second-class Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) is like?"
"All show and no substance, what a waste of a grandmaster's skill..."
"Oh no, they've advanced over two hundred steps..."
"It's time to retreat; if we go any further, we'll probably be surrounded..."
He quickly turned his head to look in front and behind.
Including his personal guards and these conscripted warriors, he had about five hundred cavalrymen under his command, but now he has lost about a hundred of them.
In terms of casualties alone, they were only slightly fewer than the bandits.
After all, besides those few grandmasters acting as the spearhead, the cavalry on the periphery also faced the challenge of being outnumbered. When several spears suddenly came at them, most of them did not have the skill of a grandmaster to dodge and fight back.
The guerrilla commander hurriedly ordered his riders to blow the retreat horn and shout loudly.
"General Yang, move to the left..."
"Commander Yang, to the right... there are a few bandits on the right..." Chai Qing hurriedly pointed out the direction to Yang Silang. "Oh dear, don't go forward..."
Yang Silang turned a deaf ear.
He looked ahead.
The bandit cavalry took a wide, roundabout route, trying to lure the household guards and cavalry into their trap.
They ran head-on, so they actually rushed out from the side to intercept the enemy cavalry, rather than charging into the enemy's main formation.
Before him, past the band of bandits, lay a wide-open view; a short distance ahead was the river.
There were several ships that the bandits had captured moored there, with a few crew members on board, and a pile of felled trees, ready to be used to build siege weapons.
The shortest distance between two points is a straight line!
What's with all this talk about left and right!
I will move forward, ever forward!
He patted Da Qing's body.
"Dragon Soaring Through the Wind Technique!"
boom!
A blue demonic aura emanated from Da Qing's body, instantly mixing with his true energy to form a protective aura that was then placed over his iron armor.
At this moment, man and horse became one, their vital energies connected, and Yang Silang and Daqing entered a divine state.
The Dragon Soaring Through the Wind Technique is a scaled-down version of the Divine Strike Technique, but it is more suitable for battlefield combat.
Under the sunlight, this cloud of energy armor was not dazzling, but it was real.
The ghost guerrilla almost bit off his tongue.
"This...man and rider as one?"
"Isn't this a realm that only a Grandmaster of the Golden Marrow can reach?"
"Wait, is this martial arts scholar the top scholar or the third-ranked scholar?"
"Aren't the top three scholars all from the capital, scions of prominent families?"
Look at the car.
The command flag in General Wang's hand snapped in two with a crack.
"What happened to the ghost guerrillas?"
"Why not invite such a talented person to come and introduce him to me?"
"Quickly find out who this person is..."
Swish swish!
The bandit riders also noticed Yang Silang's unusual behavior and knew they couldn't stop him.
Five riders, each wielding a spear, charged at him in a semi-circle, clearly determined to drag him off his horse, even at the cost of their own lives.
Yang Silang narrowed his eyes and swept his golden trout bone spear forward in a circle.
The killing spear sweeps away all enemies!
At the same time, his body grew several feet larger, and his arm muscles extended. He gripped the end of the spear with one hand, and the spear struck first despite being behind. Fiery red true energy shone brightly on the spearhead.
boom!
Blood rained down on the battlefield!
The five thieves were still riding on their horses with their lower bodies on the ground when their upper bodies were smashed into a bloody mess almost instantly, and their iron armor was shattered!
Yang Silang rode his Great Green through the blood rain, his armor already covered in a layer of blood.
Wang Daniu quickly lowered his head to avoid getting smeared on his face.
Those behind couldn't dodge in time and could only passively accept the watering.
Even Chai Qing, Guo Laogan'er, Wu Tiechuan, and Gui Youji were so surprised that their mouths were wide open and they accidentally swallowed a lot of filth.
Is this a grandmaster?
This person used to be on the battlefield, and he's completely different now!
Look at the car.
General Wang slapped the railing and broke it.
"Excellent! Such a formidable general!"
"Damn it, those damned guerrillas, how could they treat a master like this?"
Yang Silang continued to charge into battle.
However, no bandit riders dared to block his way anymore; they all scattered to the left and right, making way for him.
After all, killing five people with one shot is too shocking.
The sound of horses' hooves echoed.
Six heavily armored bandit generals charged forward in a line!
"Well done!"
Yang Silang's killing intent was boiling. The brutal spear strike just now had aroused his boiling ferocity and raging flames. He was about to use blood to cleanse himself and achieve the killing intent of the spear!
"kill!"
With a fierce shout, he gripped his spear, spurred his horse, and charged forward!
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