Chapter 470: Returning Spear

Mu Yi led the Human Dao Grand Army, like a ferocious dragon charging into the sea, directly smashing the enemy to pieces.

Normally, cavalry fighting infantry uses speed to overcome slowness.

Not rushing into a decisive clash, first probe the outskirts with hit‑and‑cut tactics, relying on cavalry's high mobility to make several passes; one can slip into the enemy formation but avoid getting stuck, repeatedly pulling back and forth, then after cycling, simply find a spot to launch a strong assault.

But Mu Yi did the opposite.

He directly launched a decisive charge, showing astonishing power like a heavy hammer that smashed Zhang Fang's vanguard into confusion.

"All of you, die!"

Facing an incoming spear thrust, he dodged with astonishing reflexes, swung his polearm with the horse's momentum, and swept the opponent flying away.

Under the pressure of entangling Cloud Energy, these heavy long weapons remained effective, cutting down fodder troops more efficiently.

Wild and overbearing—that is Mu Yi's battlefield image; though he and his rear army were employing a high‑speed shock cavalry approach, which should resemble light cavalry skirmishing, at this moment he displayed the force of a steamroller, launching a frenzied frontal assault.

Mu Yi led from the front, fighting in the foremost rank, seeking one gap after another in Zhang Fang's thousand‑strong army, then penetrating through.

Long ago, Mu Yi had already figured out his own path.

"Get out of the way!"

Mu Yi roared, sweeping aside the two officers charging at him; even under the Cloud Energy, though these odd‑shaped fellows were weaker than him.

but he could not take them down quickly.

So Mu Yi chose to overwhelm with presence—frantic and crude—though he had not yet reached crushing combat power, his aura firmly pinned the two.

With his strongest burst, he drove the two back; then Mu Yi, with his elite cavalry behind him, moved like a swimming dragon through the weak points of the vanguard.

Mu Yi needed no thought or judgment; a casual sweep was enough for him to feel where the correct passage lay.

Can't win?

Exactly; if they arrayed in formation, Mu Yi could never defeat Zhang Fang's vanguard of over forty thousand, whose overall strength far surpassed theirs.

But war is never about paper statistics.

Or put another way, paper numbers are useless on the battlefield.

Interleaving, ultra‑high‑speed interleaving, fully displaying one's agility, super‑strong reflexes, and attack speed beyond limits.

The perfect interleaving tactic blossomed directly in Zhang Fang's vanguard.

Admittedly, Zhang Fang's army could win battle after battle; in the present world it counts as a top‑tier force.

In another era, such an army would likely go down in history.

But this era is different; the Jin is truly weak, and the Eight Princes' Rebellion, a turmoil sweeping the whole dynasty, is nothing more than child's play.

Setting aside those demonic transcendent combat powers, Zhang Fang's army is utterly a rabble.

Just as after Mu Yi slew the black‑armored stalwart, his troops immediately began to collapse—far from a strong army.

Zhang Fang's rabble can handle a tailwind skirmish, but against Mu Yi, a commander who has mastered the Military Strategist and War God advantages, they are utterly inadequate.

Point‑break tactics, like a swimming dragon's interleaving move, match light cavalry speed, surpass ordinary legion understanding of cavalry attack speed, and include parrying ability.

Having reached this point, Mu Yi had long walked his own path; although he focused more on personal cultivation, mastering one principle grants mastery of all, and he has attained a higher realm.

He also began to step into the domain called the War God in military affairs.

Mu Yi now naturally exerts cavalry's advantage, prioritizing breakthroughs and key breakthroughs, relying on these combined with his battlefield instant‑judgment ability, which has been reborn, to rage wildly.

As long as the opponent cannot block Mu Yi's advance, regardless of their size or strength, they basically cannot stop his rampage.

Meanwhile, the rear main force turned into several long dragons, aiming at the gap torn by Mu Yi, and began its harassment.

The army, stretching who knows how long, began to collapse from the front.

Those frightened out of their wits have already dropped their weapons, shed armor and helmets, and turned to flee.

Those with fighting spirit, however, are swept up by the crowd, muddily mixed into the collapsing mass, and flee desperately.

Under nightfall, these defeated soldiers spill out like ink in all directions.

Some of Zhang Fang's cavalry tried to move forward to intercept, but were hindered by their own fleeing troops, thrown into chaos, while Mu Yi directly charged into that disordered zone.

The cavalry unable to charge became lambs to the slaughter; Mu Yi led men in a strike, Zhang Fang's cavalry scattered in a single charge, and the number of those screaming as they fell from their horses is unknown.

The vanguard quickly collapsed; under Mu Yi's pursuit, discarding helmets and armor, they formed a backward‑rolling wave that slapped toward Zhang Fang's defensive line.

"Follow me in the charge; those who flee in battle, be cut down!"

Zhang Fang's eyes turned red; he did not consider those routed troops his own, and directly issued an order for indiscriminate slaughter.

Under Zhang Fang's terrifying blade, those routed soldiers naturally split into two groups, avoiding his position and retreating to the flanks.

Mu Yi looked somewhat surprised at Zhang Fang, who stood ready in strict formation.

I had thought Zhang Fang was nothing special, but now he appears a rare capable commander, not muddled by chaos or anger.

In the chaotic situation, he made the most correct judgment, holding his position and forming a bronze wall, an iron barrier, to block Mu Yi and his men.

"Follow me in the charge!"

There is no other choice; on the battlefield, when narrow roads meet, the brave prevail.

Either Zhang Fang dies, or Mu Yi retreats; there is no alternative.

But Mu Yi clearly knows that if he retreats, he will truly lose his only chance to kill Zhang Fang.

Although his current achievements are already quite good,

but if he cannot defeat Zhang Fang, he cannot suppress all opposition within Luoyang, nor monopolize military authority.

If that were the case, quickly pacifying the world would be nearly impossible.

Moreover, Zhang Fang is indeed a capable commander; if this assault fails, the next encounter will be troublesome.

After all, the total strength in Zhang Fang's hands is completely greater than Mu Yi's.

Therefore Mu Yi chose to meet the difficulty head‑on.

Collision, interleaving, cutting—finally even losing the thought of changing moves, abandoning all fancy counter‑techniques, and relying purely on spear‑on‑spear clash.

Relying on speed and his own sturdy physique, he went straight into the clash.

No matter how fierce the opponent is, a cavalry spear clash like this decides life and death in an instant; even if the enemy cannot match the other, as long as the relentless impact continues, the opponent will inevitably be unhorsed by the distortion of movement.

On a battlefield of this scale, even Mu Yi cannot avoid injury.

Like a flood tide, Mu Yi and Zhang Fang continuously collided with each other.

Zhang Fang's army may be a ragtag mob, but his personal guards are solid elites; at the moment they clash, they display powerful evasion and cutting ability.

The heavy curved blade in his hand delivers a desperate strike capable of cleaving the weapons before him, slashing a human Daoist soldier; the accompanying shockwave can even split the soldier's mount in two.

But Mu Yi and the human Daoist soldiers behind him show no sign of fear.

"Kill!" No superfluous word, only the cruelty beneath the blood; life and death hinge in this instant, we are fearless, how could you suppress us?

Zhang Fang's charge at the front line was cut by Mu Yi, leaving a huge crescent-shaped gap; even though Zhang Fang still pressed forward fearlessly at the front, his midline has been completely annihilated.

Neither side fled; instead, Mu Yi led the human Daoist army in a reckless charge, forcibly cutting the line horizontally.

But the next moment, a group of infantry suddenly emerged from the previously ignored flank of Mu Yi, hurling spear projectiles comparable to a crossbow engine.

"Hahaha, meet your death!" Zhang Fang roared with laughter upon seeing this.

He is a cunning and ruthless man; the moment the black‑armored brute failed to return, he realized the true enemy had appeared.

Thus he pre‑set a trap, awaiting Mu Yi's arrival.

Now, at this perfect moment, he launched the attack; Mu Yi had no time to cut down these infantry, and his flank formation was severely disrupted, preventing him from continuing the charge at peak form.

"Get out of the way!"

Mu Yi's expression turned sour; even though he had tried to overestimate Zhang Fang as much as possible, he still underestimated him.

Mu Yi swept a spear across, but Zhang Fang neither dodged nor avoided, risking injury, and rushed forward to give Mu Yi a blood‑splattering strike on the spot.

With a wound gaping on his body, Mu Yi shows no intention of grappling; he would certainly win a one‑on‑one with Zhang Fang, after all he has already defeated a man who was the incarnation of the Ying Dragon.

Even if his power is capped by the heavens and earth, his combat ability clearly declines, yet it is still incomparable to a native like Zhang Fang.

But this is a chaotic legion battle; the soldiers around Zhang Fang are not dead, they rush forward to shield their commander from spears, which is a given.

Even if Mu Yi could win a duel, he certainly cannot kill Zhang Fang.

Being surrounded by a massive army, overly delaying is not a good choice.

After breaking free, Mu Yi swiftly retreated from Zhang Fang's flank, casually dispersing the infantry corps that had just ambushed them, then turned to raid Zhang Fang's rear army.

To slay Zhang Fang, one must force him to show a flaw, so a fierce attack must target his vital point.

For Zhang Fang, the most important thing is naturally the logistics and supplies that have fallen behind the main army.

"Stop moving!"

Zhang Fang immediately raised his massive ghost‑head broadsword; a towering evil spirit concealed itself in the void, riding gusts of dark wind to assault Mu Yi.

However, at the instant it struck Mu Yi, the evil spirit melted away like snow near a furnace, vanishing swiftly into the void.

"Hm?"

Mu Yi's mouth curled into a cold smile; using this Heterodox Paths against his yin spirit, Zhang Fang was rather creative.

The painstakingly prepared ultimate move, landing on Mu Yi, turned out less useful than the previous slash he received.

Seeing Zhang Fang's desperation, Mu Yi chose a do‑or‑die approach, unleashing all the power he had been storing.

"With my blood, yet follow me!"

A ferocious aura radiated from Mu Yi, and a blood‑colored brilliance immediately enveloped the human Daoist soldiers behind him.

Mu Yi shattered the Reincarnation Barrier within his body, gaining a brief surge of great power.

The blood‑colored light flared, casting all soldiers as if they were Asuras; Mu Yi's tactic remained a brutal charge to annihilate.

"Kill!"

Swathed in blood‑colored radiance, Mu Yi appeared terrifying to the rear army's soldiers.

"Die!" Mu Yi roared, dropping his weapon, drawing a Tiger‑Heart Blade and slashing down.

Just as with the front army earlier, pure brutality and power erupted fully at this moment, crashing onto the logistical units transporting supplies like a volcanic eruption.

A total rout, with no surprise at all.

Zhang Fang's army deployment idea was sound: front line cannon fodder, middle line elite troops, rear line support transporting supplies.

Moreover, the enemy came entirely from the front; the rear consisted of their own men, so no problem would arise.

But Zhang Fang did not anticipate a sudden force of powerful cavalry that shattered the front line, pierced the middle, and then assaulted the rear.

By the time Zhang Fang arrived with his troops, Mu Yi had already entered a kill‑everything mode.

"Damn!"

Zhang Fang, whose eyes were already blood‑red, grew even more enraged; the scattered corpses did not affect his mood, but the grain set ablaze was deadly.

Their "cannibalism" is not a true penchant; aside from Zhang Fang possibly having such an interest, the other demons are more fascinated by killing than eating.

The reason they "eat people" is simple: they lack food and must resort to this method to replenish supplies.

Now, their already scarce food supplies are further worsened.

Even if the scattered soldiers could be regrouped, the food cannot be conjured from the earth.

Without the army's Cloud Energy, masters within Luoyang can now easily kill them.

The War of the Eight Princes may have doomed Jin's fate, but it is only a beginning; the Central Plains have not yet been completely shattered.

Within Luoyang there remains a powerful kingdom's vassals; each of these vassals is only slightly weaker than Zhang Fang, and together they could kill him dozens of times.

"Damn!" Zhang Fang shouted, trying to catch up with Mu Yi to kill him and relieve his hatred, but to no avail.

Mu Yi ignored him completely, repeatedly charging the rear army before turning and leaving, leaving Zhang Fang with a chaotic scene.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Zhang Fang raged impotently; at this moment he could do nothing but suppress his fury, begin rallying the broken soldiers, and have them lift the corpses from the ground and roast them on the spot.

At least a portion must be replenished, or they will be doomed.

However, as Zhang Fang commanded his troops to extinguish fires and clear the battlefield, the thunderous sound of hooves roared across the earth once more.

"What? No!!"

Zhang Fang's face turned deathly pale as he lifted his head; he was overcome by anger, completely unprepared, and he never expected that the remnants of the defeated army, Mu Yi, would dare to fire a return horse spear.

And now, their army's formation has fallen into utter chaos, with gaps everywhere.