Chapter 202: Southeast wind rises, yellow sand falls from the sky, He Ba Le beheads a general and captures the prince alive

On the flat battlefield.

The north wind whipped up sand and gravel like blades, and the battle banners of the Jingzhou troops fluttered in tatters under the iron hooves of the Turkic cavalry.

Turkic scimitars reflected the blood-red setting sun as a hundred elite cavalrymen swept over in a crescent formation.

What the horses' hooves crushed was not only the arrowheads scattered on the ground, but also the last remaining will of the Jingzhou troops to resist.

"Eagle-like warriors, the Zhou state's army is already showing signs of collapse!"

"Strike while the iron is hot and devour them!"

"Anding City is not far away now, plunder to your heart's content!"

Moheduo rode a jet-black steed, waving his scimitar. After hacking down a Jingzhou soldier, he looked left and right and shouted in the Turkic language.

Moheduo did not know why a Zhou state army of several thousand men had suddenly appeared to block the path of him and his iron cavalry, nor did he care to know.

He only knew that if he slaughtered them, Anding would be within his grasp!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Slaughter all these Zhou troops!"

"Plunder all the gold, silver, grain, and women of Anding!"

"And don't leave out the servants!"

The Turkic wolf-soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, cheered and leaped for joy, swinging their scimitars even more vigorously as they spurred their horses forward.

What was reflected in those red-glowing pupils was endless greed!

After galloping a thousand miles, sleeping in the open, and eating in the wind, the time for the harvest had finally arrived...

"Close the formation!"

"Close the formation!"

Kou Luo looked at the breach that had been smashed open and shouted urgently, his face full of anxiety.

If the military formation were scattered, they would no longer be able to organize a defense...

They would be nothing but lambs waiting to be slaughtered!

"These damned cavalrymen, how can they be so fierce?"

"We can't hold on much longer..."

"Why hasn't Brother Chen arrived yet?"

As the lead general on the front line, Liang Shiyan knew the state of his Jingzhou troops; they were likely to collapse completely before long.

Yet there was still no sign of reinforcements...

Moreover, they were trapped in a dilemma; if they broke, they would be devoured by the pack of wolves.

Kou Luo shook his head upon hearing this and said in a low voice, "Stop thinking about useless things!"

"If you don't want to die here, you have to drag this out until Big Brother comes to support us!"

Kou Luo knew deeply that in such a desperate situation, self-pity was useless...

They could only hold on with all their might and drag it out with everything they had.

The Turkic scimitars were sharp, and the sounds of shouting, horse neighing, and weapons clashing wove into a single piece.

Piles of corpses lay stacked upon one another, and fresh blood meandered into a river, dyeing the yellow earth a strange, dark red.

Just as the two armies were locked in fierce combat, the southeastern sky suddenly turned a strange, dark yellow. At first, it was just a faint yellow on the horizon, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into rolling yellow clouds, surging over like a tide.

The gale carried a sharp, whistling sound, like countless blades cutting through the air.

Before the front-line soldiers could react, fine sand and gravel smashed into their faces, clattering against their armor.

"Wind!"

"The wind has risen!"

"So much sand and dust..."

Someone shouted in terror.

In an instant, sand and dust covering the sky poured down, and the world was plunged into chaos.

The gale whipped the sand and gravel into huge pillars, and wherever they passed, soldiers were blown off balance.

The Turkic warhorses were startled and neighed wildly, their front hooves rearing up and throwing their riders to the ground one after another.

"Damn it!"

"Why did such a big wind suddenly blow up?"

"And why is it blowing against our army?"

Moheduo looked at the sudden anomaly, his brows furrowed as he muttered to himself.

He paused, then continued, "But it doesn't matter. This Zhou state infantry army is already on the verge of collapse; no matter how the wind blows, it cannot save them from their defeat..."

This sudden wind was strange indeed, blowing from the southeast toward the northwest, hitting Moheduo's iron cavalry head-on.

The force of the wind, in particular, greatly hindered the charge of the warhorses...

But Moheduo didn't care; his side's advantage was too great...

It was just that this Turkic prince did not know that three miles away, a cavalry unit of a hundred men was racing toward them, competing to be the first.

"Kill!"

"It's a southeast wind; Heaven is helping us!"

"Warriors, follow me and charge!"

He Ba Le held his horse lance, glanced at the gale blowing toward the enemy army, and couldn't help but laugh loudly.

At that moment, whether it was He Ba Le or those hundred-odd cavalrymen charging forward without hesitation, they all personally felt what it meant to be Heaven's will.

What it meant to be favored and cared for by Heaven?

They rode with the wind, and even Heaven was helping them!

"Damn it!"

"Where did this evil wind come from, whipping up so much sand..."

A Turkic cavalryman was blinded by the yellow sand and had to slow down, cursing under his breath.

But before he could finish, he was met head-on by a horse lance.

His head was instantly severed.

The entire process took no more than a few breaths.

It was He Ba Le who had succeeded.

"Do not get entangled!"

"Don't forget Lord Chen Yan's instructions!"

He Ba Le, seeing him getting a bit carried away, reminded him immediately.

He Ba Le nodded, tightened the reins, gripped his lance, and continued to gallop forward with the main force.

"Another cavalry unit?"

As this hundred-man cavalry unit quickly pierced through, the Jingzhou troops, whose pressure had been greatly relieved by the sky-filling yellow sand, finally noticed them and shouted, "It's the armor style of our Great Zhou!"

"Lord Chen Yan's reinforcements have arrived!"

"Brothers, Lord Chen Yan hasn't abandoned us!"

"Kill!"

After He Ba Le and the others were recognized, the Jingzhou troops, who had been at their breaking point and on the verge of collapse, suddenly saw their morale soar.

Enduring exhaustion and wounds, they charged madly at the Turkic cavalry that had been suppressing them.

"Prince, this wind is too strange, covering the sky and the sun; should we retreat for now?"

"I can barely open my eyes..."

Ashina Gulu rode to Moheduo's side and suggested.

The yellow sand brought by the gale was too thick, and since they were facing the wind, they could barely open their eyes, making it completely unfavorable for combat!

If the Zhou army took the opportunity to counterattack, and with reinforcements helping, the consequences would be unimaginable...

It was possible they would be completely wiped out!

"No retreat!"

Moheduo gritted his teeth against the sand blinding his eyes and said, "How can a mere gust of wind stop the footsteps of my great army?"

"We must strike while the iron is hot, pursue the victory, and kill our way to the gates of Anding!"

He was determined to the point of stubbornness.

Retreat?

The Zhou army before him was like a dilapidated house on the verge of collapse, needing only one final kick!

How could Moheduo be willing to give up the fruits of victory that were within his grasp?

Ashina Gulu's brows furrowed as he brushed away the yellow sand, trying to dissuade him, "But in this situation, if Zhou cavalry kill their way in, it's easy to be..."

The prince had lost his head, but Ashina Gulu had not; he remained calm.

They were trapped in the yellow sand and lacked the ability to counter or protect themselves; if any accident occurred, it was highly possible they would turn from victory to defeat...

"Brother Heba, look at that man's armor style!"

He Ba Le keenly locked onto the target, his eyes shining as he pointed with his lance.

"Take him down, and it's the greatest merit!"

He Ba Le then looked over, recognized Moheduo's attire, which was different from the surrounding Turkic men, and instantly judged his identity.

"Ah!"

A series of screams from Turkic cavalrymen awakened Ashina Gulu, who said repeatedly, "The Zhou cavalry have killed their way over!"

"Protect the Prince!"

"Protect the Prince!"

In an instant, the surrounding Turkic personal guards gathered toward Moheduo.

"Prince?"

Fu Fu muttered upon hearing this, his mouth curling up as he shouted to the lead general ahead, "General Heba, it seems we've come to the right place!"

As luck would have it, He Ba Le's subordinate Fu Fu happened to understand Turkic.

He Ba Le and He Ba Le looked at each other, and both saw three words in the other's eyes: "We've got him!"

"Who goes there?"

Ashina Gulu, shielding his eyes from the yellow sand, rode to the front and asked in broken Han Chinese.

"Your grandfather is He Ba Le, under the command of Lord Chen Yan!"

He Ba Le galloped forward, using the gale and yellow sand to his advantage, and skewered Ashina Gulu with a single thrust of his lance.

"Ah!"

A wail rang out, and fresh blood splattered.

The Turkic fierce general, who could barely open his eyes, lost his life on the spot.

Last time He Ba Le had the merit of beheading a general; this time, he absolutely could not miss out again.

Capturing that Turkic prince would only bring even greater merit!

How did they manage to pierce through to this point? And with such peerless courage... Moheduo saw this, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart, as he subconsciously said, "This is bad!"

At this very moment, Moheduo regretted deeply not listening to Ashina Gulu's suggestion.

But it was too late, for He Ba Le had already killed his way to his side and hooked him with a horse lance.

"Prince!"

"Prince!"

The surrounding Turkic personal guards shouted in alarm.

"Got you, little brat, you're my prey now!"

He Ba Le knocked Moheduo unconscious, threw him over his horse's back, and laughed loudly.

The look he gave him was as if he were looking at a mountain of gold and silver...

After all, that was a Turkic prince!

"Got him, retreat!"

"Do not get entangled!"

He Ba Le, seeing He Ba Le succeed, ordered sternly.

The ninety-odd cavalrymen followed closely behind and rode away.

"Pursue!"

"Rescue the Prince!"

Zhishi Sili's face changed drastically, and he immediately ordered the stunned Turkic cavalry to go and snatch the person back.

But facing the wind was ultimately facing the wind; He Ba Le and the others, having captured Moheduo, used the yellow sand to shake off their pursuers far behind.

Kou Luo and Liang Shiyan also took the opportunity to sound the retreat, gathering the remaining Jingzhou troops and fighting as they withdrew back to Anding City.

At the earth mound encampment.

He Ba Le dismounted, carried Moheduo on his shoulder, and ran toward Chen Yan to present the captive, unable to hide his excitement as he laughed, "Lord, I've captured this Turkic so-called Moheduo Prince!"

"Please inspect him, Lord!"