Chapter 414: Trapped in a net of heaven and earth, not only did they not surrender, but they actually dared to counterattack and char

Helian Shi had just picked up his porridge bowl to take another sip when he heard the news of the "Tuyuhun charging the formation," and his expression sank instantly.

His wrist flicked violently, and the porcelain bowl smashed onto the ground with a "clatter."

The boiling hot porridge splashed all over the floor, and the fragments bounced up and fell back down.

"The Tuyuhun truly have great audacity!"

He was so angry that the veins on his temples jumped, and he cursed in a rough voice: "Trapped in a net of heaven and earth, not only do they not surrender, but they actually dare to counterattack and charge the formation!"

After Helian Shi finished cursing, he turned abruptly to face Chen Yan, cupping his fists and bowing deeply with such force that his armor let out a light "clatter." Even his voice carried a fierce, teeth-gritting intensity: "This subordinate requests to fight!"

Although he had been rushing about for a whole day without rest, causing fatigue to show in his eyes.

But at this moment, his eyes were filled with surging killing intent.

Even the hands hanging at his sides were clenched until his knuckles turned white.

Clearly, he had been thoroughly annoyed by this sudden charge of the Tuyuhun and was just waiting for Lord Chen Yan's order to raise his spear, mount his horse, and go to the front line to slaughter.

He Ba Le had already been listening with clenched fists. Hearing Helian Shi's request to fight, the fire in his chest exploded instantly. He slammed the desk and also cursed in a rough voice: "Damn it, I can't stand this at all!"

Then, he took a big step to Helian Shi's side, bowed and cupped his hands toward Chen Yan in parallel, the sound of armor colliding mixed with heavy breathing, full of urgency: "Grand General, let subordinate go!"

"I will definitely behead the enemy before the formation!"

When he raised his eyes, his pupils were filled with ferocity.

The corners of his eyes were taut, and even between his fingers, there was a hint of ruthlessness.

He Ba Le had already been holding back a belly full of fire against the Tuyuhun, and they actually dared to jump in his face and provoke him?

If an uncle can endure it, an aunt cannot!

Must kill those dog-begotten bastards to death!

Seeing the two of them emotionally agitated, Chen Yan raised his hand and pressed down lightly, his palm facing down, his tone steady like a stabilizing needle: "Two generals, stay calm, keep your composure first..."

He swept his gaze over the taut shoulders and backs of Helian and Heba, then glanced at the porcelain bowl fragments on the ground, his voice softening a bit: "You have worked hard these past days, now go and have a good rest!"

After saying this, his fingertip fell back onto the South City Gate on the map, a flash of certainty in his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting gently, calmly saying: "Someone will deal with the South City Gate!"

He looked completely confident.

Yuwen Ze held his porridge bowl, his fingertip tapping the edge of the bowl lightly. After his brother finished speaking, he added with a smile: "Two generals, you have already achieved such great merit, the merit of merits!"

After a pause, his tone carried a hint of teasing as he swept his gaze over the two and added: "Still need to leave some opportunities for merit to other generals in the army!"

Wang Xiong looked at Chen Yan and Yuwen Ze's calm and composed demeanor. After exchanging a look with Dou Luling, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "It seems the Grand General has long had a deployment!"

No need to think to know that to be so calm, he must have already prepared a big slap, waiting for the Tuyuhun army that delivered itself to the door...

The sky had long since darkened, and the night wind was wrapped in coldness.

It swept across the Gobi outside the Fouhan South City Gate, rolling up fine sand and hitting the armor of the Tuyuhun cavalry, making a rustling sound.

One hundred cavalrymen were arranged in a neat horizontal formation, black horses stepping on the ground, white air spraying from their nostrils, their hooves occasionally scraping up stone fragments.

The leading general pulled on his reins, his black cloak blown backward by the wind, his expression as grave as if frozen, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers behind him, speaking loudly, his voice exceptionally clear in the night: "The Crown Prince said, after the matter is accomplished, he will guarantee our families eternal glory and wealth!"

As soon as these words fell, he suddenly drew the curved saber from his waist, the blade flashing with a cold light under the moonlight.

"Charge!"

A roar tore through the night sky, and he kicked his horse's belly hard with both legs.

The black horse beneath him let out a neigh and took the lead in charging toward the Zhou army's defensive line ahead.

The one hundred Tuyuhun cavalrymen behind him followed closely.

The sound of hooves was like thunder, rolling up sand and dust that filled the sky.

In the pitch-black night, like a black torrent, they lunged toward the front.

The Zhou army arrayed outside the South City Gate had long been waiting in full battle array, the black-armored soldiers standing shoulder to shoulder in three rows, the long bows in their hands pulled like full moons.

The arrowheads glinted coldly in the night.

Seeing the Tuyuhun cavalry charging over, the general in the front row suddenly waved his command flag and shouted in a deep voice: "Release arrows!"

Before the words had faded, the first row of soldiers released their strings in unison, a sky full of arrows carrying a sharp "xiu xiu xiu" sound.

Like a black cloud, they covered the Tuyuhun cavalry.

Immediately after, the second and third rows of soldiers took turns releasing arrows.

The arrows were so dense they almost blocked the moonlight, some shooting straight at the warhorses, some aiming at the cavalrymen's chests, without the slightest hesitation.

Hua Jiao reined in his horse and stood behind the formation, his hand on the sword at his waist, his gaze fixed on the charging Tuyuhun cavalry ahead.

Seeing the cavalry in the front row already pierced like sieves by arrows, blood seeping through the gaps in their armor, yet still roaring and charging forward, even the fallen warhorses unable to stop the footsteps of those following, his brows knitted violently, his tone filled with astonishment: "Are these guys crazy!?"

After saying this, he raised his hand to rub his eyes, confirming he hadn't seen wrong.

Those Tuyuhun cavalrymen were clearly already suffering heavy losses in the rain of arrows, yet as if they didn't know pain, they still held their curved sabers and lunged forward.

Even when their horse bellies were pierced and their hooves nailed down, they struggled to crawl up and charge forward two steps.

Another rain of arrows was released, and another group of cavalry fell.

But those remaining still didn't retreat; this desperate ruthlessness made the astonishment in his eyes deepen a bit more.

"No!"

Gu Yuci narrowed his eyes and stared ahead, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the hilt of his sword. After seeing the posture of the Tuyuhun cavalry lunging forward even with only remnants of their bodies, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "These hundred-odd Tuyuhun cavalrymen are death warriors!"

His voice was low but exceptionally clear, his gaze filled with certainty: "They want to use their own lives as the price to intercept a glimmer of survival for the Tuyuhun army, intending to chisel open our military formation and break out!"

At that moment, Gu Yuci saw through the true intention of these "dare-to-die squads"...

It was to take advantage of the gap in arrow shooting to pave the way for the army inside the city!

The true vanguard was probably coming immediately...

Hearing this, Hua Jiao realized the severity of the problem, his expression sank instantly, the force of his hand on his sword unconsciously increasing, his knuckles turning white, and he urgently urged: "General Gu, you are the South City Gate commander personally appointed by the Grand General, you must quickly make a decision!"

His gaze was locked tightly on Gu Yuci, filled with anxiety.

Clearly, he had completely realized the urgency of the situation.

After saying this, he glanced back at the front again.

Where those few Tuyuhun death warriors had fallen, there were already sporadic arrows shooting into empty space, and flaws were vaguely appearing in the weak points of the formation.

Gu Yuci, however, showed no panic, raising his hand to press on Hua Jiao's trembling arm, his voice as steady as iron: "Prefect Hua, do not panic!"

After saying this, he shouted toward the back of the formation: "Where is Lu Ming!"

Before the words had faded, a burly figure rode out.

The person who came was none other than Lu Ming, nearly two meters tall, the black armor he wore glinting coldly in the night.

His shoulder width was almost equal to two people, and the horse spear in his hand was over a zhang long.

The cold light on the spear tip was intimidating, and the whole person standing there was like a moving iron tower, sturdy and astonishing.

"Subordinate is here!" Lu Ming replied in a deep voice.

"The time for the Grand General to test you has come..."

Gu Yuci raised his hand, pointing his fingertip toward the South City Gate direction, saying decisively: "I order you to lead fifty cavalrymen to give the Tuyuhun a head-on blow!"

"Order received!"

Lu Ming nodded, then gave a shout: "Follow me!"

Fifty elite cavalrymen immediately mounted their horses.

The sound of hooves was neat and uniform, following Lu Ming, racing head-on toward the Tuyuhun cavalry coming out of the city.

The black figures drew a sharp arc in the night.

Zhong Lifang led one thousand Tuyuhun cavalrymen just as they rushed out of the city gate, when he saw a team of black cavalry racing over.

The leading general's figure was sturdy like an iron tower, but his face carried a hint of unstripped childishness, his brows and eyes still appearing green.

He reined in his horse, the corner of his mouth curling into an arc of contempt, his curved saber pointing at Lu Ming, his voice rough like sandpaper: "Who is the general coming? Zhong does not behead nameless people!"

After saying this, he swept his gaze over the fifty-man cavalry team behind Lu Ming, his disdain deepening, his laughter filled with mockery: "Just relying on you hairy brat, you dare to block my Tuyuhun's path? Roll back early, lest you lose your life!"

Before the words had faded, the Tuyuhun cavalry behind him also burst into laughter.

The sound of hooves stepped faster.

Clearly, they didn't take this Zhou army team, which looked small in number and had a general who still looked immature, seriously.

Lu Ming's face had no expression. After hearing Zhong Lifang finish speaking, he only said coldly: "The one who will collect your life!"

"You are not yet worthy to know my name!"

Before the words had faded, he kicked his horse's belly hard with both legs.

The warhorse beneath him let out a neigh, its four hooves flying, charging straight forward, the tip of the horse spear cutting through the air with a sharp sound.

Zhong Lifang was provoked by these words until his face turned red, and he shouted angrily: "Arrogant brat!"

The curved saber in his hand was raised high, and he also urged his warhorse to meet him.

The moment the two horses crossed, the curved saber and the horse spear collided with a bang.

A crisp "clatter" numbed the ears. Zhong Lifang only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and his arm went numb.

He completely didn't expect this hairy brat to have such brute force.

Lu Ming didn't stop at all, using the force of the collision to spin his body, the horse spear sweeping horizontally, forcing Zhong Lifang to dodge sideways, missing the opportunity to counterattack.

After only three moves, Lu Ming seized Zhong Lifang's flaw, the horse spear thrusting forward violently, barely grazing his armor and knocking his curved saber away by half a foot.

Before Zhong Lifang could recover, A Ming had already spurred his horse past him, plunging straight into the Tuyuhun cavalry formation.

The horse spear in his hand seemed to have life, sometimes thrusting straight, picking the oncoming cavalrymen off their horses.

Sometimes sweeping horizontally, hitting the cavalry on both sides until they fell off their horses. Everywhere the black figure passed, blood splashed, and screams continued.

The fifty Tang Zhou army cavalry behind him followed closely.

Borrowing the gap torn open by Lu Ming, they charged and killed in the Tuyuhun formation like a sharp blade.

Lu Ming took the lead, and every rise and fall of the horse spear brought up a sheet of blood.

He didn't even need to look back, only relying on hearing to identify the position, he avoided the curved saber attacking from behind, and with a backhand spear, nailed that cavalryman under his horse.

When he led the team to kill through the Tuyuhun formation and rushed to the other side, only three warhorses had fallen behind him.

Although the three Great Zhou cavalrymen fell off their horses, they had also beheaded several Tuyuhun soldiers before falling, not wasting their lives.

What domineering strength!... Zhong Lifang's hand hanging at his side was still trembling slightly, the tiger's mouth that had collided with the horse spear was numb and painful, and even the knuckles holding the curved saber turned white. Looking at Lu Ming's back as he charged and killed, his Adam's apple couldn't help but bob, and a sigh of exclamation emerged in his heart.

As soon as this thought fell, he suddenly came to his senses, his expression sank further, and he shouted sternly toward Lu Ming's direction: "Why has Zhong never seen you among the Zhou army's cavalry generals before!?"

His voice carried a hint of unwillingness, but more of incredulity.

A general of this age and this brute force, if he had seen or fought before, it would be impossible to have no impression...

But the suppressive power of those three moves just now was definitely not something a novice could have.

This contradiction made his heart increasingly irritable, and the hand holding the curved saber trembled even more obviously.

It couldn't be that the Zhou army's main general Chen Yan still had a trick up his sleeve, could it?

Lu Ming reined in his horse, and the warhorse beneath him stood on its hind legs.

Its front hooves drew two cold lights in the night, and when they landed, they heavily crushed a patch of stone fragments.

Then, he suddenly turned his horse's head, and his black cloak drew a sharp arc behind him.

The horse spear still pointed straight ahead, the tip of the spear still hanging with a few strands of blood-stained hair, smelling of fishy blood under the moonlight.

"King Yama will answer this question for you!" His voice exploded like deep thunder, without any extra emotion, only cold killing intent.

Before the words had faded, his left hand suddenly raised, signaling the cavalry behind him to form a formation, and forty-odd people quickly gathered into a wedge-shaped charging formation.

The sound of hooves instantly changed from scattered to neat, like dense drumbeats, knocking on the hearts of the Tuyuhun cavalry.

Lu Ming clamped his horse's belly tight again, and the warhorse let out a deafening neigh, charging straight toward Zhong Lifang's direction.

This time, he didn't lunge straight into the formation, but aimed at the weak point beside Zhong Lifang.

During the charge just now, he had already remembered the flaws in the Tuyuhun formation.

The horse spear in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and as he ran, the tip of the spear scraped against the Gobi stone fragments, sparking a string of sparks.

Zhong Lifang was provoked by Lu Ming's words until his eyes widened, the rage in his chest almost burning through his chest, and he suddenly raised his curved saber, the blade reflecting a fierce light under the moonlight, shouting angrily: "Want to send Zhong to see King Yama, you little brat are not worthy!"

After saying this, he raced straight over, gripping the curved saber tightly, his arms taut, his gaze locked onto Lu Ming's figure, even his breathing becoming hurried.

He thought of taking advantage of Lu Ming's charge being halfway through and his strength not yet recovered to catch the opponent off guard.

The curved saber was raised high, just waiting for the moment the two horses crossed to slash fiercely at his shoulder.

"Is that so?"

Lu Ming had no expression, only the corners of his mouth lifting into an arc, asking nonchalantly.

Everywhere the horse spear passed, the Tuyuhun cavalry fell like harvested wheat...

"Of course..." Before Zhong Lifang's word "so" could come out, Lu Ming suddenly clamped his horse's belly hard, and the warhorse beneath him accelerated suddenly, darting out like a black lightning bolt.

His wrist flipped, and the zhang-long horse spear carried a sharp sound of breaking through the air, aiming straight for Zhong Lifang's neck, the speed so fast that there was no time to react.

"Ugh!"

Zhong Lifang's pupils shrank, and just as he wanted to raise his saber to block, he felt a chill on his neck.

Before the sharp pain could arrive, his vision had already begun to spin.

The next second, his head flew off his neck with the horizontal sweep of the horse spear.

Blood gushed out like a fountain from his throat, splashing all over the ground.

And his body remained stiff on the horse's back until the warhorse was startled and jumped up, only then falling heavily to the ground. ===== CHAPTER 415 =====