Chapter 197: Captured

Finally, as the last ray of sunset like blood spilled across the horizon and gradually sank into endless darkness.

The entire wasteland was dyed with a layer of tragic color.

The scars left by the battle were etched deep into this land.

As if to freeze this moment's cruelty forever in the river of time.

Across the wasteland, devastation everywhere, littered with the corpses and broken weapons of Cangzhou Army soldiers.

These once vibrant lives have now turned into cold corpses.

They lay silently on the wasteland, as if recounting their former bravery and helplessness.

Their blood stained this land red.

Interwoven with the sunset's afterglow, they formed a tragic and beautiful scroll.

Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo stood side by side.

Their bodies were covered in wounds, blood staining their armor.

Despite their grave injuries, they fought to the death, holding the final position.

Behind them were the remaining several hundred Cangzhou Army soldiers, all wounded.

Although exhausted, the resolve and obsession in their eyes showed no diminution.

They gazed at the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry warriors still standing firm.

Their hearts filled with endless killing intent and helplessness.

The Silver Feather Flying Cavalry swept in like a storm, encircling Tie Shi Wen, Jiao Mo, and the others completely.

They stood in neat formation, their armor smeared with blood and dust.

Yet the light in their eyes shone even more brilliantly.

Tie Shi Wen gripped his spear tightly, his eyes flashing with determined light.

Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo drew a deep breath.

They knew this was their final moment.

They exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with calm and release.

Even if we die here, we must make the enemy pay a heavy price.

"Haha! Brothers, follow me in charge!"

"Kill one and break even!"

Tie Shi Wen drew a deep breath and roared loudly.

Afterwards, he led the charge toward the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry's camp.

Jiao Mo followed closely, waving his Flood Dragon Sea-Covering Halberd.

Their hearts filled with endless killing intent and anger.

To avenge their fallen brothers.

At this moment, the entire wasteland seemed to boil.

Shouts of killing, war drums, and clashes of weapons intertwined, forming a tragic battle song.

Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo led the troops, brandishing their weapons, engaging the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry in a final melee.

Each of their strikes brimmed with resolve and power, as if to pour all their anger and resentment onto this battlefield.

However, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry were not easy opponents.

They coordinated seamlessly, their combat skills superb, each strike accurately piercing the enemy's defenses.

Their spears in hand moved like silver snakes, gliding freely across the battlefield.

Each thrust took the life of a Cangzhou Army soldier.

The battle proceeded with extraordinary brutality, both sides continually falling.

The soldiers beside Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo dwindled.

They exerted their last strength, waving their weapons to launch a fierce attack on the enemy.

They did not cease fighting until the very last moment.

Finally, as the last few Cangzhou Army soldiers fell under the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry's fierce assault.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo, gravely wounded and unable to fight further, could only kneel in the pool of blood.

Their armor was stained red with blood, their faces covered in dust and exhaustion.

"Tie them up, take them alive!"

Looking at the two exhausted in the arena.

The knight leading the surrounding Silver Feather Flying Cavalry who remained standing fell silent for a moment.

He waved his hand backward.

Following a cold order from within the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry.

Several Silver Feather Flying Cavalry soldiers stepped forward, tightly binding Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo.

The motion was swift and practiced.

They gave the two no chance to resist.

Their eyes revealed helplessness and unwillingness.

But at this moment they were utterly exhausted, unable to resist.

The surrounding Silver Feather Flying Cavalry soldiers who remained standing were now silent.

The knight leading the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry slowly approached Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo.

He fell silent for a moment, then lowered his gaze to these two who had once caused considerable trouble for Qi Zhou.

A hint of complex emotion flickered in the eyes.

There was the pride of victors, and also respect for the enemy.

"The victor becomes king, the loser becomes bandit."

"I lost, do as you please!"

Tie Shi Wen gritted teeth, arrogantly looking at the surrounding Silver Feather Flying Cavalry and said.

"The Cangzhou Army never fears death."

"Today's battle, though defeated, is still glorious!"

Beside, Jiao Mo also had an arrogant nature, eyes flashing with a ferocious light.

"Ha, now it's your lives."

"What you said doesn't count!"

A knight of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry took a deep look at them, then turned and walked toward the battlefield.

"Take them away and keep them under strict guard!"

The knight finally gave the order.

Several Silver Feather Flying Cavalry soldiers responded, escorting Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo away.

Their silhouettes gradually faded in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Left behind was a chaotic battlefield and countless corpses of Cangzhou Army soldiers.

As night fell.

Silver Feather Flying Cavalry soldiers began to clean up the battlefield.

They buried the corpses of Cangzhou Army soldiers one by one.

Meanwhile, not far from the battlefield where Tie Shi Wen's army and the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry were fiercely fighting.

In a deep valley in the direction of Soul-breaking Pass, a unit of several thousand White Gold Armored Cavalry silently appeared.

This cavalry unit moved at extreme speed, like an unstoppable torrent.

Galloping nonstop in the valley, the raised dust obscured the sky and sun.

Carrying a chilling killing intent and firm determination, they charged straight toward the battlefield.

This cavalry wore shining armor, helmets with tiger heads, waist-hung spears, and back-carried bows.

Under the sunlight, the armor on their bodies sparkled with dazzling light.

Like a group of War Gods descending from heaven, they inspired awe.

Their warhorses were all exceptional steeds, selected from a thousand.

Robust in build, hooves generating wind, as if able to trample any obstacle.

At the forefront of the unit stood a figure holding a blade and a spear, a White Armor War God.

This person was tall and imposing, with a dignified bearing.

The armor was inlaid with glittering gemstones, flashing with a mysterious light.

The long blade in hand flashed with a cold light, as if able to cleave heaven and earth; while the long spear was like a Flood Dragon leaping from the sea, unstoppable.

White Tiger rode a white-gold White Tiger King Steed, leading the army in a swift gallop through the valley.

Hooves struck the stone slabs in the valley, producing a clear sound.

Echoing in the empty valley, it was as if war drums were beating, stirring the fighting spirit of every warrior.

At this moment, the White Tiger War Cavalry's speed was extreme, and in the blink of an eye they had already approached the previous battlefield.

It was a pity that, when the White Tiger War Cavalry charged like a whirlwind to the edge of the battlefield.

The reinforcements they had hoped for—the detachment of the Cangzhou Army led by Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo—had already been wiped out.

On the battlefield, only the banners erected by the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry soldiers remained, along with the ground covered in grave mounds of Cangzhou Army soldiers.

As if silently recounting the fierce battle that had just taken place.

White Tiger now stood on the high ground at the edge of the battlefield, gazing into the distance at the smoky, blood-soaked battlefield ahead.

White Tiger's eyes were filled with anger and reluctance.

The White Tiger War Cavalry led by White Tiger was still a step late.

Failed to arrive in time to reinforce the detachment of the Cangzhou Army led by Tie Shi Wen and Jiao Mo.

White Tiger tightly gripped the White Tiger King Blade in hand, the blade trembling slightly from anger, emitting a low hum.

In White Tiger's eyes, flames seemed to blaze, the raging fury illuminating White Tiger's resolute face.

(End of chapter)