Chapter 222: with translation of chapter title

The sudden appearance of this heavy armored cavalry was like throwing a huge stone onto a calm lake, instantly stirring up thousands of waves.

Ox Demon King and three forces

Haha, Ox Demon King, Yellow Turban Strongman!

A hearty, bold laugh rang out like a thunderclap in clear sky, echoing over the Luozhou battlefield and making everyone's eardrums buzz.

Da Qian army and Nangong Tianxia

He gripped a heavy spear, its tip flashing with cold light.

Several gems were inlaid in the qilin armor, shining brightly in the sunlight and flowing with mysterious light.

He was tall and sturdy, with a firm, resolute face, and his brow bore an aura of domineering might without anger.

It turned out to be Nan Gong Tianxia, who had already rushed back to Qianzhou to take command and guard Qiandu, as previously reported in the Yellow Turban army's intelligence!

And the heavy armored cavalry behind him, with a momentum like a rainbow, was precisely the force that had previously displayed great might in Ruizhou.

The Da Qian dynasty's heavy cavalry Dao Soldiers who shattered hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops in Ruizhou in a single battle—the Leize Longqi!

They uniformly wore dragon-scale armor, held lightning spears, and rode divine swift Leize dragon horses; from afar they looked like a group of knights born from thunder.

The uniform clanging of iron armor accompanied the dragon horses' neighs, like the might of thunder shaking the entire battlefield.

At this moment they lined up uniformly behind Nan Gong Tianxia, their iron armor clashing with a "hualah" sound, as if announcing their arrival.

Nan Gong Tianxia's appearance instantly made the battlefield atmosphere tense to the extreme.

The pupils of the Bull Demon King and the Yellow Turban strongmen, among others, contracted, and a sense of foreboding welled up in their hearts.

"I've been waiting for you all for a long time!"

Nan Gong Tianxia shouted in a deep voice, his tone revealing endless chill.

His gaze was like a blade, sweeping over the Bull Demon King and the Yellow Turban strongmen, as if wanting to see through them.

"Today, let you witness the true power of the Da Qian dynasty!"

Nan Gong Tianxia said coldly, then immediately raised his heavy spear and swung it forward forcefully.

"Leize Longqi, follow this general in charging forward and trampling these rebels!"

Nan Gong Tianxia's voice was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, exploding in the air above the Luzhou battlefield.

He wore qilin armor, gripped a heavy spear, like a War God descending to the world, standing tall on the battlefield.

With his command, the Leize Longqi behind him, like ignited beacon fires, instantly burst forth with earth-shaking fighting spirit.

They uniformly galloped on horseback, their iron armor clashing with a soul-shaking sound, like the might of thunder, charging toward the Yellow Turban troops who were then wantonly slaughtering the vanguard of the Da Qian army.

The Yellow Turban troops, originally possessing a momentum like a rainbow, instantly fell into utter chaos under this cavalry's impact; their formerly steady steps began to scatter, and the arrogance on their faces was replaced by terror.

Nan Gong Tianxia led from the front, bringing behind him the Soul-Annihilating War God—Yang Yin—and the Azure Cloud Archer God—Yun Xinrou—charging ahead into the midst of the Yellow Turban army ahead.

The three of them were like three sharp daggers, fiercely thrust into the heart of the Yellow Turban army.

Nan Gong Tianxia's heavy spear—the Lietian Zhushen Qiang—was wielded like a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl; each swing carried the might of thunder, shattering the Yellow Turban troops piece by piece.

Yang Yin wielded dual blades, drawing bows left and right, each stroke deadly, causing the Yellow Turban troops to fall with men and horses overturned.

Yun Xinrou, meanwhile, drew her bow and nocked arrows; each shot was incredibly precise, never missing, causing the Yellow Turban troops to lose courage at the mere sound.

Under their leadership, the Leize Longqi were like an indestructible iron army, fiercely tearing apart the battlefield's defenses.

Their charge was like a flood and ferocious beast, unstoppable; each impact left the Yellow Turban troops feeling terrified and shaken.

Facing the frontal charge of the Dao Soldiers Leize Longqi.

The Yellow Turban soldiers collapsed one after another under such a fierce assault.

Blood stained the battlefield red, and tragic wails rose and fell one after another.

Yet the Leize Longqi did not halt their advance despite the Yellow Turban troops' defeat.

They continued to surge forward, driving the Yellow Turban troops step by step into a desperate situation.

Nan Gong Tianxia brandished his heavy spear, thrusting left and right on the battlefield as if entering an uninhabited realm.

Each sweep of his spear could take the lives of several Yellow Turban troops, filling them with extreme fear and despair.

The two junior War Gods beside him, Yang Yin and Yun Xinrou, were equally unwilling to yield, closely following Nan Gong Tianxia's rear and joining the Leize Longqi in launching an even more ferocious assault on the Yellow Turban troops.

Yun Xinrou's arrows seemed to have eyes, precisely striking into the Yellow Turban camp and inflicting heavy casualties on the mid-level Colonels who were maintaining the Yellow Turban formation.

Under the combined fierce assault of the three acting as the spearhead, the Yellow Turban troops finally began to retreat repeatedly.

Although these Yellow Turban troops had been trained under Meng Zhang,

they were no longer the ragtag beggar-version troops they once were.

But facing the Leize Longqi, they seemed to have reverted to being refugees as they once were.

The feeling of first facing the Da Qian regular army.

The soldiers were terrified and their morale low; the once-rainbow-like morale had now completely vanished.

They began to flee in all directions, but no matter where they ran, they could not escape the pursuit of the Leize Longqi.

Although the Yellow Turban main force ahead was numerous, under the Leize Longqi's charge they scattered and collapsed like sand and stone struck by a huge wave.

Each swing of Nan Gong Tianxia's Lietian Zhushen Qiang was accompanied by a thunderous roar, and whatever the spear tip pointed at

the Yellow Turban soldiers fell one after another at the sound, blood spraying, staining this battlefield a crimson red.

Behind Nan Gong Tianxia, the Leize Longqi moved forward like a giant dragon winding its way.

The iron armor gleamed with a cold, icy light in the sunlight, and the long spears and sharp swords in their hands were like the scythes of the grim reaper, each swing taking away a piece of the enemy's life.

The thunder of hooves was deafening, and the clashing of iron armor sounded even more like a death-summoning drumbeat echoing within the Yellow Turban army.

The formation of the Yellow Turban army was torn apart time and again, its defenses breached repeatedly.

They screamed in terror and ran, but no matter how they struggled, they could not escape the ever-lengthening trail of blood behind them.

That trail of blood seemed like a crimson river flowing from hell.

It wound its way across the battlefield, swallowing the lives of countless Yellow Turban soldiers.

The Leize Dragon Riders did not slow their charge despite the Yellow Turban army's defeat, continuing to surge forward with thunderous force.

There was only one target—the battlefield where the Bull Demon King, Yellow Turban Warriors, and Azure Dragon Legion were besieging the Soul-Hooking Army.

That place is the key to this battle; only by rushing reinforcements there can we completely turn the tide.

By then, the battlefield where the Bull Demon King, Yellow Turban Warriors, Azure Dragon Legion, and Soul-Hooking Army fought was already shrouded in smoke and littered with flying flesh—a gruesome sight.

Both sides had gone berserk, as if trying to erase each other completely from this land.

"Leize Dragon Riders, follow my charge!"

Nangong Tianxia raised the Split-Heaven God-Slaying Spear high and shouted loudly.

He led the charge into the battlefield, with the Leize Dragon Riders closely following behind.

Like a torrent of steel, it swept in, instantly throwing the battlefield into even greater chaos.

(End of chapter)