Chapter 273: The Sorrow of the Silver Feather

And at this moment, the White Horse Righteous Followers have fully entered a combat state.

Their eyes flickered with a cold, icy light, as if they wanted to devour every enemy.

The White Dragon Dharma Aspect behind them became even more substantial, its dragon scales flashing with a mysterious light, as if it could pierce all darkness and falsehood.

Under Zhao Yun's leadership, the White Horse Righteous Followers were like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the heart of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry.

The Silver Feather Flying Cavalry were also elite troops.

But in the face of the White Horse Righteous Followers at this moment, they appeared utterly fragile.

As soon as the two armies made contact, amidst a fierce clash, countless Silver Feather Flying Cavalry fell from their horses.

Each charge was their stubborn resistance against the White Horse Righteous Followers.

Their figures darted across the battlefield, sometimes gathering together to launch a fierce assault, sometimes quickly scattering to evade the enemy's sharp edge.

However, even faced with such desperation, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry never gave up resistance.

However, the White Horse Righteous Followers' offensive remained fiercely intense.

Each charge seemed to want to utterly destroy the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry.

The soldiers of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry found each weapon swing and each charge into battle extraordinarily difficult.

Their figures swiftly moved within the formation, exerting all their strength to block the White Horse Righteous Followers' fierce assault.

And that White Dragon Dharma Aspect seemed to become the conductor of this battle song.

Across the entire battlefield echoed the shouts of the White Horse Righteous Followers and the neighing of warhorses.

The soldiers of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry shouted, their voices hoarse, yet their fighting spirit remained undiminished.

Although they knew the hope of victory in this battle was slim.

They were like tireless machines, launching charge after charge.

They possessed the true teachings of military strategy, familiar with every formation as if it were the back of their hand.

Seeing that they could not directly resist the White Horse Righteous Followers' fierce assault, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry quickly made tactical adjustments.

As the treasured battle formation of the current Qi Zhou Army, the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation is ever-changing, winding like dragons and snakes, capable of both offense and defense.

Even when facing the complex and variable Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation, they felt no fear, still maintaining a fierce offensive.

As the elite within the formation, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry naturally understood its essence.

It was also their love for life and steadfast adherence to their faith.

"Kill!" "Charge!"

"Kill!" "Charge!" "Block them!"

Later, when their numbers grew few, they faced each other head-on.

"Kill!" "Hold fast!" "For Qi Zhou!"

"Turn!"

The tactics were flexible and varied, making them impossible to defend against.

By the battle's end, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry were left with hardly any, yet their fighting spirit grew ever higher.

Although their stamina was severely depleted, their belief never wavered in the slightest.

Each charge made the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry feel immense pressure.

In the fierce battle, time seemed to become unusually slow.

Meanwhile, the White Horse Righteous Followers seemed to grow braver with each fight.

The White Horse Righteous Followers then swept them away like autumn wind sweeping leaves, defeating them one by one.

On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry were like brave lions, their eyes flashing with determined light.

Under these circumstances, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry could only rely on the changes of the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation to desperately resist the White Horse Righteous Followers' attack.

That incomparable power seemed to want to utterly destroy them.

Every charge, every fierce fight, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry gave their all.

They still firmly relied on the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation to engage in a life-and-death struggle with the White Horse Righteous Followers.

At this moment of life and death, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry displayed unprecedented tenacity and resilience.

Although each charge came with enormous sacrifice, they never retreated.

Under the slaughter of the White Horse Righteous Followers, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry suffered heavy losses.

They had no shame before Qi Zhou, nor before Qi Wang!

The cries of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry echoed across the battlefield.

However, the White Horse Righteous Followers at the center of the formation still maintained a fiercely intense offensive.

However, now as Dao Soldiers, with Zhao Yun leading the White Horse Righteous Followers, they were certainly no ordinary foes.

"Hold fast!" "Don't let them break through!" "Hold on a little longer!"

Under the cover of the formation, they sometimes darted like a swift spirit snake, sometimes surged forth like a mighty dragon.

They relied on the Qi Zhou Army's legion formation—the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation—and began to move flexibly across the battlefield.

Under Zhao Yun's command, the entire army acted as one, each strike precisely accurate.

Every clash was filled with bloodshed and cruelty, yet the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry never retreated a single step.

Nevertheless, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry did not give up.

As the battle continued, the numbers of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry dwindled, but their charges grew ever more fierce.

The commanders of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry shouted loudly, trying to boost morale.

The battlefield was filled with shouts and the clashing of weapons.

They seemed trapped in an inescapable vortex, able only to watch helplessly as they were gradually consumed by the enemy forces.

On the battlefield, the figures wearing silver feathers, coming and going like the wind, grew ever sparser.

They knew that, now being inside the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation, their perseverance at this moment was the key to victory.

They led the White Horse Righteous Followers forward in a charge, pressing ahead bravely.

Under the cover of the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation, they exerted all their strength and engaged in a life-and-death battle with the White Horse Righteous Followers.

Even with serious wounds, even exhausted to the point of collapse, they still fearlessly threw themselves at the White Horse Righteous Followers.

The figure wearing silver feathers darted swiftly across the battlefield, exerting all strength to engage in the final battle with the White Horse Righteous Followers.

Although the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry exerted all their strength to resist the White Horse Righteous Followers' offensive, they still could not turn the tide of battle.

They knew that victory was impossible in this battle, yet they still chose to fight until the last person.

Although their numbers had sharply dwindled, not a single one retreated; each soldier held his position, defending the glory of Qi Zhou with their lives.

In their eyes, there was no such thing as surrender—only the resolve to fight to the death.

These voices intertwined to form a magnificent battle song that echoed across the battlefield.

From the outset, when their numbers were many, they engaged in mobile skirmishes.

They waved their weapons in hand, launching charge after charge against the White Horse Righteous Followers.

Although the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry relied on the Dragon Snake Heavenly Might Formation to stubbornly resist, their strength gradually waned as time passed.

Yet as time went on, the situation on the battlefield grew increasingly dire.

Although the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry relied on the formation to constantly maneuver, each clash made them feel the might of the White Horse Righteous Followers.

In this life-and-death battle, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry displayed astonishing tenacity and combat power, using their own flesh and blood to erect an impregnable line of defense.

Yet they still chose to hold their ground and resist.

Whenever the White Horse Righteous Followers launched a charge, the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry used the formation's shifts to cleverly evade the spearhead while simultaneously launching counterattacks from the flanks or rear.

Under Zhao Yun's leadership, the White Horse Righteous Followers were like a sharp sword, continually tearing apart the formation's defenses.

As time passed, the numbers of the Silver Feather Flying Cavalry had dwindled to a mere handful.

Only a dozen or so soldiers remained, standing tightly together, their eyes filled with determination and resolve.

(End of chapter)