Chapter 294: Chen Family's Two Oxen

"Down the mountain, kill the enemy!"

Chen Wuji issued a simple and hasty military order, then grabbed his broadsword and led the charge down the mountain.

They couldn't descend the steep cliffs head-on; they had to go west, detouring about two li to the gentle slope of the mountain range to get down, then circle around to the mountain's base.

This detour amounted to nearly four li.

At this moment, chaos had already engulfed the Qiang people's camp; they couldn't possibly rally their troops and restore morale in such a short time.

While Chen Wuji was running, a figure suddenly shot past him like a tornado, shouting loudly, "Comrades, now is the time to achieve fame and accomplish great deeds—kill!"

Before Chen Wuji could react, another group rushed past.

Only then did Chen Wuji see clearly that the people who had rushed past were Qian Fugui and the personal guards he had requested.

"'Is this what they call unable to shoulder a burden, unable to lift a load, lacking the strength to truss a chicken, and powerless to protect oneself on the battlefield?' Chen Wuji twitched the corner of his mouth."

Powerless to protect yourself, you damned fool, you're still running this fast—do you want to be the first to scale the wall?

Just then, another figure came howling past, holding a stone high in hand.

"'Xu Guanshan, get back here!' Chen Wuji bellowed."

This kid looked as if he'd been bewitched by Qian Fugui's shout, his eyes glaring like Li Kui's, his whole body evidently worked up, exuding the aura of a wild bull.

The most absurd part was that he didn't even know when he'd thrown away his knife, now clutching a pile of stones in his arms.

"'Brigade Commander, kill the enemy, kill!'"

Xu Guanshan turned his head, grinning as he shouted, then howled as he rushed forward, quickly overtaking Qian Fugui.

Chen Wuji made up his mind: if Xu Guanshan this brat survived this battle, he must be sent back to guard the village; this battlefield is no place for him.

Thinking this, Chen Wuji quickened his pace.

As the commander of an army, how could he let these two brats steal the spotlight?

A thousand scattered troops burst out of the woods, following the dry riverbed, and charged toward the Qiang people's camp.

In fact, the battle had already begun the moment they entered the riverbed.

Under the dim, overcast night, the Qiang people's knights ran about like headless flies, bumping into everything, visible everywhere along this riverbed.

Qian Fugui, knife in hand, didn't dodge when he saw a knight; he collided head-on, then rolled on the ground, his movements chaotic—either stabbing the horse's belly or cutting its legs.

Watching this, Chen Wuji felt his heart leap with shock.

Yet absurdly, he used this method to successively fell three warhorses, slay a knight, and his battle tally instantly shot to the top.

This kid never speaks the truth.

If he could call this 'lacking the strength to truss a chicken, powerless to protect oneself on the battlefield,' then there would probably be no cowards in the world—everyone would be bold and skilled in battle.

Chen Wuji put away his broadsword, striding swiftly while nocking arrows on his bow.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Arrow after arrow flew from his hand.

He was moving, his targets were moving too, leaving hardly any time to aim.

Chen Wuji could only shoot at whatever he saw.

Whether knight or warhorse, he struck wherever he first locked onto.

One after another, Qiang knights fell.

Some fell after being hit by arrows themselves; others were thrown when their arrow‑struck horses bolted.

Close behind, the soldiers following Chen Wuji quickly moved in to finish the wounded.

As the battle line kept advancing, some people's ferocious bravery began to show.

The Chen Family's Two Oxen, praised by Chen Luozi, certainly lived up to their reputation.

These two honest, simple fellows—who would blush and dare not even fart in front of a girl—on the battlefield they slaughtered enemies as if possessed by a killing god.

During the infantry versus cavalry clash, Chen Wuji actually witnessed the famed scene of leaping up to slash a knight first, then chopping the warhorse.

Moreover, it wasn't just one person—it was two!

Chen Wushuang and Chen Wuyi were both like that.

Chen Wuji seriously doubted they truly possessed lightness skills.

How could someone jump straight up from a standstill to reach the height of a mounted knight, then behead him with a single blade? That's utterly unscientific.

Originally leading the charge, Qian Fugui was quickly overtaken by those two.

The two of them were like two sharp arrows, charging straight through, smashing straight to the front of the Qiang camp in one breath, then fearlessly slaughtering their way inside.

Chen Wuji led the large force closely behind them.

What surprised him greatly was that the Qiang people actually managed to regroup some troops in such a short time.

Although only a few hundred, those few hundred had already formed a battle line.

Chen Wuji had already noticed earlier that this Qiang force was out of the ordinary, but by now there was no time to consider such things—no matter how formidable they were, this battle had to be fought.

"'Chen Wuyou, firecrackers, throw!'"

Chen Wuji had no hesitation, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Chen Wuyou, who was carrying the big box on his back, immediately set it down, pulled out two bundles of Shocking Heaven Thunder, lit them, took a few steps forward, and flung them out.

The deafening roar once again echoed across this chaotic camp.

The Qiang troops they had just regrouped instantly scattered again; the Qiang might have grown used to the sound, but the warhorses certainly did not.

These Qiang people refused to abandon their horses, insisting on remaining cavalry stubbornly, which really helped Chen Wuji a great deal—whether to say it or not, they were truly adept at exploiting the situation.

As this sole reorganized Qiang unit fell back into chaos, the ensuing melee thus opened its curtain.

Chen Wuyou, carrying the box, would toss a firecracker at the slightest sign of the Qiang organizing a counterattack.

The booming sounds rang out one after another.

This battle raged on until the night grew utterly dark, only then was it declared over.

He had no idea how many he had killed; anyway, he just kept killing, kept killing, until the sky turned completely dark, and only when there was no trace of the Qiang people left in this Lìng ground did he sheathe his knife.

His bow and arrows had long been exhausted; he didn't even know where he had thrown them.

During the slaughter, having a bow slung on his back was really in the way.

"Chen Li, quickly send people to scout the situation on both Chen Luozi and Wu Bu Yong's sides!" Chen Wuji, without even catching his breath, swiftly issued the first order.

"Yes!"

"Qian Fugui!"

"Here, here!" Qian Fugui came running over, holding his arm, limping.

Chen Wuji glanced at his arm, reddened by blood, and asked, "Is it alright?"

"It's fine, just a lot of blood loss and a bit painful." Qian Fugui grinned.

"Since it's fine, quickly bring people to finish off the wounded—even if they're lying on the ground looking as if they're dead, you must strike another blow at a vital spot, just in case!" Chen Wuji ordered.

"Understood!"

Qian Fugui responded loudly and quickly led his men away.

"Chen Baojia!" Chen Wuji shouted again.

"Here!"

"Quickly bring people to clean the battlefield, gather the cattle, sheep, and horses, and tally the military merit."

"Yes!"