Chapter 84: Behind Is an Evil Dragon, Ahead Is a Fierce Tiger

"Put out the fire!"

"Go! All of you go!"

"All of you, scram and put out the fire!"

On Fenglong Mountain, Murong Ke, his eyes bloodshot and acting like a mad tiger, waved his weapon to drive the soldiers to put out the fire.

On both sides of the valley, the fire burned ever more fiercely, the surging flames and thick smoke nearly obscuring the sky.

From time to time, from within the valley below, heart-rending shrieks and wails could be heard faintly; they were the most core fighting strength of their Murong Clan.

On the mountain slopes on both sides of the valley were the Auxiliary Soldiers of the Longcheng Armored Cavalry who had originally been waiting for the steel giant beast to fall into the pit before charging down to bury it.

They were the first batch to go put out the fire.

But once the mountains and forests caught fire, even in the Modern World, the difficulty of extinguishing it was immense.

Here in the Yonghe Spacetime, relying solely on manpower to put out the fire was almost impossible.

Even quite a few Auxiliary Soldiers were swallowed by the roaring flames.

That kind of flame, which could not be extinguished once it clung to something, made the Xianbei soldiers extremely fearful, and no one dared to go up again.

"My lord!"

A bodyguard rushed over and roared at Murong Ke, "Those Di People who should be thrown to feed the wolves have fled!"

Murong Ke gritted his teeth.

He looked toward the distant mountain slope and indeed saw a large batch of Di People rapidly withdrawing from Zhan Chang.

"Once I catch these traitors, I will take out their livers to feed the eagles!"

"Traitors!"

Fu Hong had experienced several great battles with the Beggar Army; how rich his experience was.

When he saw the valley catch fire, he knew they could not win this time.

And Ran Min leading the Beggar Army all the way up the mountain made him understand even more that this was yet another crushing defeat.

The Xianbei and Di allied forces, occupying the high ground and holding the Terrain Advantage, still could not stop the Beggar Army.

Corpses covered the mountains and fields; if they kept fighting, they would all die here.

The experienced Fu Hong immediately abandoned his allies and ran away.

So-called allies were originally meant to be abandoned, meant to cover the rear.

Misfortunes never come singly.

On this side, Murong Ke was still venting his anger at the traitors when another bodyguard came to report.

"My lord!"

"The Han People are charging up!"

Looking down from the high ground, countless Beggar Army soldiers surged over like a tide.

The closest ones had already come within a Hundred Steps.

The Beggar Army's superlative Combat Will and extremely refined Equipment made it difficult for the allied forces to resist.

"My lord, let's go~~~"

"If we don't leave now, we'll all die here!"

Rationality told Murong Ke that he must retreat, otherwise Total Annihilation of the entire army was right before his eyes.

But Affection was fighting against Rationality.

"Your younger brother is still in the valley, and the Longcheng Armored Cavalry, the most elite of the Murong Clan, are still in the valley!"

A younger brother or such was still tolerable, after all Murong Ke had many younger brothers.

But the Longcheng Armored Cavalry.

The entire Xianbei Murong Clan, with the strength of the whole Tribe, had only raised these.

If they were all wiped out in one battle, this was no longer cutting flesh; it was digging out bones!

He was unwilling, and still wanted to drive the soldiers to carve a path of survival from within the fire line, letting the Armored Cavalry trapped in the fire climb the mountain and escape.

"My lord, let's go!"

"If we don't leave now, we won't be able to leave!"

The mountain fire spread, and the Beggar Army drew near.

The Xianbei had already gradually fallen into a Condition of collapse.

A decision had to be made: Total Annihilation of the entire army, or taking the living back.

"Liu Six~~~" Murong Ke, facing the valley obscured by flames and thick smoke, wailed shrilly, "Liu Six~~~"

The bodyguards swarmed forward, lifted him up, and ran.

Within the valley, it was like a hell on earth.

The wind blew the high temperature, carrying choking thick smoke as it swept across the valley.

The Environment was so bad that even Lin Dao inside the cockpit felt uncomfortable.

The Air Conditioner and air purifier were working frantically, the humming sound piercing to the ears.

He picked up a Sprite, opened it, and took a swig.

Lin Dao exhaled, "You covet my interest, I want your Leverage."

"Mutual consent, do not complain."

The Xianbei wanted to trap Lin Dao's hundred-ton king, Lin Dao wanted to take out the Xianbei's fully armored cavalry.

Everyone took what they needed.

It was just that Lin Dao was one step ahead in chess; he did not lose his own, but instead pushed the Xianbei into the pit.

He continued to operate various levers with his hands; the huge shovel dug up a large chunk of Tian Shi debris from one side of the ground, and as it turned, it came above the Moat that was about to be filled in.

The bucket tilted downward, and earth and rocks poured down like a waterfall.

Several Longcheng Armored Cavalry who were about to climb out of the Moat were struck by this falling earth and rock from the sky; they didn't even manage to cry out before being pressed down.

'Clang~ clang~'

The bucket tipped over, pressing down upon earth, rock, men, horses, and all manner of miscellaneous objects.

Constantly rising and falling, pressing flat, it filled and compacted this section of the Moat.

As for how many Armored Cavalry were buried below, only an archaeological dig would reveal.

"I can't take it anymore."

The environment outside was too scorching, and Lin Dao could no longer endure it.

He kept pushing and pulling various levers, rotating the vehicle body, as the huge bucket circled again and again, knocking the Longcheng Armored Cavalry who were wildly hacking and smashing around the Hook Machine flying.

Engaging reverse, the huge Hook Machine rumbled backward.

While retreating, the Hook Machine's Long Arm continued to sway left and right without cease, knocking the Armored Cavalry who were running after it flying.

Occasionally, it would also press down, flattening the unlucky ones onto the ground.

Murong Chui, protected layer upon layer, finally got his opportunity.

That steel giant beast finally gave up filling the Moat where who knew how many Xianbei Courageous Warriors had gone, and began to slowly retreat.

And his Murong Chui's chance at life finally appeared along with it.

Looking around, only a hundred or so Longcheng Armored Cavalry remained by his side.

The young Murong Chui did not say any grand words to encourage people.

He mounted his horse and shouted only one sentence.

"Those who want to survive, follow me!"

Under such a cruel environment, survival was the only pursuit.

Everyone endured the scorching temperature and the smoke that choked people to death.

Their expressions were resolute as they mounted their horses one after another, tightly surrounding Murong Chui, crossing the Moat that was almost filled in, and heading toward the retreating Hook Machine.

Murong Chui on horseback suddenly waved his hand.

"Scatter!"

The Armored Cavalry scattered in all directions, passing around the Hook Machine from both sides.

At this point, no one had the mind to deal with that colossal beast.

Dispersing and retreating, seeking a chance to survive was the most important thing.

The Hook Machine's Long Arm kept swaying left and right, overturning many Armored Cavalry.

But most of the Armored Cavalry still successfully escaped, bypassing the extremely slow Hook Machine, and charging desperately toward the Valley Exit.

Among them was the watchful Murong Chui.

He had been observing this steel giant beast all along, calculating the time for that giant arm to swing back and forth.

Taking advantage of the cover of smoke, when the Long Arm swung to the other side, Murong Chui ordered his guards not to follow, and alone charged desperately forward on horseback, single-handedly rushing through the Hook Machine's swinging range.

After charging a distance, he looked back at the slowly retreating colossal beast; the Murong Chui who had survived the calamity spat heavily.

"Burn you to death!"

Not far ahead was the Valley Exit; the reason the wind blew into the Valley was that this place had not yet been affected by the mountain fire.

Seeing that he was about to escape, Murong Chui, whose face was blackened by smoke, also rarely showed a smile.

Then

The bright lights in patches outside the Valley made him gradually slow his horse.

The closer he got to the exit, the more obvious and dazzling the bright lights became.

Finally, Murong Chui saw that the Gluttonous Army Soldiers outside the Valley had long since formed ranks and were waiting.

The armor on the Gluttonous Army Soldiers was bright, like an Iron Wall.

Murong Chui had been busy matching wits and courage with the Hook Machine, and for a moment actually forgot that there was a great battle outside the Valley!

Looking at the many Gluttonous Army Soldiers outside, Murong Chui's heart also sank along with them into the valley.

Without a doubt, Fourth Brother's side had lost the fight.

The Longcheng Armored Cavalry who broke through the Hook Machine blockade one after another gradually gathered around Murong Chui.

A simple count showed that the scattered few were less than a hundred riders.

Although there should still be more people inside the valley behind, still struggling to survive.

But they had already lost their warhorses and had no hope of survival.

Murong Chui turned his head to look not far away, at the Hook Machine slowly retreating: "Behind is an evil dragon."

Turning back, looking at the Gluttonous Army Soldiers blocking the Valley Exit ahead: "Ahead is a fierce tiger."

"Could it be that this place is where I, Murong Chui, will be buried?"

As for abandoning the horse to climb up the slopes on both sides.

Not to mention the fire blocking the way and the harsh environment.

Speaking only of so many Gluttonous Army Soldiers watching with wide eyes, did he really think the Gluttonous Army Soldiers were NPCs in fixed activity areas in a game?

Without horses, death would only come faster.

In dire straits, Murong Chui did not choose silence, but chose to erupt in silence.

He fastened his face armor, gripped the Horse Lance in his hand, and gradually increased his horse's speed forward.

Double stirrups on both sides allowed the rider to wield weapons with both hands, greatly increasing combat power.

The Armored Cavalry who were still alive also followed one after another and began to accelerate.

The Longcheng Armored Cavalry at the very front, hard-resisting the flying arrows, directly charged into the iron wire nets temporarily laid out.

They relied on tremendous momentum, using their flesh-and-blood bodies to forcibly crash open a path.

The following Armored Cavalry, facing a forest of long spears, felt no fear.

They blindfolded the horses' eyes, wildly accelerating to crash through.

It was entirely relying on the boost of speed, using the weight of man and horse combined to smash open and scatter the spear formation.

Ran Min, not far away, riding his precious steed, narrowed his eyes to observe the battle situation.

Seeing those Xianbei Armored Cavalry charging the formation with suicidal determination, a cold look appeared on his face: "An ant trying to shake a tree."

Though the Armored Cavalry were brave, they numbered less than a hundred riders.

Yet the Qihuo Army blocking the valley mouth numbered in the thousands.

Even more Qihuo Army were rushing over from all directions, laying down layer upon layer of blockade lines.

In short, these most elite troops of the Xianbei Murong Clan were doomed to die today.

Murong Chui, for the last time, turned his head and took a deep look at that super-gigantic steel behemoth behind him.

Today's defeat could be said to stem entirely from this monster.

If not for this monster

Forget it, things have come to this, more words are useless.

Turning his head and withdrawing his gaze, Murong Chui, under the protection of the last ten-odd riders at his side, charged headlong into the Qihuo Army.

Collision, desperate struggle.

Roars, miserable screams.

The clash on the battlefield was simple and direct; life and death lay only a thread apart.

When Murong Chui burst out of the Qihuo Army's army formation, there was no one left beside him.

He could not spare a thought for grief, desperately urging his horse toward the gap in the encirclement circle where the Qihuo Army had not yet formed.

As long as he broke out, relying on the horse's speed, he might just escape with his life.

Just as he was about to run out of the blockade circle, Ran Min, riding the thoroughly crimson precious steed Red Jade Dragon, holding a double-edged spear in his left hand and a hook-halberd in his right, charged straight at him.

The two riders crossed past each other.

A moment later, the figure on one of the mounts shook and fell from the horse.

(End of Chapter)