Chapter 341: Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 341: Failed Ambush

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

The other soldiers, seeing this, also dared not have the slightest delay, and one after another urged their horses forward, closely following Kashmir. For a moment, the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky, as if the earth itself were trembling for it.

As time passed, they drew ever closer to the garrison location described in the intelligence the scouts had sent back. Kashmir's mood grew increasingly excited, yet he was not blinded by joy; on the contrary, he became even more cautious and careful.

Just then, the road ahead suddenly narrowed, and the trees on both sides grew even denser. Kashmir realized there might be danger here, so he decisively slowed his speed and signaled the soldiers behind him to stay alert.

Right at this critical juncture, something unexpected happened!

From the jungle to the side, countless arrows suddenly shot out dense as raindrops; these arrows seemed like evil spirits surging from hell, carrying the breath of death, rushing toward the forty thousand-plus soldiers at astonishing speed.

Faced with this sudden attack, the soldiers had no time to react at all; in an instant, the battlefield rang with a chorus of miserable, hair-raising howls.

In just a moment, over forty thousand soldiers fell like harvested wheat — a full third of them went down instantly!

Only now did Kashmir snap out of it; he realized his plan had been seen through — he had wanted to ambush the enemy, but instead found himself calculated against by the enemy.

However, he was not frightened by this sudden turn of events; after all, he had brought a great number of soldiers, and he firmly believed his strength was sufficient to handle the crisis before him.

So Kashmir decided on the spot and shouted loudly: "Don't panic! Drag out the archers and chop them down!" His voice was like thunder, reverberating across the chaotic battlefield.

Hearing the order, the under-thirty-thousand soldiers immediately dismounted and charged into the grass on both sides like hungry tigers pouncing on prey; the blades and swords in their hands flashed with cold light, ready to tear to pieces those enemies hiding in the grass.

However, their speed was still a step too slow. Only a "whoosh" was heard — a strange object streaked across the sky like a meteor, rushing straight upward. Immediately after, a "bang" — the object exploded in midair, releasing blinding light and a deafening roar.

A trusted aide beside Kashmir cried out in terror: "General, it's bad! That's a signal flare!"

Hearing this, Kashmir stomped his foot in rage; he spat hard on the ground and cursed: "Damn it! These cunning bastards actually have a backup plan!"

But he did not let this change throw his formation into disorder; he knew time was urgent — he had to wipe out the enemy before him before enemy reinforcements arrived.

So, without the slightest hesitation, he vaulted off his horse, personally brandishing his big saber, like a fierce male lion charging straight into the grass, still shouting: "Before reinforcements arrive, slaughter them first!"

Right at this critical moment, the people originally lying in ambush in the grass on both sides suddenly stopped hiding; gripping long swords, they surged out like hungry tigers pouncing on prey.

Tang Qi, seeing this, also unhesitatingly brandished the long sword he excelled with; the blade traced dazzling sword-flowers in the air, then he charged straight at Kashmir.

Kashmir naturally would not show weakness; gripping a massive cleaver, he met the charge with overwhelming momentum. In a flash, blade-light and sword-shadow intertwined, sparks scattering, accompanied by a piercing, ear-splitting metallic grinding sound that made one instinctively cover their ears.

However, at this moment no one had the leisure to mind that grating sound; they were wholly focused on fighting the enemies beside them in a life-and-death struggle.

Although Tang Qi's martial skill was high, compared to Yan Wang he was still slightly inferior. Facing a powerful enemy like Kashmir, he gradually felt somewhat overwhelmed.

Despite Tang Qi's agile movements, each attack cleverly dodging Kashmir's cleaver, the prolonged fierce battle gradually exhausted his stamina. Finally, during one dodge, his movements noticeably slowed.

In the blink of an eye, Kashmir seized the opportunity; the big saber in his hand chopped toward Tang Qi like lightning. This strike carried immense force; Tang Qi seemed about to have no way to avoid it.

Right at this heart-stopping moment, a streak of cold light shot over like a meteor, flying straight at Kashmir's big saber. The cold light was extremely fast, its force astonishing; only a "clang" was heard — Kashmir's big saber was actually knocked off course by this flying dart, slashing to the side.

Tang Qi, seeing this, secretly cried "close call" in his heart; he seized the chance to flash aside, barely dodging that fatal blow.

Kashmir's big saber chopped down like lightning; only a "crack" was heard — the hard ground was actually split open by him into a deep fissure!

This astonishing scene made Tang Qi involuntarily suck in a cold breath; cold sweat poured down his forehead. He thought to himself: "If that had landed on me, I'd probably have been decapitated long ago!"

Tang Qi's gaze swiftly swept into the distance; he saw a fast horse charging like a whirlwind, on its back a man cold as frost.

The man's hand still held the posture of having just thrown the flying dart; clearly he was the one who had just attacked Tang Qi. Seeing this, Tang Qi immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "A Qiang, hurry over! Let's kill this guy together!"

Hearing Tang Qi's shout, A Qiang quickly withdrew his arm, then in a flash leapt down from the horse's back. Gripping a big saber flashing with cold light, he pounced straight at Kashmir like a hungry tiger.

Seeing A Qiang's fierce approach, Kashmir dared not be the slightest bit negligent; he hurriedly raised his own big saber horizontally above his head, trying to block A Qiang's thunderous strike.

Only a loud "clang" — the two big sabers collided violently in midair, scattering a shower of sparks.

Although Kashmir successfully blocked A Qiang's attack, he only felt his arm go numb and sore, almost unable to hold onto his big saber.

And right at this moment, Tang Qi seized the opportunity, slipping behind Kashmir like a ghost and silently attacking.

Kashmir's instincts warned him; he suddenly felt a sharp sword wind strike from behind. He had no time to think, hurriedly let go of his saber and dodged, his figure slipping aside like a loach.

Although Tang Qi's sword did not directly hit Kashmir, it left a shallow gash on his clothing, faintly revealing a trace of blood. Seeing this, A Qiang didn't say a word, immediately closed in, and unleashed a storm of fierce blows on Kashmir.

Under A Qiang's fierce onslaught, Kashmir could only parry, with no power to counterattack, and was beaten into continuous retreat.