Chapter 973: Final Chapter of the Iron Cavalry

A distance of over ten li was but a fleeting moment for the Zhao Guo iron cavalry. High-quality warhorses could pass at full speed while still maintaining considerable stamina for combat.

In the center of the cavalry formation, the Sixth Princess, dressed in military attire, stood in the air, gazing at the Qingming army formation, very puzzled as to what those many steel fortresses were for. But after Qingming discovered the Zhao Guo iron cavalry on the flank, they had already begun to adjust their formation, and the army was in chaos.

The woman in red said, "We cannot wait any longer! They have quite a few fortresses; once the main army turns around to face us, our casualties will increase greatly!"

The Sixth Princess gritted her teeth, suppressing the unease in her heart, and ordered the assault! She wanted to pierce through the Qingming formation before they finished setting up.

Watching the iron cavalry charging across the mountains and plains, feeling the vibration of the earth, Little Wei Yuan was also filled with hot-blooded excitement. In the past, he too had been at the forefront, leading a small number of cavalry to kill through the enemy formation and back again, as if entering an empty land!

It was a pity that time passed too quickly; such hot-blooded youth had gone and would never return.

Now, what Little Wei Yuan was busy with before the battle was whether there were enough vehicles, enough shells, and enough variety in military rations. Nothing else needed to be considered; many heavy-armored warriors' armor had not had a chance to be repaired for nearly a year. Now, infantry on the battlefield were increasingly like ornaments; once the battle was over, they just went over to occupy the place.

In the Qingming army, many young officers ran like flying, leading their units toward designated positions. They all carried rapid-fire machine cannons, followed by a dozen people carrying ammunition boxes.

The Zhao Guo iron cavalry charged very fast, but the speed at which Qingming redeployed the machine cannon positions was even faster. Some didn't even bother to dig positions, directly mounting the machine cannons onto combat vehicles. Others simply lay on the ground, using Dao power to blast a shallow pit and crawling into it.

Little Wei Yuan did not look at the rapidly approaching Zhao Guo iron cavalry but looked toward the sky, where there was another strange space; clearly, another Dharma Form had arrived.

On the battlefield below, the Zhao Guo iron cavalry came rolling in like a dark blue tide. When they charged to about five hundred zhang, the few young officers lying in the frontmost positions locked their triggers!

Tut-tut-tut-tut!

A dull sound rang out on the battlefield. Flying swords without hilts shot toward the incoming Zhao Guo iron cavalry, instantly blasting bloody holes in their bodies; even strong warhorses could not withstand a few swords.

More and more machine cannons began to roar, and in the blink of an eye, they converged into a storm. The combat vehicles in the rear also began to fire, and the battlefield was instantly filled with smoke and fire. From time to time, Zhao cavalry, along with their mounts, were lifted into the sky by heavy artillery!

Every five flying swords in the Qingming rapid-fire machine cannons had a Yang attribute. After being fired, they would drag a long, flashing tail, making it easy for the shooter to identify the landing point and guide it with spiritual sense.

But on the battlefield, because of the rate of fire, what was seen were fire whips sweeping back and forth. And on the wide front, there were hundreds of such fire whips!

A Zhao Guo iron cavalryman rushed out of the smoke and fire, extremely lucky to pass between the explosion points of two shells, suffering only minor injuries, and then continued to kill toward the Qingming position. But the Dao Foundation cultivators reacted extremely quickly; in an instant, six or seven rapid-fire machine cannons around him aimed at him!

In the blink of an eye, dozens of flying swords pierced the cavalryman's body. He suffered a heavy blow, flew directly from his horse, was carried backward by the flying swords, and then fell heavily into the dust and mud.

That pure white warhorse fell to the ground with a mournful cry. The huge inertia pushed it to continue forward, charging until it was a few zhang in front of the Qingming position before stopping. The stirred-up mud and sand poured all over the Qingming shooters.

The white horse was long motionless, its body riddled with dozens of holes. Only then did a large mass of fresh blood gush out, turning it into a blood-red horse in the blink of an eye.

This was the last cavalryman of the charging cavalry legion, and also the closest the Zhao Guo iron cavalry had ever been to the Qingming position in the entire battle.

With this, the fifty thousand iron cavalry of Zhao Guo's first wave of assault were completely wiped out.

The Zhao cavalry were also issued cavalry spears, but the range was insufficient. The vast majority had not yet charged into range before they fell.

The sound of guns and cannons gradually ceased, and the smoke on the battlefield dissipated, revealing a hellish scene.

The cavalrymen died in various ways, now lying on the ground in various twisted postures. Some fell with their mounts, the flesh and blood of man and horse blending together; some were cut in half by flying swords, their internal organs and intestines dragged out; some had their heads missing, their headless bodies still retaining a fighting posture... Broken long spears, rolled-edge war swords, and shattered shields were scattered everywhere, like a metal graveyard.

The entire battlefield had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, permeated with a nauseating, fishy-sweet smell mixed with rust.

Even many Qingming warriors were stunned, and then some began to vomit on the spot.

The Sixth Princess's face was pale. She still had fifty thousand cavalry on hand, but the situation was clear; sending this batch of cavalry up would just be sending them to their deaths. Before she could recover, the woman in red suddenly pulled her behind her and shouted to the left and right, "The Sixth Princess is unwell and cannot watch the battle anymore. You send the Princess back!"

"But..." The Princess still wanted to say something, but her mouth was directly covered by the red-clad female general!

The red-clad female general said decisively, "I commanded this battle; it has nothing to do with you! Don't say anything, go!"

Two Dharma Form cultivators immediately dragged the Sixth Princess away. The Sixth Princess was distraught, as if she had lost her soul, and was dragged away just like that.

Little Wei Yuan watched from afar, feeling regretful, and could only find another opportunity to get to know her later.

He withdrew his gaze, looked toward the void in front, and said, "Two seniors, are you going to enter the field and take action? If you do this, everyone will have torn their faces off!" ===== CHAPTER 974 =====