Chapter 1233: First Volume, Chapter 1233: Brotherhood on the Battlefield

First Volume, Chapter 1233: Brotherhood on the Battlefield

Just as Xu Mo was stunned, Qin Feng's voice rang out.

"Brother Xu, hold on!"

"Comrades, rescue General Xu—kill!"

At Qin Feng's command, his Black Cavalry charged straight into the dense enemy ranks.

These enemies had come specifically to ambush Xu Mo, sacrificing armor for speed, all wearing half-armor or light armor.

Added to their disordered formation, they could not form a tight defensive line against cavalry, so they could not withstand the frontal charge of the heavily armored Black Cavalry.

Instantly, deafening screams echoed across the battlefield.

Those enemies blocking the Black Cavalry's path—lucky ones were cut down on the spot by lance or saber; unlucky ones were trampled into meat paste by hooves.

Qin Feng himself donned armor, mounted a heavy warhorse, wielded a long saber, and charged alongside his troops.

Though the charge was carried by the front-line cavalry, Qin Feng's position in the third line was still extremely dangerous.

But he didn't care—he swung his long saber relentlessly, slashing at enemies on his right, and with every blow against their helmets, sparks flew.

When Qin Feng was less than twenty steps from Xu Mo, Xu Mo finally snapped out of his shock and cried out in disbelief.

"King Qin, you… you came here yourself?!"

"This is too dangerous—you must not risk your life for me!"

"Quick! Protect King Qin! If anything happens to him, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Hearing Xu Mo's cry, Qin Feng slashed through enemies blocking him and growled back: "Bullshit!"

"You're my brother—how could I stand by and watch you die trapped in enemy lines?"

"You're not allowed to die—not before me."

Xu Mo's eyes instantly filled with tears.

Since becoming County Commander of Beixi, he had rarely fought side by side with Qin Feng—both were too high-ranking, the pillars of the army; if either fell, the entire force might collapse and the war would be lost.

Thus, whether Qin Feng, Xu Mo, or even Ning Hu, the master of close combat, all mostly stayed in the rear, commanding troops rather than fighting.

As their status rose, their brotherhood remained, but the fiery passion had long cooled.

Yet now, Xu Mo realized: Qin Feng was still the same Qin Feng!

Upon learning Xu Mo was trapped, Qin Feng—the King of the Northern Border, second only to the Emperor—had personally led the Black Cavalry to rescue him.

What kind of unbreakable bond was this?

Xu Mo's blood surged again, as if he had returned to the days when he followed Qin Feng on a thousand-li raid to exterminate Di You Ji Cavalry.

Xu Mo wiped his tears with his sleeve, raised his spear, and roared: "Follow King Qin—charge!"

Though only eight guards remained beside Xu Mo.

Yet these eight, equally fired with hot blood, unleashed a momentum like ten thousand troops, raising shields and shouting.

"Come on!"

"You bastards—think you can kill our Main General? Dream on!"

"King Qin is here—you'll all be reduced to dust!"

"Kill!"

Qin Feng's five hundred Black Cavalry and Xu Mo's eight guards clashed through the enemy, soon merging together.

The five hundred Black Cavalry immediately surrounded Xu Mo in the center, formed a tight formation, and charged in the opposite direction.

Xu Mo rode behind Qin Feng's horse, breath ragged from exhaustion, yet his eyes blazed like roaring flame.

"King Qin, how did you know the enemy Dead Soldiers planned to ambush me?"

Qin Feng pulled his reins, observing thousands of surrounding enemies, and said grimly: "The Brocade Robe Guards rode hard and delivered the news at once."

"The Powerful Clans of Nan Jing had already amassed over ten thousand troops near the Eastern Front's county cities."

"But these forces had hidden within the cities—even the Brocade Robe Guards couldn't detect them."

"When the main battle began, these hidden troops surged out, aiming to smash the Eastern Front and tear open a massive breach."

"I figured you'd be caught off guard, so I came here."

Hearing this, Xu Mo, the iron-blooded Zhonglang Jiang, was moved to tears.

He knew well—if Qin Feng had any other troops available, he would never have brought the Black Cavalry to rescue him; their speed was too slow, and if surrounded, escape would be nearly impossible.

Clearly, these five hundred Black Cavalry were Qin Feng's personal guards!

To rescue Xu Mo, Qin Feng risked his own life—what brotherly bond could fail to move one?

"You shouldn't have come!"

"If you're trapped and can't break out, won't it be my fault that disaster strikes?"

"As long as we win this battle, even if I die here, what does it matter?"

Qin Feng's face darkened—he whipped out his reins and struck Xu Mo's shoulder hard, barking: "Shut the hell up!"

"You, Ning Hu, Zhao Yulong, Zhao Zhenhai, Liu Ming—all of you are my brothers!"

"If any one of you is trapped, I will never stand idle."

"In daily life, we each fulfill our roles, addressing each other by rank—but in life-or-death moments, there are only brothers, no superiors or subordinates."

"Whoever wants to kill you must first step over my corpse."

Though struck by the whip, Xu Mo burned with heat, trembling with excitement.

His eyes blazed with fierce devotion as he stared at Qin Feng.

To have Qin Feng as a brother—this life was worth it.

Even if Qin Feng one day became Emperor of Liang, he would still hold fast to this brotherhood.

Even Xu Mo's guards were deeply moved by Qin Feng's words.

Serving a lord like Qin Feng was a fortune earned in a past life; even if it meant spilling one's blood on the battlefield and laying down one's life for Qin Feng, there was no hesitation.

At that moment, Zhao Zhenhai's voice came through.

"Prince Qin, the Enemy Army has begun forming a Tactical Encirclement—we must break out quickly, or it will be too late."

Hearing this, Xu Mo's heart shot up to his throat, but when he turned to look at Qin Feng, he found that Qin Feng, aside from his hawk-like gaze sweeping the battlefield, showed no sign of emotion.

Since beginning the Cavalry Charge, Qin Feng had already anticipated this outcome.

The Black Cavalry, as heavy cavalry, though fierce and valiant, was too cumbersome and required protection and coordinated action from other troop types to unleash its true Combat Effectiveness.

Facing irregular forces, a single troop type could crush them easily—but when confronted with a Regular Army, especially Elite Dead Soldiers, it risked Total Annihilation and would struggle to break out.