Chapter 429

Tufa Yan himself took the lead, his face filled with bloodthirsty excitement and greed for wealth and women.

More importantly, he had been defeated once outside Chang'an City before, and this time he had to get his revenge no matter what.

"Fast! Faster! The fine wine and women of Chang'an are waiting for us!"

Tufa Yan waved his curved blade, shouting loudly, urging his subordinates to accelerate.

He had received Military Advisor Si's secret order that internal chaos in Chang'an was about to start, and there must be an inside contact at the West Gate!

If Luo Feng surrendered, that would be fine; after all, they would work together in the future!

But if Luo Feng was not sensible, then it would be a perfect opportunity to cut off his head and wash away the humiliation on himself.

However, when his vanguard rushed over a gentle slope, a sudden change occurred!

On the seemingly calm yellow earth slope in front, countless camouflages were suddenly lifted, as if the earth dragon had turned over!

Rows of anti-horse spears and horse-trapping pits appeared out of thin air!

The Western Liang cavalry charging in the front were caught off guard, falling in with their horses while screaming, and were instantly pierced by sharp wooden stakes!

"Ambush! Stop! Stop!" Seeing this, Tufa Yan immediately reined in his horse and roared wildly.

But could the cavalry charging at high speed be stopped just by saying so?

The rear team crashed into the front team, people and horses overturned, and it was instantly in chaos!

Taking advantage of the chaos of the Western Liang cavalry, the bugle for the Bright Army's attack sounded immediately.

"Woo—!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

As the shouts of killing rose, countless black figures emerged on the horizon!

"Archers! Three rounds of volley! Cover the middle and rear teams of the enemy!"

Bai Ting's stern voice sounded in the formation; he himself held a horse-chopping blade and stood in front of the formation.

The arrow rain that covered the sky and the sun rose into the air, accurately falling into the middle and rear teams of the Western Liang cavalry that were crowded together due to the chaos!

Tufa Yan wanted to reverse the situation, but this was simply not something that could be done in a short time, and Bai Ting would not give him any breathing room.

"Heavy infantry! Advance!" Bai Ting pointed his horse-chopping blade forward, even intending to charge personally.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The heavy infantry let out a war roar, lining up in a tight formation, spears held high, and stabbed fiercely into the chaotic Western Liang cavalry formation!

The massacre began!

The cavalry, having lost speed and space, were as fragile as lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of the heavy infantry in formation.

Sharp spears easily pierced the horse bellies and the chests of the Western Liang soldiers.

The horse archery that the Western Liang cavalry was proud of had no use in close-quarters combat.

Tufa Yan's eyes were blood-red, watching his elites being harvested like wheat, his heart bleeding.

He roared wildly, taking his personal guard team to try to charge at Bai Ting's central army, making a desperate struggle.

Seeing this, Bai Ting was overjoyed, lifted his horse-chopping blade, and went up to fight him.

The horse-chopping blade in his hand went accurately toward Tufa Yan's throat; this move was a killing blow!!

"Clang!"

Tufa Yan barely blocked it with his curved blade, and the web between his thumb and index finger instantly split!

He looked at Bai Ting's expressionless face in horror; this was not a battle, this was a one-sided crushing!

With just one move, he knew he was far from being Bai Ting's opponent.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Tufa Yan thought that as long as the green hills remained, he wouldn't have to worry about firewood, so he immediately turned his horse's head and fled west with his remnants.

They came like a flood, and went like a broken dam.

And the Shangluo area was the same; this place was close to the belly of the Qinling Mountains, with high mountains and dense forests, and rugged roads.

The Feiting division thought they had suppressed the Bright Army here and had not dared to show their heads in recent days, so they sent a unit to quickly intersperse along the secret mountain road, intending to bypass the Beijiang defense line, harass the side and rear of Chang'an, create chaos, and cooperate with the main force to attack the city.

The Feiting division received Military Advisor Si's order to focus on harassment, create panic, and contain the Beijiang military force.

"Fast! Climb over that mountain ridge in front, and you will be able to see Chang'an!"

The general kept urging his subordinates; he seemed to have already seen the scene of him leading troops to appear under the walls of Chang'an and causing panic in the Beijiang army.

However, when they climbed up that mountain ridge panting, what greeted them was not the outline of Chang'an, but a dead silence.

The mountain wind blew through the treetops, making a wailing sound.

In the valley under the ridge, there was no one, only dense bushes and jagged rocks.

"Something is wrong..."

Helian Bobo's alarm bells rang in his heart; it was too quiet! Terribly quiet!

"Shoot arrows! Cover the valley in front!" He made a decisive decision and ordered sternly.

The Western Liang soldiers drew their bows and arrows one after another, and the arrow rain shot into the valley.

The arrows sank into the grass, making a pfft sound, but there were no expected screams.

"Chieftain! Look over there!"

A sharp-eyed soldier pointed to the higher mountain ridges on both sides of the valley.

Helian Bobo looked up, and his pupils suddenly contracted!

I saw countless figures appearing on the mountain ridges on both sides at some unknown time!

They were not wearing armor, but wearing camouflage clothing similar in color to the mountain rocks and trees.

This was what Jiang Jinshi had ordered to be made in the rear and named it the Ghillie suit!

Zhang Honghong did not know what the meaning of this name was, just thinking it was meant to bring good luck.

And now was the time when this camouflage was of great use. Zhang Honghong stood up and sneered: "Feiting division! We have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Didn't Si Wushuang tell you that this Shangluo mountain road is my territory, Zhang Honghong's?"

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for the other side to respond, Zhang Honghong gave an order.

"Fire!"

There was no arrow rain, and no charge.

The Beijiang soldiers on the mountain ridge suddenly lit the grass balls and withered branches soaked in fire oil that they had prepared long ago, and then pushed them down the valley with all their might!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Thousands of burning fireballs rolled down the steep slope toward the Western Liang army!

The dry bushes and withered grass were instantly ignited!

The fire borrowed the wind and became more and more fierce! In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire lower mouth of the valley, turning into a sea of raging fire!

"Ah! Fire! Fire!"

The Western Liang soldiers instantly fell into panic!

They were on a narrow mountain ridge, with steep slopes in front and behind, and raging fire below!

Thick smoke rolled, making people unable to open their eyes and difficult to breathe!

"Charge over! Charge over quickly!"

Helian Bobo roared desperately, trying to organize the soldiers to brave the raging fire and charge down the valley.

But the fire was too fierce, and the soldiers in the front were instantly swallowed by the flames, letting out shrill screams and turning into rolling fire people!

"Retreat! Retreat back!"

Seeing that the road ahead was a dead end, Helian Bobo could only order a retreat.

However, on the secret mountain road they came from, sharp bamboo whistles and shouts of killing sounded at this moment!

Zhang Honghong had already sent troops to cut off their retreat!

The Beijiang soldiers hidden in the dense forest continuously used strong crossbows, short spears, and flying stones to ruthlessly harvest the Qiang soldiers who had fallen into chaos.

Feiting Abao watched in despair as his subordinates wailed and fell amidst the raging fire and ambush.

He himself was hit in the thigh by a cold arrow, stumbled and fell to the ground, and was dragged into a rock crevice by several personal guards, only then escaping a disaster for the time being, but thousands of Western Liang soldiers had already been routed, and countless had been buried in the sea of fire.