Conquering Myriad Worlds from the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Watching the white horse cavalry gallop away.

Tarimur felt a sense of powerless frustration; the opponent was too fast, and there was simply no way to deal with them.

They can come and go as they please.

If it weren't for the fact that the enemy couldn't possibly attack the city, he would have doubted whether such a fortified city could have been taken directly by the enemy.

Zhao Yun transmitted the data back to the rear.

Jiang Wei's expression was very solemn as he and Xu Shu analyzed the capabilities of the soldiers on the city wall.

"A long-range strike legion similar to the Peacock Legion, this power..."

Jiang Wei looked at the spear that had plunged directly into the ground, his face very grave.

Such a strike would be devastating to any legion.

Even without the suppression of his aura, Zhao Yun could block so many arrows all by himself.

But once war breaks out, these beyond-visual-range soldiers will become a nightmare for the army.

The most fatal thing is that the opponent seems to be simply relying on direct shooting, and even Zhao Yun did not notice the opponent's locking method.

This means that it will be very difficult for them to retaliate.

“Those falcons in the sky might be their eyes, but…” Xu Shu paused for a moment.

He always felt that the other party had other tricks up their sleeve, but it was hard to be sure until he saw them.

"Strategist, what are your chances of winning if we directly attack this city?" Jiang Wei pondered for a moment and asked Xu Shu for his opinion.

"The odds are against us. In the worst-case scenario, we'll have to brave a hail of arrows to attack the city!"

Xu Shu frowned; he had also considered the possibility of taking down these archers first.

Nobody wants to be attacked from beyond visual range by a legion; such a legion is the number one target on the battlefield.

Allowing such a legion to run rampant would be a terrifying blow to the morale of the army.

“The enemy has a large number of troops. If there is another elite force like this in the city, we will not only fail to take it, but we may even be wiped out!” Xu Shu said in a low voice.

If they had legions like the Flying Bears or the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, they could try attacking the city.

Unfortunately, most of their elite troops were cavalry, with only Xu Huang's main force being infantry.

Cavalry is utterly ineffective at siege warfare, and most of the time there's no point in having any expectations of using them.

"They're planning to encircle and annihilate us!" Jiang Wei looked at the map and suddenly understood their strategic intentions.

Xu Shu was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then quickly surveyed the entire situation and connected the cities and border passes according to Zhao Yun's diagnosis.

They discovered that they had indeed created a chain of iron chains, and were constantly shrinking the defensive range, advancing alternately without attracting any attention.

"Should we retreat? Retreat towards Jingzhou, where we can form a pincer movement with Chi You, and perhaps then we can break the blockade."

Just then, another message suddenly appeared on the map, and Fifth Lark quickly projected the message onto the map.

Xu Shu's face also darkened. The Mongol army in the Jingzhou direction had actually dispersed, seemingly forcing them to join forces with Chi You.

But this is the worst option for both sides.

Judging from the Mongol Yuan dynasty's approach, when they were narrowing the encirclement, their first target was not Chi You, but rather Jiang Wei and his forces.

"Perhaps finding a way to break through might be the solution?"

“This should be the weakest point…” Xu Shu’s spiritual talent allowed him to find the weak point in an instant.

As you can see, the direction Xu Shu is pointing is the pass where a large number of archers are stationed.

Although it is at the weakest point, it is by no means easy, and the probability of winning by brute force is very low.

This discovery caused both Jiang Wei and Xu Shu to frown deeply.

"Report! A Mongol army has been spotted rapidly approaching General Zhao's location; they appear to be a type of unit similar to the White Horse Cavalry!"

"Quickly switch the camera to warn General Zhao Yun to be careful of the enemy."

When the notification reached Zhao Yun, he had already sensed it.

He felt a soaring aura challenging him; his opponent was very strong, reminding him of Lü Bu.

At least in terms of style, they are equally domineering, an aura I had never felt before when dealing with the insect plague.

It's clear that neither the Ming Dynasty nor the Mongol Yuan Dynasty went all out; only the Xinghan Kingdom mobilized its entire force to nip the insect plague in the bud.

If Mu Yi hadn't managed to retrieve the will of the Insect Plague Hymn in the end, Xinghan would have suffered a huge loss overall.

Although it was a loss, it was at least meaningful.

"That's right, it seems the enemy is only about thirty miles ahead, and they're moving so fast..." Zhao Yun made the judgment instantly.

Thirty li is a very large area, actually quite large, but the white horse is moving so fast, exceeding 100 meters per second, that it seems very close.

However, for most legions, this distance really takes a while to cover.

Before Zhao Yun could respond to the opponent's aggressive aura, the opponent had already appeared on the horizon.

Some small dots had already appeared on the horizon, not many, only four or five thousand people, but their speed was so fast that even Zhao Yun was shocked.

A legion of warhorses of various colors charged swiftly and rapidly from the other horizon, growing from tiny dots to the size of a fingertip in just a few breaths, and then began to expand at a visible speed.

"The White Horse Cavalry?!"

Zhao Yun was extremely shocked at this moment. When the opponent turned into the size of a rabbit, he suddenly drew his bow and shot an arrow with a sharp whistling sound, which made Zhao Yun extremely horrified.

This is a mark etched deep in Zhao Yun's memory. This is the arrow that only the true White Horse Cavalry possesses—the Swift Arrow, an arrow that they can only master after reaching the third level.

Now they actually appeared right in front of them and brazenly launched an attack on them.

"Is it something like the Fourteenth Legion?" Zhao Yun didn't think the White Horse Cavalry was a properly trained legion.

It's highly likely that it's a legion capable of stealing or copying talents.

"Kill them!"

Zhao Yun's voice carried a rare hint of barely suppressed anger.

Both sides were moving at extremely high speeds, and they were traveling towards each other. The time from when they saw each other on the horizon to when they engaged in battle was unexpectedly short.

After a series of rapid arrows as a probe, Zhao Yun, leading his white horse, made a head-on charge, fearlessly charging towards the opposing army.

Although the distance between them is about the same when they are in a straight line.

However, the moment the two sides made contact, Zhao Yun and Bai Ma suppressed the enemy. In the instant the two sides clashed, many of the enemy soldiers suffered fatal attacks.

The two sides were on completely different levels in terms of speed control.

The White Horses have mastered the Divine Speed ​​for a long time. Although Zhao Yun's talent suppresses their Divine Speed ​​state, it is still a form of training in normal times.

It allows them to calmly control their speed and avoid the chaos caused by going too fast.

Through long battles, they have fully mastered the power of speed.

This explains why, in the process of charging into battle, the White Horse Cavalry was always one step ahead of the enemy.

The Mongol forces could only charge forward with their swords raised, but Zhao Yun's side could control the precise moment of each sword strike, turning speed into visible power. As the blade flashed, the number of White Horse Cavalry killed was negligible, while the opposing army suffered heavy losses, almost to the point of organizational collapse.

"A bunch of fakes!" Zhao Yun sneered. The other side could only steal their talents, but lacked the ability to develop their speed.

Counterfeits of this caliber are meaningless to them, no matter how many come in.

After defeating the first wave of opponents, Zhao Yun was in high spirits.

What he hates most is people imitating the white horse.

That is a desecration of the white horse of the past.

Now that I've encountered a thief with a talent for stealing, I'd like to take advantage of him.

But Zhao Yun's smile soon faded as he spotted another legion approaching on the horizon.

The speed of this legion was almost the same as before, or even better.

The powerful aura that Zhao Yun sensed was also present in this legion.

"A legion capable of stealing the legion's abilities?" Xu Shu pondered.

He understood the core structure of the Mongol army.

With the all-powerful Mongol cavalry at its core, the other legions were prepared to deal with special situations.

Especially at times like these, using the foundation of the Mongol cavalry to imitate the opponent's talent naturally produces an effect greater than the sum of its parts.

Their versatile foundation allows them to utilize any talent, which is also a tactic used by the Mongol Yuan dynasty to deal with enemies.

No matter how unique your legion is, the Mongol Yuan dynasty can easily wear you down with three similar legions.

I don't need to surpass you, just be nine-tenths similar, and then I can use sheer numbers to wipe out all my opponents.

The replica legion was a major component of the Mongol Yuan army system and a secret weapon for dealing with all sorts of strange legions.

Even if Xu Shu understood, he couldn't make the white horse avoid it.

With both sides working at high speed, the two legions had already crossed paths, and this time the number of White Horse Cavalry falling began to increase.

"It's strange. I've seen many special beings, but you are still a special one."

Wesleyan, the legion commander leading the replica legion, waved his hands repeatedly, indicating his intention to kill Zhao Yun and Bai Ma.

But when the two armies were about to determine a victor, Wesleyan vanished without a trace once again.

When the third legion appeared, Zhao Yun was taken aback. By the time the enemy appeared for the third time, everything had been painted white.

"Not good!" Zhao Yun didn't know how the enemy had done it, but he clearly understood that this was a targeted arrangement against Baima.

The first two legions risked their lives, and all the data they collected was used to arm the final legion.

Therefore, the "White Horse Cavalry" appeared on the battlefield.

"What a powerful legion, it's just about to collapse, it's truly a pity."

The mournful ode to the white horse, sung by Wesleyan like an aria, made Zhao Yun seem to foresee his own impending collapse.

But when Zhao Yun came to his senses, he realized that it was all an illusion, but the opponent's speed was not an illusion.

The opponent even began to surpass the white horse in straight-line distance, but the white horse was still superior in agility.

The speed on the opposite side in a straight line is not a myth, it's just simple speed, but the speed limit was suppressed by Zhao Yun's legion talent.

This was the first time the white horse had reached such a speed since it gained stable divine speed after entering the third stage of its cultivation.

The speed is even greater in a straight line, which is the true nature of divine speed. Zhao Yun's existence is to improve the agility of the white horse.

By constantly mastering speed, they have balanced speed and agility, which is the foundation of their strength.

After exchanging a few blows with Zhao Yun, Wesleyan felt a cold sweat break out all over his back.

Everyone says Zhao Yun is evenly matched, but he discovered that Zhao Yun's fighting power in battle was even more terrifying than described.

The opponent's rage, which seemed to materialize, sent chills down Wesley's spine.

The cloud-like pressure narrowed the gap between the two sides, but the gap was still enormous.

In less than fifty moves, Wesleyan was already covered in wounds.

I thought I could put up a fight, but I started getting injured by the tenth move.

Even after the two parted ways, Wesleyan was unable to encounter Zhao Yun again.

"What a damn monster!" Wesleyan stared in Zhao Yun's direction, his eyes filled with countless questions.

He could not explain the state of the White Horse Cavalry, nor could he explain Zhao Yun's formidable strength.

The existence of the replica legion is causing Xinghan a great deal of trouble.

The cloned legion, modeled after the White Horse Cavalry, used its superior mobility to create chaos and strangle the main force.

Instead of getting entangled with the White Horse Cavalry, they directly attacked the other soldiers.

The sense of powerlessness he felt when facing the "White Horse Cavalry" left Zhao Yun somewhat frustrated.

The other side achieved a victory in dealing with the White Horse Cavalry.

However, he failed to exercise effective self-control.

On the contrary, because of their own talent, they suppressed the upper limit of their speed, which made their opponents even faster than them.

This made Zhao Yun begin to doubt his life and start to think about whether he should hand over the position of legion commander and let someone else lead the army.

His existence seems to have no greater significance than limiting the white horse.

But after a moment, Zhao Yun banished these distracting thoughts from his mind. He carried the spirit of the White Horse Army on his shoulders and could never abandon the White Horse.

Zhao Yun mustered all his strength and began to fight against the counterfeit goods.

Both sides are legions that rely on speed as their weapon, making it very difficult for them to clash. After all, when their relative speeds are similar, both sides' attacks seem somewhat weak and ineffective.

But the difference between the real and fake soon became apparent.

The two incredibly fast legions raced non-stop, but eventually they had to face the problem of turning and turning around.

They had ample time to adjust against ordinary cavalry, but against another lightning-fast legion...

Time becomes the decisive factor.

With the support of Zhao Yun's Legion talent and more meticulous control, the White Horse successfully crushed the enemy on the curves.

The replica white horse was indeed faster, but the reason for this superior speed was that the replica army did not control the speed at all, allowing it to run rampant.

But when it needed to turn and turn back, the replica white horse was forced to slow down and was then shot down by a third of the real white horse's lightning-fast arrow.

After turning around and firing the arrow, Zhao Yun and his White Horse Cavalry quickly managed to slow down, nimbly turning around on the spot and coldly looking at the fake enemy opposite them.

"It seems you haven't mastered the Divine Speed," Zhao Yun said sarcastically.

No matter how well it's imitated, it's still a counterfeit. (End of Chapter)