I rode and slashed unparalleled in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1011 Take a Blow from Old Su!
Before the flames of the Yancheng Temple had died down, Su Yao's divine power had spread like wildfire throughout the entire Tokharistan Basin.

"Have you heard? The red-robed general from the East, who single-handedly breached the city, is impervious to swords and spears!"

"What red-robed general? He's a reincarnation of a god, an earthly incarnation of Indra, the God of Gods!"

"Indeed, I heard that the chief god of Zoroastrianism sent down holy fire in the temple to fight him, but not only did the flames not harm him in the slightest, his followers were also slaughtered and blood flowed like rivers!"

"A god! This must be a god descending to earth!"

Amidst the whispers and gossip in the streets and alleys, Tipo led his newly converted followers through the market, exaggerating and spreading the miraculous stories of Su Yao.

Those who had witnessed the battle at the altar became the most fervent preachers, vividly describing the figure that Su Yao emerged from the flames.

“My lord, these are the latest paintings of the gods.” Tibo respectfully presented a scroll of parchment.

In the painting, Su Yao stands amidst thunder, with Zoroastrians kneeling at his feet, and a burning temple in the background. The artist cleverly depicts the Mo Dao (陌刀) as a Vajra (金刚刉) – a ritual implement of Indra in Buddhism.

"Indeed, has there been any movement from the Governor-General of the North?"

“I was just about to report this,” Tibo paused and said, “Our messenger was just sent out last night, and today someone came to report that an army has kidnapped the messenger and is lingering several dozen miles to the southeast.”

"Kidnapping envoys? Are they all this reckless?"

"Oh no, oh no!"

In the Kushan army camp, the lieutenant hurriedly reported to his commander:

"General, what the messenger said doesn't seem false. Today we arrested several people who were spreading rumors about the changes in Yan City."

"They're all saying that Indra has descended, and the Han army has divine assistance!"

"absurd!"

Commander Sahir slammed his hand on the table, his eyes blazing with fury:

"The so-called Indra's descent is nothing but a trick by the Han people; they just want to undermine our morale!"

Despite this, Sahir was caught in a dilemma. He paced back and forth, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. As one of the generals under the governor of the north, he was ordered to lead troops north to provide reinforcements, to prevent the Han army from leaving the mountains, and to monitor the movements of Prince Bodiao.

But who could have known that the situation on the front lines would change so quickly? Prince Bodiao fled without a fight, leaving the northern gateway wide open. Now, the Han army has advanced rapidly and captured Yan City, the capital of the Zhuohan region, leaving him and his 5,000 troops in a dilemma.

"General, what should we do now? Should we continue our advance and besiege the city?" the lieutenant asked cautiously.

"Siege? Have we made any preparations for a siege?"

Sahir snorted coldly, but finally decided: "The entire army will retreat and return to Kapisa to garrison. Also, send a fast horse to Gaofu City to report the situation here to the governor."

Kapisa, located south of the Amu Darya River in present-day Afghanistan, was another major city in the Tokharistan Basin. It was much larger than the city of Yan at the foot of the Tian Shan Mountains and was the core city for the Kushan Empire's control of the Tokharistan Basin, even having a garrison of nearly 10,000 troops.

Seeing that his mission to provide reinforcements had failed, Sahir, though he did not believe in the nonsense of gods descending to earth, dared not be careless in the face of the overwhelming Han army. He immediately ordered a retreat to defend the area, intending to join forces and hold out for reinforcements.

However, not long after
"Not good!"

"The Han army is here! The Han army is attacking!"

"What?! So fast?!"

Just two hours later, the Han cavalry arrived at breakneck speed, and a series of urgent alarms sounded in the Kushan army.

"Form ranks! Form ranks now!"

Sahir hastily donned his armor, mounted his horse, and directed his soldiers to form a defensive formation. However, before he could complete the deployment, the figures of Han cavalry appeared on the horizon.

"How is this possible?!"

Sahir stared wide-eyed at the billowing dust in the distance, utterly incredulous. Normally, the Han army, having just captured Yan City, would need at least several days to rest and recuperate; how could they have pursued them so swiftly?

"General, look at that flag!" the lieutenant exclaimed in alarm, pointing into the distance.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a crimson banner fluttered in the wind, and beneath it, a red-robed general led the way—none other than the legendary "God" Su Yao!
"asshole!"

"Prepare for battle!" Since we've come, let's fight.

Soon, Sahir discovered that the attacking Han army did not seem to be many in number, with only about two thousand cavalry.

This gave them considerable confidence.

Although his 5,000 men were not all cavalry, they were still well-equipped and well-trained.

It was by no means easy for the Han army, consisting of only two thousand cavalry, mostly light cavalry, to break through his formation.

However, the next moment, his eyes widened in surprise.

"what?!"

"Alone? He dares to charge into battle all by himself?!"

Surrounded by thousands of soldiers, Su Yao stepped out of the formation alone, then slowly accelerated, rushing towards the Kushan army formation.

This scene left the Kushan soldiers dumbfounded.

"Is he crazy? Charging into battle all by himself?"

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow quickly!"

Sahir snapped out of his daze and gave the order in a stern voice. Instantly, hundreds of arrows rained down on Su Yao.

Sahir didn't know if the red-robed general wanted to negotiate or show off, but whatever it was, Sahir wouldn't give him a chance and would just shoot him to death with a hail of arrows.

However, he did not expect that as the arrows approached Su Yao, he would flick his hand, draw his weapon, and begin to wield it.

It was a thick, long, solid iron rod, several meters long, which Su Yao wielded like the wind.
Whoosh whoosh—whoosh whoosh—

The heavy iron rod transformed into a whirlwind in Su Yao's hands. If one were to look closely, one would find that the incoming arrows didn't even have a chance to touch the iron rod before being blown away by the strong wind, none of them able to get close to him.

"Is this...is this even human?!" Sahir's face turned deathly pale, and his hand holding the reins trembled slightly.

What terrified him even more was that Su Yao's charging speed did not decrease at all, and in the blink of an eye, he had closed to within a hundred paces of the army formation.

"Spearmen, step forward! Stop him!" Sahir roared furiously.

The Kushan soldiers in the front ranks hurriedly raised their spears, forming a dense spear formation. However, Su Yao merely sneered, and his iron club swept across the room—

"boom!"

With a loud bang, more than ten soldiers in the front row were swept away along with their spears, and a huge gap instantly appeared in the army formation.

"Kill him! Kill him now!" Sahir shouted hysterically.

The surrounding soldiers swarmed forward, brandishing their swords, spears, and halberds at Su Yao.

"Hahaha!"

"Come on, come on, take a hit from me, Old Su!"

DUANG——

puff-

boom--

Su Yao charged forward with a loud laugh, as if he were in an empty field. Wherever his iron rod passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and no one could withstand a single blow from him.

"what!"

"Help!"

Screams rose and fell as Su Yao, alone with his staff, easily carved a bloody path through the army, heading straight for Sahir.
(End of this chapter)