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Chapter 1498 The Horrific Mongol Cavalry

"General Yinglong, it seems we must deal with Ladong's forces first!"

"If we allow him to continue sabotaging the grain supply lines, Fengzhou City will be in grave danger, and our subsequent supplies will also be affected!"

Qin Qiong said in a deep voice.

"Indeed! Ladon's move is intended to cut off our retreat, and we must eliminate him as soon as possible! Moreover, Typhon will arrive in Fengzhou City in three days. If we can deal with Ladon first, we can also weaken the Mongols' fighting strength!"

Yinglong nodded, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"Pass down the order: the army will change course and rush towards the eastern front of Yuzhou. We must intercept him before Ladong causes further damage!"

Qin Qiong pondered for a moment and quickly made a decision.

Ladon's three thousand Mongol cavalry are highly mobile, and if the delay continues, they may lose track of him. We must act as soon as possible.

Moreover, resolving the issue of Ladong would not only safeguard Fengzhou City's grain supply route but also prevent it from being attacked from both sides, which is far better than directly confronting the Mongol cavalry on the front lines of Fengzhou City.

"it is good!"

Yinglong responded, and the Overturning Sea and Sky-Supporting Dragon Spear in his hand trembled slightly, a cold light flashing from the tip of the spear.

"I'd like to see what this Ladong is capable of, daring to run wild within my Great Qian territory!"

Qin Qiong immediately ordered 10,000 elite Imperial Guards to change direction and gallop towards the eastern front of Yuzhou.

Numerous Imperial Guard scouts were once again dispatched, following the lingering stench of burning and blood in the air. Three days later, at noon, they finally spotted the trail of La Dong's three thousand Mongol cavalry outside Qingxi Village on the eastern front of Yuzhou.

Looking from afar, Qingxi Village is no longer what it used to be. Most of the once neatly arranged adobe houses have collapsed, and the thatched roofs are burning with embers, with black smoke and sparks twisting and rising in the cold wind.

The old locust tree at the village entrance was cut in half, and several villagers' corpses were nailed to the trunk. There were white-haired old men, women holding babies, and children who were not yet adults. Their clothes were torn to shreds, and their bodies were covered with knife wounds and arrow holes. Blood flowed down the trunk and froze into dark red icicles on the ground.

The threshing ground east of the village was a living hell.

Dozens of Mongol cavalrymen were celebrating around a bonfire, their upper bodies bare, revealing their blood-stained chests. They brandished their still-dripping scimitars and sang crude grassland songs.

Several iron pots were placed on the fire, and what were being cooked inside were either the villagers' livestock or... The scout couldn't bear to look closely, but he saw several cavalrymen using spears to toss the corpses of children around like toys. The children's mother was tied to a wooden stake nearby, her throat had been cut, and her eyes were wide open, filled with despair.

La Dong, clad in silver-white scales, sat on a millstone at the village entrance, toying with a crude love lock he had stolen from a villager's home, the lock still stained with blood.

His warhorse was tethered to the side, its back laden with bulging bundles containing the valuable treasures he had plundered during this period.

Several Mongol soldiers were kneeling before him, fawningly offering him the stolen gold, silver, jewels, and a young woman. The woman was trembling with fear, tears mingling with the dust on her face as she cried her heart out, but the soldiers roughly held her shoulders down, rendering her unable to move.

"Hahaha! The women of the Central Plains are indeed delicate, quite a different kind of charm compared to the she-wolves of the grasslands!"

Ladon burst into loud laughter, his voice rough yet utterly cruel.

"Search all the valuables and women in this village! Kill every single man, leave no one alive! Anyone who dares to resist, skin them alive and hang them at the village entrance as targets!"

He grabbed the woman's hair, forcing her to look up, his eyes filled with nothing but pure brutality, devoid of any pity.

"Follow the order!"

The surrounding Mongol cavalry responded in unison and charged into the village again like hungry wolves. Soon, screams and cries of agony echoed through the village, mingling with the wild laughter of the Mongol cavalry and the pounding of their hooves, creating a chilling prelude.

"Quickly, go back and report to General Qin and General Yinglong! These Mongol barbarians are worse than pigs and dogs! The people of Qingxi Village... are all wiped out!"

A scout captain in the distance suppressed his grief and indignation and spoke in a low voice to his companion beside him.

Half an hour later, Qin Qiong and Ying Long, having received the news, led a thousand elite Imperial Guards cavalry like black lightning, swiftly cutting across the vast sky on the eastern front of Yuzhou.

When the tragic scene in Qingxi Village came into view, even the seasoned Imperial Guards knights, who were used to seeing death on the battlefield, couldn't help but gasp in shock, their anger instantly clouding their judgment.

"Beasts! These beasts!"

Qin Qiong's face was ashen, like the bottom of a pot, and the tiger-headed golden spear in his hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but from extreme anger.

He had witnessed the brutality of the nomadic tribes of the grasslands, but he had never seen such an inhumane massacre—mountains of corpses piled up at the village entrance, children's severed limbs were carelessly discarded, and faint groans could be heard from burning houses, indicating that there were still villagers struggling in the flames.

"General! Give the order! This humble general is willing to lead the brothers in and charge in, tearing these treacherous dogs to pieces!"

The cavalry captain beside him, his eyes red, clasped his hands in a gesture of request for battle.

Just then, Yinglong suddenly reined in the exotic dragon horse beneath him. His dark dragon scale armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight. His eyes were fixed on La Dong on the millstone at the village entrance, his deep eyes seeming to burn with raging fire, and the air around him seemed to distort slightly because of this extreme anger.

There's no need to rush.

Yinglong's voice was terrifyingly low, as if squeezed out from between his teeth. He gently shook the Overturning Sea and Sky-Supporting Dragon Spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear emitted a "hum" of a dragon's roar.

"These scum owe too much blood debt, and they have to pay it back slowly."

Before he finished speaking, Yinglong suddenly squeezed the horse's belly with both legs, and the exotic dragon horse neighed and its four hooves flew, rushing towards Qingxi Village like an arrow released from a bow.

"Brothers! Follow me and kill!"

Upon seeing this, a fierce glint flashed in Qin Qiong's eyes, and he shouted loudly.

A thousand elite Imperial Guards followed Yinglong and Qin Qiong like a flood bursting its banks. Their hooves thundered across the frozen ground, kicking up clouds of dust and snow.

Meanwhile, Ladon, who was enjoying the thrill of plundering in the village, suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats in the distance. He frowned and looked up.

When he saw that only a thousand cavalrymen were galloping towards him, a disdainful smile appeared on his face. He casually tossed the love lock in his hand to the personal guard beside him, stood up, and dusted himself off.

"A mere thousand cavalrymen dare to provoke me?"

Ladon scoffed.

"What cavalry does the Central Plains have? They're all worthless trash! How can they compare to our Mongol iron cavalry, the pride of the grasslands!"

His Mongol cavalry also noticed the approaching elite Imperial Guards, but instead of panicking, they were all eager to fight, their faces showing bloodthirsty smiles.

In their eyes, the Mongol cavalry was invincible. They could easily defeat not just a thousand Central Plains cavalry, but even ten thousand!

(End of this chapter)