The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1778 Rising Dragon Blood Slaughter, One Battle of 100,000!
Under the sweltering sky, shirtless soldiers were chopping wood.
Wang Yin, a former stonemason, is now directing the group in making construction machinery.
It must be said that the Xiang Army is full of talented people. If you're looking for a serious military commander, you might not find one here, but if you're looking for carpenters, craftsmen, or even bandits, you can find a whole bunch of them.
Looking at the pontoon bridge gradually taking shape, Wang Yin looked at Zhang Cheng with concern and said, "General, can this thing really cross the river?"

"you guess?"

Looking at Wang Yin with a broad smile, Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows playfully.

After hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Wang Yin immediately stared at him and said, "If you speak in that tone again, I'll smash you into a rock!"

Looking at Wang Yin beside him, Zhang Cheng immediately smiled and said, "No way!"

"Then why are you fixing this thing? Are you just playing around?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Wang Yin felt like he was being completely worn down by him.
"If we don't fix this, how will the other side believe that I'm going to cross the river!"

Turning his head to look at the Joseon soldiers across the river, Zhang Cheng chuckled.
Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Wang Yin immediately asked, "Commander Wu?"

"He has already led five hundred Kriegs upstream. If all goes well, we can launch the final assault tonight!"

Patting Wang Yin on the shoulder, Zhang Cheng stared at him and said, "I don't need to know how long this pontoon bridge can hold out. Give me half an hour, and I'll have broken through to the other side."

With a domineering voice, Zhang Cheng turned to look at the Joseon soldiers across the river.

Staring at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Wang Yin was also terrified by his madness.
How many people are on the other side? A hundred thousand!

But what about the men Zhang Cheng sent? Five hundred, plus Wu Song, who had previously served as a constable!
Even if they are fierce, how could they possibly deter 100,000 Joseon soldiers from fighting?
Daishan: I had 30,000 Jurchen cavalry back then, and he almost wiped them all out with just 300 of them, you know that? He wiped them all out!

Mangultai: But at least you survived!
Chu Ying: We fought seven kings in one battle, and all my brothers are dead!

As night fell, a gentle breeze blew in, carrying with it the dampness of the earth.
Looking up at the dark sky, Zhang Cheng stretched out his hand and said, "It's going to rain!"

"Build a pontoon bridge!"

Zhang Cheng's eyes sharpened as he spoke to Wang Yin behind him.
Approaching Zhang Cheng, Jiao Ting raised the Six Harmonies Spear and offered it to him.

Taking the spear, Zhang Cheng immediately fastened his face shield.
"Brother, why don't I charge in for you? This is too dangerous!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Jiao Ting couldn't help but speak, his expression filled with worry.

"A mere 100,000? How can that stop me!"

Speaking to Jiao Ting, Zhang Cheng exhaled a breath of stale air and gazed at the pontoon bridge on the river.

But just as the pontoon bridges were being continuously pushed into the water and secured, the Joseon soldiers on the opposite side noticed the anomaly and immediately roared in anger.

As rockets rained down, they seemed to illuminate the entire night sky.
"Beep beep beep!"

A sharp whistle blew, and the Joseon camp behind them suddenly descended into chaos.

Seeing Wu Song begin his attack, Zhang Cheng spurred his horse forward and roared, "Forward!"

"Forward! Forward!" The drums sounded, and the soldiers roared with triumphant pride.

"Xilulu!"

As he charged forward on his horse, Zhang Cheng roared, "Kill!"

"Wow!"

The warhorses charged onto the pontoon bridge and immediately began to surge forward.

As he watched the rockets fall from the sky, Zhang Cheng twirled his Six Harmonies Spear with one hand, skillfully sending them all flying.
Seeing Zhang Cheng running wildly across the pontoon bridge, the Li Dynasty general immediately roared, "Fire arrows! We must stop this man!"

As soon as the Joseon general finished speaking, the soldiers rushed forward.
But just then, even more chaotic sounds came from behind.

In the Joseon Dynasty's camp, five hundred Kriegs, led by Wu Song, charged in from one side.
When Wu Song blew the whistle as Zhang Cheng instructed, the five hundred Kriegs instantly went berserk, wielding their sabers with reckless abandon, and slaughtered their way through the two thousand-plus Joseon soldiers who had surrounded them.

Staring at the Kriegs in disbelief, Wu Song momentarily forgot what he was doing.
Because of the ruthlessness of this group, they simply didn't value their own lives!
After all, who would believe that a group of Kriegs wielding sabers would charge straight into the most crowded area?

Krieg's Death Legion: We're here just to flip everyone over, or you can flip me over if you want!
With each swift strike, Krieg grew increasingly excited, for they had not felt the "Emperor's Call" for a long time, and tonight was the night for their return to glory!
Watching the crazed Krieg, the Joseon soldiers gradually filled about half of the camp.
As the hesitant soldiers watched Krieg grow increasingly frenzied in his killing spree, fear began to creep into their hearts.
This isn't a war; it's a suicide mission!
"Come!"

Making a waving gesture, Krieg watched the Joseon soldiers who dared not approach, his hand gripping his red-hot saber tightly.

However, seeing Krieg's actions, the Li Dynasty soldiers roared in anger and immediately rushed out.
However, before he could get close, Krieg severed his head with a single stroke.
Letting the blood splatter on his body, Krieg seemed to sense something, and immediately, in silence, drew his knife and stepped forward.

Seeing Krieg, who resembled a vengeful ghost, the Joseon soldiers gradually went berserk.

Because these guys are like "ghosts," they don't speak, they don't utter a word, and even when they're being slashed, they just calmly draw their swords, even ignoring their own injuries in order to kill them. How can you fight them?
Just as one Joseon soldier went berserk, the other Joseon soldiers roared in terror, "Evil spirit! Evil spirit!"

But as chaos erupted within the camp, the Joseon soldiers on the riverbank seemed to have seen a ghost.
Because Zhang Cheng, wielding the Six Harmonies Spear, charged over!

"Who dares to fight Zhang Xinzhi of Qinghe to the death!"

With a roar, Zhang Cheng brandished his Six Harmonies Spear, sending the surrounding Joseon soldiers flying.
Seeing Zhang Cheng's unparalleled prowess, the soldiers following closely behind gasped in astonishment.
Because their own commander is truly like a reincarnation of the Overlord!
"Crash!"

A torrential downpour, accompanied by thunder and lightning, illuminated Zhang Cheng's visor, making him appear like a demon.
Staring at Zhang Cheng in horror, the general in command was dumbfounded.
He had seen Song Dynasty generals before, but he had never seen anyone as fierce as Zhang Cheng before!
"Got you!"

Seeing the Joseon general in his armor, Zhang Cheng spurred his horse forward and hurled his Six Harmonies Spear.

"Oh!"

His body flew out like a cannonball, while the other person coughed up blood and crashed heavily to the ground some distance away.
Galloping back and forth on horseback, Zhang Cheng turned the once impenetrable riverbank position into a chaotic battlefield, with men and horses staggering about.

In a beach landing operation, the most important thing is landing!
On the other side of the river, even if Zhang Cheng was furious, he couldn't fly over to attack. But now, once he gets ashore, well, sorry, you'd better pray you can swim.
Looking at Zhang Cheng on the opposite bank, hacking his way from the east bank to the west bank, and then from the west bank back into the river, Wang Yin really wanted to ask, "General, are your eyes dry?"
"Kill! Brothers, today is the day to make our mark!"

Raising his knife, Jiao Ting watched as his elder brother expanded his position and immediately roared.

Following closely behind, the Song soldiers who stepped onto the swaying pontoon bridge felt as if this was a golden road to promotion, wealth, and a separate lineage in the family genealogy!
(End of this chapter)