Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 12: Mountain Sword Skills

The Yan army stationed outside the city did not seem to expect that the Qin army would choose to break out at this time. They were unable to cope with it for a while. Apart from the scattered arrows, no one came to stop them.

Duan Hong was at the front, leading four shield-wielding soldiers, who raised their shields high to block the flying arrows.

On the city wall behind, civilians and wounded soldiers fell down along the hemp ropes.

When Master Tao was helped down by two soldiers, the gauze on his body was soaked with blood from the wound on his chest.

Hu Chunniu leaned against the city wall, checking on several wounded soldiers who had fallen and fainted, while picking up the scattered medicinal herbs and putting them back into his backpack.

In the distance, the Yan army's formation finally moved and moved towards the city wall.

"Bam—"

On top of the city wall, the Qin army's only remaining crossbows roared, and ten-foot-long crossbow arrows whizzed out, blocking the approaching Yan army.

"Charge." Duan Hong led the soldiers to form a battle formation, holding swords and shields to block the scattered arrows, and rushed to the bushes ahead.

Jump down from the two-meter-high city wall, cross the dry moat, and run through the forest of no more than two hundred meters, you will come to a short forest.

The low woods were connected to the distant mountains and fields. Even if the Yan army was forming an array around them, as long as these civilians and wounded soldiers entered the woods, their chances of escaping alive would be much greater.

Zhang Yuan held the hilt of the knife with his hand and ran behind Chen Wuxiong, slightly lowering his head.

The wounded soldiers and civilians followed with difficulty, running at full speed.

Everyone knew that if they wanted to survive, they had to rush into the bush before the Yan army arrived.

A group of Yan troops came running towards them, roaring and trying to stop the Qin army and civilians from charging forward.

"kill--"

Duan Hong roared wildly and swung out his spear, piercing the body of the Yan army soldier who was charging towards him.

Several soldiers from the rear rushed forward, knocked down the other Yan soldiers who were blocking the road, and opened a path.

Everyone followed closely, rushing forward with their heads down.

"Don't look back." Chen Wuxiong panted, dragging the long-handled battle axe in his hand, "I can't take care of everyone."

Can't control everyone.

Zhang Yuan glanced over and saw a group of Yan cavalrymen galloping towards them in an arc.

The scimitars in the hands of the cavalrymen emitted cold arcs of light, like sickles for harvesting crops.

The unarmed civilians and wounded soldiers had no power to resist these war cavalry.

Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of the knife with one hand, turned around and rushed back.

The Qin military guards defend their country and protect their comrades and the people.

He couldn't bear to see his comrades and the people being slaughtered.

Even if he could stop it for a step, he would feel at ease.

Chen Wuxiong reached out to grab, but failed to catch Zhang Yuan's arm.

"Zhang brat!" he shouted, and the soldier behind him who was holding a spear and supporting several wounded soldiers looked up.

An old soldier wearing half leather armor let go of the wounded soldier beside him and walked towards Zhang Yuan with a long spear.

On the other side, two soldiers looked back and stopped.

"Zhang Yuan, go forward." The old soldier holding a spear swung the spear to block Zhang Yuan's way.

Chen Youde was one of the eight guards who went to Toyota County with Zhang Yuan.

Before Zhang Yuan could respond, Chen Youde had already turned around with the two armed soldiers and rushed towards the Yan army's cavalry.

Three long spears formed a triangle formation, with the spear tips facing forward, charging towards the cavalry.

"Go, go -"

The people shouted, and someone reached out, grabbed Zhang Yuan's arm, and rushed towards the bushes.

When Zhang Yuan looked back, he could no longer see the triangular gun formation.

The leading soldier of the Yan army cavalry, which was galloping, held a bloody human head in his hand.

Zhang Yuan's steps felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

"Let's go, don't let Old Chen and the others die in vain." Chen Wuxiong pushed Zhang Yuan forward with one hand, lowered his head and gritted his teeth.

After three months, only these few comrades were left in their battalion.

In the rear, cavalrymen chased and hacked civilians and wounded soldiers, and miserable wails were heard.

"Behind that bush is a rocky cliff. To the right is a dead end, and to the left is the road leading to Chenjiazhuang." Chen Wuxiong looked up and said, "Zhang Yuan, go left."

Chen Wuxiong pushed Zhang Yuan hard, dragged his long axe, turned around and ran away.

Zhang Yuan stood there and watched Chen Wuxiong swinging his long axe, knocking a cavalryman who was wielding a sword off his horse, and then smashing the knee of a warhorse with another axe, causing the cavalryman on the warhorse to fall down with the horse.

"Go quickly, go quickly——"

Chen Wuxiong waved his arms and shouted, asking the wounded soldiers and civilians who were lagging behind to catch up.

A scimitar slashed across Chen Wuxiong's left side, carrying half of his arm and half of his head flying.

Two wounded soldiers who were supporting each other were knocked away by the warhorse. The moment one of them fell to the ground, the warhorse stepped on his chest and abdomen, splashing blood.

"kill--"

Zhang Yuan roared, drew his sword from its sheath, and ran back with it.

The Yan cavalry who had just turned his horse's head turned around, smiled softly, shouted softly, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan was one of the few soldiers and civilians around him who was wearing armor.

The warhorses gallop with a force of a thousand pounds. The cavalrymen holding swords can easily exert a force of more than five hundred pounds on the blades by borrowing the power of the horses.

Ordinary soldiers would be knocked back even if they tried to block with their weapons, let alone being struck in the body. Zhang Yuan dragged his sword in his right hand and ran towards the shouting cavalry.

Use infantry to defeat cavalry.

If he were the same as before, he wouldn't even have the courage to fight against the war cavalry.

"Chaos, assist in the battle."

In front of Zhang Yuan, grids appeared.

At this moment, he held a long sword in his hand and ran half a step forward. When the war horse was a few feet away, he suddenly squatted down, stretched half a step forward, turned the sword in his right hand forward, and used the strength of his arm to point it diagonally outward.

The blade is two feet off the ground.

Mountain swordsmanship, cliffs and clouds.

The running cavalry brushed past him, and the mounted cavalryman pressed down with his scimitar, but it failed to reach Zhang Yuan's head and passed by his hair.

Zhang Yuan paused the blade in his hand, and a trace of blood instantly spilled.

The warhorse's front legs dodged the blade, but its hind legs collided with the blade while it was galloping. With the help of the horse's horsepower, the blade cut the horse's hamstrings.

The warhorse that ran three meters away fell to the ground with a bang. The cavalryman on it rolled over when he fell to the ground, with the scimitar in his hand lying across his body.

As he turned around, a heavy long sword spun and slashed at his chest and abdomen, cutting off half of his body and breaking his spine.

Cloak sword technique, whirlwind slash.

It’s just that Zhang Yuan used this move as a slashing knife.

Zhang Yuan took two steps to catch up with the swung long knife, grabbed the handle and pulled it back, the blade rubbed against the spine, and a sharp "crunching" sound was heard.

The long sword turned over and stabbed into the neck of the warhorse that was foaming at the mouth and spewing blood. With a spun of his body, Zhang Yuan pulled out the sword in his hand with the blade raised.

"when--"

A falling scimitar was blocked by a long sword.

This sword, with the help of the warhorse's power, weighs over 500 kilograms!
Zhang Yuan's body was stabbed and dragged backwards, leaving a deep wound under his feet.

The cavalryman on horseback pressed down with his blade, trying to pierce Zhang Yuan's neck.

Zhang Yuan swung his long sword backwards, using the force of the opponent's blow to flip backwards, grab the running horse's hind legs, and was dragged backwards a few steps. Then he turned over and slashed with the sword from the back of the cavalryman on horseback, chopping his body off the horse.

Mountain sword technique, overturning mountains and seas.

After killing two people and a horse in a row, Zhang Yuan's blood surged and his eyes turned blood red.

In his mind, beads of qi and blood and beads of enlightenment rolled down on the chaotic light curtain.

Zhang Yuan held a long sword in his hand, and the remaining dozen or so cavalrymen slowly stopped.

There was no room for attack, and these cavalry warriors kicked and stampeded their legs, not daring to move forward.

Zhang Yuan defeated the cavalry with infantry, and the means and strength he displayed were definitely those of an elite soldier.

At least mid-stage acquired cultivation.

The wounded soldiers and civilians lagging behind the team took advantage of this opportunity to rush into the bush.

"Be careful." Mr. Tao, who was supported by two common people, passed by Zhang Yuan and reminded him in a low voice.

Zhang Yuan nodded, pointed his long sword diagonally, and slowly retreated.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang coming from the direction of the city gate.

The third rising innate energy rushed into the battle group.

Two powerful Xiantian realm warriors of the Yan army besieged Yu Lin, the commander of the Red Scale Army.

Even if Yu Lin is very powerful, it is hard to say whether he can fight two people alone.

What's more, there are more than two people in the Xiantian realm among the Yan army.

Zhang Yuan retreated with his sword, and a blood-colored bead shattered in his mind.

A thousand pounds of force!

The moment the barrier of a thousand pounds of strength was broken, Zhang Yuan felt his whole body lighten.

"Om-"

A bead of enlightenment shattered, and Zhang Yuan's eyes sparkled with brilliance.

Mountain Sword Technique, small success!

It turns out that actual combat is the fastest way to improve cultivation and martial arts.

"retreat."

Duan Hong's voice sounded, and four shield soldiers protected Zhang Yuan. Duan Hong, holding a spear, grabbed Zhang Yuan's armor with one hand, took a look, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not injured.

Several people retreated step by step into the bush, and the war riders hesitated in front of the bush and dared not go in.

The civilians and wounded soldiers had already walked deep into the undergrowth, and they were basically safe as long as they crossed the rocks.

Zhang Yuan looked up and looked forward, his expression changing instantly.

The Chaos Auxiliary War began, and the area of ​​the low forest, rocky cliffs ahead was bright red.

The Yan army is hiding there!

"There's an ambush!"

Zhang Yuan shouted and rushed forward.

(End of this chapter)