Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 131 The Qin cavalry marches forward courageously!

When Zhang Yuan walked out of the gate of Xiaotianlong Temple, the Buddha of Xiaotianlong Temple, Wu Kuang, was standing beside him.

Zhang Yuan extended his hand to signal the Buddha Wu Kuang to go first.

The Buddha waved his hand with a smile, indicating that Zhang Yuan should step down the stone steps first.

So humble?

This scene made Peng Zheng and others in the square, as well as the people from the surrounding Xiaotianlong Temple, a little confused.

What on earth did Zhang Yuan pay to make the Buddha of Xiaotianlong Temple so close to him?

Zhang Yuan held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand and walked down the stone steps quickly. When he reached the edge of the square, Ding Yuan bowed and waited.

When Zhang Yuan walked to the center of the square, Ding Yuan put his hands together and followed closely behind him.

This scene made the monks of Xiaotianlong Temple even more confused.

"Move aside, let all the heroes of the Great Qin leave my Little Tianlong Temple."

"My little Tianlong Temple is ashamed of you all."

Behind him, the Buddha Wu Kuang, who was standing on the stone steps, let out a low cry, clasped his hands together, and pinched the corner of his robe with his palms to prevent others from seeing the tear caused by Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan walked out without even looking back.

Peng Zheng and others stepped forward quickly to protect him.

Although it was unknown what price Zhang Yuan paid to get the Buddha Wu Kuang to let them go, this was not the time to dwell on these things. Leaving the gate of Xiaotianlong Temple was the first priority.

The monks from the Xiaotianlong Temple who were blocking the square looked at each other and made way.

Seeing Zhang Yuan and the others leave, the corners of Buddha's mouth twitched and he whispered through gritted teeth.

"Master Zhang, have a safe journey."

Zhang Yuan and his companions had just walked a short distance out of the square when many figures appeared around them.

Many people had a fierce look in their eyes and slowly approached.

"drink--"

"drink--"

Ahead, a convoy was rushing towards us.

The Yongping Buddha of Bailin Temple, who was driving a large cart, and the great philanthropist Yao, who was riding a warhorse, came straight towards them.

"Get in the car—"

Mr. Yao's face twitched and he shouted loudly.

The Luyang Prefecture armed guards who had come with them earlier, as well as the caravan guards, quickly stepped forward and found their war horses.

Peng Zheng and others also quickly climbed onto the carts, threw away the cargo on the carts, and then turned the carts around.

Zhang Yuan took the reins handed over by Xu Changzhi, jumped on the horse, and led the cavalry to gallop.

Ding Yuan stepped onto the carriage driven by Master Yongping, smiling, "Senior Yongping, may I come with you?"

Master Yongping nodded, drove the carriage, and followed behind the warhorse.

As the convoy moved forward, the monks and warriors who had been watching from the surroundings quickly caught up.

However, the galloping horse was extremely fast, and the people around it could not catch up for a while, so they could only follow it from a distance.

"Let them run first." On a hill not far away, in front of the monks of Datianlong Temple, the master of ordination spoke loudly with a smile on his face.

The monks scattered around all chuckled.

This is Liangyuan territory, where are these Qin people running to?
……

The convoy ran for fifty miles, and there were still about a hundred monks and warriors left behind.

These people are at least in the acquired realm, otherwise they would not have been able to chase the galloping horse for so long.

Sitting astride the cart, Peng Zheng had a serious expression on his face.

The galloping horse's speed cannot be sustained for long.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

On the road hundreds of feet away, figures were swaying.

There were dozens of monks and warriors of various shapes and sizes, holding weapons in their hands, using trees and stones to block the road, trying to stop the convoy.

Once the convoy stopped, the monks and warriors behind would chase and tangle with it, making it difficult for the convoy to escape and eventually being torn apart and strangled.

As the eldest son of the Earl of Xiaoyuan, Peng Zheng had been familiar with military books since childhood and had experienced many battles, both large and small, in the Pingyun Army. At the current situation, he was already quickly calculating how to respond.

Someone is needed to cover the rear, and even more so, someone is needed to rush to the front and defeat the enemy.

The war horses and carriages in front are basically Luyang Prefecture’s armed guards and caravan guards.

The Wuwei were fine, riding their warhorses with some skill, but the caravan guards simply didn't have the ability to charge into battle and break the enemy's formation. Passing the carriages ahead, he saw the tall and straight Zhang Yuan, one hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, the other controlling his warhorse, and nodded.

This captain of the Wuwei Yamen must have come from a military background.

This posture alone cannot be achieved without training in cavalry combat.

Being able to be appointed as a captain in the Wuwei Yamen at such a young age, he must have some abilities.

At least from what we just saw, Zhang Yuan's calmness and decisiveness are worthy of recognition.

It's just a pity that he was born in the outer city and was just a member of the Wuwei Yamen, so his future was limited.

Thinking of the future, Peng Zheng's heart sank slightly.

It is thousands of miles from here to Qin territory, and there are countless such ambushes and pursuits along the way. The possibility of them leaving alive is very slim.

Only by surviving can there be a future.

Taking a deep breath, Peng Zheng stood up and shouted loudly: "Prepare to defend against the enemy——"

The Pingyun Army soldiers beside him gripped their swords and guns tightly, ready to get off the car to fight the enemy.

The Guo family masters on the carriages at the rear were all martial artists. They might be good at fighting in the martial arts world, but they didn't have the courage to cover their retreat and stop the enemy.

To be the last one to leave, one must not only have enough strength, but also the courage to die.

In Peng Zheng's opinion, at this time and place, the only ones who could break through the enemy's formation and block the enemy's rear were him and the Pingyun Army under his command.

"Charging into the formation——"

In front, Zhang Yuan, who was riding a galloping horse, shouted loudly.

All the guards put their hands on the hilts of the long swords at their waists and groaned.

This scene made Peng Zheng and the Pingyun Army soldiers behind him eyes light up.

Are they going to charge into battle on horseback?
This captain of the Wuwei Yamen has such ability?
There are countless generals in the army, but only one or two out of ten are capable of leading the troops into battle.

The vast majority of generals are not brave cavalry generals.

Beside Zhang Yuan, Mr. Yao, the kind-hearted man who was leading the team, was stunned. Before he knew what to do, he was overtaken by Xu Changzhi behind him.

Zhang Yuan rode his cavalry in front, with the guards following closely behind, forming a small cone-shaped cavalry formation and rushing towards the figure blocking the road ahead.

"A two-hundred-foot charge, a cavalry cone formation. Luyang Prefecture is located on the border, and even the black-robed guards are familiar with the military formations..."

Beside Peng Zheng, a soldier with his hand on the hilt of his sword spoke.

"Whether it can be successful or not depends on the result. Charging into battle is not something that can be achieved through practice. That instantaneous collision requires real bravery and willpower." On the other side, a soldier in his forties with two scars on his face said in a deep voice.

Peng Zheng didn't say anything, but just stared at the cavalry charging in front of him.

On the rear frame, Young Master Guo raised his head slightly and looked at Zhang Yuan who was leading the charge.

"This Captain Zhang is quite capable. Luyang Prefecture, Luyang Prefecture—"

He was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Manager Tong beside him.

"He's Zhang Yuan, the captain of the Luyang Prefecture's Wuwei Yamen, right?"

Shopkeeper Tong nodded.

"Does he have a nickname called—"

Before Young Master Guo could finish his words, an old man with gray hair and holding a heavy sword from the Xiantian realm beside him called out, "Zhang Erhe, the righteous man?"

Zhang Erhe, a man of great righteousness!
In the hundreds of miles of rivers and lakes surrounding Luyang Prefecture, who doesn’t know the name of Zhang Erhe?
"Is he Mr. Zhang?" Another Xiantian realm man with his fists clenched also exclaimed.

Suppressing the Jiulin Alliance and suppressing the Toyota heroes, Master Zhang became famous not only because of his loyalty, but also because of his ruthlessness.

The eyes of the martial artists around were bright.

"He, he's so famous that you all know about the young master..."

Shopkeeper Tong had a confused look on his face. He looked forward and watched Zhang Yuan unsheath the two swords in his hands.

"fire--"

Holding a knife in his hand, Zhang Yuan shouted like thunder.

"fire--"

The war cavalry followed, and the response was like a tide.

"fire--"

The blade is unsheathed, like a stream of light that pierces the cold!
In everyone's sight, a cone-shaped formation of war cavalry rushed past and knocked away the figures blocking the way.

Swift as the wind, aggressive as fire.

The Qin cavalry marches forward fearlessly!

(End of this chapter)