Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 107 A Collision Spanning Three Hundred Years
Jinci battlefield.

"kill!"

Wang Haibin was the first to roar an attack.

In front of him was Shi Jiantang, who had turned around and was staring blankly at what was behind him.

At this moment, giant, earth-yellow dragons were ferociously smashing through Liang's army's formation.

Not only could the stream not contain the sudden flash flood, but even the gullies that split off from it could not contain it.

The Yellow River, carrying countless trees and rocks, surged forward like a delta, forming a fan-shaped impact surface on the banks of the Fen River. Towering flood peaks, like a stampede of horses, crashed and trampled the desperate fleeing Liang army, instantly submerging them in the floodwaters before rushing towards the Fen River ahead. The Liang army, arrayed with their backs to the river and stretching for miles, completely collapsed. Everyone fled, some even trampling and killing each other.

When faced with infantry blocking their path, cavalrymen will trample over them without hesitation.

Similarly, in the struggle for a fleeing warhorse, infantrymen would not hesitate to thrust their spears at cavalrymen.

In order to fight for a piece of high ground where they could take refuge, they could even form groups and kill each other, especially since they belonged to different military governors.

They had all fought each other to some extent in the past.

Although only a quarter of the population actually faces the flood peak due to the terrain, this quarter has absolutely no chance of escape.

The Fen River was in front of them.

Behind them was a flash flood.

To the left and right were allied soldiers also scrambling to escape.

The four pontoon bridges, built as a precaution, became the only hope. They truly proved the military command ability of the Liang army's commanders, but unfortunately, they were still of little use, with very few able to cross in a short period of time.

From the moment the flash flood bursts out of the mountain valley to the moment it sweeps them into the Fen River, it's only a short distance of six or seven miles, a few minutes. In that short time, not many people can even reach the bridgehead, let alone cross the pontoon bridge.

Moreover, there was no point in escaping. The flood that swept countless Liang soldiers into the Fen River also exceeded the river's capacity. The mountain torrent was so fierce that it directly crossed the Fen River, crashing against the east bank and creating turbid waves that surged out of the river channel. It then directly impacted the Liang army's original camp on the east bank before quickly flowing back into the Fen River. At the same time, it dragged everything in the Liang army's camp into the Fen River like a tide on the coast.

and……

At Wang Haibin's roar, Shi Jiantang mechanically turned his head to look at the Liang army to the south. Accompanied by the terrified and desperate screams from there, another earthen-yellow dragon rushed out of the mountain pass to the south and crashed directly into the Dingnan army formation lined up to the south.

The Tangut cavalrymen fled in terror.

Behind them, a clear flood peak emerged from the ground, collapsing into a fan-shaped torrent as it surged forward, like a charging cavalry force fiercely engulfing the Tangut cavalry.

The latter ran wildly, but could not escape its fate of being swallowed up.

Shi Jiantang turned his trembling gaze to Wang Haibin...

"I surrender! I surrender!"

He shouted without hesitation.

"I was ordered to kill the enemy, not to surrender!"

After Wang Haibin finished speaking, he shot an arrow.

Shi Jiantang reacted swiftly to dodge the arrow, and with the frenzy of a cornered beast, swung his iron mace straight at Wang Haibin.

But the latter had already quickly switched to a horse spear, using its length advantage to thrust it straight at his chest.

As Shi Jiantang dodged, the lance grazed his rib armor, sparking a string of sparks. The next moment, as the two horses passed each other, Shi Jiantang's iron mace swept across, passing over Wang Haibin's head as he ducked to avoid it.

But the latter spun around the moment it charged past.

Having missed his target, Shi Jiantang switched hands and swept his iron mace backwards.

Unfortunately, his iron collar was too short.

Wang Haibin, still in his backhand stance, quietly watched Shi Jiantang, whose neck had been pierced.

The latter looked bewildered as the iron mace he had been swinging backward fell to the ground.

Countless Tang cavalry charged past on both sides.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield not far from them, Wang Tan, the military governor of Zhaoyi Army, was fleeing in panic with a troop of guards.

Not far to his right, in the mud swept by the flood, were his elite troops. Because of the obstruction of a north-south waterway, they were not swept into the Fen River by the flood peak, but instead became countless corpses half-buried in the silt.

This confidant of Zhu Wen, who had just become the military governor of Zhaoyi Army, was on the verge of tears.

"Isn't it said that the Great Liang Dynasty is destined by Heaven and even the gods are helping it? How did this happen?"

He looked at his elite troops with grief and indignation.

The latter was still holding up its hands in the mud, like bamboo shoots growing from the soil.

Before this, they truly believed that the Great Liang was destined by Heaven. After all, as the new military governor of Zhaoyi, he had seen the breach, and it was truly a miracle. It is said that many people saw a huge black ball fall from the sky that night, smashing into the base of the city wall from the inside, breaking the wall into pieces that sprayed outwards, and even instantly filling the moat.

Moreover, that thing jumped outwards and then disappeared into the night sky; it truly appeared out of thin air and vanished just as suddenly.

There is no other explanation for this except that the Great Liang Dynasty was ordained by Heaven.

But now...

This is clearly a miracle!

How could a flash flood, especially such a powerful one, occur under a clear blue sky?

Even torrential rains don't produce this much; this flood is like the Yellow River itself, completely beyond his comprehension.

"enemy!"

The guard's shouts woke him up.

He looked at the cavalry charging straight ahead.

"go!"

he shouted.

He then turned and rushed up a nearby hill.

However, what appeared before him the next moment were rows of Mo Dao soldiers, the leader of whom was leaning on a giant Mo Dao ten feet long and was quietly watching him.

"Rush over!"

He roared without the slightest hesitation.

Having followed Zhu Wen from a junior officer to the position of military governor, he can be considered one of the top five generals in the Liang army. He is a veteran of countless battles, having crawled out of piles of corpses. As his warhorse galloped wildly, he held his lance level and led his personal guards to fiercely charge at these infantrymen.

The latter simply watched them calmly.

The distance between the two sides closed rapidly, but just as he rushed down the mound, Wang Tan suddenly discovered that in front of his opponent was a ditch filled with silt.

A very narrow canal.

This area was originally all farmland, with many irrigation facilities, but after the flood swept through, the canals were filled with silt. Moreover, the silt left by the flood was so thick that it was impossible to see it without careful observation, and by the time it was noticed, it was too late. It was a trap, and the opponent was cunning. However, relying on his superb horsemanship, he controlled his warhorse to leap over the narrow canal at the last moment before stepping into it. But at the same time, his personal guards behind him were caught off guard and stepped into the canal one after another.

The mud, knee-deep in the mud, instantly caused a chorus of mournful cries from the horses on either side of him. As their legs broke, the guards on their backs were thrown out. Without the slightest hesitation, he continued charging forward, spear in hand.

His guards, who reacted quickly, also jumped over the ditch and followed him forward with their spears.

The next moment, he was the first to collide with the general. His lance thrust straight at the latter, whose massive long-handled saber collided with it instantly. The saber, even heavier than the lance, knocked the lance aside. Wang Tan charged past the general, his spear turning and thrusting back. But the general's saber, in its turn, arced down through the air. In the clash, the lance, unable to withstand the force of the massive saber, was slammed to the ground.

Wang Tan slipped his lance from his hand.

At the same time, the falling Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) struck his warhorse.

The warhorse was instantly cut in half at the waist, falling backward with a mournful cry. As Wang Tan tumbled and fell, he swung his small hammer, which flew towards his opponent's head.

He ran wildly toward the nearest guard.

But the next moment, the sound of a long sword cutting through the air rang out behind him, and his gaze shifted to the sky as it flew towards him.

Beneath the walls of Jinyang.

"withstand!"

Kang Huaiying, one of the Liang army commanders in this battle, ran wildly toward the city gate.

To his left was a long wall of vehicles half-buried in the earth. The Liang army defending the wall was engaged in a fierce battle with the attacking Tang army across it. Arrows fired at close range crisscrossed the sky, and Tang soldiers were constantly charging up the wall to fight the Liang army. This was now the only way for the Liang army to retreat. Those Liang soldiers who had not been swept into the Fen River by the flood were rushing towards the gates of Jinyang, just like Kang Huaiying. After all, to cross the Fen River, they had to enter the city, and if this wall were breached, the Tang army would cut off their retreat.

Whether it was Kang Huaiying or the other commander Yang Shihou, they actually knew that this was definitely a trap.

After all, the other side had made too many concessions, even opening up Jinyang City, which clearly indicated that it was a trap.

But they never expected it to be such a trap!
They dared to come because they had absolute confidence.

A three-fold troop advantage.

Hundreds of thousands of elite troops.

Even if it's a trap, it depends on what kind of trap it is; a spider web can't catch an eagle.

however……

They were actually facing a flash flood?

If their opponents can summon flash floods, what can they possibly use to fight back?

"I'm so stupid, really!"

he muttered.

The next moment, a roar erupted from the long wall to his left.

He turned his head in astonishment, where a Tang general in full heavy armor was wielding a long sword and charging into the broken wall amidst fierce slashing.

This long wall was a rudimentary version. Since it couldn't be repaired in a few hours, they used city carts, even some grain sacks, timber, and salvaged door panels, half-burying them in the dirt to piece it together. Its initial design was simply to defend against Tang army raids and transport supplies from the city to the battlefield. They never intended it to protect the escape of 100,000 troops. It couldn't withstand a real attack. Seeing this, Kang Huaiying didn't even bother to flee; he led his personal guards and rushed to reinforce it.

The heavily armored general with the longsword also saw them and roared as he charged straight at them.

“Grandchildren, are there any Xue family members from Fenyin? Your grandfather is your ancestor.”

He shouted.

Kang Huaiying's personal guards swarmed forward.

Behind that man, the Tang soldiers, as tough as iron cans, swarmed in as well.

Kang Huaiying raised his bow and arrow on horseback, aimed at him from above, and then shot an arrow, but it bounced off his armor.

The latter completely ignored Kang Huaiying. In fact, with only his eyes showing, he probably didn't even see Kang Huaiying shoot him. The feeling of the arrow hitting his armor was drowned out by the various attacks of the Liang army around him. Relying on the protection of what could be said to be the best armor on his body, he ignored the Liang army's attacks, roared and slashed wildly, constantly cutting down the Liang soldiers around him.

The strongest armor, the finest weapons, training from various renowned masters since childhood, and countless battlefield experiences have transformed him into a killing machine.

This is actually Xue Wanjun.

The powerful Han Chinese strongholds of the Five Barbarian Tribes period, the aristocratic families of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, grandfathers who were dukes, fathers who were great generals, and themselves who had fought in countless battles—these were the elite of the Guanzhong aristocratic families at the pinnacle of martial prowess.

Of course, the Guanlong aristocratic families are now completely finished.

But having traversed nearly three hundred years of time, he still stands on the battlefield like a relic, showcasing their era to future generations.

Meanwhile, on the Qingyuan city wall downstream.

Countless men, women, and children watched in terror as the surging floodwaters rushed towards them.

Because the battlefield was to the north, and there was nowhere else to hide nearby, all the people living near the battlefield fled into this county town.

And now tragedy has struck.

The Qingyuan County of this era is roughly equivalent to modern-day Qingxu. This county is located on the banks of the Fen River. Although it often faces the test of floods, the flood that Yang Feng has created is far more severe than any floods they have experienced in the past. The mountain torrents that converged into the Fen River from upstream carried the swallowed Liang soldiers and pushed horizontally along the riverbed. Because the riverbed could not contain it, it continued to destroy the dikes on both banks and sweep away everything on both sides before crashing into Qingyuan.

There was no point in running away. The flood peak was bound to hit Qingyuan City, and the terrain here was too flat. It was also four or five miles away from the mountains. People would be swept away by the flood before they could get to higher ground.

The city walls could not withstand the impact of a flood of this magnitude.

Everyone should just wait to die.

On the city wall, people were weeping bitterly, all watching the floodwaters rapidly approach, waiting for the moment when the entire city would be swallowed by the flood.

however……

"That's a bit too much!"

A voice rang out above them.

They looked up at the sky, where a figure dressed in white, as ethereal as a fairy, hovered.

"God, save me!"

"May the gods have mercy!"

……

A wave of worship immediately swept across the city wall.

Unaware that he was actually the culprit, the people can only see him as their savior now.

"Gods, you know I am a god, so why did you surrender to the enemy?"

Yang Feng said.

After saying that, he flew straight towards the flood peak.

Amidst the worship of countless people in Qingyuan City, he hovered over the Fen River, watching the flood rushing towards him. Just as his figure was about to be swallowed up, he suddenly turned around, slashing downwards with his jade axe. The next moment, the flood crashed into the nine-section staff in his other hand, bypassing his body like hitting a reef, and then the miracle occurred.

The spatial rift, cleaved by the jade axe, expanded abruptly the moment the floodwaters surged in. The flood peak, already over six miles wide and sweeping across both banks of the Fen River, instantly contracted towards the rift, while the riverbed was revealed on the other side in the blink of an eye. The spatial rift was invisible from the other side, so to the people on the Qingyuan city walls, it appeared as if a deity stood before the flood, raising an arm to block it, one hand holding a nine-section staff forward, the other a jade axe backward. The floodwaters, ending with his jade axe, vanished neatly into the void as if severed…

(End of this chapter)