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Chapter 212, if Bi Xuan is a god, then Lu Chen is the heaven!

Lu Chen was completely surrounded by the Turkic army.

From the sky, the Turkic encirclement looked like a huge black vortex, with Lu Chen at its center.

New teams of a thousand men kept entering the arena, throwing themselves into the "great vortex," either galloping around the vortex on horseback, constantly firing arrows, or brandishing scimitars and spears, engaging in close combat.

Occasionally, a thousand-man squad, unable to withstand the casualties, would break out and retreat, only to be guided by the supervisory team to the rear for rest and reorganization.

The retreating thousand-man unit is strictly forbidden from approaching the cavalry that have not yet engaged in battle.

Even the directions of advance and retreat are strictly limited.

Those entering the battlefield can only go to the left side, while those retreating can only go to the right. If someone loses their senses and retreats in the wrong direction, they will immediately be mercilessly shot by the supervisory team composed of the Golden Wolf Army's Khan's Guards, personally led by Bi Xuan's disciples Tuoba Yu and Chunyu Wei.

In addition, the battlefield was open enough that the cavalry that had not yet entered the field could not see the specific situation of the battlefield, nor could they see the details of the defeated soldiers who were deliberately isolated by the supervisory team and kept at least a mile away from the new cavalry. They could only see the Bi Xuan battle flag and the Khan's banner standing on the hillside, fluttering in the wind.

They had no idea what awaited them on the battlefield.

All they knew was that the Martial Venerable and the Great Khan were watching them. Under Bi Xuan's deliberate arrangement, the grassland cavalry marching past from below the hillside could even clearly feel Bi Xuan's aura, which was like the blazing sun, hot and vigorous.

So the steppe cavalrymen were all eager to fight, their fighting spirit soaring.

"The Great Khan is watching us! The Venerable One is watching us! Our ancestors protect us! The gods protect us! The Venerable One protects us!"

Amidst deafening shouts and thunderous hoofbeats, another thousand-man squad entered the battlefield.

Despite the fact that seven thousand-man units had already retreated, the morale of the Turkic army was not significantly affected.

Even before facing the terrifying, god-like ruler of the battlefield, every Turkic or other tribal cavalryman was still in high spirits.

Until they crashed into the land.

……

Lu Chen was already fighting shirtless.

He was hit by countless arrows; arrows from above and from all directions never stopped. It was as if he were fighting in a rainstorm and hail. His clothes were already torn to shreds from the arrows, so he simply ripped off the tattered strips and went shirtless.

He didn't know how many enemies he had killed, only that the Turkic cavalry were like endless waves, one wave not yet completely receding before another fiercely attacked.

From early morning to noon, and then from noon to afternoon.

He was tireless and never felt bored.

Like a hardworking farmer, filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest, diligently reaping the crops of flesh and blood.

His fighting style gradually became less fierce, no longer resorting to blasting out blood and flesh everywhere or sweeping swathes of enemies into the air.

He began to use the exquisite spear techniques he had learned from Li Yuanji, and even incorporated some sword techniques into his spear techniques.

The Xuan Tie Lie Ma Spear was as swift as a dragon and as venomous as a snake. Wherever its dull and lifeless shadow passed, enemy riders would bleed from the throat or have their chests pierced, falling silently from their horses.

He still has no equal among his men.

However, his momentum no longer seemed as fierce as before, giving the impression that he had begun to need to conserve his strength by using exquisite marksmanship.

……

"The twenty-eighth thousand-man team!"

Jieli's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his voice trembled slightly.

Up to this point in the war, the number of troops deployed by the Turkic main force, namely the Golden Wolf Army and the Black Wolf Army, has actually been relatively small.

Only six teams of Golden Wolf Army and three teams of Black Wolf Army were deployed in total.

The remaining nineteen thousand-man units were all soldiers from the Khitan, Shiwei and other tribal groups who had been conscripted. In this Turkic invasion of the south, in addition to the 40,000 Golden Wolf Army and the 20,000 Black Wolf Army, a total of 40,000 tribal cavalrymen were also conscripted.

No matter how many of those tribal cavalrymen died, Jieli would not feel sorry for them.

Nevertheless, Jieli still felt a chill in his heart.

How could someone possibly repel twenty-eight thousand-man squads in a row?
That young man named Lu Chen, he really...

Are they still human?

Little Khan Tuli's face was also ashen. Looking at Lu Chen in the distance, who was in the "Great Whirlpool" and relentlessly killing under wave after wave of cavalry attacks, he was filled with shock and even a faint sense of fear.

Tuli finally understood why Bi Xuan had repeatedly emphasized that "the survival of the Turks depends on this battle."

With such an inhuman being emerging in the Central Plains, where would the forces on the grasslands possibly survive?
Bi Xuan also kept a close eye on Lu Chen.

When Bi Xuan saw that Lu Chen gradually stopped using that fierce and violent fighting style and began to use exquisite spear techniques, his solemn expression finally relaxed a little.

"Indeed, if you were a god, you wouldn't still be on earth. Since you're still on earth, you can't be a true god!"

Bi Xuan muttered to himself softly, then said in a deep voice:

"Send someone to take stock of the thousand-man units that just withdrew. I need to know how many men each of the three thousand-man units that recently withdrew has lost!"

Soon, the inventory results were reported.

"Your Excellency, the 28th thousand-man squad that recently withdrew only lost 177 men! The two squads that withdrew earlier lost 192 and 212 men respectively! Each squad lost fewer men than the last!"

Jieli's tone was somewhat surprised, as if the dark clouds hanging over his head were about to dissipate.

Tuli, who was filled with fear, suddenly brightened up:
"Lu Chen killed so quickly before that even if each thousand-man team wanted to retreat, they would have to lose two or three hundred men to get back. But now, the number has dropped to below two hundred... Is Lu Chen about to run out of strength?"

Bi Xuan stared intently at the battlefield three miles away, watching Lu Chen, who was still charging left and right in the middle of the "great vortex," his spear flashing like a dragon, and slowly said:

"He may not be exhausted. He might be conserving his strength."

Both Jieli and Tuli are in doubt:
"Charging up?"

"Lu Chen is ultimately human, not a god. After defeating twenty-eight thousand-man squads in a row, he's probably reached his limit. Next, he might need to gather his strength for one last charge."

Bi Xuan stared at the battlefield:

"And his target for this final charge is most likely me."

Jieli was startled and tentatively said:

"If Lu Chen really charges this way, perhaps... we should temporarily avoid his advance?"

Although Wu Zun was a god in the hearts of the grassland people, and Jieli Khan also regarded Bi Xuan as a deity, after witnessing Lu Chen's demonic killings, Jieli's confidence in Bi Xuan began to waver.

Jieli knew very well that even a Martial Venerable could never fight as relentlessly as Lu Chen, who could continuously defeat twenty-eight thousand-man squads from dawn to afternoon under the siege of thousands of troops.

This is simply not something that humans can do!

In Jieli's mind, a thought even he himself found too incredible quietly arose:
If the Martial Venerable is a deity, then Lu Chen…

That is the supreme "Heaven" that governs all things, surpasses all gods!
Even gods, faced with the overwhelming power of "Heaven," can only yield! "Temporarily avoid its sharp edge?"

Bi Xuan shook his head:
“Ning Daoqi challenged me, and I retreated once. Although I have a clear conscience, it was still a retreat after all.”

"Today, Lu Chen stormed into my camp alone, challenging me by name. I first sent a large army to exhaust his strength and stamina, which is yet another retreat."

"The soldiers fought bravely, and even now, the fresh troops are still in high spirits, and the defeated can barely maintain order, not only because there are supervisory teams to isolate the defeated, but also because I am here, and the soldiers can see me as soon as they look up."

"Lu Chen has already been at our mercy for so long, and thousands of soldiers have already paid the price with their lives. If Lu Chen were to launch an attack against me, and I were to avoid battle... do you think the morale of the entire army would be completely extinguished? Would our army of 100,000 collapse?"

He looked at Jieli and Tuli, his deep and cold eyes seeming to see through their thoughts, which he considered utterly rebellious.

But he didn't seem to care, and simply said:

"If I retreat, the entire army will collapse like a mountain."

“From now on, even if I, Bi Xuan, am still alive, I will already be dead. Lu Chen will become an inescapable nightmare for the grassland people, a demon god who controls life and death in the hearts of every grassland person. Hearing his name will make them tremble in fear.”

"The rulers of the Central Plains will no longer fear the Turks. The people of the Central Plains will also have the confidence of the Han Dynasty, when one Han could fight against five barbarian tribes. Once the rulers and people of the Central Plains no longer fear me, the Turks, what do you think will happen, given the population, wealth, and skills of the Central Plains?"

His tone was indifferent:
"The fate of the Huns, the former overlords of the grasslands, serves as a cautionary tale for us Turks!"

At this point, he suddenly felt a pang of emotion and looked once more at Lu Chen, the center of the "great vortex" on the battlefield:

"Lu Chen is coming!"

……

They've been killing people for most of the day.

Judging from the efficiency with which the Turks were continuously deploying fresh troops to the battlefield, Lu Chen felt that the Turks' 100,000-strong army, which stretched for dozens of miles, had probably all been concentrated near the battlefield by now.

With such troop density, even with the Turks' horsemanship skills, once the entire army collapsed, their speed of escaping the battlefield would inevitably be greatly affected.

After all, this is the Jing River Valley.

Although the river valley plain in this section of the battlefield is three or four miles wide, enough for a large cavalry force to gallop freely, the long, narrow terrain with a river on one side and mountains on the other means that once the Turks are completely routed, they can only choose to flee in one direction and cannot scatter in all directions.

Thus, the prerequisite for annihilating a large number of enemy personnel has been met.

Next…

Lu Chen looked towards the hillside three miles away.

There, there was an aura as intense and scorching as the blazing sun high in the sky.

Even from three miles away, Lu Chen could clearly sense that intense aura.

He knew that was where Martial Venerable Bi Xuan was, and also the source of the morale of this army of 100,000.

Because the Martial Venerable's battle flag always flew over the hillside, and because the Martial Venerable himself always exuded a fiery aura that ordinary cavalry could feel, the grassland cavalry were able to advance wave after wave, and even those who were defeated could not disperse.

just now.

As long as Martial Venerable Bi Xuan is defeated, the backbone of this army of 100,000 will be removed!

boom!
The iron hooves pounded the ground, their sound like thunder.

Lu Chen's blood-soaked warhorse neighed and galloped off towards the hillside where the battle flag fluttered three miles away.

This warhorse, with its fiery red coat resembling a blazing inferno, even if it were a divine steed from Ferghana, would not have been able to survive until now on such an intense battlefield.

It was Lu Chen who gave it vitality, allowing it to accompany Lu Chen through this bloody battle until now—the Ferghana horse, also known as the Ferghana horse or the Heavenly Horse.

When Li Shimin last went to Luoyang, he obtained a batch of imperial horses.

The crimson Ferghana horse that Lu Chen rode was the best of them all.

From dawn till noon, Lu Chen did not use his true energy or force field to protect himself. He endured the rain of arrows, sword cuts, and spear thrusts until his upper garment was tattered and he could only fight shirtless, but he always protected his warhorse.

Although he had not learned the "Man and Horse as One" technique, with his cultivation level, he had long since figured out a way to connect the energy of man and horse into one. He also applied the principle of life and death cycle of turning death energy into life energy, which he had learned after fighting the Evil King, to his warhorse.

Thus, this warhorse, like Lu Chen, possessed an inexhaustible source of strength. Under the influence of Lu Chen's interconnected energy and vitality, it underwent a subtle transformation.

Bloody battles are the best way to temper a person.

It can also be used to hone warhorses.

The crimson warhorse, resembling the ancient Red Hare, neighed and roared, its iron hooves thundering and cracking the ground, like a streak of crimson lightning, carrying Lu Chen towards the hillside.

Lu Chen unleashed a barrage of spear shadows, this time holding nothing back, unleashing the same ferocious and savage power he had displayed at the start of the battle.

When the Xuan Tie Lie Ma Spear was unleashed, its force was like a giant wave driven by a storm. Wherever it passed, the grassland cavalry blocking its path, whether they were the powerful Golden Wolf Army, the Black Wolf Army, or ordinary Khitan, Shiwei, and other tribal cavalry, were all sent flying into the air in swathes, their bones cracking and popping, spraying blood in all directions.

One by one, the highly skilled tribal warriors, or the centurions or even chiliarchs of the Golden Wolf Army and Black Wolf Army, were no match for Lu Chen's spear; they were almost instantly killed upon contact.

The "whirlpool" that had been constantly revolving around Lu Chen, relentlessly showering him with arrows and launching attacks, gradually began to collapse after Lu Chen launched his charge.

Seeing Lu Chen cleave through a crimson wave of blood amidst a vast army, unleashing a deluge of severed limbs and arms, and charging unstoppably towards the hillside, both Jieli and Tuli paled.

Bi Xuan remained unfazed, staring directly at Lu Chen who was charging towards him. A fierce fighting spirit gradually emerged in his deep, cold eyes.

the other side.

Li Shimin, observing the battlefield from afar on the hillside, saw the great vortex surrounding Lu Chen gradually collapse, the Turkic formation begin to scatter, and a blood-red wave surged like a raging dragon towards a hillside where a large banner fluttered. He immediately raised his right hand high:

"Raise the flag!"

The decisive moment has arrived!
Yuchi Jingde raised a black flag high and signaled a specific flag signal.

Soon, the dull sound of hooves rang out.

Squads of knights, clad in black armor, carrying bows, swords, and spears, galloped up the gently sloping hillside.

"Array up!"

Li Shimin gave another low shout, and the generals and experts surrounding him spurred their horses to join the cavalry, each leading their troops into formation.

Li Xiuning also led Dugu Feng, Wanwan, Shi Feixuan, and Lian Rou into the formation, bringing with her a hundred-man cavalry unit.

Li Shimin rode his horse up a high slope, looking down solemnly at the three thousand armored soldiers, his deep and authoritative voice echoing throughout the cavalry formation:
"Today, an earth-shattering feat awaits us ahead!"

"One hundred thousand Turks are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs, easily defeated! But is defeating them enough? No! Today, we will pursue them to the very end, and take at least fifty thousand heads! We will make the Turks, and all the foreign tribes on the grasslands, remember this day forever!"

"Today will be the day the grasslands weep blood! The day the god of the grasslands falls! The day my Great Tang, the god of my Central Plains, rises!"
"Soldiers, follow me! Charge into battle, slay the enemy generals, and break through their defenses!"

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