The Prodigal Son

Qin Yu made two plans.

Cavalry that can scare away the enemy is naturally even better.

If intimidation doesn't work, then try to defeat the enemy at the lowest possible cost!

In any case, they have absolutely no need to fight to the death with the enemy right now!

Meanwhile, Shen Tu Hong and Yin Ye led 12,000 elite cavalry to follow Qin Yu's troops.

Huang Dengxing knew that Shen Tu Hong had a violent temper and was prone to underestimating his opponent, so he specifically appointed Yin Ye as Shen Tu Hong's deputy general.

It was simply impossible for Qin Yu's 10,000 elite cavalry to conceal their march.

Following the trail, they easily discovered the movements of Qin Yu's troops.

Just as they were approaching Wanxiang Mountain, a scout ahead reported that a small enemy force had been spotted six or seven miles ahead of them.

Those people were still flying Qin Yu's general's flag.

"A general's flag?"

Shen Tu Hong frowned slightly. "How many troops does the enemy have?"

"Around a hundred people!"

The scout replied.

Is that all there are?

Something's definitely fishy here!

Shen Tu Hong frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Are there any ambushes nearby?"

"I don't know."

The scout looked troubled. "The men we sent to investigate were killed, and the enemy even stuck their heads on stakes."

"Useless..."

Shen Tu Hong instinctively wanted to burst into a tirade, but then suddenly stopped himself.

Ninghuang!

Huang Dengxing had told him that Ning Huang was under Qin Yu's command.

With Ning Huang, the number one expert in Da Ning, around, it's a miracle that their scouts weren't chopped into mincemeat.

Yin Ye turned to Shen Tu Hong and asked, "What do we do now?"

"Let's put it on and see!"

Shen Tu Hong made a quick decision: "The enemy has only sent such a small force to block us; there must be something fishy about it!"

Yin Ye nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Under Shen Tu Hong's leadership, the army quickly advanced.

Before long, Qin Yu saw the dark mass of cavalry.

Qin Yu stroked his chin, his face full of curiosity as he asked Ning Huang, "Senior Ning, if you rushed in alone, were you able to get out unscathed?"

Ning Huang, who was still half asleep, suddenly twitched his lips and replied irritably, "Go try it yourself!"

If Zhao Luan hadn't privately instructed him to ensure Qin Yu's safety and not to lay a hand on him, he would have loved to slap Qin Yu off his horse.

While a grandmaster can indeed use protective qi to temporarily become invulnerable to weapons, this consumes a great deal of qi.

Let alone him, even if Tuoba Liuyun were trapped in the midst of a massive army, he might not be able to hold out for even half a quarter of an hour.

Once the true energy is exhausted, even the strongest grandmaster will be lost in the crowd.

He is a master, not a god!

Having him hold back 10,000 cavalry on the perimeter shouldn't be a big problem.

But rushing in and fighting head-on is pure suicide!

Qin Yu grinned. "Didn't I hear that you once spent three days chasing and killing tens of thousands of enemy soldiers, wiping them out completely?"

"I've also heard that your grandfather once shot through a hundred men with a single arrow from two hundred feet away, and the arrow, still flying, still managed to blind Murong Teng," Ning Huang retorted irritably. "I've also heard that you once single-handedly killed fifty thousand enemy soldiers in Chenzhou. This small force isn't enough for you to kill alone. You'd better hurry up and fight your way out!"

How could he believe such rumors, especially since he's Qin Fumeng's grandson?

He did indeed hunt down and kill over 10,000 people back then.

But that was achieved by harassing, fighting at night, and assassinating the commander-in-chief, gradually breaking down the enemy's morale and causing them to collapse on their own.

It wasn't truly by one person and one sword that they slaughtered over ten thousand people.

Even if tens of thousands of pigs scattered and fled, he still couldn't kill them all!

"Oh, so it was just a rumor!"

Qin Yu chuckled, then asked like a curious child, "With your strength, how many enemy troops could you withstand head-on?"

Ning Huang did not answer, but simply looked up at the approaching enemy force.

He had not been in battle for nearly five years since the last major war.

He also wanted to know how much he had improved in the past five years and whether he could rival Tuoba Liuyun.

Several years ago, during the Battle of Wuguan, Tuoba Liuyun single-handedly tore through the defenses of 5,000 frontal defenders and blasted open the city gate of Wuguan with a single sword strike, allowing the Northern Qi army to storm into Wuguan.

Qin Yu, having been rebuffed, stopped pressing Ning Huang for answers and fixed his gaze firmly on the enemy army ahead.

When the two sides were about 300 zhang apart, Shentu Hong ordered his army to stop advancing and look at the hundred-man squad in front of them from a distance.

Even as their massive army pressed in, this hundred-man squad remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

It's more like watching a show?

Yin Ye frowned as well. After a moment's hesitation, he said in a deep voice, "Qin Yu has likely already sent his main force to attack our reinforcements. If we continue to stagnate, our reinforcements could be quickly wiped out! In my opinion, we should first send a thousand-man unit to probe their strength!"

They certainly can't just keep at it with the enemy like this.

Before they left, Huang Dengxing gave them a strict order.

Even if it results in mutual destruction, we must severely damage Qin Yu's forces.

We absolutely cannot allow Qin Yu to lead 10,000 elite cavalry to run rampant behind their lines!

"good!"

A cold glint flashed in Shen Tu Hong's eyes, and he immediately ordered a thousand-man squad to advance.

A thousand elite cavalrymen drew their swords in unison, the blades gleaming in the sunlight, their cold light chilling the air.

The roars of a thousand cavalrymen shook the heavens, and like a black torrent, they charged toward Qin Yu's hundred-man squad with immense force.

"kill!"

The earth shook violently, and shouts of battle rose to the heavens.

However, Qin Yu's hundred-man squad remained unmoved, while Ning Huang slowly rode forward.

"Watch closely!"

Ning Huang turned around, "This is the answer!"

As Ning Huang spoke, he raised his hand and drew the dark battle sword from his back.

Broken Mountain!

This knife hasn't tasted blood in five years!

As the battle sword was drawn, Ning Huang's aura changed drastically.

An invisible pressure spread silently from him.

Qin Yu and the others felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads, as if their blood was about to freeze.

The next moment, Ning Huang suddenly spurred his horse and rode forward alone.

Two hundred feet.

One hundred zhang.

Fifty feet.

Finally, the enemy cavalry drew their bows and nocked their arrows.

"Whoosh..."

A hail of arrows descended upon Ninghuang.

Ning Huang slashed down two arrows aimed at him with a "swish," and leaped away.

The distance between the two sides has narrowed again.

The next moment, Ning Huang suddenly swung his sword.

A cyan blade of energy, tens of feet long and solid, appeared out of thin air.

Like the sky splitting open, like a long river rolling back, like a mountain pushing horizontally, it fiercely slashed at the thousand cavalrymen charging towards it.

The cavalrymen in the front ranks had their pupils shrink, not even having time to utter a cry of alarm.

"laugh!"

As the blade flashed, all obstacles were smoothed over.

The cavalryman at the very front, horse and all, was cut in half at the waist with a single stroke.

Fresh blood shot into the sky like a fountain, scattering into a crimson rain of blood.

The middle row of men and horses was cleaved in two, armor and all.

Before the cavalrymen in the back could even react, they were swept away by the unparalleled blade energy, their bodies breaking apart, flying, and crushing like straw.

A knife.

Just one cut.

The first two ranks of cavalry, nearly two hundred men, who charged the fiercest, were annihilated by this blade of energy without even leaving a scream...