The Prodigal Son

The moment the command flag was waved, the Flying Fang Cavalry charged out in two separate groups.

boom!

Ten thousand horses galloped wildly, and the flying cavalry rushed towards Qin Yu's command flag like a silver torrent.

Another force rushed straight towards their left flank, clearly intending to outflank them from the left and launch a surprise attack on Xue Lie's infantry.

Meanwhile, the Yan infantry on the front also rushed towards Xue Lie's troops without hesitation.

The three armies were all in high spirits!

Qin Yu put away his clairvoyance and ordered in a deep voice, "Order Yuan Dingguo to immediately dispatch two thousand troops to support Pei Xiao's forces! Also, order Pei Xiao that even if their entire army is wiped out, he must hold the left flank for me!"

Qin Yu gave the order without any hesitation.

They didn't even have time to think about it.

All he knew was that the left wing could not be lost!

"Yes, sir!"

The messenger quickly obeyed and left.

Qin Yu drew his sword and quickly mounted his horse.

This battle is a battle for life and death!

If Yan Wujiu is fighting desperately, then he has to fight desperately too!

Yan Wujiu had come on a long march, and the Flying Fang Cavalry had not rotated their horses. Under the continuous attacks, their horses should soon be exhausted.

But they advanced normally, and even changed their horses!

This is their biggest advantage, and probably their only advantage.

As for morale, judging from the Yan army's momentum, their morale is certainly not much lower than theirs.

"All troops, attack!"

Qin Yu roared at the top of his lungs, his killing intent suddenly erupting: "Kill!"

"kill!"

As the battle cries rang out, the Wudang Flying Army swiftly charged towards the Flying Fang Cavalry that were attacking them.

The distance of two li is not far.

Once both sides were within each other's firing range, their cavalrymen immediately drew their bows and nocked arrows.

A dense rain of arrows shot towards each other.

Arrows rained down, obscuring the sky and the sun.

A dense barrage of arrows, whistling through the air, hurtled towards the enemy.

puff puff...

Countless arrows pierced shields, armor, and the bodies of warhorses.

The ear-piercing sounds of flesh being pierced and armor breaking rang out one after another.

Many soldiers on both sides were hit by arrows.

Some warhorses collapsed to the ground, dragging their soldiers down with them, only to be instantly overwhelmed by the iron cavalry behind them.

Some soldiers, despite being hit by several arrows, still gripped their weapons tightly and continued to charge forward, taking advantage of their horses' momentum, showing no fear of death.

Both sides have very clear goals.

Eliminate the enemy commander!

Once the enemy commander is eliminated, their morale will collapse, and then everything will be swept away!

But everyone knows that taking down the opposing team's commander is no easy feat!

The warhorses charged at great speed.

Before either side's cavalry could fire a second volley of arrows, they collided violently like two torrents of steel.

A fierce battle ensued.

Wei Zhui and Ning Huang made their moves almost simultaneously.

One of them held a knife, and the other held a sword.

With a wave of his hand, a burst of true energy slayed several enemy cavalrymen.

The next moment, the two of them stared at each other almost simultaneously.

"Wei Zhui! Your Grandpa Ning is here to take your dog's life!"

Ning Huang roared wildly, casually killing several Yan cavalrymen, and charged towards Wei Zhui on horseback.

Looking at Ning Huang who was charging towards him, Wei Zhui's heart skipped a beat.

Facing Ning Huang, the number one expert in Da Ning, Wei Zhui was still somewhat apprehensive.

Among all the masters in the world, the only one who is not afraid of Ning Huang is probably Tuoba Liuyun.

But being timid is not the same as being fearful!

"Ning the Madman! Let grandpa see if your title of the number one expert in Great Ning is just for show!"

Wei Zhui laughed loudly and quickly charged towards Ning Huang.

His goal was not to kill Ning Huang, but to hold Ning Huang back, preventing him from protecting Qin Yu and giving Yan Wujiu the opportunity to kill Qin Yu!

In the blink of an eye, the two masters were locked in fierce combat.

Although Wei Zhui's fame is not as great as Ning Huang's, he is still a master who has been famous for many years.

Ning Huang specializes in the way of killing, while he specializes in the way of the sword.

Ning Huang only wanted to kill Wei Zhui as soon as possible, so he immediately used a killing move.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Huang gathered his true energy.

The next moment, Ning Huang swung the Broken Mountain in his hand.

Blade light flashed everywhere, and sharp blade energy tore through the air, rushing straight towards Wei.

"Well done!"

Wei Zhui's fighting spirit surged, and his sword flashed across the sky.

"boom!"

The two people's true energy collided fiercely, producing a loud explosion.

The powerful energy spread and swept across the area, grinding all the surrounding vegetation into powder.

The cavalrymen who were closer to them were all injured by the dissipated true energy.

Wei Zhui took a step back and sneered, "The number one expert in Da Ning is nothing special!"

"Killing you is enough!"

Ning Huang's murderous aura, born from countless killings, suddenly erupted.

The terrifying killing intent seemed to materialize, forming a pale red light around him.

Under the cover of murderous aura, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

Feeling Ning Huang's terrifying killing intent, Wei Zhui couldn't help but swallow hard.

What a killer!

No one knows how many people he killed to have such a terrifying murderous aura.

Just as Wei Zhui was secretly shocked, Ning Huang attacked again.

This time, Ning Huang gathered all his true energy, gripped the sword with both hands, and fiercely slashed at Wei Zhui.

The violent true energy, carrying a terrifying killing intent, rushed towards Wei Zhui with destructive power.

Wei Zhui dared not be negligent and mustered all his inner energy to meet the attack.

With a swing of the sword, a massive sword beam of true energy slashed towards Ning Huang's Destruction.

"boom!"

Another loud explosion rang out.

The sword's edge shattered with a roar, but the blade's light remained dim yet undying.

Wei Zhui hastily channeled his inner energy to protect his body.

As the blade flashed down, Wei Zhui's true energy barely managed to block the fatal blow, but his body was blasted away by the immense force, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

So strong!

Wei Zhui was horrified.

After exchanging only two blows, he was already injured.

We can't fight this head-on!

The moment Wei Zhui made up his mind, Ning Huang attacked again.

Wei Zhui dared not fight any longer and immediately retreated while fighting, trying to pull Ning Huang further away from Qin Yu.

On the other side of the battlefield, Qin Yu led Gui Si and his personal guards, under the cover of one or two thousand men, to meet the oncoming Flying Fang cavalry and head straight for Yan Wujiu's command flag.

Qin Yu's black-armored personal guards stand in stark contrast to Yan Wujiu's silver-armored personal guards.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Qin Yu's eyes were bloodshot, whether from the splatter of enemy blood or from excessive excitement, it was unclear.

Gui Si has already abandoned his warhorse.

For him, warhorses were far less reliable than his own two legs.

He used his ghostly figure to constantly weave through the Yan army.

With every strike of his blade, a Yan cavalryman would perish.

Two experts at the ninth realm led a large number of elite troops and continued to charge forward.

"clang……"

In the midst of the fierce battle, a Yan soldier whose spear had been severed drew his waist knife and slashed fiercely at Qin Xiong's armor.

Sparks flew, and the Yan army's waist swords were chipped, but Qin Xiong was completely unharmed.

"court death!"

In the moment when the Yan army was distracted, Qin Xiong turned around and killed them with a single stroke.

"Pooh!"

Blood splattered into Qin Xiong's mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, mimicking Qin Yu's tone as he cursed, "Idiot!"

What he passed on was armor made from black scales that Qin Yu and his men had brought back from Min County, a place they had traveled thousands of miles to reach.

He thinks he can hurt himself with that piece of junk in his hand?

Let him train for another thirty to fifty years, and maybe he'll have a chance!

Qin Yu and his men continued to charge and fight, and Yan Wujiu also led his troops in continuous battles.

The two sides engaged in a fierce battle in the open field, and it was unclear who was attacking and who was defending.

The soldiers on both sides kept gathering around their respective commanders, waving their weapons.

If their weapons are knocked away, their arms and teeth become weapons as well.

A soldier, critically wounded and on the verge of death, mustered his last strength to lunge at his opponent, pulling him off his horse as well. The next moment, both were buried under the iron hooves of their warhorses.

Some soldiers' warhorses fell, but they still charged at the enemy fearlessly, only to be pierced by the enemy's weapons in the blink of an eye.

Some soldiers, even with one arm severed, seemed oblivious to the pain and continued their frenzied attack like wounded beasts.

Once the soldiers of both sides are locked in fierce combat, tactics and formations become meaningless; only the most primal battle of blood and courage remains...