A family of loyal martyrs, starting with nine wives to continue the family line.

Chapter 81 The White-Clad God of Death Descends on Jiangnan

Wei Zhao pressed the white wax spear forward.

"Rush."

As soon as the word was uttered, the 100,000 cavalrymen behind the low slope moved.

It's not just random splashing.

Ten thousand rattan-armored cavalrymen marched out first, their dark green armor plates clinging to their bodies, and their horse manes wrapped with rattan plates soaked in medicine.

From a distance, they didn't look like the cavalry of the Great Wei, but rather like a group of monsters that had crawled out of the mountains and forests.

Wei Zhao did not change his armor.

He was still wearing that white robe.

It was blindingly white.

Wei Zhao glanced at the main force of the Southern Barbarians pressing forward outside Jiangnan City and twitched the corner of his mouth.

He wasn't trying to be a hero.

We only have 50,000 sets of rattan armor. Give them to the vanguard first; every extra cavalryman we can save is a bonus.

As for himself, wearing white was his greatest armor.

The white-clad assassin's speed boost is more valuable than a piece of rattan armor.

Moreover, he wanted the southern barbarians to see him at first glance.

I saw the man who had unhorsed the Northern Rong king, crushed the Western Qiang, and driven Tuoba Ye into a homeless dog.

We need to instill fear in them first.

"Put the ballistae along, but don't fire them yet."

Shang Wanqing said in a cold voice:

"The poison soldiers are behind the elephant formation; don't expose them yet."

Wei Zhao nodded.

When the woman was talking about weapons, he didn't interrupt. He believed in leaving professional matters to professionals and that giving orders haphazardly was suicidal.

He raised his hand.

"Frontline, rattan-armored cavalry, follow me and cut through the Southern Barbarian rear!"

The cavalry lowered their stance, their hooves pounding the mud, and swept towards the flank and rear of the southern barbarian army.

……

When Tuwuhu heard the sound of hooves behind him, the animal bone in his hand fell onto the chariot.

He turned around abruptly.

Dust billowed in the distance as a cavalry force charged out from the rear.

They weren't the garrison troops from Jiangnan City. They were cavalry from outside.

The flag with the character "卫" (Wei).

And there's that person in white at the very front.

Suddenly, the tiger's eyelid twitched.

"Wei Zhao?"

The barbarian general beside him changed his expression.

"Your Majesty, the rear guard has been attacked!"

Tuwuhu raised his hand and slapped the barbarian general, causing blood to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

"I saw it!"

He gritted his teeth, his mind racing.

Tuoba Ye had already entered the city, and the city of Jiangnan was in chaos with shouts of battle. They couldn't retreat. The central army was positioned near the breach outside the city, while the rear army was shifting its formation.

At this moment, Wei Zhao attacked from behind, striking right where he was most vulnerable.

Don't panic.

If they panic, their 400,000-strong army will trample themselves.

The tiger suddenly grabbed the beast horn.

"Order Tuoba Ye to hold the city and not retreat!"

"Keep pushing it in!"

"Poison Soldier Battalion, stop Wei Zhao!"

"The elephants turn around to protect the rear!"

Several messengers immediately rushed out.

Tuwuhu stared at the approaching Wei flag, his teeth grinding together.

……

The earthenware jar was brought out.

Rows of Southern Barbarian poison soldiers stood shirtless, their faces painted with black and green patterns, leather pouches hanging from their waists, and short bows and pottery jars in their hands.

They were not ordinary soldiers.

They walk differently from others, with light steps, sinister eyes, snakeskin wrapped around their bodies, poisonous insects crawling on their shoulders, and some even have bamboo whistles in their mouths.

Wei Zhao saw this scene from afar and raised an eyebrow.

These are the disgusting bastards.

In the battle of Mojiabao, seven thousand southern barbarian soldiers could exchange for more than a thousand casualties on his side, and the poison soldiers accounted for at least half of the credit.

The horses were poisoned and went berserk; the cavalrymen were trampled on when they landed, and the formation broke apart on its own.

This thing isn't hard, but it's disgusting.

As long as it gets close to ordinary cavalry, the casualties will be unstoppable.

Therefore, these 10,000 rattan armor cavalry must be the first to take the lead.

"Raise your shields!"

The front-row rattan armor cavalrymen pressed their arm shields against their horses' necks.

The short bows of the Southern Barbarian soldiers fired first.

Poisoned arrows with black arrowheads shot in, embedding themselves densely in the rattan armor with a series of muffled thuds.

An arrow was stuck in the seam of the armor plate.

She wasn't wearing anything.

An arrow struck the rattan on the horse's body, but the arrowhead slid off and grazed the horse's belly before falling to the ground.

The poisoned arrows failed to penetrate the armor in one volley, and the Nanman poison soldiers were clearly thrown into disarray.

They had never seen anything like this before.

Normally, when a poisoned arrow is shot, regardless of whether it penetrates armor or not, as long as the arrowhead cuts through the flesh, the enemy will fall.

But now the arrow is stuck in the rattan armor, and there's not even any blood.

One of the poison soldiers got impatient and grabbed a clay pot, smashing it forward.

"Release the insects!"

Dozens of pottery jars smashed on the ground, shards flying everywhere.

A swarm of venomous insects poured out of the jar, centipedes, scorpions, and venomous spiders all mixed together, crawling toward the horse's legs and the man's feet.

Wei Zhao felt a chill run down his spine.

It's not fear, it's disgust.

Damn it, if you're going to fight a war, then fight a war. What kind of skill is it to release insects?

The cavalry in the front ranks also saw it; some of them turned pale, and their warhorses began to stir.

Just then, the white ash sprinkled on the surface of the rattan armor was shaken off by the horse's hooves and fell to the ground.

As soon as the poisonous insects crawled to the feet of the rattan-armored cavalrymen, they touched the white ash and the medicinal juice on the rattan armor, and immediately curled up into a ball. Some turned around and scurried away, while others simply rolled over belly up.

The warhorse had strips of medicated cloth stuffed in its nostrils and didn't go berserk like last time.

"Don't stop!"

Wei Zhao roared.

"Run them over!"

Ten thousand rattan-armored cavalrymen pressed down on the swarm of insects and charged forward.

The horse's hooves slammed down, crushing the poisonous insects into a pulpy mess, splattering blackish-green sap everywhere.

Before the poison soldiers could even throw out their second round of earthenware pots, the rattan-armored cavalry had already crashed into their ranks.

The spear pierced his chest, and the saber cleaved his shoulder and neck.

Those Southern Barbarian poison soldiers who relied on poisonous insects and arrows to rampage were not much stronger than ordinary infantrymen once they got close.

They died even faster because they weren't wearing heavy armor.

One of the poison soldiers put a bamboo whistle in his mouth and had barely blew out half a sound when Wei Zhao's white wax spear arrived.

The gun tip pierced his throat, and the sound ceased.

Wei Zhao drew his spear and swept it backhand, sending two Southern Barbarian soldiers carrying pottery jars flying along with their jars.

The earthenware jar shattered in mid-air, spraying poison powder all over their faces.

The two men screamed in agony, covering their faces. They had barely rolled twice when a horse's hoof trampled their chests from behind.

Click.

There was no sound.

Wei Zhao didn't even look at it.

His eyes were fixed on the central banner of the Tuwu Tiger army.

The poison soldiers couldn't stop them.

Then, it's time for the barbarian king to panic.

……

The tiger was truly panicked.

It wasn't that he was flustered on the face, but rather that his fingers were gripping the edge of the chariot so tightly that his nails dug into the wood.

"What happened?"

He stared at the poison soldiers' camp that had been crushed by the rattan armor cavalry ahead, his voice low.

No one dared to answer.

The Wei garrison feared poison, insects, and the black sap on their arrowheads. Many cities were not breached by elephant cavalry, but by poison-wielding soldiers.

But now?

Poisoned arrows cannot penetrate it.

Poisonous insects dare not crawl on it.

The poison powder was scattered, and when the wind blew it out, it ended up choking its own people.

Those Wei cavalrymen, clad in strange armor, seemed to have crawled out from underground specifically to retaliate against them.

"What is that?"

Tuwuhu grabbed the neck of the poison soldier leader next to him.

"Tell me, what is that thing?"

The leader of the poison soldiers had pale lips.

He finally understood.

Wei Zhao did not rush to save Jiangnan.

This is a net.

Jiangnan City was the bait, and Tuoba Ye was the hook. The moment his main force of the Tuoba Tigers pushed out of the camp, they were already caught in the net.

But now I realize it, it's too late.

The vanguard entered the city, only to be cut off by the streets and alleys.

The central army was blocked by the breach in the city wall, unable to advance or retreat.

The rear guard was torn apart by Wei Zhao from the side and rear.

The poison soldiers were useless, and the elephant cavalry was slow to turn. The army of over 400,000 was crammed together, and orders could not be transmitted.

……

When Wei Zhao saw this, his eyes lit up.

Right now.

The elephant formation was thrown into chaos, and the poison soldiers had their teeth pulled out, rendering the southern barbarians helpless.

All that's left are people.

People can be killed.

"All troops—charge!"

Wei Zhao raised the white wax spear.

Blood splattered on the white robe, and the hem fluttered in the wind.

He could feel the cavalryman behind him change his breathing.

That kind of suppressed, scalding, and about-to-explode energy.

The image of a killing god flashed in my mind.