I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

At the same time, Sanako, saddled and mounted her horse, followed closely behind.

Despite the strong wind, Aoto's speech still echoed in the ears of the Aizu cavalry.

Some people looked bewildered.

Some people remain fearful.

But most of them had already silently gritted their teeth, their eyes burning with a fierce fighting spirit.

Instantly, shouts of "Kill!" and "Giddy up!" rang out!

With hooves outstretched and mouths snarling, the earth trembled as the warhorses galloped, emitting a muffled sound like thunder!

Aoto, Sanako, and the 15 Aizu cavalrymen behind them charged down the mountain with overwhelming force!

Dozens of hooves kicked up a cloud of dust that swirled into the air like a whirlwind, blotting out the sun!

The hooves of horses (and cattle) pounded violently on the rocks and hard loess, like a tsunami or a sudden downpour.

Qingdeng squinted, using her long eyelashes to filter out the headwind.

His body was swaying precariously.

The scenery on both sides rushed past rapidly.

The steepness of this slope is truly terrifying.

Even Qingdeng, who possesses the talent of "Cat Turn +3" and riding skills 36 times greater than ordinary people, almost fell off the back of the ox several times.

The terrain is high in some parts and low in others, with rugged and bumpy roads.

Everywhere there were protruding rocks and sunken pits.

They were like a small boat crossing a vast ocean in a storm, in danger of capsizing at any moment.

There was no time to turn around... Qing Deng could only judge whether Sanako and the others behind him were following him by the sound.

"Moo moo!"

Suddenly, Radish raised its bull's head and let out a loud roar.

Immediately afterwards, Qingdeng felt the jolt beneath him stop.

Upon closer inspection: beneath the ox's hooves lies no longer a treacherous, bumpy path, but a vast, flat plain!

That steep hillside has already been left behind by the cow's tail!

Qing Deng immediately turned his head to look for Sanako and the others.

Then he witnessed a miraculous sight—the female warrior and 15 Aizu cavalrymen, not one missing! They charged down the hillside unharmed! Right behind Aoto!

Looking at this unexpected scene, Qingdeng was first stunned, and then subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

Now that we've reached flat ground... there's no need to say more about what happens next!

The Aizu cavalrymen spontaneously spread out to the left and right.

A short while later, a small, wedge-shaped formation, with the Qingdeng (a type of sturdy object) at the tip, traversed the vast plains and headed straight for the enemy camp!

Majestic and imposing, with an aura that is as powerful as a rainbow!

Despite having only 17 people, they displayed the power and might of a thousand troops! It was breathtaking!

In the blink of an eye, the fences that the bandits had set up around their camp appeared in front of Qingdeng's view.

Qingdeng lowered his eyelids, parted his lips slightly, and exhaled a semi-transparent breath.

One by one, visible blue veins bulged from his right hand, which was tightly gripping the spear shaft.

The next instant, a massive silver light, far surpassing the brilliance of a sword, ripped through the air!

Then there was a loud "boom," as if it had been hit by a naval gun. The fence... or rather, the pieces of wood and debris that had once been the fence, flew into the sky with a whoosh and then fluttered down.

The arc-shaped "vacuum zone" unfolds from the tip of the spear!

Qing Deng slowly retracted his long spear, effortlessly breaking through the barrier.

Immediately afterwards, he ran head-on into a small unit of the bandits.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

A piercing scream echoed throughout the camp.

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P.S.: Except for the final "Engrave your name... add a page...", the rest of Qing Deng's pre-battle mobilization in this chapter is adapted from Shakespeare's *Henry V* and Pushkin's *To Chaadaev*. I, Leopard, couldn't have written such brilliant sentences. (Leopard coward.jpg)

Chapter 657 Is Qing Deng a normal person? [4200]

The bandit group that encountered Qingdeng appeared to be a patrol team responsible for guarding the camp.

To the bandits, Qingdeng's sudden appearance was nothing short of divine intervention.

The unexpected attack instantly drained the color from their faces.

Before the battle even began, many had already lost their will to fight, abandoned their armor and weapons, and fled in panic.

However, some people were quite courageous and were not overwhelmed by the momentum of the cavalry charging in.

They mustered their courage and charged forward.

"Drink it! Aa ...

Someone howled, raised his katana high, and charged straight at Qingdeng.

It must be said that this man was quite courageous to take on cavalry single-handedly as an infantryman. However... he was rather lacking in intelligence.

Qingdeng rode on an ox, holding a spear that was more than 3 meters long.

On the other hand, the other side... was not only on foot, but also using a very ordinary katana.

Regardless of skill level, the difference in attack range alone sealed their fate.

Qingdeng did not perform any complicated martial arts movements on the bull's back. He simply raised the tip of the spear, tucked the shaft under his right armpit, and aimed at his opponent's chest.

In an instant, Qingdeng felt a tremendous force on his right arm—he saw the spear tip pierce his opponent's chest squarely.

At first, the opponent instinctively tightened his stance, trying to withstand the impact.

However, the idea of ​​outmuscles a fully grown, charging bull at full speed is rather comical.

In the instant of the collision, the surging momentum generated by the black bull's charge immediately poured into the spear tip, which then slammed heavily into the opponent's body.

His stance and his resistance were a perfect illustration of the phrase "like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

His chest suddenly collapsed, and then he flew into the sky—literally into the sky.

He was sent flying, and a shower of blood rained down in mid-air.

Even after it landed on the ground, the force exerted on it had not subsided.

He rolled around many more times, leaving a trail of blood on the ground, his whole body twisted into a pretzel shape—resembling a tightly wrung rag—before finally coming to a stop.

At the same instant the opponent was launched into the air, a powerful recoil struck Qing Deng's right arm, as if trying to snatch the spear from his hand.

Qingdeng, who was prepared for this, secretly mustered a fierce strength and exerted force with the five fingers of his right hand—activating his talents "Skillful Hands +5" and "Nine Bulls and Two Tigers +3"!

And so, without changing his expression, he gripped the spear shaft that was about to slip from his grasp back into his hand.

He raised his arm slightly, leveled the long spear again, and tucked the shaft under his right armpit, letting the cold glint of the spear tip take the next life.

At first glance... it looks like "Snake".

Every time the radish catches up to someone, that person will inevitably be "devoured" by the spear tip.

Although swallowing these people's lives did not make Qingdeng's body stronger, it did make him more and more excited.

When Qing Deng and his men stormed into the enemy camp, it was as if they had entered a forest inhabited by many birds.

The startled birds frantically flew away from their nests, their flapping wings and chirping incessantly.

One cry of "enemy attack!" after another, one shout after another, spread rapidly.

Before long, enemy forces surging in from all directions gradually filled Qingdeng's field of vision.

"Kill them all!"

"Follow me!"

"Don't be afraid! Look closely! There are only about ten of them! We could drown them with just one spit from each of us!"

"As long as I can take one head, I won't have to worry for the rest of my life!"

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Bamboo spears, swords, short guns, long spears... they brandished all sorts of weapons.

They either fight alone or in small teams.

Qingdeng, leading the way like a bull, naturally became the first to be hit.

Looking at the bandits who had begun to fight back, Qing Deng was not panicked at all. Instead, he curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, looking eager to try.

He suddenly changed his grip on the spear.

Instead of gripping the center of the club, I now grip the bottom.

Then, he gently flipped his right wrist and quietly prepared the spear.

The long spear, which was originally naturally trailing behind his right side, circled forward halfway, drawing a graceful arc in mid-air and outlining a fan shape.

The spear passed over the bull's head and rested on his left shoulder.

This time, Qing Deng used a sweeping attack instead of a thrust.

As if condensing his greatest strength, his spring-like body visibly contracted in an instant, and then in a flash, he swung his sword from left to right like a naginata!

The long spear, suddenly "liberated" from his left shoulder, instantly transformed into a blurry afterimage, leaving a trail of blood wherever it passed!

The bandits' encirclement was instantly breached! The severed limbs and remains of more than a dozen bandits flew into the air, spraying clouds of blood and foam, and cries of agony rose and fell!

Immediately afterwards, Qing Deng swung his sword again in the opposite direction.