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Chapter 645 Everyone Dies
The two horses crossed paths, their swords clashed, sparks flew, and Fang Xiaomao's palms felt hot. His opponent's cultivation was actually no less than his own, and his sword looked no worse than the Tiger Wing Blade.

Fang Xiaomao didn't turn around. He swung his arm back, and the Tiger Wing Blade flew out of his hand like a swimming dragon, heading straight for the man's back. But the man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He flicked his wrist back and with a clang, he deflected Fang Xiaomao's blade.

He glanced at Cao Hui's side and saw a slightly frightening scene.

Because Cao Hui's helmet was missing, and her hair was disheveled.

Clearly, Cao Hui suffered a loss in her first encounter with Xiang Wu.

Before he could take a second look, a long spear came hurtling towards his chest. Fang Xiaomao roared, reached out and grabbed the spear shaft. With a sudden burst of strength, he lifted the man off his horse and flung him away, sending him crashing into the galloping herd of horses.

He turned around, leaned back slightly on his horse, and threw the spear he had snatched. With a thud, a Chu soldier galloping at full speed was pierced through the chest by the spear, fell off his horse without uttering a sound.

After killing two people, Bian finally had a chance to turn his horse around and go find his first opponent.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, and he was filled with shock and anger. In just a few moments of fighting, dozens of people had been killed, but the casualty ratio on both sides was basically one to five.

No wonder Xiang Ying was so confident, allowing this cavalry force to operate as a mobile force in all directions.

Their combat strength was no less than that of the White Tiger Brigade, and perhaps even greater.

Damn it!
Fang Xiaomao cursed inwardly several times, then spurred his horse and charged towards his first opponent once more.
And the other party was also heading straight for him.

Clearly, neither side wanted the other to slaughter their subordinates like this.

Fang Xiaomao saw Cao Hui again on the battlefield. This time, Cao Hui seemed to be in a worse state, with half of her shoulder armor being ripped off. However, Xiang Wu, who was fighting against her, was without his helmet this time.

Before he could take a second look, his opponent was already in front of him.

Not to mention Fang Xiaomao and Cao Hui, who were both shocked and furious, Xiang Wu on the other side was equally so.

In the South, good horses are hard to find, and those who have mastered excellent horsemanship are even rarer. This team of over a thousand people are all from extraordinary backgrounds. Even if they are not from the direct line of a noble family, they are at least from a distant branch of the family. The weakest among them in martial arts cultivation is basically at the sixth level of Qi Control.

But these men couldn't gain the slightest advantage against the cavalry in front of them.

With every charge, people fall.

In the first encounter, someone died.

After half an hour, the gap between the two sides finally widened in this extremely fierce cavalry battle.

At this point, the casualties on both sides had reached over 50%.

Half of the troops, with casualties reaching a third, would basically lose their courage and will to fight, but now, the two forces are still locked in a fierce battle.

However, at this moment, the White Tiger Brigade from outside the pass had the upper hand.

It wasn't because they were better horsemen, nor because they had higher martial arts skills. In fact, in terms of martial arts skills alone, the Chu cavalry were clearly superior.

What gave the White Tiger Brigade the upper hand was their willingness to die.

Like the Azure Dragon Brigade, the White Tiger Brigade has carefully selected members, each a battle-hardened veteran. These men, once on the battlefield, don't value the lives of others, nor their own.

Dead, shit your dick!
I should have died long ago.
Every day now is a bonus.

But the Chu cavalry were different. They came from good families, were highly skilled, and had ideals and ambitions. They never imagined that death would come so easily to them. Before going to the battlefield, all enemies were like clay chickens and earthen dogs in their eyes, easily defeated. The battlefield was just a place for them to accumulate wealth and stepping stones for promotion. They never thought that one day they would be killed as easily as those ordinary soldiers.

One or two is acceptable.
Ten or eight could still manage to endure it.

But when familiar comrades fall on the battlefield in hundreds and hundreds, trampled by countless warhorses, let alone dying without a complete corpse, even being able to salvage a few intact body parts after the battle becomes a luxury.

On the battlefield, everyone can die!
Finally, some people broke down. After another round of charging, some didn't look back and simply rode away on horseback.

Excitement is contagious.

Fear is the same.

No one had fled first; everyone was still holding on.
Once someone tears away the last veil of pretense, the rest have no more scruples.
They all spurred their horses and fled.

When you're winning, you should run faster than your teammates, because that will allow you to grab more of the spoils of victory.

Even when you fail, you must run faster than your teammates, because this will allow your teammates to shield you from harm.

Some people still have a chance to escape, but others never have another chance.

The guy who was against Fang Xiaomao got a chance to run away.

But Xiang Wu, who had the highest martial arts skill level present, was dead!
A long spear had been thrust into his chest, the entire spearhead disappearing inside.

Cao Hui wasn't having an easy time either.

He was also stabbed by Xiang Wu, but his stab to Xiang Wu hit a vital spot, while Xiang Wu's stab to him missed slightly.

That little bit was what kept him alive.

When Fang Xiaomao pulled him out of the pile of corpses, the guy looked at Fang Xiaomao and chuckled, "I traded my life with him, and he got scared, hahaha!"

Of course Xiang Wu was afraid!
His surname was Xiang, and he was the eldest son of Xiang Ying. He had the cultivation level of the ninth rank of Xuan Yuan. He didn't even know the name of the guy opposite him. He wondered where this guy had come from. He felt that he had lost out by exchanging one life for another.

But it was this very thought that cost him his life.

"Chop off this guy's head and send it to Erdaoqiao. Let those guys see what happens to those stubborn fools!" Fang Xiaomao roared.

A soldier walked over, and with a flash of cold light, Xiang Wu, the former pride of heaven and a potential leader of the next generation of Chu, was beheaded. The soldier grabbed him by the hair, lifted him up, and casually hung him next to the saddle.

At Erdaoqiao, the city wall had collapsed by more than ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), and the collapsed part was blocked with all sorts of things. The Chu army deployed a large number of troops at this gap and fought repeatedly with the enemy.

The reinforcements they had been waiting for were nowhere to be seen, while the attacking enemy continued to strike in shifts. The defenders here had been pushed to their limits, and their last breath was about to be broken.

The final straw that broke the camel's back was Xiang Wu's head, which was hung high on the flagpole outside.

Even Xiang Wu died in battle!
When this fact was confirmed, the resistance at Erdaoqiao disintegrated in a short period of time.

The five thousand Chu soldiers stationed here surrendered after suffering more than three thousand casualties.

The Jiangnan Eight Garrisons army that attacked Erdaoqiao immediately turned around and rushed towards Qilita.

(End of this chapter)