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Chapter 126 Attacking While Crossing the River, an Arrow Spanning the Yellow River

Seeing that the militia had shot and killed dozens of people without saying a word, the rest of the people were immediately jolted and froze on the spot, not daring to move an inch.

They were terrified that if they weren't careful, the militia would mistake them for treacherous individuals and shoot them into a pincushion.

The next step was simple: the old, weak, sick, and disabled soldiers of the Ming army were released as civilians and assigned to farm or rent land in the surrounding area.

Those who were strong and healthy were naturally classified as new recruits and were all sent to the recruit camp for training after the battle ended.

As for those who wanted to leave, Wang Dahu didn't stop them; he just waited until the battle was over before letting them go.

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"hey-hey."

Thinking about the ultimate goal of the People's Salvation Army, Wang Dahu couldn't help but smile meaningfully.

After dealing with the militia outside Xining City, Wang Dahu left more than a thousand people to garrison the city, and also to intimidate the Ming army that had surrendered.

Although they have submitted, Wang Dahu cannot guarantee that they will not rebel again.

Wang Dahu himself led two thousand men along Yang Jiamo's marching route, heading towards Lanzhou, preparing to join forces with Wang Chao to attack Yang Jiamo from both sides.

On the other side, Yang Jiamo had also arrived at Sumulian River, Zhuanglang River, and the area where it meets the Yellow River.

Once they cross the Yellow River, they can enter Lanzhou's territory.

At the Yellow River ferry crossing, Yang Jiamo looked at the surging Yellow River ahead and couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering if the rebel leader Wang Chao had set up defenses on the other side of the Yellow River.

However, judging from the current situation, the other side has no intention of rescuing the militia.

However, we still need to send someone to check it out to find out the specifics.

Looking at the dozen or so small boats on the Yellow River, Yang Jiamo's eyes were deep and thoughtful.

Time flowed on like the mighty Yellow River, and the dozen or so small boats soon reached the other side.

Dozens of officers and soldiers dispersed to check the surrounding situation.

In the end, they naturally came up empty-handed and soon signaled with flags on the riverbank that there was no one on the other side.

Seeing this, Yang Jiamo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They were just a group of peasants who only knew how to attack and plunder, without any strategic goals or plans, and they didn't know that defense was equally important.

It was a completely haphazard attack.

The Xiningwei and Nianbosuo forces then attacked Zhuanglangwei along the Great Wall, and then there was the siege of Lanzhou. This whole operation was getting out of hand.

Suddenly, Yang Jiamo's body trembled slightly as he recalled the cities the militia had attacked, and a sense of foreboding began to rise in his heart.

However, thinking about his arrangements in the rear, he couldn't help but comfort himself, even if the leader of the militia was somewhat cunning.

However, with the troops they left behind stationed there to keep things in check, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"Hoo~!"

Yang Jiamo took a deep breath, secretly suppressing the ominous premonition in his heart.

"Cross the river!"

After confirming that there were no enemy troops on the other side of the Yellow River, Yang Jiamo immediately ordered a crossing.

Looking at the boats of all sizes on the river, Yang Jiamo's breathing became lighter, and he silently prayed for safety.

However, the more you try to avoid something, the more likely it is to happen.

After more than half an hour, most of the Ming soldiers had boarded the ferries, and many had even crossed the Yellow River.

Seeing this, Yang Jiamo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the main army has crossed the river, the militia can no longer launch a surprise attack while the enemy is crossing.

However, the next moment, the open area opposite suddenly twisted and changed, and countless militiamen dressed in gray clothes quietly appeared.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jiamo couldn't help but gasp.

How did those militias suddenly appear?

Could it be that this leader of the militia actually knows magic?
Otherwise, how do you explain what's happening right now?
In fact, it was the supernatural power and magic that the dynasty used, a combination of three supernatural powers: invisibility, array formation, and scene shifting, which concealed everyone's whereabouts.

However, at this moment, whether the People's Salvation Army knows magic is no longer important.

Importantly, the People's Salvation Army suddenly appeared on the other side of the Yellow River.

After realizing what was happening, Yang Jiamo immediately ordered the troops to regroup.

Even the generals who had already crossed the river were quickly preparing to organize their troops to meet the enemy.

However, it was all too late.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"Kill Kill Kill"

As the shouts of the militia grew louder and louder, everyone felt an overwhelming killing intent rushing towards them.

In the dim light, everyone seemed to see a dark red blood cloud spreading rapidly from above the heads of the militia, exerting negative pressure towards them.

For a moment, everyone felt their liver and gallbladder tremble, their bodies stiff and unable to control themselves.

The next moment, a loud shout came from the militia on the other side.

"shoot!"

"boom!"

In an instant, a long iron arrow, like a dragon tearing through space, exploded with a series of sonic booms and shot straight toward Yang Jiamo at high speed.

For dynasties that mastered archery, the goal was never to kill as many people as possible with arrows, but to assassinate the enemy's commander.

Although we are now separated by the Yellow River, barring any unforeseen circumstances, killing an ordinary person with an arrow is still quite easy.

After the dynasty fired an arrow, the rest of the Salvation Army also fired their own arrows.

Furthermore, it should be noted that the bows and arrows in the hands of the People's Salvation Army are all powerful bows, weighing at least three to four stones, with an effective range of at least three hundred meters.

With this wide-range volley, coupled with the enhancement of the supernatural and malevolent energy within everyone's bodies, the effective killing distance will increase by at least tens or even hundreds of meters.

This is why, even when the troops were still hundreds of meters away from the Ming army, the dynasty still decisively ordered them to fire.

"bang bang bang"

"Buzz!"

With a series of bowstring twangs, a rain of arrows shot out like a black cloud, instantly covering the Ming army hundreds of meters away.

"Puff puff"

In an instant, countless Ming soldiers fell to the ground and died tragically.

On the other side of the Yellow River, Yang Jiamo was also facing a life-or-death situation.

As Wang Chao drew his bow, Yang Jiamo sensed an extreme danger.

Before he could even locate the source of the danger, he saw a white, raging dragon charging towards him from across the Yellow River. It was the sonic boom cloud created by the excessive speed of the fine iron arrow shot by the dynasty.

In an instant, Yang Jiamo's gaze was fixed on it.

He sensed it; that was the source of its life-or-death crisis.

If you can't stop it, you will die!

Moreover, it can only be resisted, not avoided.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jiamo turned around abruptly and thrust out his spear in an instant.

In that instant, Yang Jiamo's entire being became highly concentrated and unified, and streams of warm energy were generated within his body, flowing through his palms and into the spear in his hand, guided by his spiritual will.

"Om~!"

As if it were something, Yang Jiamo felt a faint glimmer of light flash across the spear in his hand.

In the next instant, Yang Jiamo's spear pierced the incoming iron arrow.

"Dang~!"

"boom!"

"laugh!"

In an instant, Yang Jiamo was sent flying, and the spear in his hand flew out of his grasp and crashed into the ground, leaving only the spearhead sticking out.

Yang Jiamo's palm was instantly rubbed raw, leaving it covered in blood, and some of his fingers even revealed the white bone beneath.

But that wasn't all. The arrow that had shot towards him, which should have been deflected, suddenly veered off course and flew towards him once more.

Although this time it was far less violent than before, at most it was only the speed and power of a normal arrow.

However, if Yang Jiamo were hit, he would certainly die.

Therefore, although Yang Jiamo felt weak and powerless after the attack, he still mustered his strength and reached out to grab it.

"puff!"

It was extremely dangerous, but Yang Jiamo managed to grab the fine iron arrow.

However, before Yang Jiamo could even breathe a sigh of relief, he felt the arrow tremble in his hand, and a bad thought arose in his mind.

"not good!"

However, the moment the thought crossed Yang Jiamo's mind, the arrow in his hand exploded with a bang.

"boom!"

"Ugh!"

Yang Jiamo let out a suppressed cry of pain and looked at his right arm, only to find it had been blown off at the elbow.

However, despite the immense pain, Yang Jiamo did not relax. Instead, clutching his severed arm, he rolled away quickly from the spot.

On the other side of the Yellow River, Wang Chao raised an eyebrow.

Surprisingly, this didn't kill Yang Jiamo with a single arrow.

It seems that Yang Jiamo, like Chen Zhengyang's master Shouxuzi, has actually figured something out.

However, with the limited strength they had cultivated, they had virtually no power to resist supernatural abilities.

Just like now, even though they are separated by the Yellow River and only a distance of a little over a thousand meters, a single arrow from the dynasty is a force that Yang Jiamo could not completely withstand, no matter how hard he tried.

So, after firing another arrow, seeing that Yang Jiamo was seriously wounded but not dead, and instead rolled away to hide, the dynasty did not pay too much attention and gave another order.

"shoot!"

"bang bang bang"

"Buzz!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the numerous soldiers of the Salvation Army fired another arrow in succession, once again covering a large area.

Immediately following was a barrage of arrows.

At the same time, Wang Chao and his group were gradually approaching the riverbank.

Amidst the vast Yellow River, the Ming soldiers, watching the waves of arrows raining down from the opposite bank, couldn't help but feel fear.

Some bravely continued paddling towards the other side of the Yellow River, only to be shot dead by a hail of arrows.

But many more people started to turn their boats around and try to return.

Some people simply rowed downstream along the Yellow River.

The dynasty and the People's Salvation Army completely ignored these threats, simply unleashing wave after wave of rain.

It spreads from the banks of the Yellow River towards the Yellow River.

Most importantly, later on, the arrows that everyone shot had turned into fire arrows.

"whoosh whoosh"

Countless fire arrows rained down, and many boats of all sizes on the Yellow River were quickly set ablaze.

Upon seeing this, Wang Chao suddenly uttered a single word.

"wind!"

In an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy trembled slightly, instantly devouring a large amount of national fortune, and a gust of wind suddenly rose up, sweeping across the entire river surface.

In that instant, the fire, fueled by the wind, and the wind, amplified the fire's power. With the wind and fire working together, the fire spread rapidly, setting ships ablaze.

Seeing this, Wang Chao and his men did not stop at all, and arrows rained down, reaping lives one after another.

When Wang Chao and his men arrived at the Yellow River, there were no Ming soldiers left alive.

Blood flowed and soaked the earth, staining large areas of the river red, flowing downstream and turning the turbid Yellow River into a river of blood.

Above the Yellow River, however, was a sea of ​​fire.

Across the Yellow River, Yang Jiamo looked at the raging fire before him and couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger.

"So cruel!"

In this battle, the Ming army lost at least two-thirds of its soldiers, more than 10,000.

The remaining less than 10,000 soldiers were also filled with fear and had no will to fight.

"withdraw!"

With a single word uttered through gritted teeth, Yang Jiamo, supported by his personal guards, quickly retreated to the rear.

He felt that since the rebel leader of the People's Salvation Army, Wang Chao, had planned to attack while the enemy was crossing the river, he might have laid other ambushes.

Therefore, his best option now is to retreat quickly and then reorganize his army.

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