Han Khan

Chapter 25: God in Person

It’s over. This is what all the Uighurs, including Tugeldagan, are thinking at this moment.

Although the death toll was not large, after seeing the mad cattle, more than a thousand elite cavalrymen rushed in like a tide.

Who can stop them? Without these cows, the Uighurs would definitely be able to stop and repel these enemies.

But there is nothing that can be done now. Under the charge of these mad bulls, it is impossible to organize effective forces to resist.

After the fire bulls charged past, Zhang Sheng led the way, rushing towards the chaotic Uighur camp like a sharp arrow, shouting: "Warriors, there is no life or death, follow me to kill the enemy!"

The Jinhan soldiers followed suit.

At this time, hundreds of Uighur archers wearing armor and carrying long swords on their waists shot arrows at Zhang Sheng like heavy rain without hesitation.

Zhang Sheng led the charge, knocking down three or four arrows, and was also hit by more than a dozen arrows that embedded themselves in his armor.

The warhorse was also hit by several arrows, but fortunately Zhang Sheng's horse was wearing armor, so the arrows did not hit the vital parts, and the leather armor was not penetrated either.

Seeing that their bows and arrows were ineffective, the Uighurs thrust their spears forward.

The Jinhan cavalry charged into the cluster of spears.

Click, click...

The Uighurs' spears, which were swinging all over the place, broke in an instant.

However, a few Jinhan soldiers were also defeated.

At this time, a huge gap was finally opened.

Zhang Sheng took advantage of the situation and rushed into the gap like a bamboo breaking through.

The cavalry followed, and the Uighurs' makeshift infantry formation immediately collapsed.

The enemy's tent was within reach, and the man in black mail armor, Tugel, was also close at hand, seemingly within reach.

Zhang Sheng could even see the look of surprise on the other person's face.

The disorderly Uighurs threw down their spears and bows and arrows and fled in panic.

It's a mess, it's a mess.

Now the entire Uighur camp has been dispersed by the fire bulls and the Jinhan cavalry formations, and is in chaos and disorder, with many loopholes.

At this time, more than a hundred Uighur armored warriors guarding Tuger rushed up with swords and Tibetan-style shields.

“Kill!” Zhang Sheng shouted angrily, his voice like a loud bell, echoing throughout the valley.

The Jinhan cavalry behind him charged with spears like a tiger descending from a mountain, instantly breaking through the enemy's shield formation, rushing into the enemy group, and bravely killing the enemy.

The Uighurs in front of the big tent looked terrified.

The horse lance brought up several streaks of blood, piercing armor, shields, and flesh one after another.

The blood instantly dyed the bodies of the Uighurs and Zhang Sheng red.

Zhang Sheng smiled grimly and ordered his soldiers, "Kill all these bandits!"

The Uighurs looked at each other, and no one dared to take another step forward.

The fat Tugel retreated to the side of the big tent in panic, and angrily gave orders: "Stop him! Stop him quickly!"

After hearing the order, several hurried Uighur armored warriors rushed over immediately, but before they got close, one of them was shot in the neck by an arrow, while the other turned and ran away.

Zhang Sheng looked back and found that the person who shot the arrow was none other than his personal Khitan guard, Koza.

The Jinhan cavalrymen behind him cheered for Koza's amazing shot.

Zhang Sheng held a lance in his hand and glanced coldly at the group of Uighurs.

Everyone who came into contact with his eyes could not help but feel timid.

Zhang Sheng urged his warhorse, holding his lance, and slowly moved towards the Uighur tent on the hillside.

At this time, two Uighur cavalrymen rushed out, one on the left and one on the right, and ran towards Zhang Sheng from a high position. Their ferocious eyes seemed as if they wanted to eat Jiang Wei alive.

Zhang Sheng stood on his horse, sneering.

The look he gave Tugel became more and more contemptuous.

This is just a coward in a high position. Maybe he could have been a capable fighter in the past, but now he can only hide timidly in the back.

At this moment, both the Uighurs and the Jin Han people witnessed a thrilling collision with their own eyes.

Three horses came galloping like arrows, and collided with each other with a loud bang! A cold light flashed in Zhang Sheng's hand, like a bolt of lightning that broke through the sky and struck down from the clouds!

Instantly, a sharp neighing sound resounded through the sky, as if even these battle-hardened horses were frightened out of their wits. The three horses passed by each other, raising a cloud of dust.

However, Zhang Sheng sat on his horse as steady as a rock. His eyes became sharper and he stared at the Uighurs in the camp.

At this moment, Tuger felt an unprecedented pressure. As Zhang Sheng got closer and closer, his momentum, like a tiger descending from the mountain, made him almost breathless.

Behind him, a Uighur warrior suddenly began to tremble all over, blood spurted out of his throat, and then he fell limply off his horse.

Another Uighur warrior was furious. He turned his horse around and roared, waving his long sword to fight again.

Zhang Sheng stood straight about a hundred steps in front of Tuger, his cold eyes fixed on him, as if he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered. He was so focused that he didn't notice the enemy rushing towards him from behind...

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the sharp saber raised behind him.

Everyone knew that as soon as this knife fell, the head of the Tang leader would be immediately separated from his body.

"Your Highness! Be careful!!!..." Yin Shanxiong yelled at Zhang Sheng with a horrified look on his face.

However, at this thrilling moment, something unexpected happened.

Zhang Sheng quickly swung his hand back, and a dazzling white light flashed instantly.

At this time, the warhorse was still galloping forward at lightning speed, but the long sword in the hand of the originally aggressive Uighur warrior had been broken into two pieces.

What’s even more terrifying is that not only the long sword was cut in half, but also the warrior himself was cut in half!
His upper body hung limply on the horse's back, with his internal organs and white bones exposed to the naked eye.

Everyone present gasped in shock, not even daring to make a sound.

The Uighur leader Tuger was even more terrified and frightened, with an expression of indescribable astonishment and disbelief on his face.

In two rounds, two Uighur armored cavalry were killed in battle!

The Jin Han warriors, as well as the centurions and guard captains, couldn't help but ask themselves whether they could fight as frantically as Zhang Sheng.

Everyone knew that they could never do this, let alone be as relaxed and leisurely as Zhang Sheng.

At this moment, Zhang Sheng held the spear tightly in his right hand and stood firmly in front of the Uighurs, like an insurmountable mountain.

His eyes were cold and firm, revealing an unparalleled majesty.

He shouted loudly: "The Emperor of Jin Han appointed by the God of Heaven is here. Do the barbarians dare to come up and fight me?" This roar resounded through the battlefield like thunder, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

Both the Uighurs and the Jin Han warriors were shocked after hearing these words. For a moment, they were completely silent.

They were suppressed by Zhang Sheng's majestic aura like a mountain and felt an unprecedented fear, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on their hearts, making them breathless.

In Zhang Sheng, they saw a truly brave and invincible man, a god on earth who was fearless and dared to face any challenge!

His figure was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the clear sky; his roar was like thunder, shocking the hearts of every enemy.

"Long live the Lord of Heaven! Long live the Son of Heaven!"

At this time, the Jin Han warriors waved their weapons and cheered for their master's bravery and magic with extremely enthusiastic voices.

Their cheers were like a torrent that swept across the entire battlefield, making every Jinhan citizen proud and every enemy tremble with fear.

At this point in the battle, the Uighurs finally realized that they had failed. Now their tribes were scattered and fleeing, and there was no complete army that could withstand the enemy's attack.

Zhang Sheng raised his lance high and swung it forward. The group of fully armed Jin Han warriors behind him charged like a surging torrent towards Tuger and other large tents that were heavily guarded a hundred steps ahead.

These Jinhan warriors were dressed in heavy armor and held sharp weapons. Their eyes were full of ferocity and crazy bloodthirstiness.

They rushed towards the enemy camp fearlessly, ready to kill the last resisters before them.

Tugel and his men tried their best to resist the charge of the Jinhan cavalry. However, facing the unparalleled battle of their lord and leader, these Jinhan people became more ferocious, and their defense seemed a little pale and powerless.

Dead, many people died! The Uighur leader Tugerdagan was pinned to the ground by Yin Shanxiong's spear.

In front of the big tent, there were still deafening cries of killing and the air was filled with blood. The Uighurs, who had no time to mount their horses, fell to the ground with blood spurting out after every slash of swords and every thrust of spears by the Jin and Han cavalry who rushed towards them swiftly.

They were like reeds, falling down one after another under the blowing of the strong wind.

However, this is not the end of the story, but the beginning of a nightmare.

The Jinhan cavalry were seen charging back and forth, holding lances and swords, and rushing towards the herdsmen mercilessly like ferocious beasts.

Faced with the skilled and fierce attacks of these elite cavalry, the herdsmen had almost no ability to fight back and could only flee in fear, but they were soon caught up and chopped down to the ground.

The scarlet blood continuously gushed out from the flesh and blood, like small streams, converging into a pool of blood.

The originally green valley had now been dyed a shocking red, with corpses strewn all over the ground and the air filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.

(End of this chapter)