Han Khan

Chapter 87, Victory

A faint layer of blood red appeared in the eyes of the more than 200 personal soldiers around.

This battle was much more difficult than any previous one. Warriors fell off their horses and were killed by the enemy one after another.

"You lead your Tatar cavalry into battle!"

"Yes, sir!" Boniek roared, holding a spear in his right hand, wearing chain mail, and riding his horse to charge towards the enemy.

Behind him were four hundred Tatar cavalrymen who had changed into iron armor after surrendering today.

Zhang Sheng believed that only after a bloody battle together could one agree with the other party's ideas. Joining the Jinhan tribe does not make one a Jinhan person. Only those who have participated in the battle together can be considered as such.

And now, it's their time to serve.

The cavalry led by Boniec pierced into the enemy army like a spear.

Boniec led the way, sweeping his lance across the enemy, knocking down two riders, but his lance could not withstand the huge force and broke.

Seeing that he had no weapon in his hands, a Kuchuwuti man galloped on his horse and stabbed at him with his spear.

Boniek did not retreat but advanced, bent sideways, drew out his sword, and slashed down at the enemy with a diagonal motion, the sword flashing with blood.

All the movements of the enemy cavalry came to an abrupt halt, as if they were frozen in place.

The warhorse neighed in fear, passed by, and continued to run forward for a dozen steps.

The enemy's head slipped off his body and fell to the ground.

The warhorse without its master neighed like crazy, as if it was also experiencing great fear.

The Tatar cavalry behind them were also very brave and good at fighting. With their lances in their hands, they defeated the enemies who were surrounding them.

At this time, Zhang Sheng was riding on a horse, holding a lance in his hand, stabbing and slashing left and right, killing one enemy after another.

After blocking the spears of two enemies, he quickly knocked down an enemy with the butt of his spear, then thrust forward with force, piercing the enemy on horseback, lifting him into the air, and then slamming him heavily to the ground.

But he was immediately knocked to the ground by the charge of the enemy's horse.

There was an eerie silence on the battlefield, with most people's eyes focused on Zhang Sheng.

The Jin Han people were very nervous and angry about this. Their lord was shot down from his horse and his life or death was unknown, so they all prepared to retreat to Zhang Sheng's side.

However, within just two or three breaths, Zhang Sheng crawled up from the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, which flowed onto his beard.

Looking at the horse lance falling far away, he drew out the sword from his waist and held it in both hands. His expression was very calm, but his bloody teeth were exposed, which made people shudder.

At this time, an enemy cavalry rushed towards him. Zhang Sheng tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and when the enemy's lance was about to stab him, he turned sideways and quickly chopped it down with the sword.

The cavalryman was split in half.

At this moment, it seemed as if an invisible wind was swirling around him.

When the Jin Han people saw this, they shouted and cheered loudly: Mighty! Mighty is the emperor! Mighty is your highness!

Killing the enemy cleanly and swiftly stimulated the fighting spirit of every enemy and Jin Han people.

The battlefield of this era belongs to truly brave men, and Zhang Sheng is not only the emperor of the Holy Religion and the leader of Jin Han, but also a brave and skilled warrior.

He gave the Jinhan people a powerful, mysterious, yet easygoing feel.

There was a look of fear on the faces of the Guchuwuti cavalry.

There is no longer the fearlessness and bravery of the previous charge.

Zhang Sheng seized a warhorse and picked up his lance. He became more and more courageous. His lance was like the scythe of the god of death. He pierced two enemies on the left and right and rushed towards Hechi Wen and Kuokuchu who were guarded by elite cavalry.

The horse neighed and its hooves stepped on the ground, making a dull sound and raising a cloud of dust. The dust rolled away, and Zhang Sheng rushed into the enemy against the wind.

He swung the lance in his hand. The pure iron lance was so steady and powerful in his hand. Every time he swung it, he could accurately hit the enemy's vital points.

Even though he was wearing armor, he was hit in the waist and abdomen by the long and hard spear handle, and then he bent into a shape and fell off his horse and died.

If this hard and thick horse lance landed on someone, there was basically no hope of survival, and those who were hit would either die or be crippled. He wielded the spear and started to kill indiscriminately in the enemy formation, blood and flesh flew everywhere he went. The spear formed a vacuum zone in front of him, as if the god of death had descended, and whoever dared to get close would die.

The Guchuti people were terrified. They had seen people killing people with spears, but they had never seen such a ferocious and domineering way of killing.

They never thought that a long lance could become such a terrible weapon in the hands of this warrior.

They looked at the devil-like man charging towards them on horseback, their hearts filled with fear and despair.

They didn't know how to face such an enemy and could only watch their companions fall one by one without being able to do anything.

Zhang Sheng’s momentum was growing stronger and stronger, his eyes were cold and murderous.

The lance in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body, and every swing was so natural and smooth.

His movements were so agile and swift that it was impossible to catch sight of him.

His attack was like a violent storm, making it impossible for the enemy to resist.
When he approached Hechi Wen and Kuokuchu, he started killing them in the formation. The spears formed a vacuum zone in front of him, and anyone who dared to approach would die.

The Jin Han people looked at their leader, who seemed inexhaustible and became more courageous as the battle went on. The Kuchuwuti people could hardly survive a single encounter with their lord before being killed.

When Zhang Sheng defeated the enemy's formation all the way and blew the head of Kuokuchu, the captain of a thousand men of the Guchuwuti tribe, with a spear.

These cavalrymen sent by Altan gave up fighting with the Jinhan people and began to flee in all directions.

At this time, the Jin Han people shouted loudly in Uighur, Turkic and Donghu languages: "Those who kneel down and surrender will not be killed! Those who kneel down and surrender will not be killed!"

Zhang Sheng used all his strength to pull out the arrows on his armor and cloak and threw them on the ground. Looking at the fleeing Guchuwuti people, a fierce smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The Kuchuut people have been frightened out of their wits. Warriors of Jinhan, follow me and charge at the enemy chieftain Altan. Let us fight together and leave no one alive!"

Seeing that the enemy had lost their courage, Zhang Sheng acted decisively and issued an order.

At this time, the wind blowing from Lake Uvs suddenly became stronger.

At this point, the situation in which the Guchuti had been suppressing the Jinhan people was completely broken. Now, a large number of Guchuti people either withdrew to Altan or had been annihilated by the Jinhan people.

The wind howled.

People are also roaring.

At this moment, the more than 3,000 Jinhan cavalrymen who had regrouped had been suppressed for a long time. Their blood was boiling and they had finally waited for the moment of the decisive battle.

They followed their leader, the messenger of God, and accompanied by the strong wind, they charged towards the Guchuti chieftain Altan.

The captives of the Guchuwuti tribe were all released by the Jin Han people, with the purpose of disrupting the enemy's formation and creating favorable conditions for the Jin Han cavalry's charge.

More than 3,000 Jinhan cavalrymen, nearly ten thousand horses, rushed towards the enemy, swept up by the strong wind.

The earth seemed to be shaking with it.

At this time, Altan, the chieftain of the Guchuwuti tribe, saw the tribal cavalry fleeing in a panic, and he knew in his heart that the Guchuwuti tribe would probably be defeated this time.

Behind him, the cavalry and slaves of the Hela tribe were rushing out of the camp and rushing towards them.

But when he saw the Jinhan cavalry rushing towards him in a mighty force from the front, the last straw in his heart was completely crushed.

However, the Jinhan people did not hesitate at all. They charged straight into the enemy's formation and advanced courageously.

Many Guchuwuti people knew that everything was over when they saw this scene. Some cowardly leaders hurriedly led their people to leave Altan and began to flee the battlefield.

The Jinhan cavalry rushed into the enemy camp like tigers descending from the mountains, and their shouts were deafening.

Zhang Sheng led the charge, holding up a long lance, facing the enemy and speaking loudly to his soldiers:

"The emperor's guards, the warriors of Lord Haotian, victory is at hand, follow your emperor and charge! Lord Haotian is the greatest!"

"Haotian is great!!!" The Jin Han people roared and charged towards the enemy.

Zhang Sheng rushed into the enemy formation in the blink of an eye, pierced the enemy cavalry who came to block him with a spear, and inspired the Jin Han warriors behind him.

(End of this chapter)