What a lucky world!

Chapter 211: White Horse Volunteers, Join the War

Shi Qiang tightened his grip on the longbow in his hand and patted the spear slung across his back to ease the tension in his heart.

He was the son of a farmer in Hongning County, Yongning Prefecture, Taiping County. He had two older brothers. Because the family's land was not enough to farm, his parents sent him to a cousin in the county to learn carpentry.

He was quite talented and was able to take on some simple carpentry work after half a year. His uncle also liked him very much and planned to recruit him as a son-in-law, so he asked him to go back and discuss it with his parents.

But when he returned home, he found that his home was gone.

Where my home used to be, only a large pile of ruins remained.

Dad is gone, mom is gone.

Two older brothers are gone.

Even the two sisters-in-law who usually disliked him were gone.

He found his childhood friend and finally got the truth out of him through coaxing and deception.

A few young men from the county came riding their horses in broad daylight, trampling over his family's land. His two brothers were furious, but too afraid to intervene, so they secretly drugged the horses with laxatives in retaliation.

As a result, one of the horses gave up while galloping, and the young man riding it fell off, breaking his leg.

The young master was also very cruel. He killed a good horse worth hundreds of taels without any hesitation. However, the servant who killed the horse noticed something and said that the horse had been drugged.

Further searching led to the Shi family.

That night, a fire broke out in the Shi family's home, and no one in the family escaped except Shi Qiang, who was working in the city.

When asked further where the young man came from, he didn't know.

Shi Qiang used half a year's wages to build a tomb for his parents and brother and sister-in-law, and then returned to the city.

But fate plays tricks on us like this.

Just two days after Shi Qiang returned to the city, a customer came to his door and said he wanted to build a chair that could be pushed around.

My cousin is a smart man. With just a few words, he made the visitor talk nonstop, and Shi Qiang also listened to what he said.

The man said that his young master went to the countryside to collect poems, but was assassinated by some villagers. They poisoned the horse feed, and the horse fell down due to the drug, and the man broke his leg.

Shi Qiang took the opportunity to ask about the date and found out that it was the person who had harmed his entire family.

Shi Qiang didn't understand the reason, but he knew that the hatred for his parents was irreconcilable.

But how to take revenge?
He couldn't think of it.

Until one day, he heard from a guest that Qianyuan Wuzhai had come down the mountain again to raid the house of a certain master. He gritted his teeth, walked for three days and three nights, and arrived at the gate of Qianyuan Wuzhai. He knelt by the Crescent Lake for three days and three nights, begging Qianyuan Wuzhai to seek justice for him.

He remembered that the person who met him was a young man of the same age as him. After questioning him, he sent someone to investigate.

About two days later, the young man asked him to follow a group of people down the mountain. Then, he followed the group back to Hongning County and broke into the rich family's house.

When he heard the leader reciting the evidence one by one, he realized that this family had already committed many crimes.

All those who were stained with blood, whether masters or servants, were killed, including the young master with a broken leg.

In the end, it was he who set the fire that burned down the luxurious mansion.

From the moment the fire started, he burst into tears, then wiped his tears and followed the team back to the village.

He originally thought that he could only repay his debts by being a carpenter for the village, but suddenly one day, he was told that he had been selected to be the personal guard of the young village chief.

It was not until this time that he realized that the young man he had seen before was the young leader of their stronghold!

……

Shi Qiang took a deep breath to calm the somewhat restless horse under him.

He could hear the sounds of fighting down the mountain.

When a gust of wind blew, he could even smell the blood in the wind!

He knew that at the foot of the mountain, at least two thousand enemies were fighting fiercely with more than six hundred soldiers from the mountain stronghold.

This is a moment of life and death for Qianyuan Wuzhai.

Although they are only a hundred people, they are a trump card!
He was a little nervous, but also a little excited. In his heart, he was reciting the slogan he would shout every day:

Where justice lies, life and death will follow.

Heaven is our witness, and the white horse is our witness.

As he read on, Shi Qiang felt less nervous!
At this moment, a flare arrow suddenly shot into the sky from the foot of the mountain.

Then, the squad leader in front suddenly shouted: "Kill!"

Immediately, Shi Qiang and his comrades shouted in unison: "Kill!"

One hundred war horses, like a flood, galloped down the specially widened mountain road and rushed towards the battlefield!
……

Ye Hanzhou leaned on the ground with his knife, gasping for breath.

An hour had passed since the formation failed. Countless boats had filled up the Crescent Lake, and countless ferocious soldiers had jumped out from them.

The battle begins.

Through the crowd of people fighting, Ye Hanzhou saw Wei Wuyou holding a mace in his hand, smashing it hard on the chest of a Liquid Condensation Realm expert;
Seeing Shisan Niang holding a long sword, she and the seriously injured Wei Wuyou worked together to trap another Nascent Soul Realm cultivator.

However, the enemy has too many soldiers!
Lu Tianlu had two or three broken blades stuck in his body, and Han Wanli was covered in blood...

At this moment, Wei Wuyou fired a flare into the sky, and then Ye Hanzhou heard the sound of rolling horse hooves!

"kill!"

The cavalry came down the mountain road and stabbed in like a sharp blade.

Ye Hanzhou opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The Baima Yicong are light cavalry. What is more important for them is horse riding and archery, which is what Zhang Mu calls flying a kite!

The battlefield space by Crescent Lake is too small, which is actually not conducive to cavalry charges.

but!

no solution anymore.

At this moment, the enemy should still have more than a thousand combat troops. With the first wave of attack from the White Horse Volunteers, the situation on the battlefield was quickly reversed.

But cavalry is all about impact. After giving up the kite-flying tactic, the White Horse Volunteers actually no longer had much advantage.

After just two or three waves of charge, everyone quickly dismounted and acted as ordinary soldiers!

In the past few months, Zhang Mu spared no expense, and money was poured in like raindrops. These personal soldiers, whose bodies were tempered by military training methods, were comparable to the seventh or eighth level of Tongmai Realm.

Combined with some combat tactics, it is enough to deal with the leader of the ninth level of Tongmai.

The scene became deadlocked for a while.

only……

No matter how powerful the White Horse Volunteers are, they only have a hundred men. Even if they cause casualties to the enemy as soon as they appear, if the situation continues like this, it will inevitably slide towards the final end.

After taking a few breaths, Ye Hanzhou rushed to the gathering place of the White Horse Volunteers.

He understood that he had to strengthen the strength of the White Horse Volunteers now, break through the point and turn the tide of the battle.

Since Zhang Mu is not here, he will be the blade of this knife!
But just as he was about to meet up with the Baima Yicong, he suddenly became alert and waved the Yuanxiaoai in his hand to block a sword energy.

Although the sword energy was blocked, the enormous force directly knocked Ye Hanzhou back several feet, causing his blood to surge.

He was startled and looked in the direction where the sword energy came from. He saw an old man with scars all over his face flying across the lake and landing on the shore.

The scarred old man ignored the fighting and looked at Wei Wuyou on the other side. He said calmly, "Wei Wuyou, is Lin Jinglong dead?"

Wei Wuyou looked at the other person, his face, which had been calm all this time, suddenly changed color, and a name seemed to pop out from between his teeth -

"Devil! Sword! Old! Man!"

(End of this chapter)