Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 156 A War of Evenly Matched Strength

The person who understands pigs best is usually a pig butcher; the person who understands cows is naturally a cow butcher; and the person who understands sheep must be a sheep butcher. So, at this moment, the person who understands the Guifang people best is none other than Yun Ce.

The blade sliced ​​through the skin, fascia, and tendons of the Oni-fang warrior, making intimate contact with his bones before tearing apart his internal organs, extinguishing the flame of life within him.

Yun Ce felt that the most important reason why he could kill people without any psychological pressure was that the Gui Fang people never valued their own lives.

They had no fear of death. Even though Yun Ce's lance had already killed one Gui Fang soldier, a new one would immediately jump out from behind. Yun Ce didn't even need to change his position or posture. As long as he thrust out the lance again, he could continue to take the life of a Gui Fang soldier.

Yun Ce suddenly began to understand why Zhang Min had left herself covered in wounds. When facing people who didn't even care about their own lives, killing too many would make you hesitant. More importantly, you couldn't retreat. Once you retreated, they would get closer, and at the same time, your comrades on both sides would be attacked in the positions you lost.

Therefore, one cannot retreat, even when exhausted. In the end, one will only use one's own injuries to gain the opportunity to kill the enemy.

Yun Ce could sense Zhang Min's despair at that moment, watching herself being stabbed again and again, killing one enemy after another, but the enemies continued to attack the place she was holding... as if they would never be killed.

Zhang Min was desperate, but Yun Ce was different. His lance and saber were very sharp, and he was incredibly strong, seemingly inexhaustible. So, in a short time, the four sidecarts he was guarding were piled high with the corpses of the Gui Fang people.

These corpses were almost level with the sidecar, so the Guifang people no longer needed to work hard to build a human bridge; they could attack Yun Ce directly by stepping on the corpses.

Gradually, Yun Ce's sword strikes missed their mark. Originally, he only needed to use his right-hand lance to kill a Gui Fang person attacking from the right, and then he should swing his sword to the left. After he swung his sword, a fearless Gui Fang person should have come out to replace him.

The knife missed its mark, not because the Guifang people had become smarter, but because there was no one behind them.

Just as Yun Ce was looking at the empty surroundings and considering whether to go to help in the distance, he heard the flat, emotionless voice of the warrior leader behind him.

"With the first, second, and third chariots of the 'A' character as the vanguard, all 100 chariots under the 'A' character shall attack!"

Yun Ce glanced down at the numbers on the sidecar and immediately understood that he was the damned "Jia" car number one, two, three. "Fengrui" meant to be at the forefront, and "Chuji" meant to leave the car formation and launch a counterattack against the Guifang people.

Upon hearing this military order, Yun Ce felt a fire burning within him that needed to be released. He couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a long howl. However, the sound that came out of his throat was not a clear and melodious howl, but a muffled and chilling "┗|｀O′|┛嗷~~".

This sound was like a wild beast bursting from its cage.

The heavy body pounded on the soft, still slightly warm corpse under the sidecar, pushing forward. After walking less than three meters, a cold light shot out from the darkness, heading straight for Yun Ce's neck.

After hearing the dog's warning, Yun Ce ignored the deadly attack and focused all his attention on the impending fierce assault.

Sure enough, the white light that was heading straight for Yun Ce's neck suddenly turned ninety degrees in mid-air just before it was about to strike his neck, and instead slashed at his right hand that was holding the lance.

The white light struck Yun Ce's stab-proof glove and then landed there. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was a beautifully crafted butterfly-shaped weapon.

Yun Ce casually put the dragon ball into his pocket. E Ji would probably love such an exquisite thing. If he added a clasp, E Ji could attach it to her long, jet-black hair.

It's just a bit too little; a single butterfly pinned to one's head is too flimsy.

Before Yun Ce could finish his reflection, a flash of cold light appeared before him, and seven or eight flying wheels, accompanied by strange, unsettling noises, slashed towards him. At the same time, even more white butterflies filled the gaps between the flying wheels, densely attacking Yun Ce.

There was no way to hide. Behind Yun Ce, on the blood-soaked path left by the corpses, thirty warriors who had also received orders were following him, ready to launch a counter-charge against the Gui Fang forces as soon as they landed.

If Yun Ce had dodged, they would have been the ones in trouble. So, Yun Ce shook his lance. At first, it was just a ring the size of a basketball. Instantly, the ring-shaped flower exploded, forming a circular shield about one meter in diameter. The powerful flying wheel hit the spear flower that Yun Ce had shaken out from the head of his lance and was immediately bounced back. When the spear flower disappeared, Yun Ce threw away the lance, clenched his fist, and punched the last flying wheel.

The flywheel emitted a piercing "humming" sound before losing its momentum and embedding itself in the soil beneath Yun Ce's feet.

Yun Ce gripped his spear again and looked up at the dimly lit road ahead. A warrior noticed the dozen or so strange butterflies embedded in Yun Ce's armor and couldn't help but say, "Young master, you're injured."

Yun Ce collected the butterflies one by one. He couldn't understand why these things, which didn't even have the ability to break armor, were thrown out.

"Idiot, this stuff is poisonous." Gouzi's indignant voice echoed from the depths of his mind. Since Gouzi said it was poisonous, it must be extremely toxic. Poisonous things were not suitable for Eji, this clumsy little fool. What if she accidentally cut herself?

Therefore, this item is very suitable for Zhang Min, but as a weapon, there are too few of them.

Yun Ce laughed loudly, then picked up his horse spear as a weapon and led the thirty men who had just landed into the shadowy enemy formation in a wedge formation.

The old steward's longbow twanged incessantly, each twang releasing a thumb-thick arrow that would then kill an enemy in the enemy ranks.

After emptying two quiver quivers, the old steward stopped, took a short breath, and said to the warrior leader carrying various flags, "Has Yun Ce broken out?"

The samurai leader said, "We have already obeyed the order and charged out, forming a wedge formation to the rear of the enemy lines."

A smile appeared on the old steward's face as he said to the samurai leader, "It's delightful to meet one or two reliable young people in these increasingly unreliable times."

The warrior leader hesitated for a moment before saying, "Yun Ce's martial arts skills are higher than I expected."

The old steward gave the samurai leader a cold look and said, "Is he dealing with you, or with the enemy?"

The samurai leader quickly replied, "We are currently fighting the enemy."

The old steward's increasingly malevolent gaze made the samurai leader afraid to look up.

"Back then, during the Battle of Beicang Plain, I sincerely prayed to Heaven, hoping that a dragon would be sent down to sweep away the enemy army."

Cao Ling, you will be the military leader of the Cao clan from now on. Since you are the military leader, then put all your thoughts into military affairs and don't think about anything else. Let me tell you, people with scattered thoughts are the easiest to die at this time.

Encountering a powerful ally on the battlefield is your luck. Cultivate your good fortune wisely; don't be envious or worried. Don't think about the future; if you think too much, you might not survive.

The samurai leader returned to his command post with his head hanging low. He had been terrified, afraid that the old steward of the Cao family would kill him with a single blow.

After the samurai leader left, the old steward couldn't help but turn his gaze to a sidecar wagon in the very center of the wagon formation. This sidecar wagon was clearly larger and heavier than the others.

Cao Kun was in that car. The old steward had excellent eyesight; even from a distance of over a hundred meters, he could see Cao Kun clinging to the iron bars of the car window, looking out with hope. It seemed he really wanted to participate in the battlefield himself.

Children have varying abilities, just as Cao Kun cannot compare to Yun Ce. The old steward was not disappointed in this regard. He had practically raised Cao Kun himself, and no one knew his temperament better than him.

This is a kind and open-minded child. Most importantly, this child is pure in nature and treats others with sincerity.

The reason he stayed with the Cao family was not because of Cao Kun's father's power, but because of Cao Kun himself. Following Cao Kun's father would likely lead to a violent death, but following Cao Kun, the old steward felt that this old fellow who had done countless disgusting things should be able to live to a ripe old age.

The more cunning and shrewd a person is, the more they tend to prefer young people with pure hearts; this is almost a rule.

"Yun Ce, bring me back a living soldier—"

Cao Kun heard Yun Ce's order to attack, so he grabbed the iron railing and shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping Yun Ce could hear him.

Yun Ce couldn't hear anything. He had just entered that strange place when he was surrounded by three enemy cavalrymen. The Gui Fang cavalrymen were very distinctive. They didn't ride Thunder Smoke Beasts or Great Horned Horses, but terrifying wild bulls. These beasts were much larger than Thunder Smoke Beasts. The Gui Fang people also stuck knives into the horns of these war bulls and wore iron shoes on their hooves. When they ran, the earth shook.

With a single strike, the war bull sent Yun Ce flying more than ten meters away. When he stood up, he found that his thirty-man squad had been torn to pieces by the charge of the three massive, mountain-like war bulls.

It was almost a one-sided massacre. Yun Ce watched helplessly as the warrior who liked to fight alongside him was crushed by the bodies of two war bulls passing by, his bones broken and his tendons snapped, turning into a pile of mud when he landed.

It's obvious that they're waiting for the old steward to send out his elite troops away from the cover of the wagon formation so they can launch an attack. Once they eliminate Yun Ce's elite force, they can rely on the brute force of the war bulls to push the wagon formation aside and win in one fell swoop while the enemy has lost a large number of elite troops.

(End of this chapter)