The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Starting from the Bodyguard

Chapter 262 Killing the Bandit Leader in Front of Ten Thousand People
The air, carrying the stench of blood, felt thick and sticky.

When Qiu Qianzhang leaped onto the hilltop, his face was even paler than that of the zombie-like Xiao Xiangzi. He had traveled all over the country, swindling and deceiving, and was knowledgeable in many ways, but he had never encountered a cavalry charge or a battle. He thought that if his martial arts reached the level of his second brother Qiu Qianren, he would be able to roam the world without fear. However, what he had just witnessed overturned his understanding of martial arts.

Despite his cultivation being no less than his second brother's, the Golden Wheel Monk could only flee like a stray dog ​​before the iron cavalry surging in like a tidal wave. Darba managed to hold out for one round, nearly being crushed into a bloody pulp. As the iron cavalry advanced, more and more people were swept up, their screams echoing through the mountains and fields.

Qiu Qianzhang's body trembled, but his mind was quite active and constantly expanding. The Song Dynasty was no match for the Jin cavalry, and the Jurchens, who were once invincible, were no match for the Mongol cavalry.

This world will ultimately belong to Mongolia.

As long as we firmly align ourselves with Huodu, there is much that can be accomplished.

"Hoo!" Qiu Qianzhang let out a heavy breath, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions. He plunged into the forest, risking his life to reach the place where the Chaya Mountain Iron Cavalry had slaughtered him. He smeared his body with blood, then ran wildly into the forest to join Huo Du.

……

Huo Du, Xiao Xiangzi, Ma Xiuping, Ran Tianshi and others fled up the hill. The pale-faced Mongolian prince turned around and saw the cavalry still advancing like a gray tide, crushing everything in their path with unstoppable force.

Matthew's cheek muscles twitched as he stared blankly at the armored cavalry below. He was from Xixia and recognized their equipment as that of the "Iron Falcons."

"What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, Huo Du's voice came from beside Matthew Ping's ear.

Matthew Ping sighed and said, "We failed to protect the prince properly."

"No, you did very well. If it weren't for your and Xiao Xiangzi's alertness, I might have perished under the iron cavalry." Huo Du said this, then suddenly remembered that it was Qiu Qianzhang who had given the first warning. He hurriedly asked, "Where is Mr. Qiu?"

The group searched around and saw a figure slowly walking towards them from the distant mountains, covered in blood.

"Mr. Qiu?" Huo Du was taken aback and leaped forward, asking, "What's wrong, sir?"

Qiu Qianzhang said, "I am relieved to know that the young prince is well. The troops were scattered, and I was worried about your safety. I searched around and fought with that cavalry."

"Cough cough..."

Huo Du was deeply moved by Qiu Qianzhang's words and hurriedly asked, "Sir, are you injured?"

"It's alright, it's all the enemy's blood. Little Prince, can you see the Dharma King? I want to save the Dharma King, but I'm surrounded."

Before Huo Du could answer, a scream of agony suddenly rang out. He and Qiu Qianzhang looked up together and saw a figure leap out from the forest below like a leopard. The light of the blade in his hand was like a thunderbolt, and the head of a minor leader of Tongbai Mountain who was fleeing up the mountain flew high into the air with the force of the blade.

Following closely behind, countless figures emerged from the mountains and forests. A woman wielding a large spear fiercely pursued and thrust, instantly knocking several people to the ground. A woman in black moved like a ghost, her palms spinning wherever she went, and one after another, figures screamed and fell out.

A shocking rain of blood suddenly exploded in Huo Du's sight. A burly man, around forty years old, cleaved a leader of Tongbai Mountain in two with a single stroke. The man's blade flashed like a roaring tornado, and as he advanced, blood and flesh splattered, leaving chilling streaks in the air.

Qiu Qianzhang's gaze fell on the woman in black. He was astonished. How could his third sister be among this group? He recalled that Qiu Qianchi had once stayed at Chaya Mountain. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. Could it be that this entire group was from Chaya Mountain? What if his third sister recognized her? Wouldn't they be in trouble?

"Little Prince, let's go."

Huo Du instinctively followed Qiu Qianzhang's advice. He turned and ran, with Qiu Qianzhang following and Xiao Xiangzi and others protecting him. The group retreated into the depths of Tongbai Mountain like stray dogs.

Behind him, Qiu Qianchi, Wang Kui, Mu Nianci, Liang Xiaowu, and other elites from Zhenwei, Fu'an, and Chaya Mountain unleashed their most surging killing intent. Behind the caravan, Chaya Mountain infantry advanced across the mountains and plains.

……

The "Jade Lion Under the Night" sped along at breakneck speed, bending the flowers and grass along the roadside. The Golden Wheel Monk was defeated, and Zhou Yan pursued closely behind Liu Qianfeng and Zhang Xiaoyue, the leaders of Tongbai Mountain.

The "Jade Lion Under the Night" was getting further and further away from the cavalry, and closer and closer to Liu Qianfeng.

Seeing this, Yang Miaozhen was about to spur her horse to chase after the mountain when Zhang Wangyue suddenly said, "Chief Yang, you mustn't."

"Why?"

"An army cannot be without a commander. My magnificent 'Charcoal Dragon Steed' is going to aid Brother Zhou."

Both Zhang Wangyue and Yang Miaozhen were well-versed in the "Military Treatise of Yue Fei," but when it came to applying military strategy and assessing the situation, Zhang Wangyue, a descendant of a military family, was far superior. He said, "The elite troops of Tongbai Mountain have all been lost, and the remaining forces are nothing but a rabble. The situation is hopeless, and the bandit leader will surely flee to Funiu Mountain. Leader Yang can send a small force to Tongbai Mountain while the main force attacks Funiu Mountain."

Yang Miaozhen immediately understood, "Brother Zhang is right."

Lu Beihe said, "I'm going to Tongbai Mountain."

“Brother Huyan, you and Brother Lu go together.”

"okay."

Zhang Wangyue gave these instructions, then spurred his horse and galloped away. The "Charcoal Dragon Steed," already excited by its armor and the smell of blood, neighed and darted forward like a black lightning bolt. Yang Miaozhen took out a command flag and began issuing orders and deploying troops.

In Zhou Yan's field of vision, Liu Qianfeng's figure began to grow larger and larger.

Before him were bandits, but Zhou Yan charged in like a dragon entering the sea, oblivious to his surroundings. He swung his heavy iron spear left and right, scattering blood and severed limbs like raindrops on both sides of the road.

Hearing increasingly shrill screams behind them, Liu Qianfeng and Zhang Xiaoyue turned around and saw a man and a horse rapidly approaching with unstoppable momentum.

"Third brother, stop him!" Zhang Xiaoyue said with a ferocious expression.

Dozens of riders turned their horses around and galloped toward Zhou Yan. Zhang Xiaoyue glanced at the gray tide in the distance and said to Liu Qianfeng, "Brother, I'm afraid the stronghold is doomed."

"To Funiu Mountain."

"it is good."

The cavalry thundered and galloped toward Dazhai in Funiu Mountain, which is adjacent to Tongbai Mountain.

In the tense atmosphere, Zhou Yan clashed head-on with dozens of mounted bandits who had intercepted him. He was dismissive; these mounted bandits from Tongbai Mountain, though seemingly fierce, were far inferior to the "Iron Hawks" he had encountered in Ganzhou.

With a clang, the Qingfeng sword was drawn. He held the sword in his left hand and the spear in his right, slashing and thrusting as he charged into the cavalry.

Ding ding ding ding…

Dozens of riders surrounded Zhou Yan and attacked, with more than ten sparks flying on either side of him, causing bandits to fall from their horses like rain.

"what"

A burly man roared and swung his sword down, but Zhou Yan's Qingfeng sword pierced through the blade in an instant, then withdrew like a phantom. The moment the man with the sword in his throat fell, Zhou Yan's right hand thrust his spear into the chest of another bandit. He didn't pull out the spear; one foot was in the stirrup, the other dangling in the air, employing a flying stirrup technique, his body leaning outwards. With a swift movement of his right hand, he caught two spears thrusting towards him, tucking them under his arm.

The two bandits exerted themselves powerfully, and the sword light emanating from Zhou Yan's left-hand Qingfeng sword was like a wave of cold flames flashing across the sky.

Blood spurted from his throat and burst into the air. As the two bandits charged forward, he swiftly grabbed the heavy iron spear from the bandit's corpse on the ground with his right hand.

The area in front of them was now empty; most of the dozens of riders had been killed.

"nice!"

Zhang Wangyue cheered, spurred his horse forward, and struck left and right with his copper cudgel, knocking the four bandits off their horses in the blink of an eye.

The three leaders of Tongbai Mountain, who were leading the troops to intercept them, shouted and jumped off their horses to flee.

"Where to go!"

Zhou Yan followed closely, and the three leaders, with their amazing horsemanship, stomped their feet on the horse's back, hooked their feet on the horse's belly, flipped it over, and thrust their spears back at him.

This counter-attack was truly stunning, and Zhou Yan couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent spear technique!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the air, clamped the gun between his legs, and exerted force with a scissor kick.

The leader screamed in agony, thrown off his horse by the overwhelming force emanating from the gun.

Zhou Yan landed on the three-headed leader's warhorse and killed the fallen opponent with a single thrust of his right spear.

Zhang Wangyue had already killed the last rider and rode up to him.

"This is the first time I've seen a bandit use the 'counterattack' tactic, but Brother Zhou's method of countering it is even more amazing."

Zhou Yan chuckled, "Adaptability is key; this 'counterattack' tactic is worth learning."

“That’s true.” Zhang Wangyue changed the subject. “The elite troops of Tongbai Mountain are gone, and the situation is hopeless. Brother Lu and Brother Huyan will attack over there, and Leader Yang will go to Funiu Mountain.”

"Excellent, keep the pressure on. Don't give them a chance to breathe. My brother and I will behead the bandit leader."

"happy!"

Zhou Yan stepped onto the pedals and landed backwards on the "Night-Shining Jade Lion," and the black and white riders chased after Liu Qianfeng and the others again.

……

The Funiu Mountains are characterized by their overlapping peaks, lush forests, flowing springs and waterfalls, and the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers. The majestic and the gentle nature blend together, and the rugged and the delicate are equally beautiful. However, this harmonious scene is shattered by the rapid sounds of horses' hooves and human voices.

"Who goes there? Dismount and stop."

"Open the gate quickly."

"It's Chief Liu from Tongbai Mountain."

Liu Qianfeng's face was contorted with rage. He had fled all the way here, relentlessly pursued by his enemies like leeches. His entire force had been wiped out, leaving him with only a dozen or so riders. Where did these monstrous figures come from?

"Fire arrows! Stop the cavalry behind!" Liu Qianfeng shouted hysterically.

The village, with a population of ten thousand, resounded with the roar of Liu Qianfeng and the loud sound of gongs.

As Zhou Yan saw the gate open and the other party about to gallop inside, his arm suddenly shot up explosively, the heavy iron spear in his hand flew out, and he also left his horse, his feet landing on the ground. He used the "Instant Thousand Miles" lightness skill, and his speed even surpassed that of the "Night-Shining Jade Lion".

The spear fell with a sharp, piercing sound. Liu Qianfeng yelled and lunged forward, the spear piercing the horse's back. With a chilling sound of flesh and bone splitting, the horse crashed to the ground.

Zhou Yan appeared behind Liu Qianfeng, who had just landed. Liu Qianfeng, wrapped in a fox fur coat, turned around and roared, shooting his prayer beads toward Zhou Yan.

The sharp sword light splashed out like moonlight, and the prayer beads scattered in all directions.

"Keng!"

A sharp sword rang out throughout the arena, arriving before Liu Qianfeng with a terrifying whooshing sound.

"puff!"

A flash of sword light, and blood splattered five steps away!
The bandits on the entire stockade wall fell silent instantly, as if time itself had frozen in that instant.

Liu Qianfeng looked down at the bloody hole that had pierced through his heart, his eyes showing a mixture of confusion and resentment. He was only a few dozen steps away from entering the village.

As he thought this, blood rushed to his lungs, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and fell backward.

(End of this chapter)