Demon Lord Tang Dynasty

"Quickly, quickly, form ranks and block them!"

A heart-wrenching roar echoed across the sky.

At the command of their captain, the soldiers charged forward fearlessly.

"Anyone who gets in their way will die. Follow me and we'll tear them to shreds!"

Gao Yi's eyes flashed with cold light, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent.

In the era of cold weapons, the advantages of cavalry are self-evident; it is no exaggeration to call them the kings of the battlefield.

But cavalry is not a panacea.

The greatest advantage of cavalry is their mobility and striking power.

In open areas such as plains, once they charge, they are almost invincible.

However, if they enter the city, the terrain will restrict their movement, which will undoubtedly greatly affect their speed and impact.

Most importantly, Gao Yi's forces were not particularly large.

Only a little over a thousand riders.

Once the momentum falters, it can easily be intercepted.

Once the cavalry stops, the remaining forces in the city will swarm in, and they will instantly become fixed targets, lambs to the slaughter.

Therefore, this is a battle to the death.

You either tear your enemy apart or be torn apart by them; there is no third possibility.

Gao Yi will not allow anything to stand in his way until he has completely broken the enemy's backbone.

With his fingers forming a hand seal, Gao Yi's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he raised his palm and unleashed a powerful palm strike forward.

The Vajra Wheel Mudra is a branch of the Mahamudra school of Tantric Buddhism.

A Sui soldier who roared and charged at him was instantly torn to pieces.

The iron spear in his hand flew straight out.

Gao Yi pulled on the reins, and his steed neighed loudly, its front hooves leaping up as if it were about to take flight.

Gao Yi reached out with his right hand, and the iron spear in mid-air instantly fell into his palm. Without the slightest hesitation, he threw it forward.

"boom!"

The spear flew out like a cannonball, making a loud bang.

The barricades hastily erected by the Sui soldiers were instantly blasted into pieces.

All of this, which seems to take a long time, actually happens in the blink of an eye from beginning to end.

A small Sui army squad that had been blocking their way was completely wiped out.

But Gao Yi did not relax at all.

Although he did not know exactly how many troops Wuchuan City had.

But even if it's empty, the number of people will definitely be greater than his.

However, because Wuchuan City was large and drafty, the Sui army was deployed in various areas, forming a blocky distribution.

So his situation isn't actually that good, and time isn't on his side.

If the conflict drags on for too long, the Sui army will gradually stabilize, and the balance of victory will quickly tip in favor of the enemy.

"Follow me!"

Gao Yi would naturally not allow such a thing to happen.

Pulling on the reins, it charged forward, taking the lead.

The cavalry behind them shot out like arrows.

……

Wuchuan City, one of the famous Six Northern Garrisons, was an important northern town of the Northern Wei Dynasty and a crucial barrier against the Rouran.

Of course, these six towns, including Wuchuan, later became the source of turmoil, directly affecting the life of the Northern Wei dynasty and leading to its demise.

This also spurred the later Northern Zhou, Northern Qi, and even the present-day Sui Dynasty.

Of course, things change, and the world transforms.

The six northern towns, once filled with iron-bloodedness, slaughter, and heroism, have long since fallen into decline.

However, decades later, this city, which was almost reduced to ruins, has once again been stained with war and shrouded in blood.

Due to defensive issues, the soldiers stationed in Wuchuan City were quite scattered.

This is actually a huge disadvantage under normal city defense conditions, because it is impossible to gather strength.

Quite coincidentally, this indirectly restrained Gao Yi.

The Sui army in Wuchuan City was like a bunch of nails scattered throughout the city.

Pulling out nails isn't difficult, but pulling them out one by one obviously takes a lot of time.

However, Gao Yi doesn't have much time right now, and the forces at his disposal don't allow him to divide his troops for battle.

The best way to deal with this situation is naturally to strike at the heart of the matter and capture the leader.

However, Gao Yi was not very familiar with the situation in Wuchuan City, and he did not know the exact location of the commander's tent.

Besides, by now, even if the enemy's command is slow to react, they should know of his arrival and wouldn't be standing still.

Even if the other party were to remain motionless in the command tent, Gao Yi had no intention of heading there.

The commander of the Sui army that marched north was Luo Fang, the adopted son of Yang Lin.

Luo Fang is now heading towards Yinshan Baiguan, leaving only a deputy commander to command here.

A mere deputy commander was of no interest to Gao Yi.

He changed his plans and risked his life to enter Wuchuan, not for a mere deputy commander.

There is an incredibly valuable thing in Wuchuan City today.

Not to mention a deputy commander, even including Luo Fang who left, or even the 20,000 Sui soldiers he led, they couldn't compare.

Gao Yi's gaze was sharp as he stared intently at the flag fluttering in the sky.

Gao Yi had no need to know where the Sui army's command camp was in Wuchuan City.

Because here, there is a true heart that has always been out in the open and has never been moved.

"Kill! Follow me and seize the flag!"

The iron cavalry charged wildly, and the Sui army appeared to block their way more and more frequently.

The number of soldiers behind Gao Yi was also decreasing rapidly.

But the speed of the cavalry charge did not decrease in the slightest.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and a murderous aura filled the air; the remaining soldiers had long since gone mad with rage.

Of course, this frantic attack was not without its effects.

Gao Yi's troops had already approached within a hundred paces of the commander's banner.

Of course, the Sui army's resistance also became increasingly fierce.

"kill!"

Gao Yi pressed his tongue against his palate and let out a loud groan.

The muscles and bones inside his body resonated, like a sleeping beast that had been fully awakened at this moment.

From the moment he set his goal, he knew this battle wouldn't be easy.

This is a real, deadly battle; it's a contest of who's tougher and more ruthless.

Gao Yi clenched his fist and slammed it forward.

This punch did not use any internal energy, but was purely physical strength.

His long-term absorption of the Blood Pill has elevated his physique to a terrifying level.

The generation of true energy from the outside in is not a simple statement; it represents reaching the limit in one aspect.

Moreover, Gao Yi's improvement is not just like some hard skills, which involve strengthening the skin, muscles, and bones.

His improvement is an overall enhancement of his qi, blood, muscles, and other aspects.

In Taoist terms, it means that when one's essence is full, one's vital energy is generated, and it even implies a kind of physical sanctification.

"How dare you, you Turkic Tartars, prepare to die!"

Just as Gao Yi led his iron cavalry to carve out a path forward.

A furious roar suddenly erupted.

Gao Yi was not surprised. If the garrison commander of Wuchuan City still hadn't reacted by this point, then he would truly be useless.

The roar had barely faded when a burst of energy slammed fiercely towards him.

It was an iron rod exuding a menacing aura.

The force of the staff swept through the air, and a howling sound, like a dragon's roar or a tiger's howl, rang out from the staff.

"Dragon-Binding Staff!"

Gao Yi's pupils contracted.