My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 627: The Storm of War
Panic shouts echoed through the streets.

The Sakpruit soldiers rushed down from the three city walls, fled in panic along the dilapidated streets of the city, and rushed towards the north gate.

The siege lasted only two hours when the battle lines on the city walls began to collapse. The intensity of the attack by the Seris army was something they had never seen before.

They had no fear of death at all, and pushed themselves directly onto the city wall despite the cold swords, bows and crossbows. The Sakpruit soldiers, who were already tormented by homesickness and family ties, finally couldn't bear it anymore and their nerves collapsed.

For them, there were provinces and big cities behind them, so it didn't matter at all that they defended the Satsuma city.

The feeling of collapse is contagious. Once someone's faith collapses and he turns around and flees the battlefield, this feeling will quickly spread to his comrades around him.

The Sakpruit soldiers who rushed down the city wall had no time to care about the emperor in the palace. They shouted and stabbed the officers who tried to stop them from leaving.

In the chaos, everyone was running wildly in the streets. Some soldiers even threw away the heavy shields in their hands. From time to time, they looked back and saw layers of people running, forming a larger torrent of fleeing soldiers.

Anyone who ran a little slower was pushed and pulled by those behind, and was swallowed up in the blink of an eye, and then carried in. On the city wall, the attacking Seres army spread down from three sides of the wall.

The soldier at the front killed the Sakpruit soldiers who were blocking the way, rushed to the city gate, and chopped the suspension rope with a knife, splashing sparks.

Soon, the drawbridge dropped and the city gate was pushed open. The two thousand Mongolian cavalry wandering outside waved their scimitars, made wild shouts, and rushed towards the city gate at high speed.

……

The huge chaos was still spreading. The troops stationed here were sent out and were then also caught up in the torrent of chaotic soldiers.

Occasionally, a few figures coming upstream, wearing the armor of the Sakprut army, ran in in a panic. At this time, there were not many soldiers left in the camp.

But there are still a few places guarded by soldiers.

The military camp of Sakpruit was built in imitation of the camps of the Roman period, with detailed divisions of soldier barracks, command tents, and logistics, but it also had a huge drawback.

A bird's eye view.

The leading soldier observed for a while with his peripheral vision, winked at his companions following on both sides, turned and walked towards the corner of the camp, where there was a tent guarded by five soldiers.

These five Sakprut soldiers were tall, wearing thin half-body armor, with muscular bodies, and each holding an axe.

One of them saw a few ordinary soldiers coming over, showed a vigilant look, and asked in Ophelia.

Among the soldiers who came over, the leader reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Qiang!"

The sword was unsheathed, and a cold light instantly flashed across everyone's eyes.

The guard who was about to ask questions suddenly leaned back, his head suddenly fell backwards, and a stream of blood spurted out from his neck.

Pei Min did not stop, he leaned forward and slid two steps. The sword tip that had just been swung out made a sword flower in his hand and wiped the neck of the second guard.

The three 'soldiers' following behind him drew their swords and knives in unison and rushed towards the remaining guards.

Swords were slashing and axes and spears were whistling. Pei Min simply turned his head to avoid the sweeping axes, without even looking at the barbarian guards, he lifted the curtain in front of him and strode in.

The tent was round in shape, with nothing furnished inside except for a faded, worn blanket spread in the middle. On the blanket was an old man with gray hair hanging down his shoulders, sitting cross-legged in tattered robes.

"National Division!"

Pei Min shook the sword to get rid of the blood on it. He walked outside the blanket and raised his hands to the old man in the middle. "Pei Min from the Embroidered Clothing Division, come and rescue the Imperial Master from his predicament!"

After saying that, he swung the ancient sword in his cupped hand with a humming sound, and the two iron chains that tied the old man's arms broke with two bangs and fell to the ground.

The old man in the middle of the blanket slowly opened his eyes.

The yin-yang lines on his forehead relaxed, and a smile gradually appeared on his old face: "I have finally waited for you to come. Your Majesty is here too?"

"I'm here, waiting for the Imperial Master outside the city!"

Pei Min sheathed the ancient sword, tore off the tent cloth hanging nearby, and draped it over the old man's shoulders.

"Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Zhang Jue stood up on his knees and looked at the end of the broken chain, where a red stone was embedded.

He was trapped here because of this thing.

"Let's go, Commander Pei."

"There is chaos and war outside. I will escort the imperial teacher back to Your Majesty first." Pei Min was still quite respectful to Zhang Jue, the hero of the late Han Dynasty. He took the lead and walked to the front to lift the curtain.

"No!"

Zhang Jue walked past him and out of the big tent. He bent his right hand slightly into a claw, and an arc of electricity suddenly bounced out and hit the back of a guard who was fighting with a master of the Embroidered Uniform Division a few steps away.

There was a flash of bluish-white lightning, and the guard instantly stiffened and trembled, and his whole body was charred in an instant.

"I have one more thing to do!"

"What's the matter?" Pei Min hurriedly chased after him.

Zhang Jue did not answer him, but walked forward and went out of the military camp. On the way, some Sakprut soldiers rushed towards him, but they were all slapped away by his electric palm.

……

To the north of Harabitos, waves of defeated soldiers were running across the wilderness.

Mixed in with them was a fairly well-organized army, but they did not dare to display their flags and just kept moving forward.

Behind him was a huge city on fire, with a lot of shouting and screaming in the Seris language chasing after him.

The team was terrified and did not dare to stop at all.

As for the emperor's guards, the soldiers marched in panic with their heads lowered and many stains on their faces. After this huge chaos, they no longer had much energy left in them.

At the slightest sign of trouble, they would open their eyes wide and vigilantly, looking around or behind them.

Guarded in the center was Sakprut, the emperor of the empire. He was riding on a tall warhorse with a gloomy face.

He was hurriedly taken out of the palace by Lancelot, and he didn't even have time to change into armor. He was only wearing a purple robe, and the crown on his head that symbolized the emperor had fallen somewhere. He looked quite embarrassed at this moment.

"What's the situation in the rear now? Is there any news coming back?"

"There is still no news from the scouts we sent out."

Riding beside him was the Knight of Judgment Lancelot, who looked okay and not in a bad state.

"Your Majesty, we should stop now, gather all the scattered soldiers, and reorganize the team."

"No, the Seris cavalry must be chasing us from behind. If we stop, they will surely be dispersed again."

Sackpruit waved his hand to reject Lancelot's proposal. At this time, he wanted to ask Gawain's opinion, but the other party was in the crowd and didn't seem to want to speak.

He roughly understood that Gawain was angry with him, but at this moment, the other party actually brought in personal emotions, which made Sackpruit feel a little angry.

No distinction between public and private!

Then, he stopped looking at the other person and turned his gaze to the Prophet Moses. Next to the old man was a knight wearing full body armor and an iron mask and helmet. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but Sakprut knew who this was.

——Thunder Knight Bedivere!
Over there, the prophet Moses, who was also riding a horse, opened his eyes slightly and said softly: "Let the soldiers rest for a while. It will take a long time for the Seris to eliminate so many rebels. By the time they find us, we will have rested enough and may have left here." Seeing that Moses also agreed with Lancelot's proposal, Sakpruit had to nod and sigh.

……

At this time, five miles to the east of where they dismounted to rest, a cavalry was galloping towards them. On top of the galloping war horses was Xiang Yu, wearing a silver armor cloak and holding a city-breaking halberd. As he ran, his loose hair was flying backwards.

Behind him were five hundred Julu Lie. This elite cavalry was advancing in dense masses, their iron hooves trampling the ground, making a deafening sound of horse hooves.

There was a strong murderous intent in Xiang Yu's eyes!
In front, the Sakpruit soldiers who escaped from the defeat in the city became even more confused when they saw the galloping Seres cavalry, but they still subconsciously took the initiative to avoid this cavalry.

There were also some unlucky Sakpruit soldiers who did not have time to run away, and were directly knocked away by the group of war horses, caught under the iron hooves, and their bodies were crushed and scattered all over the ground.

In the direction where Julu Lie was going, there were scouts from the Sakprut Army. When they saw this cavalry charging towards them, they rushed towards the direction of the Emperor's Guards Corps with fear on their faces.

"Enemy attack! The Seres cavalry is charging here!"

A high-pitched, terrified voice rang out.

In the distance, among the troops who were resting, the tired soldiers hurriedly picked up their weapons and stood up after hearing the orders and faint shouts.

Most people had expressions of fear on their faces. Noisy, screaming voices rang out hastily. The centurion issued an order to resist. Some people stepped forward to form a formation, while others retreated and ran away.

"See them!" someone shouted.

"Form a formation, quickly form a formation, they are coming!"

In front, the charging Seres cavalry made the earth tremble with the rumbling sound of their iron hooves.

A group of black cavalry tore through the sunlight and charged directly towards this side, their cloaks fluttering in the wind, their mighty bodies on horseback, holding long spears, and their speed increased again.

"Take His Majesty away, I will hold out here!"

They stepped forward to form a battle array. The Sakprut soldiers in the middle were trembling as they held their spears. When they saw the Seris cavalry coming with the momentum of thousands of troops, some of them wanted to escape from the battle array, but were chopped down by a knight named Lanmalok. He stood forward with an axe in his hand. Facing the Seris army that was as ferocious as beasts, he became excited.

“No matter how powerful a beast is, it will fall.”

Lanmalok weighed the axe in his hand, and in his sight, the cavalry was sweeping in like a tide.

Without any extra words, he took a step forward and ran across the field to meet General Seris on the opposite side.

Under the bright sky, the roaring black horse rushed to the front. When Xiang Yu on horseback saw the oncoming figure, he did not get excited about fighting, but instead let out a loud shout.

"——Barbarian, who gave you the courage to approach me?"

The city-breaking halberd suddenly rose up, and Xiang Yu opened his arms, whistling and roaring, like a dragon's roar, and slashed forward angrily -

……

On the plain, knights such as Sakprut and Lancelot, who had no time to rest, fled in a panic with only more than 5,000 people.

He looked tired and his eyes were bloodshot.

He had been fleeing on horseback since leaving the city, and his physical strength had reached its limit. Just as he had expected, the Seris people had made way to the north and must have ambushed their army here.

I just don't know if the Glorious Knight Lanmalok can delay the Seris cavalry.

Fortunately, during the retreat, no Seris troops came to chase them, and soon the scattered troops returned to the team.

This made Sakpruit feel much more at ease.

He had never suffered such a defeat as today. All along, he had relied on these experienced knights and generals to sweep across the West. Even the most intense war had never made him feel as uncomfortable as he did at this moment.

"It doesn't matter. My land and people are still here. When I return, I can organize a huge army and fight a decisive battle with Ceres!"

On horseback, Sakprut thought with gritted teeth, and then he looked at the surrounding terrain on horseback. There were forests and hills around.

‘call’

He reined in his horse and suddenly laughed. He said to Lancelot, Gawain, Bedivere and others who were puzzled, "Look here. If the people of Ceres had set up the ambush here, we would have no chance of escaping with so many soldiers."

Sakprut was on horseback, pointing his sword at the surrounding terrain and laughing.

"Emperor Ceres is still young after all. He may be able to come up with some sinister tricks, but he doesn't take advantage of such a good battle situation!"

Lancelot and others followed the emperor and looked around. It was just as he said. If the previous Seris cavalry was left here, they would not have much chance of escaping.

"Your Majesty, it is better to say less." Gao Wen couldn't help but speak among the crowd.

"Haha, we've already come here. Even if the Seris cavalry wants to catch up, it's probably too late."

As soon as Sakpruit finished his words, there was a gust of wind blowing in his face and the noisy chirping of birds.

With a smile on his face, he subconsciously looked towards the woods in front of him. Flocks of birds flew out of the woods and circled in the sky.

The next second, the sound of thunderous hooves rang out.

A cavalry group leapt out of the woods on horseback, holding spears and wielding swords, charging towards this side.

The sun shines across the earth.

A fiery red warhorse, a painted halberd, and a figure wearing a golden crown on his hair are galloping in the front. His awe-inspiring eyes are filled with surging fighting spirit. He hangs up the halberd and takes out the precious bow, with an arrow on the bowstring, and the horse's back rises and falls.

Lu Bu's mouth slightly opened up: "Here!"

Secret skill: shooting halberd from the gate!
The strings made a bang!
"Your Majesty, be careful!" Lancelot rode forward, blocking Sackpruit, who had a frozen smile on his face, behind him, and drew his sword.

Secret technique: fair judgment!
The arrow that was about to arrive suddenly became powerless and fell limply from mid-air to the ground.

The moment the arrow landed on the ground, the rumbling sound of horse hooves approached rapidly, and the long weapon was swung open and slashed fiercely out from Lu Bu's hand.

Lancelot jumped off his horse and floated backwards. Then with a puff, Lancelot's mount was split in half and flew to the left and right.

The next moment, a large mass of cavalry, like a long dragon, rushed into the crowded soldiers. The weapons collided with each other with a bang, and the weapons stabbed into the flesh and rubbed against the armor, and blood and sparks kept flashing and splashing.

A figure wearing a flowery robe and beast-faced armor rushed into the crowd at lightning speed, swinging a painted halberd, knocking down the forest of guns.

"How dare you, a worthless person like you, stop me——"

With a roar, the horse's hooves stomped down heavily, stepping over a screaming body. The scarlet cloak spread out with a swish, and with both arms exerting force suddenly, the painted halberd made a loud bang, knocking an armored knight away.

At this moment, there was a loud thunder and a bolt of lightning struck the Fang Tian Huaji.

Sparks flew.

Lu Bu, holding a painted halberd, flew backwards from his horse's back. The moment his feet landed on the ground, the ground sank.

In front of him, there was a knight wearing full body armor, like an airtight tin can, holding an extremely long spear, with arcs of electricity flashing all over his body.

a moment.

The other party raised his spear and shouted something that Lu Bu couldn't understand: "Father, help me!"

Thunder rumbled above the clouds.

(End of this chapter)