My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 642: The Golden Sword Strikes the Ground, Clinking

North of Mondogo.

The dusk in the sky was setting, and there was fierce fighting in the fields and mountains. Everywhere were soldiers of the Xia Kingdom, Sakpruit people, and the vassal troops of the Sakpruit Empire.

The hysterical shouts and screams shook people's eardrums. Geraldt was wounded several times and ran away on his horse, covering his bleeding abdomen. Behind him were his personal cavalry guards, only more than a hundred of them, who followed him and fled to the northeast.

Behind him, there was a man and a horse, holding Yu Wang's Spear, chasing him, covered in blood.

The Second Legion of Conquerors, which was engaged in the battle, was breached in the rear and its commander was killed and fled. No one on the front line had the confidence to continue fighting. Many soldiers abandoned the opposing Seres army and fled across the plain.

The fleeing Gerald had no courage to fight anymore. The General Ceres who was chasing him was like a monster. Not only did he possess divine power, but he also had superb martial arts. He couldn't defeat him, and he was still chasing him madly from behind.

Only by rushing to the central battlefield, contacting Lanmalok, and joining forces with the other party, can we perhaps defeat or kill this General Ceres.

He galloped for more than ten miles, thinking about how to join forces with Lanmalok. In his peripheral vision, he seemed to see a headless corpse lying in the weeds in front of him.

On the battlefield, corpses were everywhere, but the armor they were wearing looked familiar.

Lanmaroc!

The moment the warhorse approached, Gerald's eyes fell on the corpse. He saw the other's clothes clearly and took a breath.

He immediately thought of the general Ceres who was chasing him from the east.

Then, Lanmarok died here again, and the central battlefield in the east...

When he thought of this, the hairs on his armor stood up. The next moment, Gerald suddenly pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and galloped towards the north.

Almost at the same time, on the central battlefield, the two 30,000 glorious legions that had lost their commanders and legion flags were forced back by the Qingzhou Army and the Yuezhou Army on the opposite side, losing several key points in succession.

Fast, the cavalry captain of the Glorious Fifth Legion, led the heavy cavalry to try to save the situation. He broke through the first line of defense of the Yuezhou Army and headed straight for the center formation where Han Xin and Su Chen were.

Then, the soldiers of the Shenji Camp, commanded by Liu Sheng, used thunder and fire guns to break up the heavy cavalry formation in one round.

Xu Chu, one of the commanders of the Tiger Guard Battalion, personally led two hundred armored soldiers forward, replaced their halberds, took out their Mo Daos and formed a formation, and chopped down the heavy cavalry that had lost their dense formation one by one!

The 3,000 light cavalrymen following behind wanted to rescue them, but were cut off in the middle by Xiang Yu, who came in through the side gate and led more than a thousand Julu Lie. The commander named Fast retreated in panic with only dozens of cavalrymen.

The most threatening cavalry in the entire central battlefield lost the command of Lanmalok, could not control its impulse and was defeated here.

For the rest of the situation, there was no obstacle for Lu Bu's Wolf Cavalry. He and Subutai's Qiexue Army cooperated well, like two torrents forming a circle, embracing the entire battlefield.

Lu Bu came from the south to reinforce, galloping all the way, and his warhorse was actually in a state of exhaustion. Lu Bu was no longer as stubborn and face-conscious as he was before. Compared with these empty things, he cherished the cavalry he had trained himself and these warhorses more.

Throughout the battlefield, he led the Wolf Cavalry but did not serve as the main force. He only contained and suppressed the counterattack of the fleeing and scattered barbarian soldiers.

The Qiexue Army, which was the main force, no longer suppressed the urge to fight.

"Warriors of the prairie!"

"Soaring Eagle——"

"Running Wolf!"

Subutai was no longer young. He rode on horseback, wielding a scimitar, and galloping across the plains with his three thousand Qiexue troops. His old voice seemed to have returned to his youth, roaming the Mongolian grasslands.

The goshawk looked down at the earth and saw two streams of dust running in circles, embracing the gradually retreating Glorious Legion in the middle.

Half an hour.

Divide, encircle, and coordinate the advance of the Qingzhou and Yuezhou armies to tear apart the enemy's formation.

In an instant, the mountains and plains were filled with fleeing figures.

……

The sun in the west turned from dim to bright red.

Under the three-headed dragon banner of the Sakprut Empire, Lancelot, who was reinforcing the southern front, led his Judgment Legion across the border of Ophiro and was heading towards Mondogo.

Arthur's strategy, with the assistance of Gawain and Merlin, was to use the people of Sakpruit to wear down the army of Ceres, and deliberately create smoke to allow Lanmalok, Geraint, and Gareth to lead nine legions to raid the main force of Emperor Ceres.

He was stationed near the border, waiting for the latest news.

However, just after noon, news came. At first, it only said that the people of Ceres had seen through Arthur's plan and the opponent's main force was ready.

Since they were prepared, retreat was obviously impossible. The Seres cavalry would definitely chase them along the way, and once they were entangled, it would be difficult to get rid of them.

It's a loss, but it doesn't mean we have to fight the opponent head-on.

Lancelot also believed that the three men who had died once would be cautious, and they did not disappoint him. According to the news coming from later, the three men were evenly matched with Ceres' army.

If this situation continues for a few days, the number of wounded in the Seris army will increase day by day, and without reinforcements, it will be difficult to sustain a sustained battle.

It seems that everything is moving in the right direction.

But by the evening of the afternoon, when the latest news reached him, Lancelot's long beard was trembling slightly.

The battlefield stretched for eighty miles, and fighting was raging all over the mountains, but he was killed by one man and one horse and escaped.

"Lanmarok!"

Muttering the name, Lancelot cursed again on horseback, the 100,000 troops that Arthur had prepared for him were actually forced to flee alone by a single man and a single horse!

The central battlefield is the most critical place in this war. Once we are defeated here, the east and west sides will be cut off and be eaten away bit by bit by the Seris army.

At that time, the city of Euphronoma will face the army of the Seres.

After walking for a while, Lancelot took a sip of water on horseback. He was originally good-tempered, but he couldn't help but start muttering and cursing Lanmalok again.

“Lanmarok is a glorious knight. Where is his vision, strategy, and his heroic and invincible fighting skills?
Nine legions, 100,000 soldiers... How could the battlefield be run like this! "

Lancelock gripped the reins tightly, looking towards the south with anger in his eyes.

He knew what the Seris army on the opposite side was like, but he didn't know how powerful the Chinese generals who led the army were in the past.

When he was about 120 miles away from Mondogo, scouts came one after another from the south.

"Commander, we have lost the battle in the central area!"

"Gareth is fleeing on the Eastern Front!"

"Captain Geraldt from the west is heading this way!"

One piece of news after another fell in front of Lancelot like snowflakes. The marching army stopped and he sat on his horse with a shocked expression on his face.

He was not surprised at the fighting strength of the Seris army, but was surprised that Lanmalok and his three men were defeated so quickly!

"Where are the Lanmaroks?"

"Killed... killed!" a scout answered hesitantly.

"what!"

Lancelot roared in anger and almost fell off his horse. Fortunately, a personal soldier rushed over and steadyed him, but Lancelot pushed the personal soldier away.

He drew out the knight's long sword that he was carrying.

"Go back and organize the defeated soldiers immediately. We must set up defenses. Tell Gareth and Gerald not to move north. Organize the army and fight back immediately!"

One by one, the messenger cavalrymen, carrying his orders, galloped away.

The Judgment Legion here also received orders and quickly set up a defensive array on the field.

The sky in the west gradually darkened.

"Warrior of Sakprut!" Lancelot turned around and trotted in front of the formation. The sword in his hand collided with the spears that were stretched out, making a "clinking" sound.

"Defend against the Ceres!"

Behind him were the soldiers of the two legions, densely packed into two large formations. They gripped their weapons tightly and roared in the loudspeakers: "Fight!" Soon, Lancelot saw the first wave of fleeing soldiers of the Glorious Legion. He ordered his cavalry to go up and shout to calm the panicked soldiers down and reorganize the team.

Some soldiers stopped and looked at the Judgment Legion in front of them in confusion, while some of them seemed to have lost their nerves and continued to charge towards this side hysterically.

Also coming along were more battle reports from the front lines.

"We have discovered the Celis army in the east. They are making a detour and heading straight for this battlefield. We can't find Commander Gareth anymore. We don't know where he is."

As the scout spoke, now to the east.

Many Qingzhou soldiers ran wildly, discarding their heavy shields and spears that affected their running, and only raised their ring-handled swords, opened their mouths wide, and breathed hard.

As they ran, they swung their swords to kill the slow-moving fleeing soldiers in front of them. After clearing a path, they continued to chase in the northwest direction.

In the crowd, there was an old general, riding a horse with a sword in hand, holding the enemy general's head in one hand and dragging a purple gold sword in the other, with blood stains dripping from his gray beard.

He rode at full speed on horseback, skillfully commanding the three battalions of Qingzhou and Yuezhou troops to continue advancing.

"The enemy has not been annihilated yet, you men must not stop." His beard was puffed up, and his voice echoed at the foot of the mountain, "We will go down in history today!"

A light suddenly flashed on the veteran's body.

Secret technique: Stay strong even when old!

"kill!"

All around, the soldiers of the two armies, who had been running for more than ten miles, suddenly became excited, and their speed, which had originally slowed down due to fatigue, accelerated again.

……

"Report to the legion commander... three cavalry units of the Seris are advancing at high speed towards us!"

……

Central battlefield.

Lu Bu, Subutai, and Xiang Yu led their respective cavalry and turned into three sharp arrows and ran wildly in the middle road. In addition to the defeated soldiers of the Glorious Legion, there were also many Qingzhou and Yuezhou soldiers running around.

……

"Not good. Legion Commander Gerald just sent someone over here. He is being hunted by a Seris general who has been chasing him for more than seventy miles. He is almost here."

……

On the western battlefield, the soldiers of the Qingzhou Army and the Yuezhou Army had already been influenced by the Du Zheng Cavalry, and they could fight and kill the enemy even without command.

As they tore through the barbarian army in front of them, they heard that one of their own generals was chasing the barbarian commander alone. They immediately ignored the battlefield and rushed north.

……

Lancelot was in a state of complete paralysis as he listened to the report. However, before he could come to his senses, a scout from the northeast rode up to him in a panic.

"To the northeast, we spotted an army. They seem to be Samos and Celis!"

The direction the scout pointed to was exactly the direction where An Lushan, Anuhu, Adal and Budares' troops had gone. After they had set fire to tens of thousands of fanatical Sakpruits in the valley, they then dealt with the remaining fanatical civilians outside the valley.

Only then did he have time to rush back, and on the way he learned that the entire battlefield had been mobilized, and his own army was counterattacking and surrounding Sakprut's army.

"The time has come to make achievements and be granted a title of nobility!" An Lushan led the Yiluohe cavalry composed of more than one hundred of his righteous sons, while the Samos and raw slave soldiers behind him followed closely and ran, creating a huge vibration.

……

The sky grew darker.

The three-headed dragon flag and the judgment flag fluttered in the wind.

There were scouts around who kept returning with intelligence. Lancelot opened his mouth slightly, staring into the distance absentmindedly, as if he had seen countless dust particles surrounding him.

He suddenly lost consciousness, his whole body was shaking, and he murmured in a lost voice.

"We have created countless miracles, but we are unable to shake the other side..."

"Lancelot!"

Gerald was in a dishevel. He led dozens of his personal guards and rode towards this side from the west, with a look of panic on his face.

"Help me stop the Seris people chasing us!"

Here, Lancelot turned his head expressionlessly, his eyes passing by Geraint who was riding a Pegasus, and fell on a knight behind him who was covered in blood and holding a strange long weapon.

He had no intention of taking action, but raised his hand.

"Withdraw from the battlefield immediately!"

As the commander of the legion, what he had to do was to ensure that the entire army returned safely to Nongma City, rather than relying on the two legions in his hands to fight against Ceres.

"Lancelot, what are you doing?!"

Gerald heard the other side's order to withdraw, and seeing that the originally defensive formation was slowly moving and starting to change direction, he rushed to the other side in excitement.

"You back down from the battle..."

Before he could finish his words, Lancelot glanced at him calmly and then raised his hand.

Snapped!
A slap hit Geraldt in the face, knocking his helmet off and causing him to fall off his horse.

Lancelot didn't even look at him, turned around and shouted: "Retreat!"

The army changed its formation and retreated in an orderly manner, but a thunderous sound was heard in the rear.

The three Seres cavalrymen left behind the infantry and the fleeing soldiers of the Glorious Legion and rushed over like a tide. On the right side of the Wolf Riders, Lü Bu rode on a Feiyan Hongyun horse and dragged a Fang Tian Huaji. "Barbarians, do you recognize the Great Xia Lü Bu, Lü Fengxian!"

In the middle, Subutai was running, drawing his bow and shooting several arrows at high speed. Several soldiers of the Judgment Legion who were retreating in front had no time to raise their shields to block, and were all shot in the face.

The brown warhorse under him leaped up and jumped over the corpses below. The Qiexue soldiers behind him drew double swords from their backs and charged forward towards the organized barbarian army in front.

On the right side, Xiang Yu, wearing a cloak and silver armor, came with the Qiexue army. He brought a thousand Julu Lie and Long Ju as his deputy general. They circled from the right and slammed into the retreating army.

He opened his mouth, swung his city-breaking halberd, his pupils were filled with murderous intent, and he roared, "Kill—"

"kill!"

Along with him roared a solitary figure. He rode alone past Lü Bu on the left and quickly penetrated the resisting soldiers. His voice resounded in the air: "I have taken the leader of this thief general!"

Gerald, who was wounded several times, felt the fierce murderous intent in the chaos.

He turned sideways on his horse and looked back. General Seris, his body stained with blood, was riding his horse through a sea of ​​blood and corpses, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

Then, like the ghosts of the dead on the battlefield, they instantly drew closer!
"Leave your head behind!"

The roar of a tiger instantly drowned out the sounds of fighting around. Li Cunxiao jumped from his horse, passed over the heads of several people, and smashed down on the head of Gerald over there with a spear!
"Ah!" Gerald swung his sword.

King Yu's long spear touched the sword, and with a bang, the sword was pressed directly onto Gerald's head. The next moment, the whole head sank downward, the neck broke, and was smashed into the chest cavity.

The body fell from the horse.

In the chaos of the cavalry charging in all around, Lu Bu and Xiang Yu rushed in from the left and right, and then they saw a figure dismounting from his horse, holding a long spear and standing in front of the corpse.

"You are... Li Cunxiao?" Xiang Yu killed the barbarian soldier who ran past him with a casual halberd. He looked at the figure standing among the corpses like a devil, and remembered what Su Chen once said: 'The king is not as good as Xiang, and the general is not as good as Li.'

On the other side, Li Cunxiao, with disheveled hair, did not answer. He silently stuck his long spear into the ground, pulled out the Tang horizontal sword from his waist, leaned down staggeringly while holding the hilt, chopped off Gerald's head with one blow, and held it in his hand.

Then he stood up and looked across the battlefield filled with roaring shouts and blood, across the fleeing rout and the corpses scattered across the ground.

Li Cunxiao's mouth opened wide, his Adam's apple rolled, and he struggled to squeeze out a hoarse laugh.

Then, he laughed wildly, "Hahaha!" and threw the head in his hand into the sky.

(End of this chapter)