I have a cornucopia

Chapter 321 Myth
And right now.

To the west of Zhaochuan Fort, the Qing army, which was gathering to attack the Great Wall at the sound of trumpets, was also looking in astonishment at the hillside in front of them illuminated by the morning glow.

There were cavalrymen already lined up.

Countless cavalrymen formed a long formation on the grassy hillside, their armor reflecting the golden glow of the morning glow, like countless golden-armored heavenly soldiers, and in the front was a general riding a horse with a spear in hand, with a flag fluttering behind him. The next moment, accompanied by the sound of war drums, this general started charging first, followed by the cavalrymen in formation behind him, and the galloping charge of thousands of horses shook the early morning fields...

"Fight!"

Nikhan yelled anxiously.

Only a small number of his men had assembled, after all, everything happened too suddenly.

Because they had not expected to be attacked, and the Qing army had experienced siege and retreat last night, and it was already dark when they arrived here, and they had not had time to set up a real camp. They just set up tents in the wild with their own organization like nomads. Moreover, their war horses had to spend a long time eating grass due to lack of feed, so each cattle record had to leave enough distance between them to facilitate their war horses to eat grass around the camp. It can be said that they were extremely scattered, and now they were busy organizing their equipment and preparing to go east. This cavalry had obviously arrived at night, and more importantly, they occupied the high ground and charged down the hillside. The terrain allowed the running cavalry to advance without retreat, and they would sweep everything below like a pouring mountain torrent.

No need to even fight.

Just allowing these tens of thousands of war horses to charge down like this would be fatal to the scattered Qing army.

The Qing army is now in the most unfavorable situation, just like the Yan army at Chanhebi.

The only hope for Nikan was to rely on the thousands of cavalrymen gathered around him to block the oncoming torrent like a dam.

He could not think of anything else, and he also led the way, charging straight at the general with his spear between his legs, while the Qing army behind him also rushed forward. The two cavalry units quickly closed the distance in the wilderness illuminated by the morning glow and in the morning mist. The two commanders led the way and faced each other. Everyone was desperately urging their horses, their hooves crushing the green, and shouts resounding through the sky...

Soon the two sides were close enough for Nikan to see his opponent's face clearly.

a young man.

A young man he had never seen before.

Even the latter's armor looked ancient.

After all, he hadn't seen Ming army generals wearing old-style lamellar armor for several years. Now all Ming army generals were wearing new-style plate armor, and some even wore full-body plate armor, wrapping themselves like tin cans.

He looked at his opponent somewhat dazedly, but the spear in his hand was still pointed at his opponent.

The latter's spear was also pointed at him.

The horses of the two men were speeding up desperately, and their spears were swinging constantly during the gallop, aiming at the other side as much as possible, but the downward charge made the latter faster...

The spear that was shaking in Nikan's hand was adjusted a little too late at the last moment.

Just a little bit.

But it is the little bit that determines life and death.

At the moment when his spear passed through the opponent's ribs, the latter's spear pierced his chest. In his frozen astonishment, the cold spear pierced through his armor and his body in an instant with the speed of the collision, pushing him backwards. Then, as the opponent passed by him, the sharp bending of the spear shaft caused the spear blade to cut his chest, and then it ejected from his body with splattering blood.

And he too fell off his horse.

Then a torrent of cavalry came rushing in, and his last bit of consciousness was drowned by countless horse hooves.

The cavalrymen who also stepped over his body, also relied on the speed of the downward charge to fiercely crash into the Qing army who tried to stop them. The faster speed made their horses even knock over the Qing army's horses. The faster speed also made them advance without retreat. Even if the cavalrymen who were shot by arrows fell, their horses still rushed forward at full speed until they hit the enemy, knocking the enemy off their horses. Li Dingguo, who had just knocked down Nikan, continued to move forward unstoppably. He used the spear in his hand to continuously knock down the Qing army who tried to stop him. Even if the spear broke, he still replaced it with an iron whip and continued to charge. The 3,000 cavalrymen who could not be restrained quickly broke through the 1,000 Qing army who tried to stop them.

But it still didn't stop.

They couldn't stop either.

They were like a real mountain torrent, sweeping away the Qing army behind them which was still in chaos.

The Qing troops, who were still scattered in various camps and had no time to gather, knew very well that they would not be able to resist such an attack and could only flee desperately in a distant direction. Many of them did not even have time to mount their horses.

The cavalry marched forward at full speed, knocking over the scattered Qing troops who were blocking them and trampling them under their horses' hooves...

Lock Yang Pass.

"interesting!"

King Yang used a high-powered telescope to watch the battle, which was actually taking place nearly thirty miles away.

Of course, at such a distance he could not see the details of the battle. In fact, even with such a high-power telescope he could only see a rough idea. However, the combat effectiveness of Zhang Xianzhong's elite troops was indeed not bad. After all, it was they who were able to fight with our Qing Dynasty for many years. His failure could only be attributed to bad luck.

If Zhang Xianzhong had not died early, he and his men might have been able to hold on to the southwest.

and so……

"It's all life!"

King Yang sighed.

Of course, he was just appreciating it.

Because the Qing army has rushed up again.

Although the Qing army was terrified of him, the problem was that they had no other choice now!
The biggest problem they faced was not Yang Feng. Yang Feng was easy to deal with. Even if they couldn't beat him, couldn't they hide? They could just go around him when they saw him. But the problem was that there was no way to go around. In front of them was the Great Wall that stretched across the mountains and forests. It didn't just stretch across this area of ​​mountains and forests, but across all the mountains and forests they could see, and even further. Whether it was to the south or the north, it stretched on and on...

This is the Great Wall.

It stretches all the way to Laolongtou in the east, and it is even more terrifying in the west, stretching all the way to Jiayuguan.

There's no way around it.

Even if people can climb over the city wall, war horses cannot pass through.

This is the real function of the Great Wall. It is not really used to resist the enemy, and there are not so many soldiers defending the Great Wall. Its real function is to block the enemy, confine them to those passes, and then use the garrisons of the passes to resist.

So at this moment, the city gate behind Yang Feng is their only way to escape.

Rush forward and escape.

If they couldn't get through, then even if the Ming army didn't attack, they would be trapped here and starve to death.

Now, no matter how afraid they are of Yang Feng, they can only attack him. If they are beaten to death by him, they will die. If they cannot open Suoyang Pass and are trapped to death, they will also die.

"Kill, kill this monster!"

"Kill, open Suoyang Pass and return to Liaodong!"

……

The densely packed Qing army howled wildly, running as fast as they could along the mountain road that was already littered with corpses. And it was not just Yang Feng's side. There were Qing troops attacking in the mountains and forests on both sides, and the Sichuan soldiers on the Great Wall behind Yang Feng were constantly shooting them with their weapons. In the burning forest, the fire was spreading, and the pine trees turned into sky-high torches. The thick smoke spread downward with the wind, and from time to time, Qing soldiers covered in flames ran past Yang Feng's vision. He then turned around and grabbed something from the cornucopia, pulling it out with all his strength. The next moment, a huge steel pipe more than ten meters long and one meter in diameter flew out of it, and then, in the terrified eyes of the Qing army in front of him, it hit them like a mountain pressing down on their heads.

I don't know how many tons of steel pipe weighed, and it instantly smashed into a piece of blood and flesh. And it fell on the hillside.

The hillside is still very steep.

So it immediately rolled down, and the Qing army that was still charging below was so scared that they turned around and ran away.

But the steel pipe was behind them, rolling down the mountain, crushing everything in its way, and even jumping up because of pressing on the rocks. Of course, it became even more ferocious after falling down. It swept everything like this, constantly crushing the Qing soldiers who didn't have time to run away, and then went away down the mountain.

The Qing army who escaped the disaster stood there trembling and looked at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng smiled.

Then he turned around and reached into the treasure bowl again...

"Run! He's going to use magic again!"

The Qing army screamed in horror.

Then they all turned around and ran away, some even crawling away.

The courage forced out of desperation was instantly shattered in front of this obviously mysterious scene. After all, the visual impact of this scene was too strong. In the past, they only said that Yang Feng was a demon, but now they saw him using magic.

Can't stand it.

It’s unbearable!

Yang Feng was not interested in chasing them. After all, there were countless Qing soldiers on both sides attacking the city wall. He walked to the right along the base of the city wall leisurely, and the treasure bowl followed behind him, suspended in the air. This scene made the soldiers watching on the city wall feel as if they were looking at a god. Some of them even knelt down on the city wall, kowtowed to the outside, and then picked up their crossbows again and continued to shoot at the Qing soldiers outside.

Yang Feng did it on purpose. He wanted to control these Sichuan troops psychologically and make them regard him as a god. This way, when it came time to deal with Zhang Xianzhong, they would not follow Zhang Xianzhong in resisting.

Plant the seeds first.

Just like what America did, first infiltrate and control the mind, and then when it’s time to take action, it can be as easy as dealing with Shadamir.

Of course, the Qing army also saw it.

King Yang was not going to hide it from them.

He just walked with the treasure bowl suspended in the air, under the horrified gaze of the Qing army, and even passed through the middle of the Qing army. Wherever he passed, the Qing soldiers were so scared that they didn't even dare to attack him.

Even if he walked past him as if no one was around.

Some even escaped.

Of course, it's useless if they don't attack.

Yang Feng walked to a place where the city wall was about to be breached...

"Step aside!"

He pushed a trembling Qing soldier under the city wall.

The latter stepped back woodenly.

The Qing troops who were about to swarm in, holding ropes and carrying the ladders they had just made, were also trembling as they looked at him in front of them. Then, under their gaze, Yang Feng stood calmly, turned around, reached his hands into the treasure bowl and pulled it out suddenly. The next moment, a huge monster flew out of it and smashed directly into the Qing army.

Because the weight was so heavy, the Qing soldiers who were hit were like smashed watermelons, and blood spurted out.

And because of the terrain, it rolled down several times, breaking a tree before it stopped, and stopped there with flesh and blood mixed with mud.

"What a waste!"

Yang Feng looked at this old lathe and said with some heartache.

This thing can be converted to diesel engine drive.

But the Qing army collapsed.

How can they fight? They are clearly using magic. Who would have thought that such a big thing could fly out of that small basin? This is already a fantasy. How can they fight? All the Qing soldiers turned around and fled like crazy, while the Sichuan soldiers on the Great Wall cheered excitedly, raised their crossbows, and shot the fleeing Qing soldiers like shooting targets. Yang Feng watched the scene calmly, then turned his head to look at the Qing soldier who had already knelt down in front of him. The latter was so scared that he didn't even have the courage to run away. Only by kneeling could he express his fear of King Yang.

"Commit suicide, and I will keep you from going to hell!"

Yang Feng said.

The Qing soldier trembled, as if his body was controlled, and mechanically raised his knife and cut his neck without hesitation.

His dead body fell down with blood gushing out.

"You all should commit suicide!"

Yang Feng looked at several other Qing soldiers who also knelt down and begged him for mercy.

He is a god at this moment.

His word is the judgment of the gods.

The Qing soldiers all silently expressed their obedience by committing suicide with a look of relief. It was obvious that they really believed it. After all, they still believed in the masters. Since Yang Feng said that they would not go to hell if they committed suicide, it was already a pardon, and they should be grateful for it. They themselves also acquiesced that they would go to hell.

"Alas, my Qing Dynasty is also ruined, Wild Boar Skin, have you seen that your Eight Banners Manchuria is ruined?"

Yang Feng shouted like he was having a seizure.

Then, with a face full of hatred and the treasure bowl behind him, he continued walking under the Great Wall. Wherever he passed, the Qing army fled without hesitation. There were even many who really believed that they could avoid going to hell by committing suicide, so when he passed by, they knelt down silently and slit their own throats.

but……

The war has just begun.

After all, there were a full 20,000 Qing troops in the encirclement.

Moreover, apart from the Eight Banners Manchus and Mongolians, there were no Eight Banners Han Army. Those Eight Banners Han Army who had not escaped on the road had all been eaten. In fact, last night, the Qing army had eaten the Qing war horses that died in Xuanfu.

Even if they didn't attack, as long as they held Suoyang Pass, the valley from Xuanfu to Zhaochuanbao, and the path to Geyubao controlled by Li Dingguo, these Qing troops would eventually starve to death in this basin. Of course, why did Yang Feng do this? He wanted to attack, and he wanted Jiang Ge to attack with all his strength, including Li Dingguo. Anyway, he blocked Suoyang Pass and left the rest to these guys.

"Go tell Jiang Ge that I'm very disappointed in him. If he can't come up with something I like, then it's my turn to give him something he doesn't like."

Yang Feng said while holding the walkie-talkie.

His entourage had already arrived with Li Dingguo.

(End of this chapter)