Chapter 63: The Determination to Charge into Battle, with No Retreat or Survival!
“Stop him, stop him!”
The Hu cavalry didn’t expect Yang Zhengshan to suddenly charge out and engage them in a fierce battle outside their formation. As Yang Zhengshan began to slaughter his way through, the Hu cavalry immediately became panicked.
However, they wanted to stop Yang Zhengshan, but he wouldn’t sit still and wait for death. He charged into the enemy’s army, but instead of being bogged down in the fighting, he quickly broke through the encirclement with his incredible speed.
Although he was a cultivator at the later stage, he still couldn’t guarantee his own safety in chaotic battles. In the heat of battle, swords and guns were wielded without distinction, and even cultivators like him couldn’t ensure their own survival.
If Yang Zhengshan got caught in the enemy’s formation, it would be difficult for him to escape. So, he didn’t tarry and instead, quickly broke through the enemy lines.
His goal wasn’t to kill the enemy but to disrupt their formation and reduce the pressure on the soldiers inside the circular formation.
After breaking through the enemy lines, Yang Zhengshan grabbed a horse and rode away swiftly. His sudden departure left the pursuing Hu cavalry stunned.
“Ran away!”
For a moment, over ten Hu cavalry riders looked at each other in confusion, unsure whether to chase after him.
Yang Zhengshan, of course, didn’t really run away; he only wanted to create some distance and prepare for a counterattack.
Since he couldn’t bring out Red Cloud, he borrowed an enemy horse. Not being his own horse, Yang Zhengshan didn’t hesitate to whip it fiercely, and the black horse let out a pained whinny as it charged towards the enemy formation.
The sound of rushing wind filled his ears as Yang Zhengshan gripped his reins, his eyes blazing like swords. With the golden fish-scale patterned gun slung over his shoulder, he charged into the enemy’s formation alone.
“On the battlefield, it’s either you die or I die!”
“I don’t want to die, so I’ll kill all of you!”
“Kill all of you!”
Yang Zhengshan muttered to himself, using this method to vent his fear and pressure, washing away his instinct to flee.
At this brutal battlefield, it was fake to say one wasn’t scared. Even though Yang Zhengshan had already experienced two battles, he still wasn’t a seasoned warrior.
He was originally just an ordinary young man living in a peaceful era.
Luckily, he had always been mentally preparing himself for battle, constantly reminding himself that on the battlefield, one must fight with their lives on the line.
When he comforted Yang Mingzhi and the others, he was also comforting himself.
One person, one horse, and a long gun, charging forward.
This was his creed, his persistence.
“The determination to charge into battle, with no retreat or survival!”
Suddenly, Yang Zhengshan remembered this phrase, and at this moment, he truly felt it.
It was a kind of resolute determination, one that cast aside life and death.
Hot blood coursed through his veins as he let out a loud roar, “The determination to charge into battle, with no retreat or survival!”
With a swift stroke, his gun pierced through the enemy formation like a dragon.
It was just a two-hundred-men enemy formation, and in the briefest of moments, Yang Zhengshan returned to the circular formation outside.
With two charges, the enemy formation was already in disarray.
These Hu cavalry riders were too arrogant, attacking a nearly thousand-men army without considering the civilian workers.
At this moment, Yang Zhengshan was covered in blood, resembling a demon emerging from hell.
The horse he rode was still frantic, so Yang Zhengshan gave its head a swift kick, knocking it unconscious.
“Red Cloud!”
“Hu~”
As the horse whinnied, Red Cloud swiftly flew over, landing steadily behind Yang Zhengshan.
Yang Zhengshan sat on Red Cloud, surveying his surroundings.
The battle was at its most intense, with many Hu cavalry riders still outside the circular formation, but more had already charged inside.
Zhao Desheng led his soldiers, defending the southern part of the circular formation, while Yang Mingzhi fought against the Hu cavalry alongside the soldiers, and Yang Mingwu was still engaged in a fierce duel with a Hu warrior, neither having the upper hand.
Some brave civilian workers also joined the battle, using stones from the riverbank as weapons to attack the enemy.
The situation wasn’t bad, and Yang Zhengshan felt relieved.
“Mingwu, let go!”
Catch the thief, catch the ringleader; the snake’s weakest point is its head.
The Hu warrior Yang Mingwu was fighting was the leader of the enemy forces, and Yang Zhengshan thought it would be better to take him down first.
Without caring whether Yang Mingwu heard his shout or not, Yang Zhengshan urged Red Cloud forward, charging towards the Hu warrior.
This was the tacit understanding Yang Zhengshan had developed with Red Cloud, whose intelligence and physique surpassed any ordinary warhorse after drinking the mystical spring water for an extended period.
One could say that Red Cloud had become the greatest warhorse, the most intelligent and strongest of them all!
Red Cloud galloped forward, its four hooves pounding the ground, as Yang Zhengshan raised his long gun, pointing it directly at the Hu warrior.
Yang Mingwu naturally heard Yang Zhengshan’s shout, and after repelling the Hu warrior, he swiftly dodged behind the carriage frame.
The Hu warrior, however, didn’t understand what had happened, and still wanted to continue fighting Yang Mingwu.
It was a swift and ruthless strike, the golden fish-scale patterned gun flashing like lightning as it stabbed through the enemy.
The Hu warrior didn’t even have time to react before Yang Zhengshan’s gun had already shattered his skull.
The brutal scene was terrifying, with blood dripping from the golden fish-scale patterned gun, flowing down the silver-white gunhead, and dropping to the ground.
The golden fish-scale pattern now seemed eerie and bloodthirsty.
“Form ranks!”
Yang Zhengshan raised his gun, shouting loudly.
The soldiers, who had been fighting in disarray, instinctively gathered around their small flag officer.
Yang Chengze, Yang Chengxu, and the others were already bloodshot, gripping their long guns and standing at the front.
As Yang Zhengshan’s closest subordinates, they had received special care.
In terms of food, clothing, and lodging, Yang Zhengshan had never neglected them.
Moreover, except for Yang Mingzhi and Yang Minghao, they were the ones who had drunk the most mystical spring water.
Currently, six out of the ten Yang Chengze brothers had become cultivators, while the remaining four, due to their young age and relatively weak foundation, had not yet become cultivators.
However, it was predictable that they would soon become cultivators.
At present, they were Yang Zhengshan’s most loyal and reliable supporters.
“Charge!”
Yang Zhengshan led the charge once more, and the soldiers who had been defending the circular formation, under Yang Chengze’s leadership, counterattacked.
“Kill!”
“Charge forward!”
“Kill them all!”
The vanguard of the army, wielding shields and swords, leapt onto the grain-laden ox-carts, followed by the long-gunners, who stabbed at anyone in their path. Finally, the archers, having exhausted their arrows, drew their swords and cautiously watched their surroundings.
In the blink of an eye, they transformed into a pack of fierce wolves, charging out of the circular formation and into the enemy’s ranks.
(End of chapter)
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