Mythical Three Kingdoms

Juo Yi glanced at the Xiliang Iron Cavalry who had already slipped far away and signaled his men to organize a rescue mission for Yann Liang. Seizing the time when that group of pesky invaders had left, Juo Yi hurried towards Yann Liang’s direction.

For infantry to annihilate cavalry, aside from an absolute gap in combat power, there is another factor: it is essential to restrict the cavalry’s movement. Otherwise, even if the Vanguard is confident in facing and besting a force of Xiliang Iron Cavalry three times its size, when it comes to slaying them, they likely wouldn’t be able to defeat even a third of their own number of Iron Cavalry.

”Full-speed march, rescue General Yann!” Juo Yi charged ahead on his horse, while his Vanguard Death Squad followed closely, advancing swiftly towards the front.

[The adversary must be Hua Xiong; there’s no mistaking it. In the Central Plains, he’s the only one with such authentic Xiliang Iron Cavalry. Yann Liang is in trouble. I’ve heard before that Hua Xiong brought a Cavalry Corps to join Liu Bei. Against his ten thousand Infantry and Cavalry led by him, facing the Direct Lineage Xiliang Iron Cavalry Legion, they might not hold out for even two hours!]

Thinking this, Juo Yi couldn’t help but quicken the pace of the march. Yann Liang was one of the few brothers he got along with, and he did not want anything bad to happen to him.

[Hopefully, we can make it in time. It would be best to have a thousand or two cavalry left. That way, we can pin down Hua Xiong’s Cavalry and watch me annihilate them!] Juo Yi could already hear the chaotic sounds of battle cries and the sporadic appearance of Yann Liang’s Routed Troops. As the number of routed soldiers increased, Juo Yi’s face sunk further into dismay!

Compared to Hua Xiong, Juo Yi’s gloom was nothing. Hua Xiong’s face had already turned an ashen blue. He simply could not believe that his Iron Cavalry could be decimated within One Quarter Hour; it made no sense!

”Du Yuan, you command the Infantry for a full-on suppression of Yann Liang. I will take the Cavalry and see what Juo Yi is made of,” Hua Xiong said calmly. The deeper his understanding of Infantry, the clearer Hua Xiong could see how troublesome excellent Infantry could be in a positional battle. If he let the enemy kill their way through unimpeded and join up with Yann Liang, Hua Xiong feared his end might be nigh.

”Understood!” Du Yuan, holding a trident, bowed and took over the command under the Command Banner, while Hua Xiong spurred his horse, leading Du Yuan’s Cavalry and his own reserves to charge towards Juo Yi.

After Hua Xiong dashed forward on his horse, he soon saw the Cavalry emerging behind Juo Yi and let out a long sigh of relief. But the very next moment, he realized that Li Hu and Sunx Yan, the three Team Leaders he brought from Xiliang, had vanished.

”Divert half the force to join our defeated troops. Bai Hao, Li Ming, Wang Gui, you three take command. To the Killing Formation!” Hua Xiong commanded his three trusted aides, knowing the rules of the pyramid could be broken when necessary!

Hua Xiong had been taught three variations of Li Youu’s ”Eight Gates Heavenly Lock,” but up to now, he had only mastered two. He had not fully grasped the third one. Yet, given the circumstances, Hua Xiong felt he had no other card to play and might as well take the risk. If he couldn’t win, he would fight and retreat as necessary. His troops were not easily routed anyway, and the thought of Juo Yi annihilating him hadn’t crossed his mind.

Soon enough, with one side receiving aid and the other reorganizing swiftly, Hua Xiong’s Xiliang Iron Cavalry quickly regrouped. Although their morale was dampened from their previous defeat, once Hua Xiong integrated them, they regained their basic combat power.

The battlefield was always filled with the lament of life and death. These Iron Cavalrymen from Xiliang were already accustomed to such a life. This time their comrades had fallen; next time it could be themselves. Only by slaying the enemy could they ensure a better chance of survival.

After a brief exchange, Hua Xiong had already learned from his own soldiers the reasons for the previous defeat. He looked at Juo Yi with much more caution and immediately took the lead, charging toward the direction of the Vanguard Death Squad. Then, as the first wave of arrows rained down, he suddenly swung his horse in a large arc, avoiding all the bow and arrows, before circling back again.

Juo Yi sneered inwardly, calculating the distance of the arrows—indeed, it was done beautifully. But if that’s all there is to it, the heavy crossbows will teach you a lesson.

After Hua Xiong swung back, he didn’t issue any command; however, all the Xiliang Iron Cavalry immediately started rotating rapidly with him, creating an enigmatic set of overlapping trails.

With each gallop, they left behind phantoms, and as the trails continuously merged, intersection points began to form countless phantoms resembling Hua Xiong, and they too were solidifying.

At the same time, a blood-red mist slowly rose from the outskirts of the Vanguard Death Squad. Juo Yi was exceedingly wary of this incomprehensible phenomenon. He had already seen that Yann Liang was unharmed. It was a pity that the cavalry had been wiped out, so Juo Yi had to take some risks to eliminate Hua Xiong’s cavalry first; otherwise, he could only severely damage the enemies, not annihilate them.

The cavalry under Hua Xiong’s command slowed down their swirling, but the phantoms became faster and faster. Finally, when Hua Xiong’s soldiers snapped onto those trajectory nodes, the rapid spinning in Juo Yi’s eyes suddenly came to a halt as if time had stopped, and all of the fire-shaped Hua Xiongs merged into the nodes, each Iron Cavalry seeming to don a fiery armor.

In that instant, four massive Spearhead Formations took shape, charging like lightning towards the Vanguard Death Squad, while at the same moment, Hua Xiong raised his Great Sword. With him at the forefront, two tremendous phoenix wings stretched out with earth-shaking might.

Before Juo Yi could even assume a defensive stance, two immense blades of light suddenly extended from each of the other three directions. In an instant, the whole air seemed scorching hot, and as Hua Xiong closed in, Juo Yi could almost smell a scorching odor. Eight Light Blades powerful enough to cleave mountains and branch streams were upon him.

”Which one is real?” Juo Yi’s eyes showed slight panic. An attack of eight blades at this level—if he were hit, even the Cloud Qi of the Vanguard, with its special attributes, would be penetrated, resulting in a lopsided massacre afterward.

”How is it possible that all eight auras are identical? Does that mean all eight are real? No more bets, Hua Zijian—you’ll be the first to witness my Vanguard Army Soul!” Juo Yi, feeling the rise of danger in front and behind, decided there was no point in hiding any longer!

As Juo Yi made up his mind, a surge of bloodlight suddenly wrapped around the arrows of all the Vanguard Death Squad, and a bloodlight appeared on their armor, making them look even more ferocious. Their momentum kept rising until it peaked. At that moment, Juo Yi, with the Command Banner as his signal, fiercely slashed toward Hua Xiong’s direction!

All but one of the eight Fire Blades, the one facing Hua Xiong directly, faced no hindrance and blasted towards the Vanguard Death Squad. Simultaneously, countless mists of blood transformed into Crossbow Bolts, wildly covering all directions. At that moment, the only sound in the world was the explosive roar of air being torn apart!

”Die!” Bloodlight from the Command Banner solidified, shattering the Light Blade before Hua Xiong, and then, with unrelenting force, it charged towards him. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian ), give it monthly tickets, or support it however you like. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)