Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1857: Chapter 1708: Resolve to Die (Part 2)

Huyan Chu, situated at the rear of the army, watched as two routes of his troops were cut down consecutively, his heart sinking despite being mentally prepared for the loss of many generals. Watching the finest of the Northern Huns fall like this, Huyan Chu couldn’t help but feel deeply pained.

”Where is Chouhun!” Huyan Chu inhaled deeply and roared angrily.

”I am here!” Chouhun, who could no longer contain his fury, immediately responded, his eyes raging uncontrollably.

”Lead the Imperial Guard army and ten thousand elite cavalry to set out. No matter what happens, directly pierce the core of the Han Army, at any cost, even if it means exhausting all Military Spirits, don’t worry!” Huyan Chu solemnly issued his order to his most loyal subordinate.

”Yes, Chanyu!” Chouhun responded without a moment’s hesitation.

”Upon encountering their Military Spirit Legion, don’t hesitate, directly activate the ultimate ability of the Military Spirit Legion. If there are no soldiers, convert them among the elite cavalry behind you, press the Han Army hard!” Huyan Chu shouted at Chouhun almost desperately.

”Yes!” Chouhun roared, by now having understood many things from Huyan Chu’s tone and the deaths of Kun Wan and Xubo Cheng.

”Imperial Guard army, attack with me!” Chouhun bellowed, then galloped foremost toward the Han Army, while Gao Shun and Hua Xiong, who had been holding back from action, saw this and exchanged glances before leading their legions directly toward Chouhun.

Led by Chouhun, the Northern Huns Guards charged with an unstoppable momentum to the battlefront between the Han and the Huns, and with a fearless aura, collided directly with the School Sabre Bearers of Guan Yu’s main division.

”Clang!” Guan Yu slashed his blade onto Chouhun’s Horse-Cutting Blade edge, the fierce momentum roaring away, but Chouhun seemed to disregard Guan Yu’s force, countering with a reverse slash aiming at Guan Yu’s neck. Guan Yu coldly slashed back at Chouhun with even greater speed.

The two exchanged over ten moves, Guan Yu’s expression slightly stern. He usually relied on momentum to kill, but now his aura was disregarded by the opponent, decreasing his strength by thirty percent on the spot.

In such battlefield slaughter, it’s impossible to quickly build up an invincible aura, and slaying Chouhun wasn’t easy, especially since the School Sabre Bearers nearby were nearly shattered by Chouhun’s led Military Spirit Legion, forcing Guan Yu to divide his attention to assist.

”Kill!” Sima Ju snarled as he stabbed a Hun Guard to death. Earlier, his left arm was slashed by an enemy; had he not dodged quickly, his arm would have been severed. Though he avoided the full force, a large wound was still opened, rendering his left arm temporarily powerless.

”Jiang Gong, Jiang Yan, Qu Gong, Pei Yuanshao, Huang Shao, Guann Cheng, Du Yuan, organize Qi Refining to Gang, block them!” Liaoo Hua shouted, his eyes red.

Guan Yu’s Legion boasts the most Qi Refining to Gang, the most middle-level command, not just in jest. Hence, during combat, often one Qi Refining to Gang military general leads over twenty School Sabre Bearers along with two or three hundred from Guan Yu’s core division.

This level of small troop combat power is not weak, especially since each leader excels at small legion warfare, charging swiftly under the leadership of Guan Yu, the chief.

Of course, this was also why Chouhun led the Northern Huns Guards to attack Guan Yu first. Naturally, the fierce Northern Huns charged, and Guan Yu’s main division, caught off guard by this aspect, suffered a heavy blow instantly.

It’s fair to say this group never anticipated, while happily slaughtering Northern Huns before, that they’d suddenly be blocked by the enemy’s Military Spirit Legion!

While the average Northern Hun Guard’s skill wasn’t at Qi Refining to Gang, their coordinated strength meant four or five could kill one Qi Refining to Gang easily.

Fortunately, these Yellow Turban Commanders were all battlefield survivors; commanding a grand army might be problematic, but managing a few hundred, or assessing battlefield dynamics was easy. Thus, upon Liaoo Hua’s order, these people promptly gathered their forces.

Immediately, reliable middle-level commanders quickly converged, with arrow rain cover behind them, soon forming groups of dozens of Qi Refining to Gang leading soldiers into tight formations.

Though still unable to resist the Northern Huns Guards’ counterattack, relying on a defensive line formed by many competent middle-level military generals barely stabilized the defense.

”Yuanjian, this won’t do!” Zhou Cang, though ignorant of command, had been beaten by armies too many times while with the Yellow Turbans, chased too often, so he understood battlefield dynamics.

”We must counterattack, otherwise, the enemy can charge in with just a dozen more breaths; even if our Iron Cavalry comes, our losses will be too great.” Chen Chi, exerting effort to dispatch soldiers to block, while trying to withdraw the wounded said.

”I’ll do it!” Zhou Cang roared, throwing away his Great Sword, switching weapons to a solid Wolf Fang Club, spurred his horse’s belly, and charged toward the Northern Huns Guards ahead.

”Qi Refining to Gang brothers, follow me!” Zhou Cang swung his Wolf Fang Club, striking a Northern Hun Guard in the face, crushing the skull, then he bellowed.

Immediately, middle-level commanders holding enemies at bay released their engagements, directly following Zhou Cang to countercharge at the Northern Huns Guards; if this wave drove them back, the dozens of breaths gained would be enough for our Iron Cavalry to charge through.

As for those Northern Huns Guards let go, without reinforcements from behind, they’d sooner or later be wiped out by Guan Yu’s core elite.

”Cong People, follow me!” Wang Ping roared, his Great Shield directly slapped onto a Northern Hun Guard’s face, spikes puncturing the enemy dead.

With Zhou Cang’s roar, nearly fifty Qi Refining to Gang from Guan Yu’s core launched a furious attack on the Northern Huns Guards.

Most of this group hailed from the Yellow Turbans, so they knew well when to fight ferociously, when to hide strengths, and at this moment, they thought it was a time to fight with all they had.

Thus, each one unleashed bottom-line moves, fearlessly launching attacks, understanding that sometimes fearlessness averts death!

Nearly fifty Qi Refining to Gang under a leader with Inner Qi Manifestation charged the Hun Guards crazily, their moves swift, leaving no time for the Northern Huns to respond, forcefully pushing the Hun Guards back.

However, the Military Spirit Legion wasn’t weak; quickly recovering, they launched even more ferocious attacks toward Zhou Cang and others.

In an instant, several Qi Refining to Gang heavily wounded fell from their horses, even Zhou Cang sustained light injuries from simultaneous long and short-range attacks.

”Brothers, don’t use standard weapons, use your old ones!” Jiang Yan, retaliating with a Long Spear, almost got killed after his spear was swept away by three enemy soldiers, instantly released his spear, and retrieved his former weapon, the Three-pronged Rake, from his horse.

One swipe buckled the opponent’s Long Spear then exerted force; two enemies coordinated to support with their Long Spears, but the long spikes atop the Mystical Weapon of the Rake pinned down the opponent’s Military Spirit Soldier.

Upon hearing Jiang Yan’s voice, half the middle-level commanders retrieved strange weapons used for over a decade from their horses. Although these weapons weren’t suited to cavalry combat, the Northern Huns Guards had never faced such chaotic attack styles.

Many Hun Guards, due to unfamiliarity with these attack methods, failed in defense, never considering such tactics existed.

”Hahaha, my Fishing Fork still works!” Guann Cheng laughed; as the opponent was about to brace his Fishing Fork, a flick, chains extended from it.

About to be blocked, the rigid attack turned fluid upon chain striking, and the Fishing Fork pierced the enemy’s neck, then the right hand’s Short Fishing Fork attached to a rope flew out, impaled the foe’s head, flicking to stab another Hun Guard’s temple.