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Chapter 765 - 632: The Iron Cavalry’s Swan Song (Thanks to the Alliance Leader and reader 33021207502864)_1

Chapter 765: Chapter 632: The Iron Cavalry’s Swan Song (Thanks to the Alliance Leader and reader 33021207502864)_1

The left Shilang of the Ministry of War, Shang Hong, was the second person on the battlefield after Wei Zhen, to notice that the battle situation was unusual.

At this time, he was fighting with Shulv Dezan, suppressing any abnormal movements under the ground with heavenly Haoqi, preventing this person from interfering with the battle.

But Shang Hong was always paying a part of his attention, keeping an eye on the overall situation on the battlefield.

He worried that the collapse of the Shenji right and left camp’s array, would cause the battle situation to deteriorate to an uncontrollable level.

But the situation on the battlefield was completely different from what he had thought. Those odd square formations were not instantly crushed by the Pi Room Iron Cavalry.

These seemingly unreliable arrays, were standing like indestructible rocks, not falling under the impact of over two hundred thousand iron cavalry.

Those musketeers in the formation, were coolly firing. The firing speed of the muskets was not only unaffected, but was actually increasing.

At this time, there were people in these square formations who were throwing ’Wanrendi’ (a force to be reckoned with) out, which were exploding one after another, the countless fragments impacting in all directions were enough to sweep away all enemies within three zhang (approx. 10m).

The two nearby fortresses also joined in, the firing of sixteen thousand elite archers also caused a great amount of casualties.

This fierce firepower was continuously harvesting the enemies ’lives’.

At this time, on the contrary, the casualties of the Pi Room Iron Cavalry sharply increased, and in a moment when the two army formations collided, as many as forty thousand iron cavalry fell.

In contrast, those square formations appeared to be even more solid.

––This is the effect of a boost in morale.

When the soldiers of the Shenji right and left camps realized that the enemy was helpless against them, they truly let go of all their panic and fear.

Originally they were relying on military orders and drugs to maintain their composure, but now their morale was skyrocketing.

This rendered their movements even more calm and composed, and even more accurate.

"How is that possible?"

Shang Hong was surprised watching this scene, almost neglecting the Undead Corpse under the ground.

As everything in front of his eyes, seemed absurd.

Shang Hong observed for a while, then gradually showed understanding.

Shang Hong found that the density of firepower in these square formations had not only increased, especially the crossfire between two or three square formations, was causing terrifyingly more effectual casualties.

In addition, the ’front’ that was directly charged by the Iron Cavalry was significantly reduced, which greatly relieved the pressure on the soldiers of the Shenji right and left camps.

Once the Pi Room Army plunged into the gaps between those square formations, they could no longer pose the slightest threat to these square formations.

This had the effect of releasing floodwater through opened gates, these fast-charging cavalry could only move forward with the current. They couldn’t turn the horses around nor could they make any effective attacks.

While Shang Hong was carefully observing the situation, more Undead Cavalry had fallen on the battlefield.

All the square formations were intact, their deaths and injuries were minimal.

Shang Hong felt greatly relieved, his eyes also flashed with a strange light.

"Worthy of the Marquis of Guanjun, The Court’s pillar of heaven for the next hundred years––"

He thought in his heart that this must be the square formation? No wonder the Marquis of Guanjun was confident to face almost seven times the Pi Room Iron Cavalry on the battlefield.

This line of musketeers was a natural nemesis of the cavalry!

As long as the number of musketeers reached a certain scale, then no matter how many Iron Cavalry, they could not shake it.

Who holds the winning hand today is not the Empress of Liao on the opposite side, but the Marquis of Guanjun, Li Xuan.

In contrast, he, Shang Hong, abided by the rules and was timid, he was worried about the situation for nothing.

At this moment, Shang Hong suddenly heard a roar. He looked sideways and saw that the source of this roar was from the Dragon Qi above Chengde.

The golden red giant dragon, which originally displayed its claws and teeth, had by now shrunk by more than a third of its original size.

He immediately realized that this must be the impact of the emergence of the ’square formation’ and the ’flintlock musket rifle’, causing a heavy blow to the prairie Dragon Vein.

For the traditional cavalry from the northern prairie, this horrifying formation would be a huge obstacle that they can’t overcome.

At this time, at the altar dozens of miles away, the former Empress of Liao, Shulv Ping had already crushed the horse-whip in her hand!

Her greyish face was completely stiff.

It was a few breaths earlier that Shulv Ping realized that something was wrong.

These strange arrays were not as fragile as she had thought.

Although they are unconventional and contrary to the military tactics that Shulv Ping was familiar with, they were so strong that it was hard to comprehend! Their destructive power at close quarters was also unbelievable!

"How can this be?"

The joy on Zhang Guanlan’s face gradually disappeared. When he first saw those square formations being drowned out by the flood-like Iron Cavalry, he initially thought that victory was guaranteed.

But as time passed, he realized that those square formations did not waver, but instead, it was their Undead Iron Cavalry, that was being ground down amongst those rocks!

Zhang Guanlan looked at Shulv Ping in astonishment, and suddenly felt a sense of panic: "Empress dowager, can you think of a way? Or withdraw this Iron Cavalry?"

"There is no way, just watch."

Shulv Ping shook her head, knowing at this moment, there was nothing she could do, nothing she was capable of; she was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Continuing the attack would only lead to escalating casualties and losses.

But should she now pull back her remaining eighteen thousand ’Pishi Iron Cavalry’? The result would only be a massacre on the retreat path by the Jin Army’s artillery and musketeers!

Now, all she could do was make some tactical adjustments, trying to concentrate her forces as much as possible, and directly break those square formations.

But how easy was it to make tactical adjustments amidst the sweeping charge of thousands of troops?

Shulv Ping was originally confident in her all-or-nothing strategy, desperate to the last.

But now it seemed that she had fallen right into the enemy’s trap.

She was most likely to lose everything in this battle.

The rush to enter Chengde’s Qianhu Office had made her tactics too impatient, leading her to make the worst decision.

Shulv Ping couldn’t help but take a deep breath, savoring the fresh air of this world.

She then looked at the commander’s platform opposite, her eyes filled with admiration: "I was wrong, this Marquis of Guanjun of the Jin Dynasty, is a strategist who anticipates his enemies and is expert in military tactics. In just over ten days, he has truly achieved the proverb ’swift as wind, quiet as a forest, fierce as fire, unmovable as a mountain, unpredictable as the shadows, and striking like thunder’. He is a true military talent.

Along with their muskets and this strange formation, it’s indeed impressive! No wonder the Jin Dynasty was able to unify the world and drive the Mongols onto the grasslands in the past. In today’s battle, I knew myself but did not know my enemy, which is a grave military taboo. I deserved to lose-

"Your Majesty!" Zhang Guanlan interrupted with a livid face: "I’ve told you, these ’rune flintlock rifled guns’ and the formations are recent developments, all from the hand of the Marquis of Guanjun, and I knew nothing of it prior."

He actually didn’t want to explain these, nor boast of Li Xuan’s abilities.

But Zhang Guanlan could discern the hint of resentment in Shulv Ping’s words.

"All from his hand?"

Shulv Ping’s pupils constricted slightly, and then she sighed heavily: "Then the one who will cut off the dragon vein in the future must be him! The grassland cavalry might cease to exist in the next hundred years."

Zhang Guanlan was at a loss. He didn’t care about Shulv Ping’s lament, his attention was entirely on the commander’s platform opposite.

Zhang Guanlan knew that their only chance of victory now lay in ’Kamo Ittosai’.

As far as he knew, there was a mysterious Heavenly Level from Fusou beside this man.

If they could eliminate the Marquis of Guanjun of the Jin Dynasty, it wouldn’t matter even if they lost today’s battle.

His purpose in resurrecting Shulv Ping was to restrain ’Jizhou Town’ which was close to Beijing, preventing it from interfering with the situation in Beijing.

But killing Li Xuan alone would also achieve the goal, leaving Jizhou Town and the Shenji right and left camps leaderless.

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"We’ve won!" Zhang Yue atop the platform at the valley camp was flush with excitement: "They can’t break through our square formation!"

He was carefully observing the battlefield, paying attention to every detail.

Zhang Yue had a premonition that as long as he could really learn and use these ’Line Column Formation’ and ’Hollow Square Formation’, and master the characteristics of the ’Rune Flintlock Rifled Guns’, even a mediocre man like him could hope to be the Marquis.

"It’s too early to say we’ve won; we must not be complacent!"

Li Xuan did not relax. He was continuously making adjustments.

As the mobile force, the nine thousand cavalry had quietly pressed on, ready to adapt to changes. The artillery from all directions, under his command, was also bombarding key areas on the battlefield.

Empress Shulv Ping of Liao, was trying to reorganize her deployment on the battlefield, but Li Xuan was unwilling to let her have her way.

He was also keeping an eye on the temperature of the barrels of these ’Rune Flintlock Rifled Guns’. Frequent high-speed shooting could cause the temperature of the barrels to go far too high, which would lead to inability to load the gun. Even during shooting, the barrels could deform and cause the guns to explode.

Luckily, the quality of the guns made by the Shenqi Union was quite good. The cloth strips they had prepared beforehand also worked. Soaking these strips in horse urine and then wrapping them around the gun barrels could effectively dissipate heat.

Heavenly Master Zhang Shenye in the back, was also keenly aware that the key to this battle was the temperature of these musket barrels.

Not only did he use magic to lower the temperature of the hillside on both sides, but he also created a strong wind on the battlefield to help dissipate heat.

Just then, Li Xuan sensed something strange about the surroundings.

"Come out!"

Li Xuan’s entire body burst with Haoqi, and the dazzling Pure Haoqi enveloped the entire commander’s platform and three miles around it.

This made a black figure, fully dressed in black resembling a Ninja of Fusou, appear thirty yards to the south of him.

The man was apparently surprised that Li Xuan was able to detect his stealth technique. A look of surprise appeared in his eyes and then he turned into a puff of white smoke, disappearing before everyone’s eyes.

At the same time, a figure wielding a katana appeared out of thin air in front of the platform. At the same time, a sharp Yi of the sword was slashed at the depths of Li Xuan’s Primordial Spirit.

Li Xuan recognized this man as the Fusou swordsman ’Kamo Ittosai’ whom he had met several times.

Without hesitation, he summoned the avatar of Luo Yan from the crystal box.

But just as ’Luo Yan’ was materializing, a blue circular halo rose dozens of miles away. As the halo cast over here, ’Luo Yan’ disappeared next to Li Xuan, forcibly ’transferred’ away, teleported hundreds of miles away.

Li Xuan couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth. He knew that his chances of teaming up with Luo Yan in the future would be pitifully small.

But next, he smiled and held the ’Gelong Knife’ in his sleeve.

If these people thought they could do whatever they wanted because he couldn’t join forces with Luo Yan, then he could show them now how to spell the word ’castration’!