Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 906 - 746: Giving You This Opportunity

Chapter 906: Chapter 746: Giving You This Opportunity

Liaodong Deputy Commander Yang Zhen led his 30,000 strong Liaodong Cavalry and easily swept through the remnants of the Mongolian Cavalry ahead.

However, this time, despite his knights firing continuously, the damage inflicted was minimal.

The majority of the Mongolian knights instinctively scattered to both sides.

The revolver’s terrifying lethality at the outset of the battle was valuable for its element of surprise. Once the enemy was prepared, its killing power was naturally nowhere near as great.

Yet possessing such repeating firearms, no cavalry could adopt a dense assault formation in front of them.

At this moment, Liaodong Deputy Commander Yang Zhen, through the crowd, saw the forty thousand Mongol infantry arrayed in battle formation ahead.

They were strictly positioned a li away, with spears like forests and shields like walls.

"Scum!"

Yang Zhen didn’t take the enemy’s infantry formation seriously. The Mongols had placed these troops on their flanks to guard against contingencies, ensuring the safety of their central forces’ rear.

But the situation had gone beyond mere contingencies—

On the left flank of the Jin Army’s formation, there were 73,000 cavalrymen equipped with breastplates.

After they crushed over one hundred thousand Mongolian cavalry, they themselves suffered minimal losses.

Apart from a few less skilled riders tripped up by bodies, and a few hundred unfortunate souls wounded by friendly fire, most were well preserved.

With the charging power of this 70,000 cavalry, even using conventional tactics, they could easily rout the Mongol infantry formation.

Especially since their tactics had been greatly innovated by His Highness, Prince Fenyang.

"Where are the grenadiers?"

At this time, the Jin cavalry formation still maintained a poised and composed demeanor.

About two thousand riders suddenly charged out from the Jin cavalry formation at Yang Zhen’s call.

Braving an arrow shower from the opposing side, they galloped forward, quickly leaving the cavalry formation behind.

These men did not directly assault the Mongol infantry formation, but circled around about twenty zhang from the infantry formation.

At that instant, over two thousand two hundred long-handled grenades, each as big as an arm, soared upwards, flying toward the Mongol infantry formation.

Almost all of these two thousand knights had cultivation at the fourth house level. The grenades they threw were not only fast like shadows but also powerful and heavy. Almost in the blink of an eye, the grenades forcefully smashed into their ranks, catching the Mongols off guard.

The Mongols, confused by these wooden sticks being hurled over, instinctively knew they were not good, probably something like the ’Wanrendi’ or ’Flying Thunder.’

The best way to deal with these Thunder Style weapons, like ’Wanrendi’, was to use Ice Style martial arts and cold spells.

Extinguishing the fuse would prevent them from exploding.

All Third-door Wu cultivators and Shamans among the Mongol infantry reacted immediately.

On one hand, they made full effort to intercept, on the other, they vigorously tried to freeze the iron-capped ’wooden sticks.’

But in just an instant, these ’wooden sticks’ exploded in a tremendous boom. A plethora of pre-formed fragments shot outwards, devastating and sweeping through all living beings within a zhang.

Under the great propulsive force of gunpowder, the fragments effortlessly tore through the Mongols’ armor, and then hammered their wearers full of holes.

Showers of blood sprayed in all directions, the tremendous shock of the explosions flattening everything in the vicinity or blasting them away.

In just a moment, this formerly well-aligned shield and spear formation suffered hundreds of massive gaps.

At that time, the Jin Iron Cavalry not even a hundred zhang away from the Mongol infantry formation suddenly accelerated.

They reached top speed within a hundred zhang, like an unstoppable flood burst through those gaps, widening and compressing them until they completely collapsed.

Almost all these Jin soldiers wielded a saber in one hand and a revolver in the other.

As they galloped, they primarily slashed with sabers and, upon encountering tough enemies, they simply pulled triggers and opened fire.

The cavalry formations on both flanks were invincible. In less than a quarter of an hour, they had each broken through the tens of thousands in the opposing infantry formations, trampling over ten thousand Mongol infantry into mud!

After penetrating the Mongol infantry, the area ahead of them opened up widely.

Seven li away, a Mongolian Iron Cavalry of about one hundred thousand awaited as a contingency response.

But the tens of thousands of Jin cavalrymen continued to surge forward as if these were nothing, circling towards the rear of the Mongolian central forces.

Only the three thousand Iron Cavalry from the ’Sanqian Camp’ of the Jingying Forbidden Army did not join the assault. Their entire formation rode towards a small hill in the front, from where they dominantly locked down the distant one hundred thousand Mongolian cavalry.

If the latter dared to advance, they would surely be trampled into the dust by their iron hooves.

All the Mongols stationed in the central army were already in a panic; their originally well-ordered formations were gradually showing signs of disarray.

Now, unable to retreat, the central forces faced the Jin cavalry, which had breached both flanks like two heavy hammers smashing their backs.

To make matters worse, the central formation of the Great Jin Dynasty was accelerating forward. The accompanying thousand-plus breechloader field cannons had quickly completed their emplacement within a very short time.

The Jin artillerymen competently raised and compacted the earth before aiming the field cannons skyward at an angle to bombard the enemy.

Altogether fourteen regiment camps, firing 1,700 breechloader field cannons, resonated so loudly it nearly deafened everyone around.

At the same time, they hurled 1,700 cannonballs toward the opposing Mongolian cavalry formation.

Despite a large part being intercepted, the parts that slipped through caused bloody carnage within the Mongolian formations!

However, more lethal were the over two hundred thousand firearm-equipped soldiers of the Jin Army.

They were marching forward in confident and deliberate strides, gradually closing in to their effective range of two and a half miles.

All soldiers of the Jin Army were flush-faced with high battle spirits.

At a distance of three miles, they had already raised their firearms to their shoulders, waiting for the commands from their officers.

In their eyes, the so-called Meng Wu Iron Cavalry in front of them resembled lambs to the slaughter.

"Fire! All units commence two-stage firing, all formations continue advancing, fire while marching!"

Just when they were at a distance of three hundred eighty zhang, the roaring voices of the Tangqi soldiers echoed across the battlefield.

In that moment, a full ninety thousand firearms simultaneously spat out tongues of flame, hurling ninety thousand deadly bullets towards their opponents.

"Khan!"

The face of Alachien paled, and his hands trembled.

He had already realized that in this battle involving a million people, the Meng Wu’s defeat was inevitable.

So Alachien’s voice was raspy, "Please command Qiexue to take a detour from the north and retreat towards the Northern Ridges—"

At that time, the seventy thousand Qiexue who had attempted a flank on the Jin Army had yet to make contact.

Only because the more than a hundred thousand Iron Cavalry of the Jin Dynasty had far outdistanced them.

This turned the Qiexue’s attempt to encircle and attack from behind into a mockery.

But this also provided these seventy thousand Qiexue Cavalry a chance to escape and disengage.

In the past, the vast army of the Great Ancestor of the Jin swept across the plains, achieving significant victories in seven out of eight northern campaigns.

The remnants of the Great Yuan were at their most awkward when they had to retreat to the north of the Beigaar Lake and Hulun Buir, barely surviving. They finally awaited aid from the Timur Empire and the Chagatai Khanate to the west, which allowed them to regain their strength.

Alachien believed that now was the time to conserve their forces to the utmost degree, hoping for a future recovery.

"Retreat?" Dasiming was briefly stunned, his expression blank as he stared at the battlefield: "Does that mean we’re already defeated?"

She looked incredulously at Lord Shi Tianze of Baihu Palace: "We still have nearly seven hundred fifty thousand riders, more than them. Can’t we think of a way to turn the tide?"

Shi Tianze’s expression was somber as he looked at the battlefield and solemnly said: "Your Highness, let our Central Army’s hundreds of thousands of cavalry charge at the enemy formation. Although there is little chance of breaking through the Jin Army’s lines, it’s better than being caught in a predicament."

—This actually wouldn’t help change the outcome of the battle, but it was preferable to those hundreds of thousands of Meng Wu Knights standing still and being gunned down by the Jin Army one by one.

In his heart, he sighed deeply, thinking the era when Meng Wu Iron Cavalry swept across the world was truly gone forever.

Khan Yecian Chrolus closed his eyes in immense pain: "Order the Central Army to immediately commence a desperate assault!"

He knew that at this time, there was no need to devise any specific tactics anymore, as those Wanhus from Vala and Datan wouldn’t have the conditions to execute nor would they follow them.

Even a small part of the hundreds of thousands of Iron Cavalry would soon flee rather than vainly rush towards the enemy formation,

For these tribal leaders, the top priority was protecting their own tribes. They neither had the loyalty to sacrifice their lives for Yecian, nor the courage to die valiantly.

But then Yecian Chrolus displayed a lion-like vigor: "Alachien, you personally lead those seventy thousand Qiexue to strike at the rear of the Jin Army! I don’t ask you to shatter Li Xuan’s Central Army, but you must at least destroy their cannons."

"Khan?"

Alachien looked at Yecian Chrolus in astonishment: "I shall obey the command, but our chance of winning is very slim. These seventy thousand Qiexue Cavalry are our last hope."

"How could I not know?"

Yecian Chrolus replied expressionlessly: "But Alachien, do you think we truly have a chance for resurgence after this battle? And I’m not talking about their firearms, but the strategies of the County Prince of Fenyang. He killed our Meng Wu Nobles and let the herdsmen divide our cattle and sheep."

Alachien frowned deeply, pondering for a moment before saying: "I believe it’s still possible. The Jin people can’t control the plains."

"But how long will that take, fifty years, or a hundred? None of this concerns me anymore, nor does it concern you."

Yecian shook his head, his gaze detached: "You needn’t say more, my decision is final. Rather than living like a mouse in the future, I would prefer a decisive battle now. But how could I get the Wanhus of the Central Army to follow my command if I don’t commit my Qiexue Cavalry?

Alachien stared blankly for a moment before he kneeled half-down to Yecian with a stern face: "Then I shall go now, Khan, take care!"

After receiving the order, he hurried away on his horse, quickly reaching several miles away.

Yecian Chrolus, with his hand on a curved saber, turned to the two people beside him: "Dasiming, although this battle has failed the expectations of your palace, I still wish to ask for your support for Meng Wu. Today, I no longer seek victory but only to inflict mutual damage, to perish together with the enemy!"

Upon hearing this, Dasiming was visibly moved.

Just then, a domineering and clear laugh came from the sky: "Well said, to inflict mutual damage, to perish together with the enemy!"

As this voice sounded, Li Xuan suddenly appeared high in the sky, wrapped in seven massive streams of Purple Gold Dragon Qi, descending here. The milky white HaoYi, mingling with the invincible army’s spirit and blood, materialized in the sky as a gigantic white ferocious tiger.

At that moment, Li Xuan, the White Tiger, and the seven massive Purple Gold Dragons all looked down on Yecian Chrolus with scornful disdain.

"Yecian, since you have this intention, I will now grant you this opportunity!"

In that instant, the heavenly level Zhenyuan and powerful forces of both sides collided, kicking up dust clouds all around.