Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 908 - 748: Deadly Trap

Chapter 908: Chapter 748: Deadly Trap

Li Xuan and Yexian, at the moment of their fierce battle with Dasiming, Alachien and the Zhengtong Emperor were leading seventy thousand Qiexue Cavalry in a desperate charge toward the rear formation of the Jin Army.

At this time, the entire battlefield had plunged into intense combat.

The nobles of the Mongolian were far more resolute than Yexian had imagined.

Perhaps it was because they understood that once the Jin Army achieved a significant victory, there would be no place for them on these grasslands any longer.

So, when Yexian gave the command, thirty-nine out of forty-three Wanhuzhang positioned at the Central Army immediately led their troops to charge against the formation of the Jin Army.

They spurred their horses forward, braving the Jin Army’s artillery fire and the rain of bullets, storming ahead as if possessed by madness.

At this time, the Central Army of the Jin Dynasty, consisted of one hundred ten thousand soldiers from the Shenji Camp, forty-five thousand from the ten battalions, and one hundred thousand auxiliary soldiers with improved muskets; five hundred ten square formations were continuously firing.

After sustaining seven rounds of Two-Stage Firing, they could no longer coordinate uniformly. They began firing freely under the command of their respective Qianhu and deputy Qianhu.

The battlefield was filled with the ’bang bang bang’ of gunfire. Thick blue smoke completely enshrouded the mountains and fields, making it impossible to see anything within ten zhang.

Yet the Mongolian soldiers still fell in swathes, like wheat being harvested.

The preparations Li Xuan had made over the past month had not been in vain.

The officers and soldiers of the Jin Army fully understood the terrain here; even when their sight was obscured, they knew which direction to fire at that moment.

When the Mongolian Cavalry surged forward like a black tide, reaching a hundred zhang from the front of the formation, seventy thousand Mongolian Knights had already fallen along the way.

The Jin Army then smoothly transitioned their formation from "line column squares" to "hollow squares."

While reloading their muskets, they effortlessly fitted their long, narrow bayonets into the grooves on top of their gun barrels.

In an instant, two hundred fifty-five thousand bayonets stood like a forest, erect amidst this field.

Boom!

Shortly thereafter, the hundreds of thousands of cavalry finally crashed into the formation of the Jin Army.

At that moment, all Mongolian nobles and their brave warriors rejoiced ecstatically.

Based on their past combat experience, creating just a single breach within the Jin’s infantry would mean a resounding victory.

Their Iron Cavalry could then expand those gaps in the continued charge, trampling all Jin People in front of them into bloody mud.

However, what dawned on the Mongolians’ faces next was only astonishment and panic.

For they discovered that those small square formations of the Jin, bristling with bayonets, were almost fully intact.

The Jin Army withstood their frontal assault with dense formations and firing.

Instead, groups of Mongolian Cavalry were forced into channels deliberately left open by the Jin Army, enduring crossfire from all directions.

These grassland warriors, adept in mounted archery and skilled in combat, with cultivation from the fourth to the fifth house level, were armed to the teeth with armor and weapons from the battle at Tumu Fort and the Jinque Heaven Palace.

But as they entered the gaps of these "hollow squares," it was as if they had entered a slaughterhouse.

These ferocious warriors could only continue moving forward, like headless flies, being squeezed and pressured by the cavalry pouring in from behind. The bayonet formations on both sides prevented them from making any effective tactical maneuvers.

All could only tumble from their horses amidst gunfire from all directions, powerless to resist, slaughtered by the fusillade.

When Alachien led seventy thousand Qiexue Cavalry into the rear of the Jin Army,

It coincided with the moment when the tens of thousands of Mongolian Central Army were gradually getting lost within the Jin’s hollow squares.

All Mongolian nobles were in a state of panic, and the Mongolian Cavalry who had not yet charged into the Jin’s formation, taking advantage of the thick smoke, fled in all directions.

At this moment, the scales of victory on the battlefield had tilted overwhelmingly toward the Jin Army.

Not every Mongolian had the courage to nobly face death, to die alongside their chieftain.

Especially the herders conscripted by Yexian showed no hesitation in turning their horses’ heads and scattering to flee.

The ferocity of the Jin Army had already been witnessed by them.

If the Jin could not be defeated, and the "Divine General" of the Jin People, County Prince Fenyang, was willing to treat these grassland herders kindly, then why should they sacrifice their lives for those chieftains who would suck them dry of every last drop of their blood?

Alachien’s face turned ashen; he knew if the situation continued, less than one in ten of the seventy thousand Qiexue Cavalry behind him would survive that day.

What was more terrifying was that the hollow square formations of the Jin Army, which had been retreating, completed a turn in an instant and began firing fiercely at the Qiexue Iron Cavalry.

The square formations of the Jin Army could handle threats from the front, rear, left, and right with ease.

The barrage of lethal bullets that followed caused thousands of the Qiexue Iron Cavalry to fall during their charge.

Alachien suddenly accelerated his horse, as the lifeblood of the seventy thousand Qiexue Cavalry behind him gradually converged into a huge blood Jiao.

At this moment, all the Mongolian warriors held nothing back. Even the noble youths from the Wanhuzhang and Qianhu Nayan families were consciously invoking their lifeblood to its fullest.

At the same time, Alachien sensed an immensely strong life essence from behind,

Alachien knew it was the ancestor of the Chrolus family—the Golden Fuma, Mengketiemuer Chrolus!

This bolstered Alachien’s confidence, and he charged directly into the Jin Army’s formation on horseback.

Alachien’s strategy for breaking the situation was his own martial force.

His strength was enough to crush these tofu-like square formations one by one, leveling each in his path.

It was at this time that the Alachien saw a figure in a Confucian robe ahead.

It was Shang Hong, his hands clasped behind his back, gazing coldly at the Alachien from a distance.

"Alachien, your opponent is Shang," Shang Hong said.

At that moment, Shang Hong’s body burst with Hao Qi, and he even condensed a wall of Hao Qi thick with purple before him.

"—Mencius says, ’Those with the way receive ample help; those without it receive little.’"

As the words left his lips, Shang Hong even drew the united hearts, spirits, and vitalities of several hundred thousand Jin soldiers, merging them with his own Hao Qi.

In that instant, the powers of the two men collided like thunder and fire.

The iron mace in the Alachien’s hand shattered the wall of Hao Qi, but it let out a reluctant roar.

Because at that moment, his momentum was halted by the wall of Hao Qi, already diminishing its force by a third.

Yet in front of him, Shang Hong had erected a second and even a third layer of Hao Qi walls.

Unbearable fury and resentment filled the Alachien’s chest.

In the past, he wouldn’t have given a second glance to a newly ascended heavenly level like Shang Hong’s.

But today, this Jin scholar had harnessed the military power and national strength of the Jin Dynasty to contend against him.

At this time in the sky, the Golden Fuma, Yecian Chrolus was also blocked.

His opponent was the Zongdu of Xuanfu City, the Marquis of Changping, Zhu Guoneng.

This famed general, who had been stationed in Xuanfu City for thirteen years, entered the heavenly level late but made a rapid advance.

His ability to command the force of ten thousand armies ranked among the top two of all heavenly-level leaders in the Jin Dynasty.

Each strike he made with the massive military force was grand and majestic, shattering every blade of Qi from Yecian Chrolus, and firmly keeping his figure outside the ranks of the military formation.

And when both the Alachien and Yecian Chrolus, those two arrowheads, were blocked, the seventy thousand Qiexue soldiers behind them could only flood from both sides, crashing into the Jin formations with no way back.

In front of them, the soldiers of the Jin people all wore expressions as cold and impassive as iron; methodically loading their guns, then mechanically placing the muskets against their shoulders and pulling the trigger, sending out tongues of flame and thunderous volleys.

Countless volleys wove a deadly net of bullets among these formations.

Zhang Yue, taking over from Li Xuan to command the entire army, watched the scene with an impassive face.

Inside, he was exhilarated and overjoyed, feeling extraordinarily honored to be part of ending the era of the prairie iron cavalry.

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The Qiexue army’s charge failed, and its impact was immediately apparent on the Khan of Vala, Yexian.

His fierceness was no longer as intense, nor could he maintain his usual domineering coldness.

The Dragon Qi that wrapped around Yexian was torn into an unrecognizable shape by the seven Purple Gold dragons controlled by Li Xuan, teetering on the brink of collapse.

Yexian himself, under the oppressive will of Li Xuan, had to gasp for air, drawing more of the world’s spirit to replenish his rapidly depleted Zhenyuan.

The Khan of Vala was living up to his promise, wielding his blade with all his might, every stroke imbued with a do-or-die determination.

He probably also realized his own failure; even the First Emperor of Yuan’s presence would not reverse such a destiny.

Without the support of Dragon Qi and military power, he could not possibly be a match for Li Xuan, the County Prince of Fenyang, on the other side.

But Yecian Chrolus showed no intent to retreat; like Tuotuobuhua before him, he turned himself into a torch, consuming all of himself.

As he had said to the Alachien, he would not live like a rat, nor would he endure in humiliation like the former Zhengtong Emperor.

Li Xuan, sensing this resolute will, even noticed Yecian Chrolus’s ’Rule of Extreme Heaven’ beginning to take shape.

But at that time, Li Xuan’s attention was on Dasiming.

To him, she was the most dangerous enemy at present.

When Li Xuan shattered Dasiming’s supreme position, Tushan, the Nine-Tailed Fox, appeared nearby.

She transformed into a massive demon fox, her body ablaze with purple-red flames, her pupils shining with the mesmerizing and charming power of a deep blue light.

When Tushan appeared, Dasiming found her thoughts hard to gather.

Already ’Zhenya’ by the Shaofu, Yu Jie, she now found it even harder to make accurate judgments in battle when subject to the ’Fantasia’ and ’Charm’ of Tushan’s Primordial Spirit.

Inside her heart, however, there was a realization.

Li Xuan’s main target today was not Yecian Chrolus but her, Dasiming!

It was at that moment Dasiming felt a deep green-infused hand reaching for her back.

"You are Suiren Qiluo!"

When Dasiming thought of that name, she was immediately gripped by trepidation, and a deathly chill began to bloom within her.