xymnovel Chapter 220 Another Winner, Dragon Riders in the Back
Chapter 220 Another Winner, Dragon Riders in the Back
The sudden appearance of this heavily armored cavalry was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.
The three forces, including the Bull Demon King, who had originally gained the upper hand, now had no choice but to face this sudden change.
"Haha, Bull Demon King, Yellow Turban Warriors!"
A loud, unrestrained laugh echoed like a thunderclap across the battlefield of Luzhou, making everyone's eardrums buzz.
As the loud laughter rang out, a general clad in a qilin armor slowly emerged from the Daqian army.
He held a heavy spear in his hand, its tip gleaming coldly.
Several gemstones were inlaid on the Qilin armor, gleaming in the sunlight and shimmering with a mysterious light.
He was tall and robust, with a resolute face and an imposing aura that commanded respect without anger.
It was none other than Nangong Tianxia, who had already returned to Qianzhou to take charge and guard Qiandu, according to the previous intelligence from the Yellow Turban Army!
The heavily armored cavalry behind him, exuding an imposing aura, was the same force that had previously displayed its might in Ruizhou.
The Thunder Dragon Cavalry, a heavy cavalry force of the Great Qian Dynasty that defeated hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban rebels in Ruizhou in a single battle!
They were all clad in dragon scale armor, wielding thunder spears, and riding magnificent thunder steeds. From afar, they looked like a group of knights born from thunder.
The resounding clang of armor, accompanied by the neighing of dragon-horses, shook the entire battlefield like a thunderbolt.
At this moment, they stood in neat rows behind Nangong Tianxia, their armor clashing and making a clanging sound, as if announcing their arrival.
The appearance of Nangong Tianxia instantly made the atmosphere on the battlefield extremely tense.
The Bull Demon King and the Yellow Turban Warriors' pupils shrank, and an ominous premonition welled up in their hearts.
"I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
Nangong Tianxia shouted in a deep voice, his voice filled with endless chill.
His gaze was sharp as a knife, sweeping over the Bull Demon King, the Yellow Turban Warriors, and the others, as if he wanted to see right through them.
"Today, I will show you the true power of the Great Qian Dynasty!"
Nangong Tianxia said coldly, then raised his heavy spear and swung it forward.
"Thunder Dragon Riders, follow me into battle and crush these rebels!"
Nangong Tianxia's voice boomed like a thunderclap over the battlefield of Luzhou.
Clad in Qilin armor and wielding a heavy spear, he stood on the battlefield like a war god descended to earth.
At his command, the Thunder Dragon Riders behind him, like flames ignited, instantly unleashed a terrifying fighting spirit.
They galloped forward in perfect unison, their armor clashing with a deafening roar, like a thunderbolt, as they charged toward the Yellow Turban army, which was then relentlessly pursuing the vanguard of the Daqian army.
The once invincible Yellow Turban army was thrown into chaos by the charge of this iron cavalry. Their firm steps began to falter, and the arrogance on their faces was replaced by fear.
Nangong Tianxia took the lead, charging into the Yellow Turban army with the Soul-Destroying War God Yang Yin and the Azure Cloud Bow God Yun Xinrou.
The three of them were like three sharp knives, piercing the heart of the Yellow Turban Army.
Nangong Tianxia wielded the heavy spear, the Heaven-Splitting God-Slaying Spear, with the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger. Each swing carried the power of thunder and lightning, crushing the Yellow Turban Army piece by piece.
Yang Yin wielded two swords, striking with both hands, each blow fatal, causing the Yellow Turban soldiers to fall and their horses to tumble.
Yun Xinrou, on the other hand, drew her bow and nocked her arrows, and every shot was incredibly accurate, never missing its mark, striking fear into the hearts of the Yellow Turban army.
Under their leadership, the Razer Dragon Riders were like an invincible iron army, tearing apart the battlefield's defenses.
Their charge was as unstoppable as a raging flood, and each attack terrified the Yellow Turban army.
Facing the frontal charge of the Daoist soldiers and the Thunder Dragon Riders.
The Yellow Turban soldiers fell one after another under such a fierce attack.
Blood stained the battlefield, and agonizing screams echoed everywhere.
However, the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry did not stop their charge despite the Yellow Turban Army's defeat.
They continued their fierce charge, pushing the Yellow Turban army step by step into a desperate situation.
Nangong Tianxia brandished his heavy spear, charging left and right across the battlefield as if it were empty.
Each swing of his spear took the lives of several Yellow Turban soldiers, filling them with immense fear and despair.
Meanwhile, Yang Yin and Yun Xinrou, the two junior war gods beside him, were not to be outdone. They followed closely behind Nangong Tianxia and, together with the Thunder Dragon Riders, launched an even more ferocious attack on the Yellow Turban Army.
Yun Xinrou's arrows seemed to have eyes, accurately striking the Yellow Turban army's ranks and inflicting heavy casualties on the mid-level captains who were maintaining the Yellow Turban army's formation.
With the combined assault of the three of them acting as the spearhead, the Yellow Turban army finally began to retreat in defeat.
Although these Yellow Turban soldiers were under Meng Zhang's tutelage.
They are no longer the beggars and ragtag soldiers of yesteryear.
But facing the Razer Dragon Riders, they seemed to have returned to the days when they were refugees.
The feeling of facing the regular army of the Great Qian for the first time
The soldiers were terrified and their morale was low; their once high spirits had completely vanished.
They began to flee in all directions, but no matter where they went, they could not escape the pursuit of the Razer Dragon Riders.
Although the Yellow Turban army at the front was numerous, it was scattered and collapsed like sand and gravel being hit by a giant wave under the charge of the Thunder Dragon Riders.
Every time Nangong Tianxia swung his Heaven-Splitting God-Slaying Spear, it was accompanied by a thunderous roar, the spear tip pointing towards the target.
The Yellow Turban soldiers fell one after another, their blood splattering and turning the battlefield crimson.
Behind Nangong Tianxia, the Lei Ze Dragon Riders snaked forward like a giant dragon.
The armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the spears and swords in their hands were like the scythe of death, each swing taking the lives of a group of enemies.
The deafening sound of horses' hooves and the clashing of armor echoed through the Yellow Turban army like a death knell.
The Yellow Turban army's formation was torn apart time and time again, and its defensive lines were breached time and time again.
They screamed and ran in terror, but no matter how hard they struggled, they could not escape the ever-growing trail of blood behind them.
That bloody path resembled a crimson river from hell.
It meandered across the battlefield, swallowing the lives of countless Yellow Turban soldiers.
Despite the Yellow Turban army's defeat, the Thunder Dragon Cavalry did not slow their advance, continuing their thunderous charge forward.
There is only one objective—the battlefield where the Bull Demon King, the Yellow Turban Warriors, and the Azure Dragon Legion are besieging the Soul-Hooking Army.
That's the key to this battle; only by quickly sending reinforcements there can the tide of war be turned completely.
At this moment, the battlefield where the Bull Demon King, the Yellow Turban Warriors, the Azure Dragon Legion, and the Soul-Hooking Army were located had long been a scene of carnage and carnage.
Both sides were already bloodthirsty, as if they wanted to wipe each other off this land completely.
"Razer Dragon Riders, charge with me!"
Nangong Tianxia raised the Heaven-Splitting God-Slaying Spear high and shouted loudly.
He charged into the battlefield first, followed closely by the Thunder Dragon Riders.
Like a torrent of steel, it swept in, instantly making the situation on the battlefield even more chaotic.