xymnovel Chapter 970 The Fierce Battle of the Valley
Chapter 970 The Fierce Battle of the Valley
"Changing formation to Crane Wing!"
Zhao Tieshan wiped away the blood that obscured his vision. Suddenly, the cavalry of Wuxiong Right Guard spread out to both sides. The silver-armored cavalry cut through the thick smoke like goose feather blades, colliding with the Flying Tiger Cavalry in the middle of the valley, creating a cloud of blood mist.
Li Cunxiao, leading the charge, directly knocked three cavalrymen away with his spear, the tip of which suddenly turned towards Zhao Tieshan's face.
"boom!"
The Right Guard General cleaved the shadow of the spear with his Xuanhua axe, but the axe blade got stuck in the serrated edge of the spear shaft. Li Cunxiao grinned and swept the spear shaft horizontally, knocking Zhao Tieshan and his horse off the official road.
On the eastern cliff, Liang Lin used his double hammers to jam the winch of the catapult, and with divine power, he overturned the entire machine.
The soldiers of Chongyanwei screamed as they fell into the sea of fire. Burning logs rolled down the mountainside, turning the valley floor into a flowing inferno.
Suddenly, Qiao Shefei leaped into the fire, his Doomsday Double Blade cleaving through the burning antlers. The several Death Nails in his hand were used to pierce the armor seams of the Chongyan Guard officers, each nail penetrating their throats.
"Sound the retreat!"
Li Jingyuan suddenly shouted, and the sound of the gong from the Wuxiong Left Guard pierced through the thick smoke, and the silver-armored cavalry began to retreat in an orderly manner.
Just as Liang Fang was about to give chase, he suddenly saw smoke rising from the sea of fire at the bottom of the valley—three streaks of crimson smoke pointing straight to the sky. This was the signal that Meng Zhang's main force had arrived!
At the summit of West Cliff Peak, Meng Zhang's great banner suddenly appeared in the morning light.
The 150,000-strong Yellow Turban army pressed down on the city like a dark cloud. The sound of war drums shook the rocks falling from the cliffs. Li Cunxiao stood on horseback in front of the battle, and drops of blood from Yu Wang's spear fell in lines, reflecting an eerie red light in the morning light.
"Gu Changqing is almost here."
Qiao Shefei wiped the blood off his sword and sneered as he looked at the commander's flag that was faintly visible at the end of the valley.
There, the twin swords of Qiankun in the hands of the Great Qian Army God were gleaming with a bluish light, the silver armor of the Wuxiong Guards shone again in the morning sun, and the rock-gray battle flags of the Chongyan Guards and the blood-red battle flags of the Chijia Army intertwined to form a blood-red curtain.
The fire at the bottom of Hulu Valley gradually weakened, and broken halberds and spears were stuck in the scorched earth.
Before the words were finished, a clear and melodious dragon's roar suddenly echoed from the mountaintop.
Meng Zhang's main force pressed down on the city like a dark cloud, and the Azure Dragon Legion's unique heavy crossbow carts were being set up, the winches of the ballistae emitting a teeth-grinding creaking sound.
"Grand Tutor Gu has arrived at the perfect time! Let's see how many acts of this grand drama of luring the enemy into a trap are going to unfold?"
The Yellow Turban commander suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, and at the same time, the beacon fires in the valley turned a dark blue, signaling the Yellow Turban army's general offensive.
Suddenly, Liang Lin's twin hammers erupted with lightning and fire. The gunpowder hidden in the hammerheads was ignited by the qi, and with a deafening roar, it blasted a gap in the shield wall of the Wuxiong Guard.
Although the phoenix wing on Liang Fang's halberd was broken, a three-inch poisonous dragon thorn suddenly popped out from the tip of the halberd. Li Jingyuan was unable to dodge in time, and his left shoulder was instantly blackened.
"Form the Mysterious Python Formation!"
Tan Mengjun's voice suddenly pierced through the sea of fire. In the army suppressing the rebellion, the black iron shields in the hands of his Red Armored Army unfolded with a clatter, protecting the central army completely.
The heavy sword in the hands of this general who was suppressing the rebellion gleamed with an eerie red light, and wherever the sword's edge passed, the crossbow bolts of the Yellow Turban army snapped in two.
At the same time, the Chongyan Guards in front suddenly changed formation. Wei Tieyan led his men to insert their shields into the mud and took out specially made water bags from his bosom.
These sacs, made from pig bladders and filled with tung oil, were ignited by rockets and transformed into fire tornadoes that roared toward the Yellow Turban army's sulfurous fire belt.
"Does this scoundrel Meng recognize the 'Nine Appearances of the Cloud Dragon' of my Chongyan Guard?"
The clash of water and fire created a cloud of white mist, and Han Junfeng laughed loudly in the thick fog.
When the fog lifted, the cavalry of Wuxiong Guard had changed into specially made non-slip iron hooves. Li Jingyuan, despite his injury, used the final move of the "Thirteen Heavenly Spears". The hammer chain of Liang Lin broke as the spear passed by.
"General Li, please lend me your head!"
The Flying Tiger commander grinned maliciously, smashing the gun blade with one hammer and aiming the other for the old general's head.
The sound of a halberd cutting through the air suddenly came from above. Liang Fang also leaped towards Li Jingyuan, the tip of his halberd only three inches away from the old general's heart.
Zhao Tieshan cleaved through the poisonous mist with his axe, the blade bracing against the shaft as he roared, "Liang Fang, you scoundrel! Take this from your grandpa Zhao!"
This fierce general, covered in blood, fought two masters alone with his wounded body, and the chips on the axe blade became even more grotesque.
Meng Zhang, who was watching the battle from the mountaintop, suddenly raised his hand, and fifteen iron-clad wooden gates crashed down. These specially made gates contained iron caltrops, and they landed just in time to seal the valley entrance.
"Is Meng Zhang trying to trap us like a turtle in a jar?"
"Grand Tutor, it's time to bring out that item."
Tan Mengjun sneered as he looked at the gate amidst the swirling dust, and suddenly pointed his heavy sword at the Wuxiong Guard formation.
Gu Changqing's cloudy pupils suddenly gleamed, and the twin swords in his hand had been replaced by a gilded bell.
Suddenly, the veteran general leaped out of the command tent on his horse. The clanging of his hammer against the clanging plate produced a deafening roar. The sound waves caused slight disruption to the Yellow Turban army's formation. Suddenly, the cavalry of Wuxiong Guard collectively removed their helmets, revealing heads full of white hair—these were actually a suicide squad composed entirely of retired veterans!
"Listen up, you Yellow Turban rebels!"
Gu Changqing's roar shook the cliffs.
"Today I will teach you what it means to..."
Before the old general had finished speaking, Meng Zhang's main army had already swept across the eastern cliff like a black tide, and the armor of the Azure Dragon Legion gleamed with a phosphorescent light in the dark blue beacon fire.
"What a fierce battle! Issue the order to the entire army..."
The Yellow Turban commander looked at the chaotic battlefield, but his face showed no sign of seriousness.
Before he finished speaking, crimson fireworks suddenly exploded in the northwest sky. Meng Zhang's pupils shrank slightly as he saw that the fireworks revealed a hideous ghost face, and the coordinates of Calabash Valley were clearly marked on the eyes of the ghost face.
"That old scoundrel Gu Changqing, he really saw through it..."
He suddenly pulled on the reins, his expression shifting, but he wasn't overly surprised.
Before he could finish speaking, the sound of horses' hooves, like muffled thunder, suddenly came from outside the valley.
"Mr. Meng, Yun has been waiting here for a long time."
Led by Zhao Yun, who was riding a white horse and wearing silver armor, the White Horse Cavalry appeared on the mountain road like ghosts, and a uniform cold laugh came from behind their black iron masks.
"Did you enjoy your performance of luring the enemy into a trap?"
The general in white armor and silver armor had already turned the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear in his hand into a sky full of afterimages. Wherever the spear light passed, the heavy crossbow carts of the Azure Dragon Army were broken in one piece. He looked at Meng Zhang's calm and composed face and suddenly smiled.
At this moment, in Calabash Valley, the battle between Li Jingyuan, Liang Fang, and Zhao Tieshan has reached a fever pitch.
The old general's sword was chipped three inches off, Liang Lin's hammer chain wrapped around his right leg, and Zhao Tieshan's Xuanhua axe cleaved through the poisonous mist, aiming straight for Liang's face.
Suddenly, the weapons of the three fierce generals became entangled, sparks flying as they couldn't distinguish friend from foe. Suddenly, a deafening roar shook the earth from the depths of the valley. Everyone turned to look and saw the Martial Hero Guard's suicide squad pushing ten specially made trebuchets toward the gate.
"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!"
With a wild laugh, Liang Fang sent three crossbowmen flying with a single swing of his halberd. Meanwhile, Zhao Tieshan, on the other side, seized the opportunity to cleave Liang Lin's hammer chain with an axe. The fierce general, covered in blood, suddenly opened his mouth and bit the iron chain on Liang Lin's hammer. When his fangs sank deep, he actually pulled the Flying Tiger Commander backward.
"Iron Mountain!"
Li Jingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and his spear flashed more than ten feet long as he slashed at Liang Lin. The old general's white hair was completely disheveled in the fierce battle, and rain and mist rose where the spear passed, leaving a three-foot-long bloodstain on Liang Lin's chest.
General Flying Tiger grunted, his twin hammers transforming into a flurry of afterimages. Where the hammer shadows passed, the old general's armor shattered like butterflies, revealing the soaked linen shirt beneath.
Suddenly, a whistling arrow swept across the battlefield, and both sides, who were engaged in fierce fighting, stopped abruptly.
Meng Zhang's main army had already crossed the eastern cliff, and the armor of the Azure Dragon Legion gleamed coldly in the dark blue flames. Meanwhile, at the valley entrance, Zhao Yun's White Horse Cavalry were lined up in preparation.
Faced with the chaotic battlefield in the valley, Meng Zhang threw out a command arrow, and fifteen iron-clad wooden gates suddenly rose, revealing crossbow carts waiting in battle behind them.
"Grand Tutor Gu, please look carefully—this is what I have prepared for you..."
Meng Zhang watched the two sides fighting in the valley and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"A volley of arrows!"
He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, and looking at Gu Changqing's solemn expression at the other end of Calabash Valley, he suddenly roared.
In an instant, the Azure Dragon Legion's ballistae, crossbows, and triple-bow ballistae all fired simultaneously.
Crossbow bolts as thick as a child's arm swept across the battlefield with a sharp whistling sound, and the silver-armored cavalry of Wuxiong Guard fell in droves, while the crossbowmen of Chongyan Guard were pinned to the rocks.
Li Jingyuan swung his sword to deflect three arrows, but the fourth crossbow bolt pierced his left shoulder. As the old general staggered to his knees, he saw Liang Lin wield his double hammers like silver balls, deflecting the rain of crossbow bolts.