xymnovel Chapter 79 Wanyan Tribe, Three Fierce Attacks
Chapter 79 Wanyan Tribe, Three Fierce Attacks
Wanyan Aguda suddenly drew the long sword inherited from his ancestor from his waist. The blade reflected the distant firelight and the blood-red sunrise, gleaming with a chilling light.
He raised his sword high, focusing his energy in his dantian:
"Eagles of the Wanyan tribe! Helan Cangfeng is ruthless, treating us like straw dogs, robbing us of our provisions, driving our sons to their deaths, and leaving behind a blood debt!"
Today, the mighty Xia army has defeated the enemy chieftain, and the barbarians' fate is sealed! The time for revenge has come, and the road to Xia's return is at hand!
"Follow my blade, slay the wicked traitors, submit to the true line of the Great Xia, avenge our fallen brothers, carve a path to survival for my Wanyan tribe, protect my wife, children, and elderly parents, and ensure the eternal prosperity of my tribe!"
"Roar—! Submit to Great Xia! Slay the traitorous Helan! Avenge our wrongs!"
Five thousand iron cavalry roared in unison, their voices soaring into the sky. These warriors, mostly young and strong men from the Wanyan tribe, all had bloodshot eyes and faces contorted with excitement and hatred.
They had had enough of the oppression and had seen through the hypocrisy of the so-called royal court. At this moment, they transformed all their humiliation and anger into a fighting spirit to the death!
"Zongbi! Jin Danzi! Shan Shituo!" Wanyan Aguda's gaze swept over the three impatient generals beside him, his eyes flashing like lightning.
"According to the established plan, the three of you will act as the spearhead, tearing a bloody path forward and heading straight for Helan Cangfeng's central command tent! Capturing and killing this fiend will be the greatest achievement!"
"Yes, sir!"
Three fierce and incomparable auras suddenly erupted!
On the left is Jin Wuzhu, who is only eighteen years old. He is already tall and straight like a spear, with a handsome face but also a fierce look like a wolf cub from the grasslands.
The divine weapon, the Golden Sparrow Axe with a dragon's tail and phoenix head, in his hand radiated a bloodthirsty light. He spurred his horse's flanks, and the warhorse neighed as it charged forward!
On the right is Jin Danzi, Wanyan Aguda's nephew. He is only fifteen years old, but he is broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, like a moving small mountain.
In his hands were a pair of golden bronze hammers, each weighing 120 jin (approximately 60 kg), with hammerheads as large as bamboo hats and shimmering with purple-gold. They swung with a fierce whistling sound, making him a renowned young powerhouse in the Wanyan tribe and even the entire Dongyi grasslands.
He grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and urged a particularly magnificent black-maned horse to follow closely behind Jin Wuzhu.
In the center is the Mountain Lion Camel. He is not of Wanyan blood, but an orphan of the grasslands who was adopted by Wanyan Aguda from a young age. He is named for his amazing appetite and immense strength.
He had a rugged face and was taciturn. In his hand was a specially made gilded halberd, which weighed over 150 pounds! He grunted and started up like a wild elephant, roaring ahead.
"kill--!"
Three roars merged into a deathly sonic wave. The three men and three riders, arranged in a triangular formation, shot fiercely at the bewildered Eastern Yi garrison who were still trying to stop them, like three heavily armored arrows released from a bow!
The Dongyi garrison nearby was already in a state of panic due to the defeat at the front and the chaos at the camp gates. Now, seeing the Wanyan tribe, who also belonged to the Dongyi camp, suddenly turn against each other, they were even more shocked and bewildered.
A minor clan leader, subordinate to Helan Cangfeng's direct lineage, suppressed his fear, raised his spear, and shouted sharply:
"Wanyan Aguda! How dare you betray the Marshal and the King! Brothers, these traitors are few in number. Follow me and kill them all. Hold this place, and the Marshal will reward you handsomely!"
His hundred or so soldiers, mostly his own clansmen, mustered their courage upon hearing this and formed a loose spear formation, attempting to block Jin Wuzhu, who was leading the charge.
Jin Wuzhu's eyes were cold, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Facing the several spears thrusting at him, he neither dodged nor avoided them, and his warhorse did not slow down at all.
Just as the spear tip was about to touch him, he suddenly pulled on the reins, and the warhorse reared up. At the same time, the golden sparrow axe in his hand drew a strange arc from bottom to top!
"Breakthrough!"
The axe blade did not strike the spear tip head-on, but rather slid into the spear shaft that had first thrust forward, like a nimble snake. Then, with a flick of the wrist, the dragon-tail hook on the back of the axe caught the spear shaft, and with the force of the warhorse's fall and the power of the axe's own waist, it suddenly pressed down and twisted!
"Snap!"
The spear shaft, made of fine wood, snapped in two! The clan chief felt a sudden lightness in his hand and turned pale with shock.
Jin Wuzhu's movements were fluid and graceful. After breaking the spear, he used the momentum to spin the Golden Sparrow Axe, and the broad axe blade transformed into a dazzling golden halo!
"A Glimpse of the Golden Sparrow!"
Pfft—!
A cold glint swept across his neck. The chieftain didn't even feel pain before he saw his headless body slowly slide off the horse. His vision spun, and he finally fell into eternal darkness.
His head rolled to the ground, his face still frozen in shock and resentment.
"Chieftain!" The soldiers behind him cried out in anguish.
However, Jin Wuzhu's killing spree had only just begun.
He was like a tiger among sheep, wielding his Golden Sparrow Axe with ruthless and cunning moves, combining strength and skill.
Where the axe flashed, severed limbs flew everywhere, and blood sprayed like rain.
The hundred-man spear formation was torn apart like paper under the ferocious attack of this stern opponent from the Southern Song Dynasty. In just a dozen breaths, corpses littered the ground, and no one remained standing.
Without pausing, Jin Wuzhu pointed his blood-stained battle axe at his next target and continued his charge forward.
On the other side, Jin Danzi led a thousand iron cavalry with a clear objective: the Dongyi rear camp's important grain and fodder area!
Along the way, a group of about three hundred Dongyi rear camp infantrymen rushed to intercept them.
These soldiers were mostly old, weak, or auxiliary troops, poorly equipped, and had low morale.
The leading commander brandished his long sword and roared, his voice fierce but his heart pounding:
"Traitor! How dare you attack our vital supply depot! Stop right there!"
Jin Danzi didn't even bother to lift his eyelids; he disdained to use any techniques against an opponent of this caliber.
Seeing the commander swing his sword down, the muscles in his right arm bulged instantly, and he raised the terrifying purple-gold hammer in his hand from bottom to top with a simple and unadorned "Overlord Lifts the Tripod" to meet the incoming long sword.
"Clang—Bang!"
Amidst a deafening roar, the fine iron longsword, like a fragile withered branch, was smashed into three pieces on the spot by the purple-gold hammer!
The shattered blades shot out, slashing several unfortunate soldiers behind the commander.
The immense impact caused Qianhu to instantly lose feeling in both arms, his bones groaning under the strain, his hands torn open, and blood flowing freely.
Before Qianhu could even scream, Jin Danzi's left-handed hammer followed closely, delivering a simple and brutal sweep that pierced through the enemy ranks.
The golden hammer, accompanied by a terrifying whistling sound, slammed solidly into Qianhu's chest and abdomen.
"Pfft—crack!"
The sickening cracking sound of bones breaking was like popping beans.
The commander's chest caved in at a visible speed, and he was sent flying backward like a catapult projectile.
He knocked down four or five soldiers behind him before collapsing to the ground like a broken sack, spitting out black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He convulsed a couple of times and then fell silent.
With their commander dying a gruesome death in an instant, the remaining Dongyi auxiliary soldiers had no will to fight left. They let out a shout, dropped their weapons, and fled in all directions, crying and screaming.
Jin Danzi, however, was caught up in the killing frenzy. He was a violent man and loved the feeling of overwhelming destruction.
He spurred his warhorse and chased after the fleeing soldier like a shadow, wielding his double hammers with both hands.
The purple-gold hammer was deadly to anyone who touched it. Some soldiers were struck on the head with a single blow, their skulls exploding like watermelons; others were swept in the waist and abdomen, their bodies snapped in half; and still others were struck by both hammers together, instantly turning into a pool of mangled flesh and blood.
Wherever it passed, it was truly like a savage behemoth crushing a swarm of ants, leaving behind a scarlet path paved with broken bones and flesh.
With almost no decent resistance, Jin Danzi led his troops to the supply depot.
The area is enclosed by a thick log fence, with tents stretching out inside and piles of grain sacks and hay faintly visible.
A dozen guards tried to close the gate, but Jin Danzi smashed the latch and half of the wooden door to pieces with a single blow.
He charged into the camp, reined in his horse, and looked around. He remembered Wanyan Aguda's instructions:
Burn it! Burn it as cleanly as possible!