Chapter 25: Crossing the River! Crossing the River!!

  If one looks down from the air through the rain clouds, he will see thousands of people divided into two groups on the ten-zhang-wide front line, fighting to the death. One side is all black-armored and red-turbaned cavalry, while the other side is not even an army, but rather a group of farmers armed with weapons.

  But it was this group of farmers who stubbornly resisted the attack of the elite Xuanjia Hongjin Qi Bing, despite being on the brink of collapse.

  Looking further away, a cavalry with the same mysterious armor and red scarf was rushing towards the right wing of the peasant army from the side rear. The defense there was extremely weak, and if attacked, the hard-won front line would collapse.

  At this moment, a small team of black-clad and black-armored warriors appeared on the right side of the battlefield, barely holding off that group of mysterious armored cavalry.

  Qin Lei finally encountered a real battle after that night's oath. He knew that facing the undefeated Baishi Qi army, he couldn't have any luck, so he abandoned all distractions, drew out the mountain-opening knife from behind his back, and stood steadily in the formation.

  Qin Lei brought with him two squads of the Guard Regiment and a scout squad, totaling ninety men. These ninety men faced five hundred iron cavalry, at an absolute disadvantage. However, the Qin people never knew what it was to be afraid, especially when facing their arch-nemesis, the Bai Sheng Army.

  The team members held the crossbows steadily, lightly cocking the triggers. Each time an arrow was fired, it would take away an enemy's combat effectiveness. Unfortunately, the distance was too close, and after two rounds of shooting, the team members had to drop their crossbows and pick up their sidearms to engage in a fierce melee battle with the enemy.

  The guards' daily training was to form an array to deal with various impacts, and the Baisheng Cavalry, as the main imaginary enemy, was naturally the most important. The team members used round shields to protect their upper body, lowered their bodies, rolled sideways to the front of the horse, and fearlessly faced the charging cavalry, using the wooden knives in their hands to fiercely stab the war horses' legs.

  A sharp blade plus the violent speed of a warhorse charging head-on easily cut off the horse's leg. The warhorse that lost one leg could not maintain its balance and crashed to the ground after rushing out for a distance. Once the knight on the horse fell, he was killed by the soldiers behind with long spears.

  This strange killing method suddenly chopped down the Qi army, causing them to fall off their horses and miraculously halted this cavalry's advance.

  Fierce fighting appeared on every part of the battlefield, the air became more and more stagnant, blood mixed with rainwater into the mud, turning the riverbank into a strange brown color, and flowing into the water, dyeing the Lu River water into a enchanting red color.

  Zhao's face grew increasingly unsightly, he understood that this was the aftermath of the Baisheng army's two-day forced march and immediate engagement in battle. Exhausted and worn out, their combat effectiveness was less than half of what it normally was. If they could maintain even 70% of their usual standard, these local militiamen would not have been able to withstand them for so long.

  He raised the command flag high, drew a circle in the air, and pointed it firmly at the enemy formation. The heralds on the side saw this, and struck up the war drums with all their might. The stirring sound spread throughout the battlefield, reminding all of the Bai Sheng army that the moment of decisive battle had arrived.

  The hundred victorious soldiers shouted in unison: "Hush!" No longer worrying about being lassoed or having their horse legs cut off by the rolling knives, they charged forward with reckless abandon.

  It was mentioned earlier that the Hundred Victorious Army is proud, even if it's just a reserve. Especially when facing an enemy like the bandits, this pride often turns into disdain. They didn't consider their opponents to be equal adversaries and thus cherished their own lives all the more. They were afraid of getting injured or killed in such a meaningless battle and not being able to make it to the fight against the Qin army.

  So when they got serious and didn't spare their lives, the combined forces of the peasant army and the guards were no match. A black torrent rolled in, knocking away the enemy's long guns, and then smashed the reckless enemies into meat patties. In an instant, Qin Lei's side was squeezed into a narrow space of less than seven zhangs. Countless dark spears stabbed from all directions, taking away dozens of lives each time.

  Qin Lei also encountered the unavoidable enemy. Two spears stabbed at him simultaneously, Qin Lei didn't dodge or evade, he just used his mountain opener to lightly tap each spear seven inches from the tip, and the two spears slid out of control to the left and right. Qin Lei rushed forward to attack one on the left, while Shen Qing, who was guarding beside him, pounced on the other one.

  Qin Lei struck the horse's neck with one knife, and the heavy mountain-opening knife cut off half of the horse's head, spewing out fresh blood and dyeing Qin Lei's body red. Qin Lei was unaffected, let out a long whistle, and pulled out another mountain-opening knife with his left hand, chopping down the knight's left leg on the horse. The knights behind him stabbed again with their long spears, just as Qin Lei was about to repeat his trick, he suddenly felt a tightness in his back, and had already been pulled back into the formation by the guards behind him. The guards did not stop, one after another pulling him further back into the formation.

  After being passed from hand to hand, he found himself at the very back of the battle array, separated from the enemy by a dense crowd.

  Tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes, he wanted to open his mouth to shout, but couldn't make any sound. He was stunned by the actions of his teammates and for a moment forgot what to do.

  Since he came to this era, he has been reminding himself of his identity as an outsider at all times, making it difficult for him to develop feelings for anyone. He is always calculating how to survive in this era, calculating the value of those around him. And now, those bodyguards who were used by him as thugs, for his empty promises and pretentious performances,

  Several times of buying people's hearts, he was willing to face death and pull him behind his back, putting all the hope of life in this hypocritical 'instructor'.

  Watching his teammates being thrown out one by one, Qin Lei's eyes turned bloodshot, he roared with anger wanting to rush up and fight the enemy to the death. His teammates firmly blocked him at the back, by the bridge.

  They occasionally turned back to look at him, smiling foolishly, as if to say, Instructor, we're doing all right, aren't we?

  The slaughter continued, one by one the comrades fell before Qin Lei, as if sharp blades were being inserted into his heart. Time seemed so long, everything was like a slow-motion playback, Qin Lei looked up at the sky, and the rain seemed to have turned blood-red.

  Blood-colored memories.

  A delighted voice came from beside his ear: "Alright!" Then several guards lifted him up and rushed to the bridgehead, and the bridge was finally repaired.

  Unconscious Qin Lei was carried over the bridge, and it wasn't until he landed that he came to his senses. The first thing he saw was the peasant army and the guards rushing towards the bridgehead in a frenzy. In his shock, he finally regained the ability to speak and shouted with all his might: "Everyone retreat, cross the river in batches!" Lu Kan on the side had already been anxious to the point of speechlessness.

  The peasant army on the opposite side, seeing that the bridge was open, no longer had the heart to fight, and under the attack of the Baisheng cavalry, who would listen to his nonsense. They rushed up and crowded onto the narrow bridge, from time to time someone was squeezed into the water, wailing and being swept away by the torrent.