Chapter 1: The Sun Rises for the First Time Section 22

  Feng Lie didn't dare to collide head-on with the enemy cavalry, so he turned his horse's head and entered the passageway. Everyone finds it easy to talk about death, but when truly faced with it, many people choose to evade. Feng Lie evaded onto the road of death. Confronting the enemy head-on would surely result in being knocked flying, so it's better to kill a bloody path here. The long spear in Feng Lie's hand was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, he thrust upwards and downwards, parried left and slid right, yet still managed to ride his horse at high speed. The soldiers behind him didn't have his excellent martial arts skills, they were either hacked to death and fell off their horses, or were pierced by long spears, otherwise they would be shot dead by long arrows, then trampled by the galloping horses into unrecognizable shapes.

  Every enemy soldier in the passage felt that they had walked into death. The weapons of the opposing soldiers were flying around in front of them. The cavalry on the left rushed over and slashed down with a knife, while the cavalry on the right followed up with another slash, without even having time to breathe, and then two more cavalrymen came along and slashed again from left and right, leaving no time to react. Interspersed with this were long arrows shooting in from different directions at any moment. Death shrouded this narrow and winding passage.

  Murong Feng and Li Hong marched side by side, the two were invincible, rushing all the way, their knives constantly slashing at the enemy soldiers coming towards them. With the help of the powerful war horses galloping at high speed, they could easily knock down or even kill their opponents.

  The iron hammer formation of the Murong Feng army exerted a huge force, like a starving lion swallowing its prey's head in one bite. It was as if a giant centipede had opened its bloody mouth to devour food frantically, with no exit, only entry. The wind-splitting cavalry had no power to fight back at first, and were killed until the blood flowed like rivers. Nearly all of the vanguard army of over 1,000 men were lost.

  Murong Feng's army did not slow down due to the enemy's obstruction, they trampled on the bodies of the Niutou tribe soldiers, still rushing forward, wind and clouds were swept away, wherever they went, it was like a burst dam, waves surged, carrying wind and thunder, roaring down. Behind the Iron Hammer Great Array, there was a piece of bloody and mutilated limbs, hundreds and thousands of soldiers fell in the blood pool. There was no scream, no groan, just lifeless bodies.

  Feng Lie had withstood countless slashes from the enemy's blades, and suddenly found himself charging out of the terrifying land of death. Murong Feng's army was too fast, and had already left him behind in their formation. He hadn't killed a single enemy, because all he could do was defend, defend, and defend again. The enemy's blades came down one after another, endless and rhythmic, from head to toe, as if there was no end in sight. Feng Lie was busy fending off the attacks, but even though he managed to cling to life, it would have been better for him to die. His body had been slashed dozens of times, and he had taken five arrows, his entire body covered in blood, the pain almost killing him. The warhorse could no longer withstand the continuous heavy blows, its limbs going limp as it knelt to the ground. Feng Lie fainted from the pain, falling headfirst under the horse.

  Fearing being engulfed by the iron hammer formation, most of the soldiers on both wings fled in all directions, circling to the left and right wings and rear of the formation, launching a full-scale attack.

  The commander of the middle army of the Bull Head tribe realized that if they couldn't stop the advance of Murong Feng's army immediately, their iron hammer formation would be unable to withstand it, and all that would be left for them was death. After Wind Splitter and the vanguard fell into the enemy's array, command had been transferred to the middle army commander according to the rules. He ordered his men to sound the retreat horn, gathering the middle army's bugle. He prepared to disregard the number of deaths, using a purely suicidal method, with dense formation, to crash head-on into the iron hammer formation, forcing it to slow down. Once the enemy's array lost its speed, it would also lose its flexibility and mobility, leaving only each side relying on their own abilities, whoever could hold out until the end would be the victor.

  The vanguard of the Wind Splitter's army has been completely engulfed by the Iron Hammer's formation. They were like autumn leaves, swept up by a gust of wind, flying and dancing in the sky, drifting to desolate corners, turning into a pile of fertile soil.

  The middle army of Feng Lie was immediately rolled in.

  The enemy cavalry in front of Murong Feng was getting denser, more ferocious and less rational. They were like zombies who had lost their consciousness, or gamblers who had gone mad with rage, having staked everything on the table of life and death. Li Hong was like a bloodthirsty beast, letting out an inhuman howl from his mouth, his battle knife dancing like a small windmill, making a humming sound, and the enemy soldiers were falling one after another under this impenetrable blade, turning into departed souls.

  The soldiers of the Bull Head tribe used suicidal blocking to finally take effect after losing hundreds of people, and the speed of this mad wild bull on the battlefield began to slow down. The central army of the Bull Head tribe finally stopped the impact of the Iron Hammer array after losing a large number of troops. Later, the scattered troops who arrived in time topped up and merged with the remnants of the central army, building a solid defensive line that completely suppressed the impact of Murong Feng's army.

  More enemy soldiers who were squeezed out of the periphery fiercely rushed towards this head of wild and crazy cattle. The left and right wings of the enemy are opening up in teams, using the speed of war horses to directly face the side flanks of the iron hammer formation for alternating attacks.

  Murong Feng's soldiers suddenly suffered heavy casualties.

  Murong Feng heard the alarm horn. It was his own people telling him that both wings had been impacted by the enemy cavalry and might be broken through. The iron hammer array must have speed, without speed it would be a clumsy bear on the battlefield, although huge and thick-skinned, but ultimately it would be surrounded by wolves and bitten to death one by one. Especially the flanks, if the large array stopped, the soldiers on the flanks were basically live targets for the enemy's attack. The longer the time, the more destructive the collapse would be.

  "Left front dot circle strike...... Left front dot circle strike......"

  The horn-blowing soldiers immediately abandoned their attack on the enemy and, under the protection of comrades around them, blew the changing formation bugle with all their might.

  At this time, the iron hammer array still had a certain speed, which was enough to change the formation, and the two wings of the bloody battle were very spacious due to the distance the enemy needed to let the war horses run, which was more conducive to the movement of the wing cavalry.

  As the mighty horn sounded, Mu Rongfeng's soldiers ignored the enemy's brutal attack and began to change formation. The entire Iron Hammer Formation was like a solid iron plate. Now this iron plate started to rotate slowly but firmly with the left wing front point as its center. The soldiers at the left wing front point did not hesitate at all, immediately tightening their reins and stopping their galloping warhorses. Under the cover of their comrades, the flag bearers suddenly raised a three-zhang-high fire-red commander's banner. The huge flag fluttered loudly in the wind, standing out exceptionally on the intense battlefield. It seemed to be telling the soldiers: I am the center.

  Murong Feng urged his horse to turn sideways, slashing left and right. But the enemy in front was too numerous, with great resistance. The scene of rushing about on Burning Bull Prairie surrounded by enemies suddenly flashed into his mind. No, he couldn't let his soldiers be slaughtered. Murong Feng pulled tight the reins with his left hand, leapt onto the horse's back, and stood up straight.

  On this intense battlefield, exposing oneself to the attacks of all enemies is simply crazy. Li Hong beside him was stunned, he didn't even have time to shout "danger", and with a flick of his hand, he threw the war knife at the three whistling long arrows flying towards Murong Feng. At the same time, his right hand quickly took down the commander's flag from the horse's abdomen, unfolded it against the wind, and before it was raised, more long arrows had already been shot over. Li Hong let out a loud roar, using all his strength to swing the three-meter-long flagpole, desperately blocking the enemy's incoming arrows. One or two of them still managed to escape Li Hong's block, but they were harmless, deviating from Murong Feng. The large flag unfolded, covering up Murong Feng's figure.

  Murong Feng now faced his own troops, completely disregarding the enemy behind him, raised his sword and shouted: "Huuu..."

  The warriors who followed closely behind saw the general's bravery, and their morale was greatly boosted. They raised their arms and shouted loudly: "Hoo-ah!" The shouting startled all the soldiers on the battlefield who were fully focused on killing the enemy. They suddenly looked up and saw an unforgettable scene: the general stood on the back of a galloping horse, with a huge red embroidered flag fluttering in the wind behind him. The general was leading them to fight bravely. The general shouted loudly, shouting...

  "Hoo-ah!" The soldiers simultaneously shouted out their determination to fight to the death.

  The soldiers suddenly felt an infinite surge of power, hot blood boiling in their veins, a fierce killing intent bursting forth, and their intense will to fight reached its peak.

  Murong Feng raised his war knife high and let out another loud roar with the soldiers: "Hooooo..." The deafening roar finally unleashed the endless power of the warriors. To the ears of the Niu Tou Zu soldiers, it was like a thunderclap on a clear day, and their fear and panic almost reached its peak.

  Murong Feng turned around and landed on his horse's back, pointing forward with his battle knife, "Kill..."

  Two long arrows were stuck on his back.

  Although Li Hong used all his might to wave the giant flag, trying to help him block the arrows, he still couldn't avoid getting hurt. "Back again and get scolded by the old wolf. Go die." Li Hong charged forward with the three-zhang-long flag as a long spear, cursing the enemy in indignation.

  The speed of the rotating array suddenly accelerated. No matter how hard the soldiers of the Ren Niu tribe tried to resist, they could no longer stop the rotation of the formation. This mad wild bull was tied with a rope and was circling around a center, spinning even more wildly.

  All life within this circle was crushed into powder in an instant.

  The circular motion of the gyro array is a variation of the iron hammer array on the battlefield. Its variation is extremely difficult, with many limiting conditions such as speed, time, number of enemies, enemy attack methods, morale of one's own troops, and tactical literacy, making the success rate almost zero. However, today, thanks to Murong Feng's sudden strike, the opposing army was caught off guard, and their troops were disorganized and unprepared, leading to a hasty response and ultimately defeat, achieving the glory of the iron hammer array.

  The giant top spins wildly on the battlefield, moving quickly, trying to turn all absorbable life into ashes.

  The Niu army began to surround the large formation, organizing small teams of a hundred people, like sharp arrows, alternately charging from different directions, trying to tear open gaps and crush the spinning top into pieces.

  The battle has entered a stalemate.