Chapter 1: The Sun Rises for the First Time Section 17

  The two sides were two hundred paces apart.

  The formation of the wild goose has been completed. It's like a large iron wedge, ready to charge into the enemy's array with a menacing aura. The frightening thing is that Gong Sunhuo led the vanguard of 1,000 soldiers and took the lead by 40 steps ahead of Tie Lang who led the main force of 3,000 soldiers. Once the vanguard penetrates the center of the enemy like a nail, Tie Lang will take the main force to heavily strike down, then the defensive formation will surely collapse. Ke didn't see it, Quan saw it but didn't understand. The thin man understood but remained silent.

  The left wing of the Changluo tribe's army, with 3,000 troops as its main force, began to steadily approach the central army, preparing to support it. In Ke Zui's view, the central army would inevitably be unable to withstand Murong Feng's attack by 4,000 troops. After the collapse of the central army, the left wing's main force could fill in the gap and stabilize the defensive formation, standing on unshakeable ground.

  Gongsun Hu, who was running at the front, suddenly jumped onto the horseback, holding the reins with one hand and raising the large axe in his other hand, turning around to let out a loud roar: "Hū hū... Hū hū..."

  The cavalrymen were already hot-blooded and murderous in their high-speed charge, and when they saw their commander being so brave, they couldn't help but shout out loud from the bottom of their hearts: "Hū jiǎo... Hū jiǎo... Hū jiǎo..."

  Like thunder, the roar, like thunder, the sound of horseshoes, instantly echoed across the battlefield.

  Duan Song's rear army heard their own troops roaring and simultaneously raised their battle knives, responding in unison, "Hū jiǎo......, hū jiǎo......"

  The two sides were one hundred and fifty paces apart.

  As both sides were galloping at full speed, they quickly closed in on each other.

  Both commanders almost simultaneously shouted: "Draw your bows..."

  The bugle calls of both sides were identical, and it was impossible to distinguish which one belonged to the enemy and which one belonged to their own.

  The two sides were one hundred and twenty steps apart.

  "Let go..."

  On the battlefield, a shrill whistling sound suddenly came from two directions, one after another. The whistling sound quickly pierced into the clouds and was immediately drowned out by the sound of horseshoes. In the sky above the battlefield, two dense black clouds appeared, rapidly moving and intersecting each other, shooting towards each other's direction with a deafening crash.

  "Hsss... hsss..." The breath of death mixed with an unpleasant sound pierced through the heart.

  "Whoosh... whoosh..." The sound of arrows piercing flesh was incessant, followed by the crashing of horses and men, then screams, all drowned out by the thunderous pounding of hooves. The fallen and wounded soldiers were ruthlessly trampled by the warhorses, leaving behind a mess of bloodied and mutilated corpses.

  The two sides were one hundred paces apart. "Draw... your bow!"

  The two sides were eighty paces apart. The Iron Wolf's three thousand strong army was one hundred and twenty paces away from the central army led by Ke Zhi.

  "Let...go..."

  This time the range and density of the dark clouds in the sky were much larger than before, and they were divided into two pieces. The black cloud crossed over the iron horse running on the ground, blocking the sunlight that was shining on them.

  The shrill cries continued, arrows pierced the body, mournful cries, the collapse of war horses and warriors, the sound of horseshoes trampling flesh, blood, corpses.

  Ke Zhong's vanguard and Gong Sunhu's shock troops, after withstanding the second wave of arrow fire, immediately took out their long spears under the command of the ox horn signal, preparing to launch a fierce counterattack against the enemy.

  The two sides were forty paces apart and could clearly see each other's faces.

  The sky once again transmitted the shrill and piercing cries of the arrow rain that made their souls fly away. The soldiers of the Long Deer tribe simply dared not believe their eyes. A vast, dense, and dark mass of arrows almost all fell on the front-line soldiers holding long spears. More than 200 soldiers wailed in agony, accompanied by the mournful neighs of war horses before they died, like a patch of fallen wheat being trampled by the advancing allied soldiers and enemy soldiers at will. In an instant, they were trampled into a bloody and gruesome mess under countless hooves, just like a slaughterhouse, terrifying and blood-soaked.

  More warriors, like madmen who had lost their minds, were killing each other in a frenzy of slaughter, the cries of kill rising and falling with the wind that carried the thick smell of blood. The fierce battle had finally begun.

  Gongsun Hu wielded the massive axe in his hand, facing the long spear that was thrusting straight at him. With a furious roar, he chopped down. The long spear snapped in response, and the horse's head, which had just been raised, was split in two by the powerful axe. The warhorse's massive body, carrying the soldier's mournful cry, suddenly flew sideways, and was immediately knocked flying by three or four angry horses. In mid-air, the soldier frantically waved his arms and legs as he watched himself being pierced through the chest and abdomen by a cold long spear.

  Soldiers under Gong Sunhu's leadership charged forward fearlessly, fighting bravely and disregarding their own safety. The Iron Wolf's vanguard army, without facing direct enemy resistance, could once again unleash a barrage of long arrows, alleviating pressure on Gong Sunhu's assault troops.

  A dark arrow cloud shot into the enemy's central army, shouting and screaming. The soldiers around Ke Zhi only saw people shouting and horses neighing in front of them, but they didn't realize that Gong Sun Hu had already led the sharp-headed geese deep into their ranks. Suddenly, a rain of arrows shot over, and the soldiers were caught off guard, shooting down a large piece. Ke Zhi was like a wild wolf, roaring, furious, tearing, and killing towards Murong Feng's soldiers.

  Gongsun Hu bowed his head and chopped to death an enemy soldier who was about to chop at his warhorse, then with a big swing of his arm, he cut off the upper body of an enemy cavalryman on his left side. The blood that splattered out immediately dyed half of his body red. He was in the front, he was the vanguard for his comrades behind him. The goose formation gradually unleashed its sharp attacking power like a battle-axe. The soldiers following Gongsun Hu were lined up in an orderly manner, the outer soldiers chopped at the enemy cavalrymen, while the inner soldiers supplemented the casualties of the outer soldiers and used their long spears to help resist the fierce impact of the enemy cavalrymen's charge. The soldiers in the center of the formation shot arrows that took lives and souls at will, shooting down large numbers of densely packed enemies.

  The central army of the Changluo tribe gradually stabilized after suffering the earliest blows, they were like a pack of hungry wolves, surrounding and attacking a wild buffalo that had fallen into the wolf pack from all sides, opening their bloody mouths to pounce on it fiercely, biting and tearing at it with sharp claws. The fierce buffalo led by Gong Sunhu was enraged, it butted and kicked with its horns, using its powerful body to collide with the enemy.

  After the iron wedge had advanced fifty paces, a layer was cut off. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties and their numbers were drastically reduced, and the speed of nailing down the wedges became slower and slower. However, this wedge has basically approached the left and right wings of the Longluo tribe's steady advance.

  The left wing of the 3,000-strong army under the command of Quezhu, divided into 1,000 men to occupy the empty space left after the central army's attack. On the entire central battlefield, Gong Sunhu and Ke Mo each led several hundred men in a fierce and relentless battle. The Longluo tribe's army was fifty steps behind them, while Tie Lang's troops were thirty steps away.

  The horn of the Longluo tribe's army mobilization sounded one after another. Duan Song was the first to discover in the distance that the enemy's left wing on the battlefield was moving, and flags of various colors were floating in an orderly manner towards the rear of the central army.

  "Tell Tie Lang Qianfu, the left wing of Que's residence is moving to the rear of the central army." Duan Song turned around and shouted to the horned soldier. Tie Lang heard the long-awaited horn sound while running. The horn sounded one after another, like a roar that urged death.

  Duansong's thousand troops began to start again. The soldiers, under the command of the charging number, galloped with all their might, whipping the war horses, making a loud "crackling" sound. The war horses were stimulated and ran wildly. The speed got faster and faster, and the rumbling sound of the hooves got louder and louder.

  Gongsun Hu finally charged into the endless enemy formation. He let out a shocking roar, "Changlu pig..." The surrounding enemy soldiers were like madmen, completely unaffected by his roar. They had only one thought in their minds: kill this enemy. They heard only one voice: kill him.

  Gongsun Hu's giant axe had lost its shape, it was just a bloody mess chopping left and right, anyone who encountered it would die, anyone who touched it would perish. His subordinates closely followed him, wholeheartedly protecting him from all sides. Gongsun Hu's towering and majestic massive body was their battle flag, it was the direction they continued to advance in.

  On the small hill, Que Ju pointed at Gong Sun Hu's vanguard and said to the thin Han man beside him with a scowl: "They are extremely stubborn, they actually tore open a gap and charged into the formation. Ke Zhi has been fighting for over a decade, why can't he even handle someone else's vanguard?"

  "That's Gong Sun Hu. A real tiger." The man said with heartfelt admiration.

  "Feng Lie, don't get it wrong, he is your enemy now, no longer your comrade." Quan Ju said in a furious tone.

  "What's that got to do with anything? You watch, I'll count once and Gong Sunhu will take a step forward. I'll count ten times and Gong Sunhu will advance ten steps."

  His face was red with rage, he pointed at the battlefield below where the killing sounds shook the sky and shouted hoarsely: "Those are my people, my people. Why haven't you supported them yet?"

  Feng Lie gave him a disdainful glance, "What do you know? Have you seen Murong Feng? The general must have reinforcements hiding behind. No one can defeat the general."

  "You still call him Grandmaster? You've already betrayed him, do you know that? Today I'll let you see, without resorting to schemes and tricks, Murong Feng can also be defeated."

  "You people always underestimate the great general. We will all die, every single one of us." Feng Lie looked at Que Yu with a sympathetic gaze, as if looking at a dead body, and muttered to himself, "The general's strength is not something that you small-minded people can estimate."

  Gongsun Hu shouted loudly: "Kill Ke Zui, kill Ke Zui..."

  He saw Ke Zui, the man he hated most in his life. The nightmare that Ke Zui brought to them would never dissipate for a lifetime. It was a pain and hatred that cut to the bone.

  The lives of 20,000 soldiers. They were the 20,000 warriors who had fought in the great desert for ten years, and each one was a meritorious minister of the Xianbei state. Everyone lived and died with the general, and would rather rebel with him than leave his side - the Xianbei soldiers. Countless comrades, countless loved ones, were all destroyed by this traitor in an instant.

  Ke Zhi had been trying his best to avoid Gong Sunhu. But the surrounding soldiers were getting fewer and fewer, and finally met with Gong Sunhu.

  Ke had no courage to face Gong Sun's angry roar. He turned his horse around and retreated to the rear of the army, standing back in command position.