Chapter Thirty-One: Blood Flows Like Rivers

  "General Wang, it's already the third watch, let's launch the attack now!" Deng Zhengcai asked Wang Zuwei in a low voice, behind them three thousand iron cavalry stood quietly.

  "It's time, this time we not only have to defeat Martin's 80,000 cavalry, but also the lord has ordered that several dozen tribes following Martin must be exterminated." Wang Zuwei said.

  "Haha, Martin's cavalry is just a mob, and when they camp at night, they are in disarray, without any military strategy to speak of. One charge can defeat them." Nie Songbai said as he mounted his warhorse.

  Wang Zuwei smiled and ordered: "Depart!"

  Thirty thousand iron cavalry under the leadership of Wang Zuwei, Deng Zhenglai and Nie Songbai rushed to Ma Dingding's large camp.

  Thirty thousand iron knights were mostly former soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army and the Blue Feather Legion, with no problem in loyalty, and had no relationship with various tribes on the Narati Grassland. After Wang Zuwei's order, they flew to Ma Dingding's large camp as fast as lightning.

  Thirty thousand iron riders galloped for several miles, and Deng Zhenglai and Nie Songbai each led ten thousand iron riders to rush to both sides, preparing to encircle Ma Dingding's camp from the left and right wings. The thunderous sound of horseshoes shook the earth, and three huge columns of dust swept forward like a hurricane.

  The Nalatigrassland Alliance was quiet, except for a small number of guards, the others had already entered sleep when the heavy hum sounded, and they got up one by one in panic.

  "What's going on?" Martin asked, putting on his clothes and walking out of the big tent.

  "Enemy attack! Sir, a large number of cavalry are approaching!" Martin's personal guard reported to him.

  At this time, even if Martin's guards didn't say it, Martin would have known what was going on. He put on his armor, grasped his long spear, mounted his warhorse, and shouted: "All generals follow me to meet the enemy!"

  However, Martin forgot that his cavalry was not a well-trained regular army, but a temporarily formed prairie league, which was inferior to the regular army in terms of reflection and discipline. As he ordered, these prairie leagues rushed towards Wang Zuwei's iron cavalry without any formation.

  Two cavalrymen collided in an instant, with flashing knives and cries of killing, a trail of blood glistened under the dark night sky.

  The leader of the Shooting Star Tribe is named Nansila, one of the few top-notch experts on the Narati Grasslands. He's called a top-notch expert because he's cold-blooded and ruthless, with unique martial arts skills that guarantee a kill with every move. Under his leadership, the cavalrymen in his tribe have also been infected by him, and although there are only 2,000 of them, no other tribe on the Narati Grasslands dares to oppose them.

  Nanxi La is not very talkative, but that doesn't mean he lacks foresight. Tonight, he ordered his tribe to be on high alert. When the enemy attacked, his tribe's 2,000 cavalry immediately gathered together. Under Martindale's command, Nanxi La led his 2,000 cavalry in a charge against the enemy.

  Due to the dispersal of Martindale's camp, Wang Zuowei had to divide his 10,000 troops into ten large teams to attack him. However, under the cover of night, Martindale and his men did not discover how many enemies were attacking them and did not make effective defensive preparations, but instead launched a chaotic attack on Wang Zuowei's iron cavalry.

  Nansi La's two thousand cavalry rushed out of the camp, facing Wang Zuwei leading one thousand iron cavalry. Nansi La saw Wang Zuwei wearing the uniform of the commander-in-chief and focused his attack on him. The two thousand iron cavalry also formed four arrowhead-shaped teams with five hundred men each to intercept Wang Zuwei's one thousand iron cavalry. Nansi La was like a sharp spear, directly targeting Commander-in-Chief Wang Zuwei.

  As the commander-in-chief, Wang Zuowei naturally knew that this war should be won quickly, otherwise, if Martindale found out about his own military strength later on, it would be troublesome. However, he did not expect that after receiving news of the enemy's attack, Martindale did not defend himself but instead ordered his troops to launch a counterattack.

  But this also gave him a good opportunity, as long as he defeated the first batch of troops who came out to counterattack him, Martin's army could collapse.

  The two thousand cavalrymen of Nansila were good at using guns, and Wang Zuowei's one thousand iron cavalry were also good at using guns. Wang Zuowei himself was also a master of using guns, so he was particularly excited to meet people who used guns. Therefore, Wang Zuowei's feelings towards the cavalry were naturally stronger than others, which is something that outsiders could not understand.

  Since they had to face two thousand well-trained enemies, Wang Zuowei immediately made arrangements. Now seeing Nanxi La rushing towards his central army, one thousand iron cavalry was divided into two groups, one group continued to advance, and he led one group to counterattack the Shooting Star tribe of Nanxi La.

  The elite iron cavalry of the Heavenly Wolf Legion and the tribal coalition forces of Martindale launched a grand battle at this moment, which is the most elite two troops in Wuwei. Their collision is the inevitability of history, the collision of the times, and the prelude to the great Qin sage's contention for hegemony over the world.

  Wang Zuwei watched as Nansila drew closer and closer, his mood growing more and more excited. Whether it was the Tianglang Iron Cavalry or the Shooting Star Cavalry, all of them raised their long spears in hand, unfolding the most tragic battle on the Narati grasslands.

  Nan Xi La is forty years old this year, twelve years older than Wang Zu Wei. Years of hard work have turned his eyes into a dull gray, and his tall body is like a mountain, full of strength. His gaze at Wang Zu Wei is filled with excitement, the war horse shoots forward in a straight line under his urging, and the black giant spear flashes with black light under his tenth-level power, directly targeting Wang Zu Wei.

  From afar, Wang Zuwei saw Nanxi La's imposing manner and also had the idea of a showdown. As a martial artist, it was hard to find a worthy opponent, especially for someone as proud as Wang Zuwei. Upon seeing such an opportunity, he could only feel excitement. With a tremble of his spear, he charged straight at Nanxi La.

  Two war horses crashed into each other, two figures already rose into the air, two guns shimmering with precision, constantly flashing in mid-air, emitting a thunderous sound, the huge noise shook people's eardrums ringing, the surrounding fighters retreated far away, head-bashing and killing.

  After three consecutive strikes, Wang Zuwei took a breath and shot out another bullet from the long gun. The bullet spun around in circles, forming a large flower-like pattern that trapped Xing Xie in the center. Suddenly, a strand of energy shot out from the flower at high speed, heading straight for Nan Xi's throat.

  Nan Xi La was no younger than Wang Zu Wei, and his strength was not as good as Wang Zu Wei's. Although his shooting skills were exquisite, in the continuous and uninterrupted fighting, he had already used up all his strength. Now, he stared blankly at the gun tip that emerged from the muzzle flash, unable to dodge, his dull gray eyes bulging out, staring fixedly at the two-inch-long gun tip flashing on his throat.

  Nan Xi La heavily inserted the gun in his hand into the ground, his hands tightly grasping the gun handle, his body standing upright and unwavering. His eyes stared straight at Wang Zu Wei who was standing tall in front of him, a large amount of blood spouting from his throat and splashing onto the ground in front of him.

  Wang Zuwei looked at Nan Xirai with admiration, swung his long spear and continued to charge into the battlefield.

  The cavalry of the Xingxing tribe saw the death of Nanxi La, and their morale collapsed. They fled in all directions, but this retreat was inexplicable to the cavalry of other tribes who followed behind them. Some also followed suit and retreated, so the number of retreating soldiers grew like a snowball. With Deng Zhenglai and Nie Songbai's iron cavalry attacking from both wings, the entire coalition army, except for the few thousand who died at the beginning of the battle, all desperately fled in retreat.

  Maddin Ding personally killed several fleeing soldiers during the army's rout, but it had no effect. He had no choice but to lead his personal guard to join the fleeing troops.

  Thus, on the Nalatigrassland, a strange scene was formed. From the sky, a large and chaotic army was fleeing in front, while behind them, 30,000 elite iron cavalry were pursuing in an orderly manner.

  The battle lasted until noon the next day, when, except for Martyn's personal guard of 1,000 who fled north, the remaining tribal coalition forces of 60,000 were captured and 20,000 killed, with the entire Narati grasslands soaked in blood.