Chapter 27 Intentional

  More than a hundred Chen troops running in the front, of course, fell into the trap and died thoroughly. The Chen troops behind did not know the situation, the momentum was too great, and they rushed more than a hundred people in the middle into the trap. At once, one thousand Chen troops lost three tenths.

  The surviving Chen soldiers looked at the trap with a frightened and fearful expression, seeing their comrades who had not yet died, still struggling in agony, wailing and crying out in sorrow, and couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

  A faint smile of despair and sorrow appeared at the corner of his lips, a clear voice covered the wailing sound of the wounded Chen Jun, "Surrender, you have no chance."

  The surviving Chen Jun was in a state of shock and confusion, looking at Gao Xing with both fear and anger, at a loss for what to do.

  "You despicable, shameless dog thief! Return our general to us, return the lives of our soldiers! Kill——" A low-ranking military officer's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted in a fierce grimace, his voice filled with absolute determination and hatred. He bellowed, charging towards him in a frenzy.

  With a sigh of joy and helplessness, a burst of "whooshing" sounds erupted, and the cries of agony rose again as nearly a hundred people fell to the ground. The nearly foot-long crossbow bolts had deeply embedded themselves in their bodies. The officer who had charged forward had his eyes wide with terror, letting out a few stifled gasps, wanting to say something but ultimately unable to get the words out, before tumbling to the ground with an endless hatred for Joy.

  Chen Jun cowered in a heap, looking around in terror at the nearly hundred black-clad men who had appeared out of nowhere about fifty meters away, their hands holding small crossbows with arrows that glinted with a cold, icy killing intent.

  "Surrender now, you have no chance." The cheerful voice softened a lot, making people feel warm like a spring breeze.

  Looking at the dead comrades in front of him with wide eyes, the people who were not yet dead in the trap looked at each other with pleading eyes, their faces twisted in pain. Some began to panic, "Clang", weapons fell to the ground. Emotions are contagious, like now, after the first surrender, a chaotic clanging of weapons was heard, and nearly 600 Chen* troops surrendered.

  Gao Xing was not a bloodthirsty person, the killings of his past life had long since made him weary. But when he killed people, he would never show mercy, as cold and ruthless as ever. Xu Feng's death at Chen Jun's hands was something Gao Xing had deliberately allowed to happen.

  Whether it was Happy who broke Xu Feng's arm, tortured him, stimulated him, and later used his body to block Chen Jun, all of this was done intentionally by Happy.

  If Chen Jun spared Xu Feng's life and didn't attack, Gao Xing would be delighted and the delay would be to his advantage. If Chen Jun killed Xu Feng, that would be even better, as the hatred would shift onto himself, and Chen Jun, eager for revenge, would surely give chase without relenting, and this great trap would be a gift from Gao Xing to them. Sure enough, everything unfolded according to Gao Xing's script.

  When a battle breaks out in the forest, war erupts quickly on the official road outside the forest.

  Just as Chen Jun's joyful expression was about to clear the road, a sudden and muffled sound of horseshoes rang out, like a heavy rain. Everyone looked back in the direction of the sound, and saw a black tide surging forward, carrying with it a vast amount of smoke and dust, with nearly a thousand black-armored cavalrymen charging towards them with great momentum.

  "Defend!" The deputy general shouted loudly, but those heavy armored cavalrymen had already approached within a hundred meters.

  The cavalrymen's longbows were drawn like full moons, and although the horses were galloping at high speed, their upper bodies remained very stable, with no significant trembling of the bows in their hands.

  "Loose!" The general who led the black armored cavalry was Shang Buqi. With a loud shout, a dense rain of arrows shot down towards Chen's army. The terrified screams and the painful wails of those hit by arrows mixed together, creating a chaotic scene.

  "Crossbow!" Shang's expression remained stern and cold, quickly finishing his work. At the same time, he grasped the crossbow hanging from one side of the saddle in his hand. The cavalrymen behind him almost simultaneously raised their crossbows to shoulder level.

  "Fire!" The two sides were sixty meters apart, and the order was given. A shrill whistling sound filled the air as countless crossbow arrows pierced the bodies of Chen's soldiers.

  Again, the crossbow was exchanged, released, and there was not a single pause in between. The movement was swift and neat, like flowing clouds and water. After two rounds of crossbow arrows were fired, Chen's army had already arrived at the front of the enemy's formation, twenty meters away, while Chen's army also suffered losses of six or seven hundred people under the shooting of the front and rear crossbows.

  At this time, Chen Jun had barely organized a formation, with the baggage carts arranged on the periphery and all the infantry standing behind them. It would be foolish for Shang to charge into the formation.

  Shang Buqi didn't abandon the reins, and the horse instantly turned around, bringing the cavalrymen behind him, drawing an arc, almost brushing against Chen Jun's formation, charging out at a slant. Fortunately, among Chen Jun's 2,000 men, there were no archers, otherwise Shang Buqi's approach of giving away the flank to the enemy would have been suicidal. After these days and several battles, these cavalrymen were no longer new recruits, having killed people and seen blood, their abilities had made great progress in all aspects, including horsemanship.

  After charging out for 100 meters, the heavy cavalry did not give up on reorganizing their formation. Within 20 breaths of time, everyone had already reloaded their crossbows.

  "Charge!" Without another word, Shang Abandoned led the cavalry in another charge against Chen's army. With high saddles and stirrups, controlling the horses was much easier, and skilled riders could almost completely free their hands. Without needing to be ordered, all the cavalry readied their bows and arrows again, aiming directly at Chen's army.

  "Loose!" When they were seventy meters away from Chen Jun, he gave a loud shout. All the riders raised their longbows at an angle of forty-five degrees.

  "Fire!" With a loud command from Shang Buqi, "Whoosh", the arrows shot towards the sky. After losing their initial forward momentum, they suddenly fell downwards under the effect of gravity, plummeting rapidly.

  Chen's soldiers quickly raised their shields above their heads, but they still couldn't completely block the dense hail of arrows with strong penetrating power, and another hundred or so men fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

  Again after two rounds of crossbow arrows, there was a heavy resistance, and Chen's army only lost dozens of people. Shang did not give up and retreated again, but this time he did not rush to pursue, instead standing still about 100 meters away, as if waiting for something.

  The Qi army did not advance, and Chen's military heart was relieved at the same time, but also very worried. The Qi army was a cavalry with strong breakthrough power and mobility, they were different, only infantry, no formation, facing the cavalry with bows and crossbows, like naked lambs, like living targets.

  If both sides are stuck here, from a strategic point of view, Chen's army has already lost.

  Just as General Chen was getting anxious, the forest transmitted a chaotic footstep sound, and he was overjoyed. The enemy's bows and arrows were limited in number, and their horse power also had a limit. As long as they were consumed cleanly, their own side was twice as many as the enemy, and the chances of winning were quite large.

  The bigger the hope, the greater the disappointment. Xu Feng indeed came out, being dragged out by someone. His clothes had long been soaked in blood, his eyes were wide open, his expression was stiff, and he was still dead.

  "General Xu!" Chen and his soldiers recognized Xu Feng and couldn't help but exclaim.

  "Xu Feng is dead, will you still resist stubbornly?" A loud shout rose up, the voice was enormous and shook the heavens.

  A crowd of soldiers looked over and saw a man wearing a black face mask with sharp teeth, dressed in black, walking slowly out of the forest with a shiny steel knife in his hand. The chaotic demon king from before was closely following behind him, it was actually Gao Xing and Yao Zhong.

  "Was it you who killed General Xu?" Deputy General Chen * Jun asked with red eyes and a trembling voice, his tone somewhat suspicious, not daring to believe that Xu Feng had died so suddenly.

  "Not bad, are you ready to surrender?" Gao Xing asked lightly without lifting his head, using the shiny steel knife in his hand as a small knife to gently trim his fingernails.

  "Humph! Let's surrender, you're dreaming! Brothers, follow me to kill this servant and avenge General Xu!" The deputy general bellowed, about to charge out.

  "Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" Gao Xing said lightly without even lifting his head.

  A bright light flashed by, and the figure let out a mournful cry. His eyes stared straight ahead in excitement, yet he dared not believe it as he lowered his head to look down. A steel knife had pierced his abdomen, the very same steel knife that had been used to trim his fingernails just moments before. Fresh blood gushed out like a fountain, and it was clear that he would not survive.