Chapter Thirty-Seven: Fierce Battle

  The enemy soldiers in front were getting closer and closer, Qin Chong slightly restrained the war horse, letting the soldiers behind him catch up and advance together. Although it's very heroic to be at the forefront of a single horse, Qin Chong has always had self-awareness, General Du Bingdang is brave enough to charge forward, he is an expert with great courage! If Qin Chong also imitates this, he can only be heroic once, and there will be no second chance, dead people have no chance!

  The rear cavalry of both sides shot arrows, while the front cavalry lowered their heads and charged forward with all their might. The Flying Eagle tribe wielded sabers, while the Qi Zhou Kingdom's cavalry held lances horizontally.

  The advantage of the weapon made up for the inadequacy of the cavalry training, and when they collided, seven or eight Imperial Guardsmen were knocked off their horses, while only one man from the Zhou Kingdom's cavalry was cut down by a saber.

  The ancestors of the Zhou Dynasty relied on a single iron spear to rise to power, so generations of kings of the Zhou Dynasty firmly believed that the spear was the king of all soldiers! The army of the Zhou Dynasty, whether cavalry or infantry, may not be able to shoot arrows accurately, and swords may dance chaotically, but spears must be trained to be fierce, accurate, and fast!

  Moreover, the spear of the Zhou state and the horse gun of other empires are different. The spear is only two meters long, which can be used for stabbing, lifting, and sweeping at a distance, and for drawing, blocking, and thrusting at close range. There is also a gun handle on the handle of the spear, so even if the spear is broken by the opponent, there is still a short gun that can be used to kill the enemy.

  However, there were some gaps that could not be completely made up for by the advantages of weapons alone. Mu Ke wielded his wolf-tooth club and charged into the Southern Army's cavalry unit. With every loud shout and swing, a soldier would be beaten until his skin was torn open and he fell off his warhorse.

  Qin Chong watched with his eyes wide open, urged the war horse on, and rushed over to Mu Ke's lower ribs with a slanting stab.

  Muke had long since noticed Qin Chong, the leader of the group. Now that his opponent was actively approaching him, it was exactly what he wanted. Muke's wolf-toothed club swung upwards from below, striking Qin Chong's spear and sending it flying into two pieces with a loud "crack".

  Qin Chong was just a commoner general, and he didn't have the opportunity to learn martial arts or wield a suitable weapon. His spear was a standard-issue spear, how could it compare to his opponent's unique and extraordinary weapon?

  Mu Ke let out a loud roar and swung his wolf-toothed club upwards, but then suddenly changed direction and slammed it down fiercely towards Qin Chong.

  Qin Chong swung his hand and thrust the remaining half of the spear at Mu Ke with a reverse strike, this was a way of fighting that would lead to mutual destruction. Although they had only exchanged one move, Qin Chong already knew that his opponent's martial skills far surpassed his own. Since he couldn't win, he might as well go all out! Besides, Qin Chong had seen Du Bing leading a large cavalry unit pressing in from the rear, even if he died, General Dang Kou would avenge him!

  In this fierce battle, Qin Zhong had no time to look back at his own rear, and Mouke was the same, he only saw that Jamukha Khan was pressing from behind, so... show off his bravery in front of the Khan! Mouke's stick moved non-stop, using only his legs to urge on the warhorse, just avoiding Qin Zhong's attack.

  The soldiers around Qin Chong saw their captain in danger and immediately abandoned their opponents, several bayonets stabbed towards Mu Ke at the same time, while Qin Chong also desperately turned his body to control the horse, trying to escape.

  Mu Ke was disdainful of the spear thrust at him, confident that he could kill the man in front of him and then deflect the spear. Just as he was about to do so, a severe pain suddenly struck his back, causing Mu Ke to let out a pained cry. His wolf-toothed club swung wildly, striking Qin Chong's warhorse instead.

  Several spears pierced Muk's body without any obstruction, Muk's eyes widened, let out a tiger roar, and struggled violently. Several soldiers who thought they had accomplished their mission were caught off guard, and were knocked down under the horse by Muk. The wolf-toothed club in Muk's hand also flew out of his grasp, smashing into a soldier who was trying to take advantage of the situation, causing his brains to splatter everywhere, and his corpse flew out.

  Unfortunately, no matter how valiantly Mukk fought, the spear quivering in his body told everyone just how weak he was. Several soldiers fell, but more came forward, their spears forming row after row of death symbols.

  Is this what Dahuan once said, 'a tiger fallen into a plain is bullied by dogs'? Mu Ke's consciousness gradually became blurred. He used his last strength to pull out the horse knife from his waist and held it high above his head. Suddenly, another severe pain came from the back of his brain. Mu Ke struggled hard to turn around, wanting to see who was the person who had shot him twice with hidden arrows. However, this wish could not be fulfilled. Mu Ke's vision turned black, and he fell off the warhorse.

  Du Bing let out a cold laugh, put down the longbow in his hand, raised his long spear and shouted loudly: "Kill!!"

  "Kill...!" The cavalry regiment behind Du Bing let out a thunderous roar.

  Mu Ke's men were in a fierce battle, and it wasn't until they heard the angry roar from behind that they suddenly realized that not only did they have reinforcements, but the enemy's reinforcements had arrived even faster. Despair caused their will to collapse instantly, and the difference between heroes and cowards was often just a thin line. They turned their war horses towards the slope, trying to escape the battlefield.

  "Surround! Surround the entire army!" Qin Chong jumped onto a warhorse that had rushed over, directing his troops with all his might. He didn't have time to celebrate his narrow escape from death now. The cavalry of the Ji Zhou Kingdom excelled at charging and killing, while the Flying Eagle Tribe's cavalry excelled at mounted archery. If he slowed down the advance of the Du Bing cavalry due to his own mistake, giving the enemy a chance to flee the battlefield, his fault would be grave.

  Under Qin Chong's command, they finally made way for the cavalry regiment to charge, and when Du Bing galloped past, he glanced at Qin Chong with an appreciative gaze, nodding slightly. A warm feeling suddenly rose in Qin Chong's heart.

  Unlike Du Bing, who was full of energy and momentum, Zha Muhe simply gritted his teeth and charged forward. He only brought two hundred-man squads, the difference in numbers was too great; from a morale standpoint, one side was excited about their successful conspiracy, while the other was filled with despair, it was already clear who would win or lose without even fighting!

  But Zha Muhe had no other choice, the war horse was impossible to stop suddenly in a high-speed charge, and forcibly pulling the reins would bring great chaos to the team. The most critical thing is that if he escaped, the Southern Army's cavalry would definitely take advantage of the situation and kill their way into his own camp. Chahar was leading the soldiers to put out the fire, and if they were caught off guard, they would never escape the outcome of a complete rout!