readsfreenovel Chapter 238 Revenge 1 Sword
Chapter 238 Revenge 1 Sword
The explosion in the middle of the valley, like an order, triggered explosions at both ends of the valley. Six large thunder bombs and six small thunder bombs, and dozens of large straw bundles doused with alcohol, were like the Grim Reaper, taking away countless Liao soldiers' lives.
The most terrifying thing was that the Liao army horses near the explosion point were all frightened and mad, neighing and running wildly. The unprecedented and unheard-of thunder and lightning punishment from the sky made the Liao army soldiers also scream and run wildly in fear. In the narrow valley, more Liao soldiers were killed by being hit or trampled than those killed by the explosion or burned.
Yang Ye and the soldiers of the Huoshan Army were all dumbfounded. What was going on? In the valley, thunder rumbled, fire and smoke filled the air, and the Liao soldiers shouted and neighed in a shrill and terrifying voice.
Opportunities are rare and will never come back. Yang Ye gave the order in a serious tone: "Charge in!"
After the Volcano Army soldiers responded to the order in unison and were about to ride their horses forward, a thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded behind them.
Yang Ye turned his head and saw a group of elite cavalrymen in dark iron armor rushing towards him from the hillside in front of the left with great momentum.
"Mo Yunqi? His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin is coming." Yang Ye shouted excitedly.
He quickly commanded his Volcano Army soldiers to clear the way into the valley entrance so as not to hinder the murderous aura and tremendous power of the Mo Yun Cavalry elite soldiers when they charged.
Yun Yi, who was rushing in the front, raised his hand to signal Yang Ye as a greeting, and then rushed into the valley entrance side by side with Wu Xing.
Several messengers on horseback waved their flags and shouted in the chaos of the troops, who were running around like flies: "The marshal has given an order! Reorganize the formation and turn around to retreat to the valley entrance behind!... The marshal has given an order! Reorganize the formation and turn around to retreat to the valley entrance behind!..."
The elite Moyun cavalry had already rushed into the valley entrance, their steel swords gleaming with cold light as they charged towards the Liao army that had no will to resist. …
Yang Ye also followed closely with the soldiers of the Volcano Army, and rushed towards the Liao Army with red eyes, avenging the brothers who died at their hands!
The elite soldiers of the Moyun Cavalry were arranged at the valley entrance to ambush and annihilate the Liao army in the valley. The only ones the King of Qin brought to the top of the mountain were the shadow guards and the princess's female soldiers. Forty-eight people were scattered on the tops of the mountains on both sides of a seven or eight li long area. Several people in a group threw thunder bombs and alcohol-sprinkled straw bundles, which exploded and set fire.
The group of Qin Wang Zhao Defang and Luo Li only had eight people. The valley was too deep, and the Liao army's arrows could not reach up, and the arrows in their hands could not reach the Liao army. After throwing the thunder bombs and the straw bundles sprinkled with alcohol, they stood on the top of the mountain to watch the excitement.
The King of Qin, who was overlooking the battle, suddenly felt a chill on his back!
Feeling a chilling murderous aura, he calmly tensed all his muscles and reached for the Yuchang sword stuck in his boot.
Taking advantage of the sounds of explosions, shouts of people and neighing of horses, and billowing smoke, Cheng Wuya sneaked from the back slope to the top of the mountain, staring at the back figure ten steps away, with the Zhanlu sword in his hand ready to strike.
Cheng Wuya, who was lying on his stomach behind a piece of bluestone, mobilized all the internal energy in his dantian and channeled it into his right arm. He suddenly rose up, and the Zhanlu sword, with the sword energy that could destroy everything, stabbed at the back of the King of Qin...
Sensing the murderous aura, the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor turned around suddenly!
"Be careful!..." He shouted the warning and turned around to pounce on the assassin, but his skinny body was blown away by a palm wind with great force and fell into the deep valley behind him.
The tip of the sword was about to pierce the body of the King of Qin, but there was already a sinister look of joy in Cheng Wuya's eyes. However, the body moved to the left in an instant, and a short sword with a cold glow blocked the sword.
After Qin Wang Zhao Defang stepped sideways to avoid the fatal sword behind him, he blocked the sword with the Yuchang dagger in his hand and kicked back with his right leg!
The long leg kicked with a force of a thousand jins and the sound of wind. Cheng Wuya had to raise his left arm to block it, but his internal strength was not enough, blood mist spurted out of his mouth, and he was blown away by a huge force. The four men hiding in the dark flew forward, and according to the leader's instructions, they must kill him with one strike and immediately protect him to escape if they could not succeed, they carried the seriously injured leader and ran down the mountain.
Luo Li and the others, who were concentrating on watching the fierce battle in the valley, only sensed something unusual at this time and turned around.
King Qin did not chase after Cheng Wuya and take his life, but held the Yuchang dagger to protect Luo Li beside him. He looked coldly at the white-haired figure and said, "Brother Han, I haven't seen you for many years. I hope you are well!"
Han Bei was tall and slender, with a head of white hair on his handsome face, but it did not diminish his noble and elegant temperament. His eyes were indifferent and cold, and his voice was also indifferent and cold, "Junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years. Your skills have improved so much. You are worthy of being the disciple that Master Uncle is proud of."
"Brother Han, you are too kind. When it comes to martial arts talent, you are no worse than me. It's a pity that you met a master like Xuan Yinzi, who wasted a piece of beautiful jade."
A trace of pain flashed across Han Bei's cold eyes, and he smiled bitterly, "Don't say anything. Once a teacher, always a father. Although I am a traitor in the eyes of my master, I must repay the master's kindness in raising me and teaching me martial arts.
"Little Junior Brother, I am here today to avenge my master. I have knocked Master Ghost Hand into the abyss with one palm strike. You, take my sword strike!"
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor was knocked down into the deep valley by a palm strike, and Zhao Defang was also facing a formidable enemy. Luo Li knew that this handsome guy with a head full of white hair was a powerful enemy with superb kung fu. The key point was that this handsome and harmless guy was actually the disciple of the old devil Xuan Yinzi who almost used this lady as a medicine cauldron.
Facing such a top master, the first to strike is the strongest, and the last to strike will suffer. Luo Li silently took out her pistol. Qin Wang Zhao Defang grabbed her wrist and said, "Li'er, don't kill him!"
Luo Li looked up at Zhao Defang uncertainly, and after confirming that this man was indeed not having a high fever and talking nonsense, although she didn't know the reason, she still held the pistol in her hand with the muzzle lowered.
Han Bei looked at Luo Li curiously, thinking to himself that his junior brother had told her not to kill him. He could never believe that this beautiful and foolish princess with no internal energy had the ability to kill him.
Qin Wang Zhao Defang walked thirty steps to the left and stopped to the left of Han Bei. He turned to face him and said, "Brother Han, draw your sword!"
"Okay! Junior brother, let's end our feud with one sword. Be careful!"
Han Bei finished speaking calmly, his black robe fluttering in the wind, his aura rising, his elegance and coldness gone, a fierce murderous aura spreading from that figure in all directions, Luo Li, who was thirty steps away from him, could not help but shiver!
The figure leaped up, a sword light burst out, and a sword beam more than three feet long shot out with the force of thunder and a murderous aura that could pierce through rocks and split the earth, and stabbed at Qin Wang Zhao Defang who was standing upright!
Qin Wang Zhao Defang also jumped up, and the short sword in his hand shot out a cold light about a foot long. The air storm caused by the sword energy swept the stones and gravel on the ground into the air. Amidst the intensive sound of metal clashing, Qin Wang Zhao Defang's body flew backwards in the eye of the storm of flying sand and rocks.
The King of Qin somersaulted several times before he was able to get rid of the remaining force on his opponent's sword. He landed gracefully on the ground, a dazzling red color flowing from the corner of his lips, and his hand holding the Yuchang dagger trembled slightly.
The flying sand and rocks stirred up by the sword energy fell to the ground, and the murderous aura in the air disappeared without a trace.
: "Brother Han, thank you for showing mercy."
Han Bei stood there in a chic and elegant posture, with the sword in his hand put away, looking at the Qin Wang Zhao Defang opposite him with admiration in his eyes, "Junior brother, you have excellent talent. In another three years, your kung fu will definitely surpass mine.
Today's revengeful sword has been blocked by you. I have done my best as your disciple.
Junior brother, let's say goodbye now!"
After Han Bei finished speaking, he looked at Luo Li who was aiming the gun at him with both hands, smiled indifferently, and turned away.
In a moment, that chic, elegant, yet lonely figure disappeared into the dense forests in the mountains.
Luo Li's tense nerves relaxed and she put the pistol in her arms.
Qin Wang Zhao Defang came over, stretched out his long arms and hugged her, his voice gentle and affectionate: "Li'er, it feels so good to have you protecting me!"
The battle was still going on at the bottom of the valley, with shouts and screams deafening. Luo Li asked worriedly, "Will Ghost Hand be killed by the fall?"
Qin Wang Zhao Defang had no respect for his elders and replied with a smile: "The evil scum will live for a thousand years. Don't worry, Master Ghost Hand, this extremely cunning old guy will not die."
Yelu Xiu'ge and his personal soldiers were swept away by the fleeing soldiers and fled to the valley entrance. Fortunately, the Song army failed to block the valley entrance due to insufficient manpower, and the raging fire at the valley entrance had been extinguished, so the Liao army escaped through this route.
After running twenty miles in one breath, Yelu Xiu Ge finally pulled the reins of his horse. Looking back with lingering fear, he saw that the Liao soldiers who had escaped were all dejected, with fear in their eyes.
"Rest where you are and gather the fleeing troops." Yelu Xiu'ge gave the order in a depressed and weak voice.
Half an hour later, the defeated soldiers were counted.
The deputy general in charge of counting the number of people had a heavy face and a tearful voice: "Reporting to the Grand Marshal, out of 43,000 soldiers, only more than 26,500 escaped."
Yelu Xiu's heart suddenly ached! It was like being hit by a sledgehammer, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain.
These were the elite troops of the Liao army! They didn't even hurt a hair of the enemy, but more than 16,000 people were killed?
The Song army actually has explosive mines. How can they fight this war from now on?
"Retreat!" Yelu Xiu Ge reluctantly ordered the troops to retreat. What he meant by this retreat was that even the eastern army that had already entered the Song Dynasty should be withdrawn back to the Liao territory. At this moment, he had lost the confidence and courage to continue the southern expedition and march directly to the Song Dynasty's Bianjing City.
The great victory at Chenjiagu frightened the Liao army and boosted the morale of the Song army. The soldiers of the Huoshan Army, who had suffered heavy losses and were angry and heroic, avenged their brothers and forgot their sorrow for the time being, cheering excitedly.
It took a lot of effort to clean up the battlefield. There were ownerless war horses everywhere that had to be carried away, and bows and arrows of the Liao army everywhere that had to be carried away.
Yang Ye was a man who knew how to live. Not only did he take the Liao army's weapons and armor, he even took the carcasses of the war horses. He ordered his subordinates to cut the horse meat into large pieces and take them back to use as rations to improve the food.
Qin Wang Zhao Defang also knew that the Song army's rear route for transporting food and supplies was cut off by the Liao army, and supplies and food were in short supply. With more than 200,000 Han people to feed, how could the meat of these thousands of horse carcasses be wasted? He ordered Yun Yi to take the shadow guards to the peaks on both sides to guard, and half of the Mo Yunqi personal soldiers guarded the valley entrance, and the other half helped to slaughter the horse meat.
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor was fooled by his nephew's words that a scoundrel would live a thousand years, and after being knocked off the cliff by Han Bei's palm, he grabbed a sap growing out of the cliff in mid-air. When the sap was about to break, he jumped onto a rock as nimbly as a monkey.
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor, who had suffered internal injuries, sat cross-legged on the large rock protruding from the cliff, swallowed two holy healing pills, and used his internal energy to regulate his breathing to heal his injuries.
While cleaning up the battlefield, he also finished healing his wounds, opened his eyes, and smiled. It was time for dinner. He used the protruding rocks and vines to leap down to the bottom of the valley.
Luo Li was relieved to see Ghost Hand's disciple come back alive. She said with relief: "Ghost Hand, you really have profound inner strength and superb lightness skills. You didn't die from falling off such a high cliff. Now that you are back alive, hurry up and help Siyu and the others to treat the seriously injured Volcano Army soldiers!"
The Ghost Hand Poison Doctor looked aggrievedly at his nephew who was smiling but not saying anything, then looked at his smiling master. Smelling the aroma of horse meat, he could only pout and go to find Senior Sister Siyu.
As night fell, it was difficult to work in the dark and everyone was extremely tired. After eating a full meal and resting for a night, they continued to clean up the battlefield.