Chapter 1 The Invincible Warrior

Was Zheluo without his longbow still that invincible warrior? Yes… at least almost invincible. Everyone watched in surprise as Zheluo shouted and charged forward, his sword pointing perfectly at Morgo's chest. Morgo wielded a long saber, which, compared to the cavalry sword in Zheluo's right hand and the off-hand dagger he could draw at any moment from his left, was at least more suitable for combat at the moment. As a divine archer, Zheluo's name had spread throughout the grasslands, and Morgo had naturally heard of him. But precisely because of this, Morgo had clearly underestimated Zheluo's combat power without a bow and arrows. He pushed up his long saber with both hands, blocking it flatly, only to find his arm going numb. Morgo was greatly alarmed. His strength was directly proportional to his volume, and he had been resting all along, unlike Zheluo, who had been fighting for a while and should have been quite exhausted. Drawing a bow and shooting arrows was quite taxing on arm strength, especially for a divine archer and super-fast archer like Zheluo.

Morgo roared. The sound waves seemed to have killing power. He pushed Zheluo away and swung his saber back. To Morgo's surprise, Zheluo's right-hand cavalry sword parried the saber's edge, and his left hand drew his off-hand dagger and stabbed it towards Morgo's chest. It was a completely desperate posture.

Ye Tao was secretly shocked. This Zheluo was usually very leisurely. Even in the fierce battle just now, he seemed to be strolling in a garden, without any sense of panic. But now, he was desperately fighting like this. Liu Yong, however, was already prepared. As soon as he saw Zheluo in danger, he was ready to pounce and rescue Zheluo no matter what. And to be able to take a life from Liu Yong's hands, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for Liu Yong to say that it was absolutely impossible.

Zheluo was fighting desperately, but Morgo was not nervous at all. He was a well-known villain, and he not only didn't mind, but even felt a little proud. As such a villain, he had experienced too many things like being hated and having people fight him desperately. He leaned slightly to the side and blocked Zheluo's attack with the hilt of his saber.

Unexpectedly, Zheluo actually threw himself on him. Although he didn't manage to stab Morgo, he grabbed his armor and cloak and dragged him crashing from his horse. Once on the ground, the prepared Zheluo landed on both feet and executed a standard shoulder throw, then took advantage of the momentum to pin Morgo to the ground with his shoulder. He had already thrown away his right-hand cavalry sword, but he still stabbed down hard with his left-hand off-hand dagger.

Morgo also had quick wits. He roared, his body contracted, and he slammed his knee into Zheluo's back, who was entangled with him. Just as Zheluo's body paused and his left-hand off-hand dagger plunged into the ground, Morgo shrank his body, rolled away, and then kicked Zheluo hard. Zheluo rolled several times.

Morgo's personal guards immediately cheered loudly, but they were immediately disappointed to find that the guards around Ye Tao didn't even have a change in expression. They looked at the tens of thousands of troops that Morgo had brought with him as if they were looking at a group of private soldiers. The guards restrainedly controlled their horses, gathered around Ye Tao, and didn't even draw their weapons, but this calm, rational, and imposing manner could not be ignored.

Zheluo and Morgo both got up from the ground. The cavalry confrontation had turned into the most popular form of fighting and wrestling on the grasslands. Morgo was a little dizzy from the shoulder throw just now, and Zheluo had also been kicked quite hard. But Zheluo's eyes were full of desire and fervor for battle, burning eagerly, as if to ignite the entire battlefield.

Morgo had thrown away his long saber when he fell from his horse, and he also casually drew the scimitar hanging on his body. The two faced each other, circling around, sizing each other up. Just as Zheluo turned to a place very close to his cavalry sword, he suddenly spun his body, his toe hooked the hilt of the cavalry sword, and the cavalry sword flew spinning towards Morgo. Just as Morgo was stunned, Zheluo had pounced from another angle. He was still spinning, as if performing some kind of extremely popular dance on the grasslands, as if lightly flying above the grass blades.

Zheluo's left hand was still holding the off-hand dagger, and he even pulled another off-hand dagger from his belt, and spun around, in the dazzling confusion of everyone around, he plunged both off-hand daggers hard into Morgo's chest. At this moment, the scimitar in Morgo's hand was also stuck in his body, stuck under his ribs. Fresh blood gurgled out…

"Kill! -" Ye Tao shouted and rushed forward first. The guards around him seemed to have been prepared for this moment. Their movements were almost like they were carved from the same mold. They very consistently raised their reins, squeezed their legs, and equally consistently drew their cavalry swords from their saddles, pointing straight at the enemy in front of them. Behind them, the three guards who had been responsible for protecting Zheluo jumped to the ground the moment Ye Tao and his party swept past Zheluo, one on each side tightly夹住了 Zheluo, and the other quickly took out bandages and hemostatic powder from his saddle and quickly pressed the wound for Zheluo.

Zheluo laughed wildly, and a hint of radiance flowed from his eyes, full of fighting spirit. "Blessed by the Heavenly Gods!" He stretched his hands to the sky and shouted with all his strength.

"Blessed by the Heavenly Gods!" All the tribal warriors shouted in unison, and at this time, Dai Shiheng also issued the order for a full-scale attack with a low horn.

The tribal warriors made all kinds of strange noises and rushed out in a chaotic manner, regardless of formation. But at this moment, the enemy's fourth formation suddenly lost its commander. Especially the cavalry of the Korka tribe, they were so shocked that they couldn't react to the fact that this Morgo, who was usually a fierce god, was nailed to death by Zheluo in just a few moves. Faced with the enemy's full-scale attack, they only felt fear in their hearts.

"Fifth formation, press up for me." Jiang Xujing didn't wait for the front line to collapse before making a decision. He immediately ordered pressure on the opponent, no matter what, he had to suppress Ye Tao's offensive... These few formations were fought too fast and too fiercely, making the current situation of the battlefield farther and farther away from his expectations. But at this moment, he had no other way.

What was the combat effectiveness of Ye Tao's guard team? Although there were many uncertainties in cavalry battles and large-scale group battles, their strength had become so powerful that they could almost ignore these uncertainties. They were the first to face the Korka cavalry, but these guards had advantages in armor, horses, weapons, abilities, mentality, and even luck. They were like a sharp knife, easily cutting through a block of butter. At this moment, the Yunzhou tribal warriors, whose emotions were fully aroused, also exerted their full combat power, rolling forward rumblingly. The heavy infantry moved forward step by step, not greedy for speed, but their uniform footsteps were like drumming for the Yunzhou army's attack, equally full of soul-stirring power...

"General Dai, the airship has discovered Ni Sigui and Jia Qingyun's troops, right here." An intelligence staff officer hurried into the command tent and pointed out the location on the map. A staff officer next to him immediately placed a small flag at this location.

"All airships take off, leave this road entirely to the airship unit, bomb them for me." Dai Shiheng glanced at the location obliquely and said indifferently. Given the current situation on the battlefield, if their actions were fast enough, they could ignore the opponent's reinforcements, even if Ni Sigui and Jia Qingyun were only less than half an hour away from the battlefield.

"What's the situation on the battlefield?" On another, more detailed sand table, the staff officers were quickly marking the location and current situation of each battalion on the map based on the reports from several observation posts, and also marking the observed enemy situation.

"Ye Tao is doing great, he has suppressed the speed of the rear troops." Dai Shijin and Dai Shiheng looked at each other, and Dai Shijin said appreciatively. "It's a good thing they didn't rush up in a swarm, otherwise they really wouldn't be able to suppress the formation."

What they were worried about now was that due to this counterattack, the two sides were too densely entangled together and had too deep of contact. Even now, the opponent's strength was still above their own, and their own soldiers' consumption was already a bit high. Some battalions with very heavy tasks had already suffered more than 30% casualties. If they still rushed up regardless, the advantage of the Yunzhou army's strong individual ability and well-equipped equipment would gradually be offset. And if the contact was too deep, the bigger crisis was that if Ni Sigui and Jia Qingyun's troops arrived early, it would be difficult for the army to pull out enough troops to conduct two-line operations.

Although Ye Tao was the first to order the attack, he also realized this situation very early. He was at the forefront of the battlefield, calling everyone to form an iron-like line of attack that rolled forward. He was right in the middle of the attack line, constantly shouting, telling everyone to attack, stop, and have the rear team move forward to attack, reorganizing the formation and so on... And on the two wings, Tan Weiran and Cheng Chi also tried to maintain the troops and maintain the same attack rhythm.

The entire attack was like practicing some kind of peculiar formation, with some kind of strange rhythm. This flat but constantly forward-moving attack line was a stimulating enough game for the bloodthirsty Yunzhou army.

"One... two... three... four... five... Yunzhou advance!" The entire steps were chanted into such a slogan by everyone, repeating it over and over again. And each repetition meant that the entire line of the Yunzhou army was smashing deeper into the formation of the Western Ling army. At the beginning, it was fun, but after ten or twenty times, it almost became a kind of paranoia. In some areas, the enemy in front of them had been frightened and retreated far away, but the Yunzhou army in front of them would rather let a round of attacks go to waste, leaving no enemies in front of them, than destroy this neat attack line on the ground. Even their rotations were carried out as usual. Everything fell into a state of paranoia.

"... I really hope that I will have the honor to command such an army to fight in this lifetime." Jiang Xujing shook his head and let out a sigh.