owlsbooks Chapter 166 Qi Shasheng
Chapter 166 Qi Shasheng
Seven days later.
Yang Silang sat cross-legged in the training room for the Killing Spear.
He flicked his essence blood into the mirage demon's leather scroll on the other side.
on the screen.
Immediately, the scene unfolds slowly.
In the past, whether Yang Silang practiced the Five Elements Fist or the Five Elements Strength, the image that appeared was always a single faceless man.
At this moment, the mirage skin scroll depicts a vast battlefield.
On a hill.
There were over a thousand cavalrymen, all dressed in white armor. The horses they rode were of different colors, but they were all elite. Both men and horses were armored, and their mounts were all excellent warhorses. Each of them had high shoulders and long legs. The thousand-plus warhorses were together without making a sound, except for the occasional snorting and pawing.
The leading general rode a white steed, which was clearly a demon, nearly twice the size of an ordinary horse, with pure white fur all over its body.
The general riding the demon horse was just an ordinary person, and looked no different from others, but he was holding a large spear as thick as a goose egg, which was pointing diagonally at the ground.
He was wearing a helmet that covered his face, so his features were obscured; only a pair of cold, piercing eyes could be seen scanning the area below.
Behind the commander was a standard-bearer on horseback, holding a large banner with the character "Qi" aloft.
Right at the foot of this hill.
It was a large army of soldiers and cavalry, all clad in black armor. At first glance, it looked like a black jungle growing out of the ground, with heads packed tightly together, stretching as far as the eye could see, and no one knew how many soldiers were piled up there.
Because the scroll is finite, but the image extends infinitely, who knows how many soldiers are outside the scroll?
The group of black-armored infantrymen led the way, holding long shields planted in the ground, forming three shield walls in front and behind. Behind them, a forest of spearmen waited, and rows of archers were also mixed in with the ranks.
Behind the layers of infantry was the commander of this Xuanjia army, surrounded by about a thousand heavily armored cavalry, both men and horses clad in armor.
Behind the commander stood a large flag several feet high, with the character "Dragon" written on it.
Dust and smoke rose up right behind the commander.
Several more cavalry units galloped across the plain, each with over a thousand men.
The situation is already quite clear.
The Xuanjia Army, led by the general surnamed Long, surrounded the more than a thousand heavy cavalry led by the general surnamed Qi on the hill with an overwhelming numerical advantage.
normal circumstances.
Only those white-armored soldiers on the hill remained, some surrendering.
Because the disparity between us and the enemy is so vast, anyone could tell at a glance who would win or lose.
Since we're going to lose, surrendering might save our lives.
Yang Silang had already guessed that the white-armored soldier, whose commander was surnamed Qi, must be Qi Shasheng.
at this time.
One of the cavalrymen from the Xuanjia Formation went up the mountain, but he did not dismount in front of Qi Shasheng.
Because Qi's mount was too tall, he had to look up at Qi Shasheng, but his face was arrogant and his mouth opened and closed.
Unfortunately, the mirage scrolls have always recorded images but no sound.
Yang Silang couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could guess that he was trying to persuade the isolated army to surrender.
However, trying to persuade a god of war to surrender will likely end badly for him...
on the screen.
The person trying to persuade them to surrender said something, but I don't know what.
Many of the white-armored soldiers were agitated, their faces filled with resentment. Some even brandished their weapons and shouted insults, clearly indicating that the conditions offered by the black-armored army were too harsh, or even insulting.
Qi Shasheng remained motionless, like a stone sculpture.
The envoy, growing impatient, raised his voice and pointed at Qi Shasheng, gesturing wildly!
Swish!
A flash of white light.
Qi Shasheng's spear seemed to move, yet it also seemed not to move at all, but the spearhead was already stained with a large amount of blood.
A pit appeared on the ground where the envoy and his mount were, containing a pile of rotten flesh mixed together and indistinguishable from each other.
Qi Shasheng actually flattened the enemy and his horse with a single spear thrust, clearly eliminating any possibility of surrender.
Up and down the hill.
The white-armored soldiers raised their arms and shouted, seemingly cheering for the protagonist's resolute departure.
The Xuanjia soldiers were also in turmoil, their orderly formation rippling like waves on the sea. They never expected that the lone army on the mountain would make such a choice.
The commander surnamed Long was furious. He pointed at the mountain and cursed repeatedly. He waved his military flag and, disregarding the unfavorable terrain, was about to change formation and organize his troops to attack the mountain from above.
Just now.
On the hill.
Qi Sha was alive.
He lightly tapped his feet, urging his demonic horse to trot forward at a slow pace, his spear held horizontally.
The demonic horse initially ran very slowly, but after only a few feet, it was already running at a fast pace.
After Qi killed the man, more than a thousand cavalrymen automatically used him as arrows, forming a triangular formation, and rushed down like a white torrent!
At the foot of the mountain, in the Xuanjia Army.
The general surnamed Long was so angry that he laughed. How dare such a tiny enemy charge against his army? These fools really don't know what death means!
He waved the military flag and gave orders.
immediately.
The sky darkened.
It turned out that the archers were shooting upwards, and countless arrows fell, almost obscuring half the sky.
Swish!
Within the ranks of the white-armored cavalry, many riders and their horses fell like wheat fields swaying in the wind.
Fortunately, their charge was very strategic, and they kept their distance from each other, thus avoiding greater casualties.
However, the surging torrent did not stop.
As long as Qi Shasheng keeps fighting, the cavalry behind him will not stop either; they will only follow their commander and charge to the very end!
Those who fell to the ground were dead, and the wounded curled up to avoid becoming human stones that tripped up their comrades. But the surviving army had only their commander's banner in their eyes. Wherever the banner pointed, even if it was a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, they would forge ahead without hesitation and never turn back!
In the blink of an eye.
Qi Shasheng led his personal guards across this death zone, reducing the long column by about one-tenth.
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When he charged into battle on horseback, his physique was no different from that of an ordinary person.
However, after the impact, his upper body had become broad and thick, like a wall, and riding on that demon horse, the cavalrymen behind him looked like children.
As the demonic horse galloped, a faint reddish-brown cloud of demonic energy rose from its body, connecting with the blood and qi surging within it.
Yang Silang stood outside the painting and looked at it.
It looked exactly like a large, dark red boulder rolling down the mountain, getting faster and faster!
However, the first thing the White-Armored Army faced was the three long shield walls, behind which were fourteen-foot-long spears, spearmen, and crossbowmen.
The Black Armor Army set up a perfect infantry-cavalry formation, proving that their commander, surnamed Long, was no fool.
On the ground, it looked as if a ring-shaped shield had appeared on the flat land, covered with dense, ten-foot-long spikes, trying to choke out the white torrent rushing down from the mountain.
The Shield City is like a reef. No matter how high or wild your waves are, you will eventually crash into the silent reef and end up bleeding and helplessly swept back.
Two more black-armored grandmasters, riding demonic beast mounts, faced the direction of Qi Shasheng's charge. They arrived early with their personal guards to reinforce the shield wall and form a small triangular assault group, ready to block the enemy's attack.
Yang Silang had some doubts about whether Qi Shasheng could break out of this deadly trap and find a way out.
However, Qi Shasheng, mounted on his horse with his spear pointing diagonally, skillfully maneuvered the giant demon horse to stay close to the formation just before engaging in battle, rather than directly confronting it.
He led his white-armored army like a torrent, gently brushing against the reefs and circling around the formation.
Of course, as the tide turned, many outer cavalrymen were also killed and fell from their horses as they were struck by the shield formation's spears.
With this turn of events, Qi Shasheng lost another ten percent of his subordinates.
However, wherever his spear pointed and his banner flew, that was where the White-Armored Army charged and fought desperately. They followed their commander loyally, never wavering even in the face of death. Even though many of their comrades had already died before they even engaged the enemy, no one stopped.
When Qi Shasheng feinted at the enemy, he had already chosen a shield wall, which was the junction of two small camps.
boom!
No sound is being transmitted from the video.
But Yang Silang saw it from outside.
Qi Shasheng merged with his horse, his body swelled again, and the qi, blood and demonic power around his body condensed into a ball, which was already bright red like a burning flame!
He was like a meteorite falling from the sky, bravely using himself as the sharpest spearhead to break through an opening for the entire army!
Qi Shasheng led the way, followed by his personal guards who surged out like a tidal wave. These elite soldiers, like a torrent destroying a dam, spread out to both sides in an instant, crushing and pressuring the shield walls on both sides until they collapsed like building blocks.
The Mirage Demon Skin Scroll can no longer contain the magnificent battlefield scenes.
Yang Silang could only see it from outside the painting.
Qi Shasheng, along with a demon, charged forward, crushing anything that stood in their way.
His loyal personal guards followed closely behind, protecting the general on both sides and his back. Even the flag bearers were changed three or four times, but the flag never fell.
Like a white dragon, it plunges into the black waves and swims freely!
The first shield wall collapsed rapidly, spreading outwards in panic; then, the defeated soldiers, in a state of disarray, turned and charged towards their own second shield wall, suffering heavy casualties; and the third shield wall was already in turmoil…
They would rather face their own men, a forest of spears, than confront Qi Shasheng, the invincible battlefield demon.
The Black Armor Army's commander, surnamed Long, was also a decisive man, waving his military flag repeatedly.
Summon the grandmasters of each camp to lead their personal guards to fill the space behind the shield wall and reinforce the great formation.
He needs to rely on his squad depth to crush this charging dragon!
Qi Shasheng had already led the charge and forcefully breached the second shield wall. In particular, the demonic horse beneath him had hooves like iron millstones. No matter how hard or thick the shield was, it would break with a kick or shatter with a collision, as brittle as a chicken egg.
He was about to lead his team to charge towards the third shield wall.
In a moment of desperation, a grandmaster led a hundred or so cavalrymen in a charge. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that grandmasters from his own side were leading troops to provide support on both sides, arriving in an instant.
If Qi Shasheng is held back for three moves, he's doomed!
however.
He overestimated himself and underestimated Qi Shasheng.
Faced with the interception, Qi Shasheng merged man and horse into one, his true energy and demonic power becoming one. He leaped upwards, drawing an arc in the air, and crashed down like Mount Tai, causing his spear to slam down!
boom!
The black-armored master and his mount were forcefully shoved into the ground.
His vision went black as the demonic horse's enormous hooves landed, leaving behind the skeleton of a grandmaster on the ground.
Qi Shasheng met and killed a powerful enemy, his aura soared, and his body was engulfed in blood-red flames, making him even more imposing!
At this moment, two more grandmasters arrived one after another, only a dozen breaths apart.
However, in that insignificant amount of time, Qi Shasheng, man and horse united as one, charged forward with blood flames, killing two terrified grandmasters in succession. He himself had several deep wounds that exposed bone, but he didn't even bother to bandage them, and rushed straight towards the third shield wall.
boom!
His aura surged again, and the blood flames combining his blood and demonic power spread outwards, almost engulfing the entire team.
This moment.
It was as if the white-armored troops were completely dyed crimson, like a demonic dragon descending to earth.
The soldiers behind the third shield wall were so frightened by this scene that they turned and fled.
However, Qi Shasheng led his team in a whirlwind and successfully kicked open the third shield wall.
Thus, the soft underbelly of the entire army was exposed to Qi Shasheng.
Qi Shasheng was bloodthirsty. He moved forward, his spear thrusting, parrying, and stabbing, picking up countless pieces of human and horse remains and smashing them in all directions.
The banner bearing the character "Qi" pointed directly at the spear, which was aimed straight at the general surnamed Long. He wanted to capture the thief, but even more so, he wanted to capture the king.
When the general surnamed Long saw that his prey had turned against him, he was furious and waved his battle flag repeatedly to mobilize his troops.
Six clouds of qi and blood ignited on the battlefield one after another. Six grandmasters led their personal guards in front of the general surnamed Long, rushing towards Qi Shasheng in groups, wanting to kill this arrogant man on the spot!
They charged forward, leaving rivers of blood in their own routed ranks!