Dust billowed from the distant horizon as countless Turkic steeds galloped across the desert like shooting stars. The hooves of the horses stomped on the ground, causing the earth to tremble.
The cavalrymen were dressed in leather robes and felt hats. Their deep-set eyes were a wild blue, and their sharp noses were as unruly as the Turkic tribes. The faces of the cavalrymen were brimming with excitement and greed. Countless sharp scimitars were raised high in their muscular arms, gleaming coldly under the sunlight.
The Turks are here! The dust that filled the sky seemed to be a dark cloud that descended from the horizon. Their speed was several times faster than expected! The tens of thousands of warhorses neighed with all their might as they galloped across the desert, leaving one's heart trembling in fear.
The deafening roar seemed as though it wanted to jolt Lin Wanrong's heart out. Looking at the dark clouds, sand, warhorses, and humans in the distance, he felt a sense of desolation mixed with incomparable shock. No matter how great a person was, before this unparalleled aura, they would become incomparably insignificant.
Lin Wanrong's eyes were wide open, and his face was flushed red. Blood energy flowed through his veins, gradually heating up.
"Brothers, get ready — —" Du Xiuyuan waved his saber, and the tens of thousands of China soldiers got into position. Their faces were solemn, but there was a hint of nervousness on their faces. This was their first time on the battlefield, and the spears in their hands were still trembling slightly.
Along the way, the scouts swiftly came to report, and anxiety filled everyone's heart. China's first battle was about to begin!
At the frontlines, Lin Wanrong couldn't think of anything at this moment. All he could hear was the rumbling of hooves and the flashing past his eyes. Only the dazzling sabers of the Hu could be seen. At this moment where life and death were at stake, even the most cowardly of cowards would feel the urge to charge forward.
The battlefield could turn a coward into a hero!
Forty li, thirty li, twenty li … the tens of thousands of Hu cavalrymen advanced at an unimaginable speed. With an unimaginable speed, they rapidly advanced. Gradually, the rumbling grew louder and louder. The sand and dust in front of them turned into an impenetrable fog. Vaguely, the manes of the warhorses and the felt hats of the Hu could all be seen.
"The Hu are ten li away from me …" The scout in front shouted, causing everyone's hearts to tighten in an instant. Countless warriors stared into the distance, the hilts of the swords in their hands almost shattered.
"Five miles …" Lin Wanrong held his breath. The world seemed to freeze at this moment. He could no longer hear anything. All he could see was the fangs of the Hu people right in front of him.
The dust that filled the sky swept past his face, and the sand flowed into the corner of his mouth, giving off a bitter taste. Lin Wanrong spat out a mouthful of saliva. To his surprise, Hu Yun seemed to be slowing down in the distance. The sound of hooves also became sparse.
After a short while, the boundless dark clouds seemed to have suddenly come to a standstill. There was no longer any neighing of the horses, but the sparse sound of hooves could be heard. The Turkic cavalry had actually come to a slow halt. Only the constant snorting of the horses formed a muffled thunder that reached the ears of the Chinese soldiers.
The tens of thousands of cavalrymen moved as they pleased and stopped as they pleased. Even their warhorses cooperated perfectly, moving cleanly and in unison. They stopped two to three li away from Wuyuan City. The Turkic cavalry was truly fearsome.
Lin Wanrong's heart sank. He now had an even clearer understanding of the fighting prowess of the Hu.
"Why did the Hu suddenly stop?" Du Xiuyuan stood at his side and asked with a frown, "Did they discover something strange?"
Lin Wanrong's face was dark. He slightly shook his head, allowing the wind and sand to blow against his face. The deafening sound of hooves a moment ago seemed to have abruptly quietened. The neighing of the horses and the fluttering of the flags seemed so insignificant in the ears of the soldiers. The battlefield was deathly still. Even the sound of a needle falling to the ground would raise the alarm of both sides.
Lin Wanrong leapt onto the highest mound. Taking a long microphone made of Diabolo, he shouted into the distance, "Young Turks, listen up! I am the Marshal of the Right Front Vanguard of China's million lions, Lin San! Where is Nursoha?! "
He gathered all his strength and his voice traveled through the microphone into the distance. Amidst the sandstorm, there was an uncontrollable heroic spirit.
The Turks were all silent. No one responded to his shout. Their eyes flashed with a fierce light, piercing through the desert sandstorm and shooting straight at Wuyuan City.
"If Nursoha has caught up, given the ferocious nature of the Turks, he would not cower and not come out to answer. It seems like he is still in the rear of the army and has not yet reached the front. "Du Xiuyuan calmly analyzed.
Lin Wanrong nodded and shouted, "You Turks have abused your power to commit crimes, invading the borders of China and slaughtering my people. The heavens will not tolerate this. In the name of the Right Marshal of the Great Hua Lion Army, I order all of you to quickly retreat, and then order the Turkic Khan Pijia to write a surrender letter and send it to my Great Hua Heavenly Dynasty, to pay the annual tribute, and to kowtow to my Heavenly Dynasty Emperor. If you brats do not listen to my advice and insist on doing things your own way, I will make sure that you will not be able to return. Your bones will be crushed! "
The Turks began to stir restlessly, and their warhorses began to whinny. Apparently hearing his shouts, someone translated for him, and the Turks were infuriated. The warhorses began to move slowly and the clopping of hooves became louder.
Suddenly, the heavy clopping of hooves broke the silence on both sides. The orderly formation of the Turks slowly moved to the sides and a group of riders caught up from the rear. At the front was a large flag fluttering in the wind. On the flag, a wolf's head with its mouth wide open could be clearly seen. Under the flag was a majestic horse showing off its prowess. Sitting on the horse was a Turk with deep-set eyes and a high nose bridge. His body was much larger than the average Turk and he held a heavy mace in his hand. His hair was curled up and his eyes were fierce. When he opened his mouth, a cold glint flashed. From his appearance and aura, he should be the vanguard of the Turks, Nursoha.
This Turk shouted loudly. Even without the help of a microphone, his voice could be heard. His voice was truly frightening.
Lin Wanrong could not understand what this fellow was saying. Du Xiuyuan translated in a low voice, "General, this person is Nursoha. He says that he wants to duel with you, capture you alive, and eat your heart and lungs with wine. "
Lin Wanrong was enraged. He shouted into the microphone, "Nursoha brat, you are ignorant and incompetent. You dare to come to my China and speak such nonsense. If you have the guts, then duel with all the people of my China. Today, Grandpa Lin will definitely let you experience my prowess!"
There was clearly a translator on the other side. Nursoha bellowed, his eyes bulging like bells. He waved his hairy hand and shouted something in Hu. The Turks were like an exploding pile of sand. The ten thousand horses neighed in unison and charged forward.
The Turks' warhorses were extremely fast and the riders had grown up on horseback. Their movements were extremely practiced. In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds had returned. Countless flying locusts were as dense as sand. The rumbling of the hooves caused the earth in Wuyuan City to tremble, almost bursting the eardrums of those who heard it. That momentum, that imposing manner, was not inferior to what he had done just now.
Lin Wanrong's heart thumped as he roared, "Brothers, get ready!"
The scout at the front loudly reported, "The Hu are three li from me!"
"The Hu are two li from me!"
"Fire the cannons!!" Lin Wanrong unsheathed his saber, a dazzling light shooting into the sky. He gave a furious roar, his voice seeming even more majestic than the thundering of the Hu's hooves.
Boom! Boom! The two cannons that Du Xiuyuan had brought into the city howled as they angrily shot into the distance. The cannonballs whistled through the air in beautiful arcs as they landed right in the middle of the Hu cavalry. Several Turkic warhorses were instantly shredded to pieces and flames soared into the sky. Several dozen Hu were engulfed in a sea of fire.
The bloody light seemed to have aroused the Turks' ferocity. The advance of the cavalry did not even pause, stepping over the corpses of their comrades and horses as they shouted a slogan that no one could understand. Tens of thousands of warhorses were like a dark cloud, charging toward Wuyuan City like a bolt of lightning. Their imposing manner caused even the sky to change color.
The two cannons roared furiously as the barrels of the cannons heated up. However, compared to the Hu, the cannons were like a drop in the bucket. How could it stop the advance of the Turks? The Hu left behind dozens of corpses, but the ten thousand strong cavalry broke through the blockade of the cannons in an instant and pressed down on Wuyuan City.
Three hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, a hundred zhang. The arrows of the Hu landed below the city.
"Rocket launchers!" Du Xiuyuan waved his saber and the eight hundred rocket launchers drew their bows. Aiming at the incoming Hu cavalry, a thousand arrows were fired simultaneously. The Turks at the very front fell off their horses as the fire ignited their clothes. Screams of pain could be heard. However, the Turks behind them did not stop. They quickly passed by their injured comrades and arrived at the front of the city in the blink of an eye. They drew their bows and arrows and shot towards the top of the city.
"Repeating crossbows!" Lin Wanrong deflected a stray arrow and shouted.
Some of the archers had already rushed forward to take over the positions of the rocket launchers. These repeating crossbows were specially modified by Xu Zhiqing and they were extremely accurate. They were fast and suitable for defending the city. Countless repeating crossbows flew towards the Hu like a swarm of locusts.
The Turks were only a dozen zhang away from the city walls when they were thrown off their steeds by the powerful barrage of crossbows. Screams of pain could be heard. The killing power of this barrage was much greater than that of the cannons and arrows.
Suddenly, a shout came from the Turks and four to five thousand black-clothed heavy cavalry charged towards the top of the city walls. These Turk heavy cavalry were dressed in thick armor and their bodies were tightly wrapped around the mane of their steeds. Their appearances were even more ferocious and their steeds galloped even faster. In the blink of an eye, they were already at the bottom of the city and the archers couldn't shoot them down in time.
This was the time to engage in close combat! A Turk heavy cavalry leaped over the mud wall and passed by his head, becoming the first Turk to enter Wuyuan City.
Lin Wanrong bellowed and with a flick of his blade, blood splattered and the Turk horse was cut in half. The Turk rider fell heavily to the ground. Lin Wanrong rushed forward and gathered all his strength to stab his blade into the chest of the Hu. A long trail of blood spurted into the air and landed on his helmet and face. The hot blood stimulated his entire body and made him feel as though he was on fire.
Lin Wanrong bellowed angrily and pulled out his blade from the Hu's chest. Blood surged into the air.
"Kill!" He gathered all his strength and bellowed majestically.
"Kill!" The soldiers were encouraged by him and the blood in their chests was ignited. Countless shouts rose to the sky and the brave Chinese soldiers charged out of their cover and clashed with the heavy cavalry of the Hu.
The Turks truly lived up to their reputation of ferocity. They were skilled in horsemanship and saber techniques. They were tall and muscular and possessed immense strength. They did not use any fancy moves and every slash carried the might of a thousand catties.
These ten thousand elite soldiers were all elites that Lin Wanrong had brought from Shandong. They were the best in China and their killing power could not be said to be weak. But compared to the heavy cavalry of the Hu, there was still a clear gap. In the fierce battle with the Hu, the difference in stamina and experience was gradually revealed.
The saber techniques of the Turks were simple and practical. Almost every strike was fatal. But the Chinese soldiers were fired up and fearless. With incomparable confidence, they made up for their physical disadvantage.
The two sides fought fiercely. The halberds of the Turks were constantly broken and countless Chinese soldiers fell. Blood gushed out from their chests and dyed the sand of the desert red.
Saber glints and blood could be seen everywhere. The small Wuyuan, a fortress on flat ground, instantly became a landmark that would forever be remembered in the history of China and the Turks.
"Ahhhh!" A deafening howl resounded. A Chinese soldier's eyes were bloodshot. He flung aside the leg that had been cut off by the Hu and in the midst of the blood, he leaped up on one leg like a blood-soaked god of war. He pressed the Hu under his body and opened his mouth to bite at the Turk. The Hu roared as a scimitar pierced through his chest. With a flick of the tip of the scimitar, his intestines were dug out and blood splattered on the ground.
"Bastard, I'll f * ck your ancestors eight times over!" Lin Wanrong bellowed. His eyes were about to pop out and he leaped up like a lion. He charged forward and began to chop at the Hu dog's head. His crazed roar echoed throughout the entire Wuyuan City, "Bastard, I'll f * cking chop you to death! Hu bastards, all of you come, come at me!"
Seeing his crazed appearance, Gao Qiu jumped in fright and quickly went to his side to protect him. Du Xiuyuan cut off the neck of the Hu next to him and rushed to his side, saying, "General, general!"
Lin Wanrong's fingers cracked as he slowly closed the eyes of the dead soldier. His eyes were bloodshot as he asked in a heavy voice, "Big brother Du, how many Hu have attacked Wuyuan?"
Du Xiuyuan cleaved away a stray arrow with his saber and answered, "At least fifty percent."
Lin Wanrong looked around. The yellow sands of Wuyuan City had long been dyed red by blood. Countless men had fallen in the desert. Some were standing, some were lying, some were hugging the Hu. Not a single corpse was intact and not a single one could peacefully close their eyes. The young man's body gradually became one with the desert.
Lin Wanrong's teeth were almost crushed from gritting them. His eyes were red and swollen. Looking at the Turks surging into the city, he suddenly raised his head and howled, "Bastards, I will make you pay with your blood! Du Xiuyuan, pass down the order, the entire army is to retreat! "
"Entire army, retreat!" Du Xiuyuan gave a long whistle. The remaining China soldiers roared in unison and gathered all their strength to force the Hu in front of them to retreat. They leaped onto their horses and galloped out of the city.
The Turkic cavalry saw Da Hua's retreat and a long horn was blown to summon the entire camp. The sound of horse hooves outside the city became even louder as countless Turkic cavalry surged into the city, passing through Wuyuan City in pursuit of Da Hua's remnant army.
Lin Wanrong brought Gao Qiu and Hu Bugui to guard the rear. When Gao Qiu consecutively killed five Hu, Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and snorted, "Big brothers, let's go!"
The three of them mounted their horses and the arrows behind them whizzed towards their backs. The Hu obviously recognized the one who shouted, "The Lion of China's Right Field Marshal Lin San". Instantly, they shouted incessantly and looked extremely excited.
The remnants of the China army galloped at the front while countless Hu pursued from behind. On the vast desert. There was a long black line between the two armies, it was a spectacular sight.
Lin Wanrong turned around and saw tens of thousands of horses neighing behind him. The dense mass of Turks cavalry was like a swarm of bees chasing after them. Far away in Wuyuan City, the Turks were still entering. He suddenly turned his horse around and the horse soared into the air, "Du Xiuyuan, shoot!"
This was the moment he was waiting for. Du Xiuyuan's expression changed and he took out the whistling arrow from his bosom.
"Chi —" "Chi —" Two sharp whistling sounds pierced through the sky and in the midst of the sand in the desert, a few beautiful fireworks bloomed.
Lin Wanrong clenched his fists and quietly waited for the moment to come. Right now, every minute and second seemed so long in his eyes.
"Boom —" "Boom —" The angry roars sounded. In Lin Wanrong's ears, it was as beautiful as celestial music. When the whistling arrow landed, Saint Li's cannons roared in unison. Fireworks flickered, shooting straight towards Wuyuan City.
The defeated remnants of the China army could not help but stop. Excitement flashed in their eyes as they gathered behind Lin Wanrong. Everyone looked at Wuyuan from afar. A thick cloud of black smoke rose to the sky. But there was no fire as they imagined. Just when they were anxious, there were a few shrill whistling sounds. The cannons of the Godly Machine Battalion seemed to have eyes. Right in the center of Wuyuan City.
"Boom!" An earth-shattering roar sounded and the flashes of fire blinded everyone's eyes. Wuyuan City was like a firecracker, the flames flickered continuously and a huge cloud of dust rose to the sky.
"One, two, three, four — —" Lin Wanrong silently counted. The explosions did not stop and the earth trembled. The distant Wuyuan City was like a giant mushroom that was overturned by wave after wave of fire. Countless warhorses and countless Turks flew into the sky amidst the explosions and turned into ghosts in the sky. Their screams could not be heard, their shouts could not be heard. All sounds were drowned in the sound of the explosions.
The Turks who had already exited the city were stupefied. As they stared at the bloody cloud of dust and flesh behind them, even their horses began to tremble. For the first time, they felt a sense of fear.
Countless explosions and flames came one after another. The desert seemed to be split in two. That shuddering sensation made everyone raise their eyebrows.
Lin Wanrong's face was calm, his eyes as callous as the ice of the Heavenly Mountain. He gave a long sigh and pulled out his saber. With a hoarse voice, he roared, "The time for revenge has come! Do not give the Turks any chance. For the sake of our dead brothers, kill them all! — — Charge — — "
"Kill them all! Charge — — "The anger and resentment that had been accumulated in the soldiers who had just experienced a bloody battle instantly exploded. The miserable state of their brothers who were like their own brothers stimulated their killing intent. In this moment where defeat was turned into victory, only blood was the best sacrifice to their dead brothers. The remaining soldiers of China turned their horses around, their eyes red. Like the most savage of wolves, they charged at the Turkic cavalry.
Lin Wanrong took the lead, the wind whistling past him on both sides. The faces of his brothers who had died tragically flashed before his eyes. He couldn't remember anything else. There was only one word in his mind — kill! Kill! Kill!
He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he charged into the Turkic horde and fiercely hacked at them. There was no technique, only a single slash of his saber!! There seemed to be a strange and powerful force that turned him into an invincible warrior in an instant. In his eyes, the bloody light in front of him was like the red rain in the desert, used to wash away the hundred years of humiliation that Da Hua had suffered.
"Brother Lin has gone mad — —" Gao Qiu muttered, his eyes moist. Suddenly, he bellowed, "Damn it, I'm also going crazy — —" With his saber, he charged into the enemy ranks. Together with Lin Wanrong, the saber in his hand rose and fell, cutting down Turkic horde after Turkic horde.
This group of defeated soldiers suddenly seemed to have been reborn. Every one of them was filled with boundless strength, charging at the Turkic horde with no regard for their lives. That momentum, that power, even the most skilled Turkic horde could not help but be shocked.
"Kill — —" Dust flew up from the south, tens of thousands of dragon banners fluttering in the air. There was an earth-shaking boom as the hundreds of thousands of elites of China surged forward like sand in the desert. At the very front was Hu Bugui, his horse moving as fast as the wind. His legs were firmly planted on the saddle, and the bloody light in his eyes made the Hu tremble.
It was time to wash away the hundred years of humiliation that China had suffered!
Although the Turkic horde was powerful, but with the destruction of the city, the twenty thousand horde at the front had their retreat cut off. In front of the countless ferocious China elites that longed to wash away their humiliation, no matter how powerful they were, they could only be drowned in the endless yellow sand.
In his daze, his arm was already swollen and painful, and other than swinging his saber, he could not think of anything else. He, Gao Qiu, and Du Xiuyuan were the vanguard from the rear, their battle robes already soaked in blood, and their appearances could no longer be seen.
They had encountered countless dangers along the way, and there were many times when they were about to die under the saber of the Hu. But for some reason, at the last moment, he was always the first to strike.
Zuo Qiu's left flank and Xu Zhiqing's center had arrived just in time, cutting the pursuing Hu into several sections and completely annihilating them. The outcome of the battle was already decided. The sixty thousand strong army of the Hu vanguard had lost fifteen thousand men in Wuyuan City. Most of the twenty thousand people outside the city had been wiped out, and a small portion was still resisting, but it did not affect the overall situation. What was slightly regrettable was that there were still twenty thousand Turkic cavalry that had not entered the city, including the Turkic vanguard, Nursoha. In the flames of Wuyuan City, Nursoha looked at the tragic battle, but did not dare to take another step.
"Awesome, awesome!" Hu Bugui's face was flushed with excitement, his armour had long been dyed the colour of blood, and his saber had already been sheathed. He gestured excitedly, "I have fought for so many years, and this is the most enjoyable battle. General Lin, you don't know, I have never seen such despair in the eyes of the Turkic people! Forty thousand, forty thousand of the Hu, is there anything more enjoyable than this?! "
To be able to wipe out forty thousand Turkic elites in the first battle, this was really an amazing victory. There was no doubt that this battle would be famous throughout the ages.
Lin Wanrong was exhausted, sighing, "Big brother Hu, how many casualties did our army suffer?!"
Hu Bugui's expression darkened, "Although we had the upper hand in this battle, but the military strength of the Hu is really strong. My army lost more than ten thousand people. Of which more than six thousand were the brothers who followed General to defend Wuyuan. "
Lin Wanrong clenched his teeth, his eyes instantly turning red. Gao Qiu and Du Xiuyuan were also silent.
"Big brother Hu, how long before the Turkic reinforcements arrive?" He let out a long sigh, his voice hoarse.
Hu Bugui replied, "About four hours. Nursoha is waiting for the arrival of the Hu reinforcements. Advisor Xu ordered us to quickly clean up the battlefield and immediately withdraw, to avoid a direct confrontation with the Turkic army. "
Lin Wanrong nodded, scanning the surroundings. After the battle, it was a mess, smoke billowed, sparks flew, and dripping blood dyed the sand of the desert red. In the distance, long wooden planks were lined up in a row, and dry branches were placed underneath. The bodies of the fallen soldiers were neatly placed together, and the tens of thousands of soldiers stood quietly at the side. Gazing at the comrades they had been with day and night, tears glistening in their eyes.
Lin Wanrong clenched his fists, "Have the remains of the brothers been collected?"
"Those who died outside the city have all been gathered together, and the remains have been sorted out." Hu Bugui's nose turned sour, "Those in Wuyuan City, most likely will not be found."
The fireworks of Wuyuan City. That would be the best way to pay tribute to them. Lin Wanrong sighed, slowly walking toward the remains of the fallen soldiers.
Many young faces flashed before his eyes, some of them familiar. There were also unfamiliar ones. Although his face had already been cleaned up, the tragic state of his death was still a shocking sight. They were the husbands of their wives, the children of their parents. How many people were praying day and night, looking forward to their safe return? How would they know that the people they worried about day and night had long turned into a pile of bones under the setting sun in the depths of the desert.
Lin Wanrong felt as if a knife was twisting in his heart, tears silently dripping down his cheeks. He silently knelt to the ground, followed by Du Xiuyuan, Gao Qiu, and Hu Bugui. Tens of thousands of soldiers followed behind their commander with tears streaming down their cheeks, kneeling down.
After a long silence, Du Xiuyuan said softly, "General, the time has come, we cannot let the remains of our brothers fall into the hands of the Hu people, please send our brothers on their way."
Lin Wanrong let out a long sigh, took the torch from Du Xiuyuan's hand, gritted his teeth, and threw the torch into the dry branches. The blazing fire slowly spread from near to far, engulfing the young faces. Since then, there were tens of thousands of heroic souls in the depths of the desert.
Hu Bugui said, "General, we are about to evacuate, but we have seized tens of thousands of horses of the Hu people. Due to time constraints, there are still more than five thousand that are difficult to tame, and we cannot bring them away. What should we do with them?"
"What should we do with them?" Lin Wanrong snorted, a cold glint flashing across his eyes, "Not a single needle or thread, not a single blade of grass or tree, leave them to the Turks!"
Hu Bugui gave him a puzzled look. Lin Wanrong clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles creaked, "The Turk horses that are difficult to tame, kill them all on the spot and have the entire army move. The Turks are ruthless, but we must be even more ruthless! "
"Good, let's do it this way! Our China suffered because of our weakness before! "Hu Bugui shouted, a sharp glint flashing across his eyes.
The Turk horses indeed lived up to their reputation. Even though they had experienced the shock of battle, their steps were still steady and the sound of their hooves resounded through the air. It was just that their wild nature made it difficult to tame them.
Seeing the thousands of Turk horses neighing in front of him, Hu Bugui's face flushed with excitement. Slaughtering the Hu horses like they were cabbages was something he had always dreamed of, and he wanted to show the Hu people the ruthlessness of his China.
"Get ready — —" Hu Bugui's eyes flashed with a fierce glint, and he waved his hand, "Behead — —"
"Behead — —" The tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison. The five thousand Turk horses neighed loudly, and in an instant, their heads were separated from their bodies. Their blood soared into the sky, reflecting the setting sun.
Lin Wanrong mounted his horse, and as he looked at the excited soldiers before him, he suddenly felt a deep sense of responsibility.
"Go — —" He roared, turning his horse around, and led the way. The tens of thousands of soldiers mounted their horses and followed behind their commander, leaving a trail of dust behind them. Countless majestic figures slowly faded into the depths of the desert …
Five thousand Turk horses were decapitated, their blood dried up. In the setting sun that shrouded the sand, the heads of the five thousand horses were neatly arranged into two large, blood-dripping words — — 'China'!
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