As soon as he gave the order, the Northern Cavalry, who had been eyeing them covetously, finally moved. They rushed down the mountain in a dense mass. The rumbling of the hooves terrified the retreating Golden Snake Battalion. They all looked up at the figure on the sentry tower in despair.
"Great wind, rise!" Song QingShu raised both of his hands again, as if there was a deity in the dark who had heard his summon, his voice had just fallen, the gentle breeze in the valley just a moment ago, in a split second a violent gale kicked up, the sand and pebbles flew everywhere, the strong wind made it difficult for people to open their eyes. Because the charging Manchurian cavalry was facing the wind, they were affected the most, each and every one of them swayed left and right, the entire formation was thrown into disorder.
The Golden Snake Battalion had already received the order. They all took out their weapons and got into formation, ready to fight. At this moment, they were completely different from before. It was as if they had been injected with adrenaline. Some of them could not help but roar. Their morale suddenly rose to the peak.
"How is this possible!"
Sabu secretly complained. Could there really be someone who could control the power of nature? But soon he threw the sudden weakness and fear to the back of his mind. He knew that once the cavalry charged, if he suddenly gave the order to stop, the rear army would collide with the front army and die without a fight.
At this moment, the arrow on the bowstring had to be released. Even though they were facing the wind and the strength of the cavalry was greatly reduced, Sabu had no choice but to let the cavalry continue to charge down. He hoped to break through the motley crowd in one go.
The Northern Army was indeed an elite force that had been stationed in the Northern Frontier for many years. The initial panic was quickly controlled by Sabu. Although they all narrowed their eyes, they still continued to charge down the mountain.
"Lightning!"
Song Qingshu's mysterious voice sounded again. Soon a thick and long lightning flashed across the sky. Under the dazzling light, the figure on the sentry tower suddenly looked like a demon.
"Thunder!"
Very quickly, Song QingShu spat out these two words clearly. Following that, deafening thunderclaps reverberated through the valley, immediately suppressing the sound of the Qing troops charging.
The Qing army finally fell into chaos. In this era, Song Qingshu's performance was really shocking. He could control wind, fire, thunder and lightning by himself. If he was not a demon, then what was he?
In addition, the fierce wind in the valley, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. Many warhorses were frightened and could no longer be controlled by their riders. Once the front army was in chaos, the whole charging camp was also in chaos.
Sabusu's heart was bleeding as he watched the cavalrymen fall into a mess. He had been in the army for decades, but he had never encountered such a stupid situation. He had the upper hand, but he had lost half of his men before the two armies had even crossed swords!
Sabu looked around and finally felt a little relieved. After all, these were his elites. Although they had encountered so many unexpected situations, nearly half of the cavalry had cleverly avoided the chaos in front.
"I don't care if you're a god or a ghost. This time, I'll make sure you die under my cavalry." Song QingShu's ghostly performance made Sabusu feel a little scared. However, he had been on the battlefield for many years, and his murderous aura was very strong. Very soon, he became ruthless and commanded the remaining cavalry to continue rushing down the mountain.
Although the cavalrymen under his command were scared to death, their commanding general was usually very strict. In addition, they were charging down the mountain. Once the momentum started, they couldn't stop even if they wanted to, so they could only bite the bullet and follow their commanding general down the mountain.
Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the Golden Snake Camp, Sabu licked his lips and roared, "Raise the spears! Prepare to shoot! "
Seeing the Tatar cavalry in the distance raise the black Three-Eyed Godly Guns, the Golden Snake Camp at the foot of the mountain could not help but start a riot despite their high morale.
Song Qingshu also noticed the Manchurian cavalry's actions. He knew that once they were within firing range, the Three-Eyed Godly Guns in his hands would fire a few volleys and the Golden Snake Camp would suffer heavy losses.
However, he was already prepared. He raised his hands to the sky and roared, "Rain, come!"
If they had heard Song Qingshu's roar before, whether it was the Golden Snake Camp or the Manchurian cavalry, they would only laugh at him as if he was a lunatic. However, the series of events that happened just now that seemed like a dream, no one dared to look down on his words.
Sabu Su's heart skipped a beat and turned ice-cold. If he really summoned the rain, the Three-Eyed Godly Guns that his cavalry was most proud of would become mere decorations. In addition, there was a lot of mud in the valley. Once it rained, there would be mud puddles everywhere. It would be a fatal trap for the charging cavalry.
"God, I beg you, please don't rain." Sabu Su, who had always disrespected ghosts and gods, could not help but pray at this moment.
Unfortunately, God seemed to be standing on Song Qingshu's side. Very soon, Sabu Su felt an ice-cold water droplet hit his cheek.
"It's over, it's over, it's all over."
Sabu Su frantically ordered, regardless of whether the enemy had entered the firing range or not, "Quickly shoot, shoot!"
Unfortunately, the rain came faster than expected. In the beginning, it was sparse raindrops the size of beans, but very soon, it became a torrential downpour. The Three-Eyed Godly Guns in the hands of the Manchurian cavalry had only fired a few shots when the gunpowder was soaked by the rain. The Three-Eyed Godly Gun suddenly became a fire stick.
What was even more frightening was that the rain was too heavy. The ground became soft and muddy at a speed visible to the naked eye. Row after row of cavalry charged forward, their horses lost their front hooves and fell head first.
At this time, the Manchurian army finally collapsed. No one was willing to continue charging down. Those who fell off their horses ran back. A few lucky ones who did not fall off hurriedly turned their horses around and ran back up the mountain. Coincidentally, they collided with the people behind them who could not stop in time.
The cavalry, which was full of murderous intent not long ago, suddenly became a pot of porridge. In an instant, they lost their fighting strength.
"This performance of mine is comparable to Zhuge Liang and Guan Yun!" Song Qingshu finally let out a sigh of relief. He could not help but think in a showy manner. But very quickly, he was stunned to find that the entire Golden Snake Battalion below seemed to be dumbfounded. He could not help but roar loudly in amusement, "What are you all standing there for? Charge!"
Song Qingshu was like a reincarnated immortal in everyone's eyes. His voice immediately ignited the morale of the entire Golden Snake Battalion.
Everyone, whether it was his own troops, or the subordinates of the other leaders, or Yang Miaozhen's Red Coat Army, or the Jianghu sects that came to help, each and every one of them seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. With wide strides, they charged toward the chaotic Manchurian cavalry.
"General, leave quickly. If you don't leave now, it will be too late." On the mountainside, a group of soldiers pulled Sabu Su and urged him anxiously.
"To think that I, a grand army of eight thousand elites, was actually defeated by one person!" Sabu Su's face was haggard. He glanced at the person at the foot of the mountain. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the saber from his waist and killed a few soldiers who tried to persuade him to escape.
"Those who dare to say retreat again, behead!" Sabu Su said fiercely. Although the majority of the army was in chaos, their strength still existed. As long as they could stabilize the chaotic situation as soon as possible, they would be able to occupy the high ground and still have the strength to fight.
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