In the middle of Beimang, the attacking army was divided into three groups. Two of the gaps were about sixty paces wide, allowing the cavalry to pass on orders or provide reinforcements. It was also convenient for the military to monitor the subsequent siege weapons.
The three groups of troops were divided into groups of ten thousand infantrymen, with a four-feet-tall Beimang commander's flag as the backbone. If the Beimang Emperor were to personally lead the battle, according to the law, the flag should be six feet-tall. On this battlefield, the Crown Prince of Beimang was the commander in chief as the regent of the state, so his flag should be six feet-tall. The rest of the Generals, such as Murong Baoding, Helian Wuwei, and Zhong Shentong, were the top ranking officials of the grassland. Their commander's flag could be five feet-tall. The generals with real power and the commanders of the Jia Army would use a four-feet-tall commander's flag. The flag could be embroidered with the surname of the commander or the battalion number. The two capitals of the Norland and the Southern Dynasties had no restrictions on this.
Although the first three groups of ten thousand infantrymen were intercepted by several grandmasters of the Central Plains, they generally maintained their formation and continued to push forward. Each group of infantrymen had elite soldiers with large shields and heavy armor as the vanguard. This group of people did not carry any weapons. The grassland cavalry were familiar with bows and horses, and their riding and shooting were the best in the world.
It had long been known throughout the Central Plains during the Dafeng Dynasty. If they were already like this on horseback, they could not be underestimated. However, there were not many archers in the three groups of infantrymen. Each group only had about a thousand people. The main force was still the five thousand infantrymen. They wore light leather armor, held light round shields, and had a long saber on their waists. They followed the scaling ladders as they pushed forward quickly.
After all, in Beimang's strategic plan, there were a total of two thousand four hundred catapults in the large arc that stretched across the battlefield behind the thirty thousand people. In addition to the cavalry on the two wings continuously suppressing the North Wall with their archery, there were also infantrymen behind the three groups of infantrymen. A total of six thousand people were responsible for driving the arcuballistas, large yellow crossbows, and ape arm crossbows. These types of crossbows had once shone on the battlefield of the Central Plains. During the mighty journey of Hong Jia to the north, there were family members who were in charge of the Eastern Vietnam and the Tang Empire. They were directly promoted by the Empress of Beimang to the second class of the Southern Dynasty because they offered crossbow craftsmanship to Beimang. They quickly stood out among the many remaining families of the Spring and Autumn Period.
Other than that, the three groups of formations were equipped with more than a dozen siege towers. Each siege tower could hide more than three hundred archers and infantrymen. They were like a moving ant nest. The exterior was covered with a huge special cowhide that was difficult to penetrate. Even the terrifying arcuballistas on the city wall of Beimang that were far more powerful than the Southern Dynasty's arcuballistas could not easily destroy the siege towers. Once they got close to the city wall, the archers in the towers could directly shoot at the soldiers guarding the city. At the same time, they would set up scaling ladders like a floating bridge. They would cooperate with the densely packed soldiers below the city wall to attack the city wall and the elite dare-to-die warriors would use the arrows nailed into the city wall to climb up. One front and two back, plus the catapults, large crossbows, and the cavalry on the two wings, it could be said that it was impossible to defend against.
However, because of the appearance of the eighteen people, the battlefield did not take place on the north wall of the majestic city on the northwest border.
The young Lord took the lead to break through the formation and went deep into the heart of the Beimang army. Luo Yang followed closely behind him. Although she did not kill anyone, the new Lord Liang did not have to worry about anything. In the end, Hsu Fengnian was able to break through two thousand people's armor. He used his two sleeves, the Green Snake, and the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall. His Gang Qi was like a swimming dragon. He charged straight into the front line of the Beimang army, as if he was going to take the head of the general in the midst of thousands of soldiers.
Compared to Hsu Fengnian's powerful attack, the Peach Blossom Sword God, Đồng Thái, who was slowly moving forward, was much quieter. After the Tai-Ah Sword was unsheathed, it suddenly appeared and disappeared in a flash. In the thunderous clouds, there was a ferocious flood dragon occasionally glaring with anger.
Before the Peach Blossom Sword God, Hsu Fengnian and Luo Yang rushed in one after another, followed by Mount Hui Zi Yi and Red Robe Xu Ying. The Beimang troops in front of Đồng Thái were already in a mess. Almost no one dared to provoke the Zhongyuan Wushu Grandmaster who had fought Tuoba Bodhisattva to a draw. When Li Chungang was alive, he lent his sword to Đồng Thái. Although the battle was not clear, in the eyes of the Jianghu grandmasters of Beimang, Đồng Thái was the most powerful man in the world. At that time, there were rumors that there might be people in the world who could surpass Đồng Thái, but as long as it was a battle of life and death, no one in the world could defeat Đồng Thái. At most, both sides would die. Now that Đồng Thái had returned from a visit to the East Sea, the Peach Blossom Sword God, who had never carried a sword to travel the Jianghu, was carrying a long sword. Therefore, who would dare to act rashly in front of this swordsman?
Đồng Thái did not deliberately kill the Beimang soldiers. His pace was not fast, and he moved forward steadily. The soldiers on both sides of him moved south, but Đồng Thái ignored them. He was using the Tai-Ah Sword to search for traces of Tuoba Bodhisattva. The situation was somewhat similar to when he chased Xie Guanying from the north to the south for thousands of miles. However, compared to Xie Guanying, who had almost no power to fight back, the Beimang God of War, who was at the peak of the human world in terms of both state, physique, and combat strength, was obviously not the same. He was just deliberately avoiding the battle.
Đồng Thái was not in a hurry. He occasionally looked around, and wherever his mind was, that was where the rainbow of sword aura bloomed.
In the Beimang infantry formation where Đồng Thái was, the red and purple colors seemed to have entered a no-man's land and killed wantonly.
The red-robed Xu Ying's body was agile. She liked to fly above the Beimang soldiers, and did not mind being a target at all.
Every time she was faced with a barrage of arrows from the hundreds of archers in the formation, one could vaguely see her scarlet robe shuttling freely through the rain of arrows. She spun nimbly, and it was a beautiful sight. Every time she rolled her sleeves, six to seven arrows would be caught, and as her body spun, she would immediately return the arrows. She did not care about the accuracy of the arrows. She only treated it as if it was a butterfly playing in a flower bush. The arrows came and went, but they did not even scratch the corner of her clothes. However, no less than seventy Beimang archers had their heads or chests pierced by her arrows. As for the soldiers who were caught in the crossfire, there were more than two hundred of them. Although Xu Ying's Qi was not known for being robust, it was especially long-lasting. Every time she landed, she would either raise her body and step on several arrows in succession, twisting and turning as if she was walking on flat ground, or she would drop slightly and land lightly on the head of a Beimang soldier. Her stomp was like a naughty child stomping on a tangerine in a fit of pique, easily crushing the head of a Beimang barbarian.
When a soldier saw the scarlet robe sweeping towards him, he could only close his eyes and slash randomly with his saber. He did not even have the extravagant hope of hitting the woman who moved like a ghost. In the next moment, he suddenly realized that no matter how hard he tried, the saber he raised high in the air could not be brought down.
The Beimang barbarians around the soldier looked as if they had seen a scourge. They quickly scattered, leaving behind this pitiful worm who was temporarily at a loss.
When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find that the scarlet-robed woman was standing on the tip of his saber. The woman's embroidered shoes were standing on the tip of the saber, unmoving as she looked down at him.
With a light tap of her feet, the saber's hilt instantly pierced its owner's chest and came out of his body. She then used the momentum to lean back, barely dodging several arrows that were shooting towards her face.
The scarlet-robed Xu Ying, who was originally facing the ground with her head down, waved her sleeves before she landed on the ground. Her feet landed lightly on the ground, but before she could even step on the ground, she charged forward. She raised her hand and revealed an arm that was as fair as a lotus root from her sleeves. She pressed her palm against the forehead of a Beimang soldier. The latter flew back a dozen or so steps like a kite with its string cut. The three soldiers behind him were crushed in the chest by the tremendous force of the impact and died on the spot as well.
This time, Xu Ying didn't dodge a swift arrow that was shot straight at her. A smile appeared on her joyful face. She stretched out a finger and gently pressed it against the tip of the arrow. The arrow didn't slow down in the slightest, but it didn't shoot into the woman's neck as expected. Xu Ying's figure flashed back as fast as lightning. She waited until the arrow had exhausted all its strength before she stood still. She flipped her wrist and gently grasped the arrow that should've fallen to the ground.
She broke into a smile and raised her eyes to look at the archer who had shot the arrow. Although the Beimang soldier's attire was no different from an ordinary archer's, it was obvious that he had already reached a higher level in the martial way.
The strange archer who was currently facing the scarlet-robed Xu Ying had a cold expression on his face. He had originally reached behind his shoulder to pull out an arrow from his quiver, but he probably realized that a strong bow shot was too insignificant for a grandmaster. He withdrew his hand and drew the saber at his waist instead.
When he made this move, a dozen or so archers around him also abandoned their bows and drew their sabers.
Xu Ying stretched out a finger with a smile and slowly hooked it at the soldier.
This person was an elite soldier of the border army of the Southern Court. Whether it was cavalry, archery, or infantry, he was extremely skilled. He was regarded as a valiant soldier by the Beimang. Even if this kind of valiant soldier joined the army of the Northern Court on the grasslands and attached himself to the nobles, he would definitely be regarded as a treasure by any chiliarch. They were usually in groups of ten and hid among the infantry attacking the city, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Not only were they familiar with fighting in pairs, but they were also good at small scale formations against the enemy. These secret border soldiers of the Southern Court, who were usually scattered among the armies and only under the command of the commander-in-chief during wartime, were far fewer in number than the 20,000 infantry attacking the great cities and towns of the Central Plains. There were less than 4,000 of them, so they had always been complacently praised as the Qie Xue Army of the Southern Court.
These valiant soldiers of the Southern Court, who were said to be comparable to the White Horse Crossbowmen of Liangzhou, were currently hiding more than a hundred people in every 10,000 infantry formation, so there was only one centurion. Unfortunately, the one who was provoked by the scarlet-robed Xu Ying happened to be that centurion.
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