On the posthouse route, the battle with the Frozen Field Cavalry as the main characters had come to an end. Very quickly, there were scouts who passed on the general military information to the Commandant of the Northwest, Ren Chunyun, and the Commandant of the Northwest, Zhu Boyu. The reactions of the two generals were completely different. Dressed in bright red armor, Ren Chunyun stood with a saber at her side. When she heard that Ma Jinchai had suffered a setback, she laughed loudly and stroked her horse's mane with a gloating expression. As generals of the same province, their ranks were similar. Since the official hats on their heads were not too different, then naturally they were enemies. Ren Chunyun, who came from a poor background, had long disliked the laughably named Commandant Ma. Her subordinates were all descendants of Lingzhou's generals, so how could they train elite soldiers? There were two plains on the Lingzhou plains that were easy for cavalry to stretch out and train. Last year, Ren Chunyun had a dispute with Ma Jinchai and fiercely taught the flashy Frozen Field Cavalry a lesson. However, Ma Jinchai quickly turned the tables on Ren Chunyun in the officialdom. The salary was not bad, and no one dared to do anything to this lightning pool. Ren Chunyun only received some "leftovers" that did not even have B-grade aptitude. Only after asking around did she find out that it was Ma Jinchai's in-law who was an important member of Beiliang's military depot who had set up a stumbling block. Later on, Ma Jinchai brought a hundred cavalry with brand new armor to Ren Chunyun's territory to flaunt her might under the pretext of killing roaming bandits. If it were not for Ren Chunyun firmly suppressing the lower generals to not cause trouble, there would have been a mutiny.
On the other side, Zhu Boyu was much calmer. His impression of Ma Jinchai had always been bad, but he never showed it on his face. If he really met her, he would drink and be polite. Therefore, the Wind Coat Cavalry got along quite well with Ma Jinchai and the other young masters. The main reason was that Zhu Boyu was also a military official who had come out of a general's manor. His father's generation had fought side by side, and there was a life and death relationship as a foundation. However, although Zhu Boyu had never been to the battlefield at the border and his achievements were rather thin, he was one of the few Beiliang youths who could calm down and manage the army. These years, he held real power and was often mocked by many surplus generals who had returned to Lingzhou with military achievements. This made Zhu Boyu more willing to get along with Ma Jinchai and the others. After all, the fake friendship and toasting was better than those old seniors who did not have any descendants who would show off their seniority the moment they met. Right now, Zhu Boyu was worried that His Royal Highness, who had not started a killing spree in the Lingzhou officialdom, would use this chance to make an example out of Ma Jinchai and drag him down. Why would His Royal Highness care if a Wind Coat Cavalry without any military achievements was clean and honest or was in cahoots with Ma Jinchai? Zhu Boyu, who had the misfortune of being born with a baby face, sat high on the back of a horse. His warhorse was only a B grade. The Wind Coat Cavalry only had 30 A grade warhorses, and they were all given to those who had military achievements and elite soldiers. Zhu Boyu waved his hand and let the scout, who did not need to report based on the rules of the Wind Coat Cavalry, return to investigate. Zhu Boyu, who was wearing normal armor, let out a breath of air. His expression was abnormally serious because he could see that His Royal Highness had a Bodhisattva heart for the Lingzhou officialdom. However, there was a difference between the military and politics. With the example of Huaihua Great General Zhong Hongwu as an example, Zhu Boyu was certain that the troops in Lingzhou would not be so lucky.
The Peach Blossom Beauty Fan was gently fanned and a gentle breeze blew across his face. The hair on his temples fluttered lightly. The handsome young master in a black fur coat looked over at the same level. The three cavalry units that surrounded them in a fan shaped battle formation were like clouds and mud compared to the previous 200 cavalry units. The hooves of the horses were in sync and there was no confusion at all. With his outstanding eyesight, he could clearly see the young faces of the cavalry. Their eyes were firm as if they had received instructions and did not have any intention of using the light crossbows. Beiliang had very strict restrictions on crossbows. If one carried a Beiliang knife, they could rely on their family background to get away with it. However, if one dared to carry a crossbow, even if it was an inch long crossbow, which was a weak light crossbow that a maiden could use, once discovered, their family would be confiscated on the same day. There was no room for negotiation.
The movement sprinted wildly on the post road. The straight line under his feet splattered mud in all directions. It was frightening. The Vajra Realm martial artist, who was tired of being a lackey, only wanted to do whatever he could to his heart's content. In his eyes, the 200 cavalrymen who could not withstand a single blow from him were frail little girls who needed to be supported. The 200 to 300 cavalrymen in front of him were nothing more than slightly stronger and sturdier women who could not withstand a few blows from him. The First Pin expert, whose personality did not match his name, laughed loudly as he charged forward. Three iron spears pierced toward him at the same time. Le Zhang grabbed two cold spears with both hands and twisted them into two lumps of iron. He pulled his wrists inward and then knocked them outward. The two cavalrymen who refused to let go were knocked off their horses by him. The spear in the middle was aimed at Le Zhang's chest, but it did not pierce through. Instead, the burly man with a smile on his face continued to charge forward. The spear that pierced downwards curved in an exaggerated arc in the air. It was obvious that this cavalryman's strength and tenacity were not comparable to Ma Jinchai's troops. As an outstanding martial artist who could occupy a place among the small group of people at the top of Jianghu, Le Zhang did not care if the ant under his feet bit him lightly or heavily. He bent his knees and crawled under the belly of a horse. He lifted a galloping warhorse with one shoulder. Like an overlord carrying a cauldron, Le Zhang threw the warhorse to the back of the cavalrymen. The few cavalrymen who were caught in the crossfire fell to the ground and could not get up. However, they were quickly pulled up by the cavalrymen who had bypassed the dead warhorses. Two of their comrades rode on the same horse and fiercely thrust their spears at Le Zhang, who was completely invulnerable. Le Zhang, who was finally somewhat interested, laughed wildly. He suddenly rose from the ground and stepped on a cavalryman's head. Then, he took advantage of the situation and moved left and right, stepping on the cavalrymen and warhorses one by one. In an instant, more than a dozen cavalrymen had completely lost their ability to fight. Le Zhang seemed to be still not satisfied. After landing on the ground, he was too lazy to attack. He only focused on charging forward. Wherever he went, the warhorses' bones were broken and they died after violent collisions.
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