Chapter 1513
Yinglong Zhifeng, Northern Barbarian Bones
Chapter 1513 Yinglong Zhifeng, Northern Barbarian Bones
"Pass down the order: the entire army must accelerate its advance, travel day and night, and arrive at Fengzhou City before noon tomorrow!"
Qin Qiong stood at the entrance of the camp, watching Ying Long's departing figure, then turned to give orders to his deputy.
"As ordered!"
The lieutenants responded in unison, and the sound of hurried footsteps immediately filled the camp. Ten thousand elite Imperial Guards cavalrymen, like a long dragon, sped toward Fengzhou City.
At this moment, Yinglong, riding the exotic dragon horse, was incredibly fast. Its four hooves flew, and it almost became a white shadow. The trees and rocks along the way rushed past, leaving only blurry afterimages.
The night was deep, and the wind on the grassland carried a biting chill, cutting like a knife against the face. But Yinglong was oblivious, his internal energy circulating continuously, forming an invisible barrier that kept the cold wind at bay.
He encountered several groups of Mongol cavalry blocking his way. When the Mongol cavalry saw that Yinglong was alone, they thought he was a lost merchant and tried to intercept him, but they were swept away by Yinglong's spear and instantly turned into dead.
As he wielded his spear, golden and blue qi surged forth like a dragon's roar, instantly felling all the Mongol cavalrymen in his path; not a single one could withstand a single blow from him.
Yinglong didn't even make any extra movements; he simply spurred his horse forward, clearing away all obstacles with a wave of his spear.
The scene along the way was horrific. In the abandoned villages, houses were burned down, leaving only ruins. The bodies of villagers were scattered on the ground, some already decomposed, others still in their dying poses, their eyes filled with despair.
Occasionally, a few surviving refugees could be seen, ragged and emaciated. When they saw Yinglong, they trembled with fear, thinking that the Mongol cavalry had returned.
As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, Yinglong had been galloping for half the night. The exotic dragon horse beneath him was covered in sweat and its breathing had become rapid.
"Keep pushing, we'll be there soon."
But Yinglong still didn't stop. He patted the horse's back and said in a deep voice.
The hybrid dragon horse seemed to understand his words, let out a neigh, and increased its speed again.
Finally, in the dawn's light, the outline of Fengzhou City appeared in the distance. The majestic city was shrouded in smoke, and the figures of people fighting could be vaguely seen on the city walls. The banners of the Mongol camp fluttered outside the city like ferocious beasts, eyeing the enemy menacingly.
Yinglong's gaze fell on the back gate of Fengzhou City. The gate tower was blackened by the flames of war, and the city wall was covered with arrow and knife marks. The city gate was closed, and the guards on the city wall were watching the outside of the city warily, obviously aware of the danger.
In the woods not far from the city gate, several dark figures could be vaguely seen moving about. They were the Mongol sentries. Yinglong squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the exotic dragon horse let out a loud neigh and galloped toward the back city gate.
"Look! Someone's coming! It's cavalry!"
The defenders on the city wall quickly spotted Yinglong's figure. One of the soldiers pointed into the distance and shouted.
The garrison commander on the city wall looked up and saw a golden figure riding a magnificent white horse, galloping towards the city gate like lightning at an astonishing speed.
"Be on guard! Prepare to fire arrows! They might be Mongols!"
Startled, he shouted sharply, and the soldiers beside him quickly drew their bows and nocked arrows, aiming them at Yinglong.
Yinglong looked at the defenders on the city wall, but instead of slowing down, he accelerated again. At the same time, he swung his spear, and golden-blue qi burst forth, shooting towards the woods not far from the city gate.
"Puff puff!"
Several muffled thuds rang out, and before the Mongolian sentries in the woods could react, they were struck by the qi and fell to the ground dead.
The commander of the defending troops on the city wall was taken aback when he saw this scene, unsure whether the newcomers were friend or foe.
"I am Yinglong, the commander of the Qianzhou reinforcements! I have come to support Fengzhou City on the orders of Duke Su Ye! Open the city gates immediately!"
Just then, Yinglong arrived at the city gate, reined in his horse, and looked up at the defenders on the city wall, his voice booming like a bell. "Yinglong? Reinforcements from Qianzhou?"
The garrison commander on the city wall was startled. He hesitated, unsure whether to believe it or not. After all, the Mongols were cunning, and who knew if this was a trick by them?
Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from inside the city gate, and Wang Shenqi arrived with five hundred Jingse soldiers.
"Stop! Don't fire! They're our own people!"
He saw the guards on the city wall drawing their bows and nocking arrows at Yinglong outside the city, and he quickly shouted.
"Quickly! Open the city gates!"
He gave a stern order, and the dozen or so Jingse soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward and slowly opened the heavy city gate, making a creaking sound.
Meanwhile, the fighting on the main street north of Fengzhou City had long since deviated from the usual maneuvering of street fighting, turning into a naked, bloody meat grinder.
Every time Huyan Guduhou swung his seventy-two-pound black iron mace, it whistled through the air, and dark blue-green energy overflowed from the edge of the mace, causing the bluestone slabs beneath his feet to shatter into pieces.
This former Xiongnu general was clad in triple-layered animal armor, with two dried enemy heads adorning his shoulder armor. A scar on his face, running from his brow bone to his jaw, gleamed with a ferocious red light during the battle. His turbid eyes held only the bloodlust and savagery of a steppe wolf.
"Huyanping! Prepare to die!"
Huyan Guduhou's roar was like muffled thunder rolling through the streets and alleys. His black iron mace swept out with immense force. Wherever the energy passed, two soldiers of the Japanese army were shattered before they could even scream. Their bodies crashed into the courtyard wall like kites with broken strings, splashing up a cloud of blood mist.
Behind him, more than a hundred Kheshig soldiers, like the fiercest pack of wolves, each wielding a scimitar and a short axe, joined more than a thousand Mongol soldiers, forming a dense charging formation that compressed Huyanping's defenses to the crossroads in the middle of North Street.
At this moment, Hu Yanping was covered in blood, his black iron battle armor was already tattered, and a deep wound on his left arm that exposed bone was gushing blood, staining the iron club in his hand red.
He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his vision was blurring. He had just taken three blows from Huyan Guduhou's mace, and now his arms were sore and weak, and his internal energy was as chaotic as a wild horse that had broken free.
But behind him were densely packed Japanese soldiers and auxiliary troops, one of the last lines of defense for Fengzhou City, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.
"Brothers! Hold the line! No one is allowed to retreat!"
Hu Yanping roared, his heavy club flashing as he barely managed to block the blows from the two Kheshig soldiers.
But just as he defused the attack, Huyan Guduhou's black iron mace followed closely, smashing down on his head with a world-destroying force.
Hu Yanping felt a chill run down his spine. With his last bit of strength, he dodged to the side. The mace grazed his shoulder and slammed into the ground with a loud crash. The bluestone slab instantly collapsed, creating a large pit half a foot deep. As the debris flew, several soldiers were grazed and cried out in pain.
"Can you dodge it once, and then twice?"
Huyan Guduhou sneered, and with a flick of his wrist, the mace attacked again like a shooting star.
"You dare to show off your meager skills in front of me? Back in the day, even your grandfather would have to avoid me on the grasslands!"
Hu Yanping was both shocked and furious; he hadn't expected this old Xiongnu devil to be so powerful.
The large club in his hand met the attack again. With a loud clang, the sound of metal clashing against metal made the surrounding soldiers' eardrums hurt. Hu Yanping felt an overwhelming force coming through the club, and his arms instantly lost feeling. The club almost flew out of his hands.
He staggered back a few steps, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it back down.
(End of this chapter)