The sun rose and set, but the fighting on the battlefield never stopped for a moment!
The offensives of both sides were like a mountain torrent and a tsunami. The people on the battlefield didn't even have time to catch their breath. The overwhelming horses were running in all directions. There were fierce attacks from all directions, swords and spears were like forests, arrows were flying like rain, and there was a clanging sound of fighting and weapons colliding everywhere. The injured horses fell to the ground and let out a desolate neigh.
After a whole day of fighting, the situation on the battlefield finally began to change. The Mongolian warriors, led by Temujin, relied on the morale of "the brave prevails when two meet in a narrow road" and fought out a evenly matched situation despite being in an absolutely disadvantageous situation. However, a long battle will lead to fatigue, and the war situation took a sharp turn for the worse after nightfall!
The Turkic soldiers fought more and more bravely, and the Mongolian front kept retreating, and was about to collapse. There were pale-faced Mongolian soldiers running back in panic, and although they were immediately killed on the spot by officers and supervisors, it was a bad sign after all.
A sign of the collapse of the front.
Fengyancheng looked out from the high slope, and his resolute and courageous face showed sincere admiration. The fighting power of the Mongolian men who lined up with their backs to the water and fought to the death far exceeded his imagination. Despite the absolute disadvantage in numbers, they tied the invincible Golden Wolf Cavalry in the field battle!
"What a group of respectable men!"
The guard leader Zhi Yan at the side consoled him: "Martial Lord, don't worry too much. They will get tired after a long battle. They won't have a chance to come to us!"
After a long silence, Feng Yancheng said softly: "We can't lose any more good men of the Turkic people here. Order the Guards Brigade to assemble. I will go out in person and defeat them completely!"
All the close ministers around him knelt down and cried out in disbelief: "Martial Lord! Think twice!"
"No need!" Feng Yancheng raised a spear in his hand. The spear weighed ninety-nine pounds. The name of the spear was 'Agushihuaya', which was an ancient Turkic word meaning the mark of the moonlit night. When Bi Xuan was young, he charged into battle with it and was invincible on the grassland. When he first debuted, he was praised as 'no one could knock him off his horse'. Later, it was passed to Feng Yancheng, and he swept across the border without any rivals!
At this moment, Feng Yancheng held a spear in his hand, and a tremendous momentum suddenly emanated from his burly body. Suddenly, he raised his arms and shouted: "Where is the pride of my Turks?"
“Here!”
The guards on the hillside suddenly roared loudly, the roar went straight through the sky and the whole grassland trembled. Feng Yancheng raised his gun and rode his horse towards the fluttering Mongolian flag at the foot of the hill.
In the afternoon, the vanguard general Subuchi was the first to realize that something was wrong.
An overwhelming shout rang out from the front, and the Turkic soldiers seemed to have completely forgotten that this was a bloody battlefield. They raised their weapons high, and with thunderous shouts of "Long live the enemy", the Turkic army neatly made way for a retreat, and Wu Zun, dressed in bright clothes and riding a fierce horse, suddenly rushed out from the army like a god descending from the sky!
Looking at the elite wolf riders running past, a smile suddenly appeared on Shuchi's bloodstained face: "It seems that another big head is coming, my men of Qiyan, follow me and charge!"
The knight in the front row gradually approached, and a faint crimson light was emanating from his body. Under the setting sun, his outline was indescribably gorgeous and sacred, like the great sun god.
He jumped out like this, leaped onto the open ground between the two armies, and ran straight towards the Mongolian army!
The archers were the first to fight back, and thousands of arrows were shot at him in the sharp wind. However, in just a blink of an eye, a dazzling red light appeared on the knight's body, and the arrows were shattered wherever they hit.
The knights continued to gallop towards the Mongol vanguard without delay. Before the archers could fire their second round of arrows, the knights had already rushed to the front of the army.
The brave soldiers rushed out quickly, and countless swords, spears, swords and halberds rushed towards the man on horseback. However, a red light flashed by, and in an instant, the limbs and weapon fragments of Wuqi flew all over the sky, and the splashing blood almost dyed the entire sky red.
Many soldiers didn't even know what was happening before their heads flew into the sky.
Shuchi stood up from his horse involuntarily. At that moment, the terrifying spear was swirling in the knight's hand like a dragon, and wherever it went, there was blood and flesh splattering everywhere. Within a radius of five meters around the knight, the ground was covered with scarlet flesh and broken weapons, and there was no one alive.
He alone managed to create a gap in the Mongolian army in an instant
Oh my god, is he still human
"Long live the Martial Master!" The cheers were overwhelming, as shocking as a tsunami.
"Feng Yancheng is coming to kill us, Feng Yancheng is coming to kill us..."
The news was like a terrible cold current that blew across the Mongolian front army and spread rapidly like a plague. The morale of both sides changed drastically almost in an instant. Everyone involuntarily retreated slowly, as if their bodies had been controlled by that horrible demon.
Oh! No! There is one exception!
Subuchi quickly gathered the reins, picked up the terrible poisonous dragon spear, and headed towards Fengyan City as soon as possible. The importance of morale between the two armies was self-evident. If Subuchi retreated here, then the entire Mongolian front army would be in ruins!
Two unrivaled spearmen will fight it out here!
The long spear of Shuchi moved slowly, generating streams of air as sharp as a blade. Feng Yancheng's eyes suddenly showed admiration, and then he shouted loudly, shocking the whole audience.
Then, Shuchi's spear suddenly struck out, and this spear rose and fell like a wave. Every time it sank and rose, the spear's momentum became slower. No one thought it was a dead steel spear anymore, but it was like a living poisonous dragon, rising and falling with the invisible huge waves, and pounced towards Fengyan City two meters away.
"Bang!"
Instantly, the spears collided heavily. A fierce air current swirled around them, bringing many soldiers who were close to the ground, and quickly cleared a huge open space around the two people.
Shuchi knew that his internal strength was far inferior to Fengyan City's Yan Yang Qi Gong, so he could only fight quickly! The poisonous dragon spear in his hand was unpredictable, preparing for the final blow that would shake the world.
Feng Yancheng looked at the spear and began to push towards him. The amazing pressure brought by the spear rushed straight to his face.
A sudden enlightenment rose in Feng Yancheng's heart. At this moment, Shuchi was the spear, and the spear was Shuchi. They could no longer be distinguished from each other.
Subutai's Poison Dragon Spear was even more advanced and powerful than he had imagined. At this point, the debate over who was the best spearman in the world had come to an end.
Then... ... .
"If you want to defeat Fengyan City, you are still a long way off!" (To be continued)