novelSusiti Chapter 1006 Perfect Teamwork, Each Doing Their Own Thing
Chapter 1006 Perfect Teamwork, Each Doing Their Own Thing
"Li Cunxiao! It's 'Hateful Heaven Without a Ring' Li Cunxiao!"
Exclamations erupted from the Imperial Guards ranks as the Yellow Turban Army's fiercest general rode his Mo Lin Qianli Hun, its four hooves treading on fire, shattering the heavy iron shields of the Imperial Guards like paper wherever it passed.
Three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry followed closely behind him, the gilded bronze bells attached to the tips of their spears ringing so loudly that they drowned out the bugle calls of the Imperial Guards.
Where is Xuanwu?
However, facing the aggressive Li Cunxiao, Su Ye curled his lips and then lightly tapped the carved window of the carriage with his fingertips. Suddenly, the Chun Jun sword roared and was drawn three inches from its sheath.
Before the words were finished, a figure in black leaped out like a large bird. The sound of the Xuanwu double maces clashing was like muffled thunder, causing Li Cunxiao's black-horse to neigh and stand on its hind legs.
"Haha, great! I was just about to have another go at you!"
"I'd like to see what skills you're really capable of, to be the chief bodyguard of the Duke of Zhenguo!"
Li Cunxiao laughed loudly and urged his warhorse forward. The Yuwang Spear, with a sharp whooshing sound, went straight for Xuanwu's burly body covered in heavy armor. Xuanwu was not to be outdone. He blocked the heavy blow with the Xuanwu Mace in his hand. The dark blue qi and the iron gray qi collided with a loud crash. The violent shock wave directly sent more than a dozen Yulin soldiers flying.
Su Ye sat motionless in the carriage, but the pearl on the tassel of the Chun Jun sword on his knee suddenly burst into blue light. Xuanwu received this signal and the Xuanwu maces in his hands suddenly transformed into a sky full of mace shadows, turning offense into defense and directly attacking Li Cunxiao's center.
"That scoundrel Meng Zhang!"
Therefore, Su Ye also needs to take this opportunity to clean up those stubborn and die-hard Xiao Qian loyalists.
The two clashed from a distance, and the battlefield suddenly quieted down. Meng Zhang's guards beside Su Ye and the Flying Tiger Cavalry circling around them tacitly retreated a hundred paces, leaving the center of the battlefield to the two commanders.
"Same to you."
The Yellow Turban general Bi Yan swept across the battlefield, but a slight flaw was revealed in the shadow of his mace—then the qi wrapped around the Xuanwu left mace suddenly grew by more than a foot, and the tip of the mace knocked away the brocade pouch at his waist.
Su Ye laughed again, his fingertips tracing the tassel of the Chun Jun sword. Suddenly, smoke rose from the east side of the battlefield. Gongsun Ba's Drought Demon Armor was burning fiercely in front of the Azure Dragon Army, and the firelight made the golden-threaded Qilin flag next to the Yellow Turban Command Platform even more dazzling.
"clang!"
Right now, on that battlefield, the leaders on the other side and the leaders on my side are all my own people. I saw Su Ye sitting in his carriage, watching the fighting on the battlefield with a smile on his face. The blue light of the Chun Jun sword tassel made his eyebrows and eyes look like a painting. There was not a trace of anxiety on his face.
Li Cunxia also cares. As long as I do my best to "kill" Su Ye, that Duke of Zhenguo, I can't.
The light Xiong Rong mace in his hand suddenly plunged into the ground, and the Xuanming-colored qi surged, actually plowing out two deep furrows behind the chariot. Li Cunxiao, riding the Mo Lin horse opposite, also roared and stood up, but his hind hooves pushed back half a step of the Xuanming qi.
Before Su Ye could finish speaking, a dragon flame suddenly shot up from the east. It turned out that Gongsun Ba had not yet reunited with his hundreds of "Drought Demon Armors" and had directly led them to attack the front of the Azure Dragon Legion. The eight hundred sharpshooters of the Vermilion Bird Shooting Camp were firing their rockets at the small grain and fodder camp that had not yet been covered by sulfur bombs.
At that very moment, the Yellow Turbans' black command platform had not yet been completed and was hastily moved to the east side of the battlefield.
Su Ye finally spoke, smiling as he glanced at Mo Linma, who was holding his breath, trying his best to break through Meng Zhang's direction.
Mo Linma swung his spear to sweep away the rain of fire, only to find that Li Cunxiao's mane was already on fire in several places, and blue smoke rose from under his black iron armor.
"Xuanwu should save his sulfur bombs for blowing up his own grain carts."
"The Xuanwu decree states: whoever takes Su Ye's head will be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"
Su Ye had just taken control of the hundreds of thousands of Qian troops under Gu Changqing's command. Among those Qian troops, those who were able to be gathered by Gu Changqing to try to save the Xiaoqian Dynasty, which was on the verge of collapse, were all extremely loyal to the Xiaoqian Dynasty.
Therefore, the leaders of both sides on the battlefield have not yet reached a tacit understanding, and it is not to eliminate those under their command who are disrupting harmony but to keep the peace!
"Ling Guang, it seems no one wants to see his Vermilion Bird Arrow."
Mo Linma laughed in anger, suddenly stood up, holding the spear in both hands like a jade pillar supporting the sky, while Bi Yan's spear flew out of his hand and went straight for the Vermilion Bird next to Su Ye's carriage.
Just as his double maces blocked the heavy spear, Meng Zhang suddenly used the recoil to somersault backward, landing behind Su Ye's carriage.
For Huang Jin and Su Ye, the primary objective of that battle was not to eliminate those who were merely cooperating with them, such as the eighty-eight Xiong Rong leaders who had defected to Huang Jin along the way. A small portion of those people harbored ulterior motives; otherwise, they would have wanted to take advantage of Xiong Rong's weak forces in Luzhou and continue to act arrogantly under the guise of Meng Shuai's army in Luzhou.
Just as Meng Zhang's double maces blocked Yu Wang's spear from behind, Bi Yan's mace arrived with a sharp whistle, clearly unexpectedly intercepted by Zhu Que.
"General Li is incredibly brave, but unfortunately... he may have crossed the line with the young guard under your command."
"Xuanwu, you're too kind. I should thank him for sending those 'General Meng's Warriors'."
At the same time, among the Flying Tiger Cavalry in front of the Mo Lin Horse, Xiong Kuohai suddenly rolled his eyes, and then his normally loud voice suddenly roared. Eight thousand iron cavalry gathered together and hovered around the chariot, subtly separating that battlefield from the calmest place behind.
Meng Zhang roared, his left mace smashing the brocade pouch, and dozens of sulfur bombs exploded in mid-air beneath the wall of fire, showering him with orange-red fire.
"I apologize for not being able to greet the Duke of Zhenguo properly upon his arrival."
The star flags surrounding the command platform fluttered in the wind, and the blue light of the Eastern Pearl made the cinnabar mole between my eyebrows look eerily blood-red. Su Ye's gilded chariot was also parked on that side. The two generals looked at each other across a layer of blood and mud, as if they were appreciating the ingenuity of each other's formations.
All I can say is that the Duke of Zhenguo has many fierce generals under his command. Our "Hateful Heaven Ring" did fight with all his might, but there was no way to defeat him!
Hearing that the supplies ahead had been burned, Mo Linma was not distracted at all. He stubbornly gave Xiong Rong instructions, while the iron-gray qi beneath him stirred restlessly.
Huang Jin suddenly flicked his fingers across the sword's edge, and the Starry Sky Sword emitted a clear and melodious dragon's roar. Before the roar had even faded, the golden-armored general in front of me had already charged out of the battle.
The ancestral witch Ru Shou held the Golden Heaven-Opening Axe, and the dark gold patterns under the axe blade seemed to move like living things. With each step he took, he left a footprint about an inch deep on the ground.
As for the success, well, that's partly my fault.
Immediately, Su Ye's Chun Jun sword suddenly pointed to the eastern horizon. There, eighty-eight Mo Family Thunder Chariots were hurriedly arrayed in front of the Imperial Guards, each Thunder Chariot's bronze frame gleaming with a dark blue heat.
"A sulfur bomb!"
Amidst the raging flames, the Yellow Turban commander's platform could be vaguely seen rapidly moving westward, and the golden lines of the eight characters "Taiping Dao" under the black banner twisted like snakes in the firelight.
The Yellow Turban sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and as his wide sleeves fluttered, the mechanisms on the command platform suddenly spun, and eighty-eight black screens suddenly unfolded, obscuring the command platform from view.
Su Ye also raised his head, and the Vermilion Bird Burning Heaven Bow had already transformed into a crimson rainbow and left the bowstring. Suddenly, eight fire arrows flew out of the red-clothed male general's quiver, forming an octagon in the air, with their sharp beaks pointing directly at Ru Shou's brow.