Chapter 558 Skeleton Dragon Rider
Chapter 558 Skeleton Dragon Rider
September 7th, the twentieth year of Yongqing.
Dark clouds gather.
As the night faded, the general of Dengfeng ordered thousands of refugees to be driven forward to cry for the city. These refugees who had lost their homes were ragged and wailing incessantly, and the defenders on the city walls were all moved when they heard it.
"Your Highness Prince Yong, Lord Qingtian, please let me in!"
"Let me in, my son is in there!"
"Sir, please be kind. My nephew is also a member of the Dongyang Guard!"
Wuyang County is less than 40 miles away from Dongyang City, which is almost the only place to go to make a living.
Two thousand Northern Wei soldiers followed closely behind, chopping down the refugees who could not keep up with the queue with their swords. The refugees gathered desperately towards the north gate, wailing loudly.
On the north wall of Dongyang, in front of the city tower.
Not long after Jiang He sat down, the Censor and other officers from the north wall rushed over.
"Your Highness, this gate must not be opened. There are more than a thousand young and strong men inside. There must be fierce soldiers of the Northern Wei hiding there. If the gate is opened, the city will fall!" Commander Sheng Gui said this with certainty. He had risen from a small soldier to the third rank today. The qualities of a general told him that there must be a trick going on.
"Please have mercy, my lord!"
The garrison officer of the north wall rushed out of the ranks, kowtowed without hesitation, and said in a trembling voice: "My old father is just outside the city. He has raised me for thirty years. Filial piety is greater than heaven. I beg Your Majesty to grant me the throne. I will take full responsibility, and I will not hesitate to execute you afterward!"
"What are you going to take on, you bastard?"
"It's better to open only a small part and preserve the part."
"Impossible."
"This is a strategy to attack the hearts and minds of the people." Pei Yufan sighed, "Even if the gate is not opened, refusing refugees from entering will greatly damage morale."
On the north wall, the two thousand defending soldiers all lowered their heads and looked around, especially the more than three hundred disciples of Dongyang Sect. If it were not for the sect master of the fourth realm to stop them, some of the younger ones would have rushed down and opened the city privately.
Pei Yu hesitated for a while, then clasped his fists and said, "You can't have your cake and eat it too. You have to give up the fish to take the bear's paw. The three counties of Wuyang are ahead. Whether the 300,000 people in the city will die under the sword of the Northern Wei depends on your decision. I hope you can make the decision."
Jiang He said nothing, but just looked outside the city.
There were thousands of refugees in front, two thousand Northern Wei soldiers behind, and further behind were the vanguard troops of more than ten thousand consisting of the Dengfeng general and half of the surrendered soldiers. It was obvious that General Hou intended to let some of the surrendered soldiers see with their own eyes that there was actually no difference between Southern Liang and Northern Wei.
"If you surrender but cannot win, what's the point of fighting?"
Pei Yu frowned. There was no such sentence in the military books. What the prince meant was that the combat effectiveness of a surrendered army was not worth expecting before it achieved victory.
"Open the city gate." Jiang He said calmly.
Pei Yu, the Censor, and Sheng Gui were all shocked at the same time.
"I regard both fish and bear's paw as worn-out shoes."
At this moment, Pei Weidu, a member of the Pei family, came running over and shouted, "Uncle, there are three thousand elite cavalrymen gathering at the city gate!"
"what!"
……
The plain outside the city.
The drums of war thundered and smoke and dust covered the sun.
Countless flags rose up like a dense forest, and hundreds of scouts patrolled around the battlefield.
On the right side of the army, tens of thousands of Tiange cavalrymen were lined up, among which the 1,000 Baibao cavalrymen in the front were all armed with guns and swords, wearing second-grade yang steel heavy armor, and riding tall horses with four hooves like pillars.
The cavalry captain wore a phoenix-wing helmet and a more sophisticated chain mail armor, looking very majestic. The red battle flag behind him fluttered in the wind. He was obviously a master of the third realm.
In the central army formation, the infantry phalanxes were arranged in neat rows. The shields of the sword and shield soldiers were engraved with the family emblem of the Hou family of the Northern Wei Dynasty. The spearmen held eight-foot-long Yang steel spears with sharp spear heads. The elite infantry formation was like a steel forest, with a large number of archers mixed in.
On the general platform, General Hou patiently peeled an orange, ate half of it in one gulp, paused for a moment, and then casually handed the orange to the middle-aged scholar beside him.
"What do you think, Mr. Jian?" General Hou said with a smile, "Prince Yong is only eighteen years old, but he is just a young boy. Let's make a bet and see if he can be cruel."
“You win or lose when you gamble, but you don’t lose when you don’t gamble.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Jian's face frowned violently. He looked at the orange in his hand in shock. It was so sour that his scalp numbed.
"Hahaha, the seventh candidate in the world was also defeated by me. Oranges grown in the north and south are different. I spent half the night eating before I found such a precious fruit."
General Hou laughed loudly. Even when he captured Dengfeng City, he didn't look so happy.
Mr. Jian couldn't help but clench his fists. The famous qualities of the Jiangbei Daode Sect's sword immortal lineage made his chest ache slightly.
But before Mr. Jian could speak.
The north gate of Dongyang burst open.
On the general's platform, the two men's pupils shrank almost at the same time.
The eyes of thousands of refugees outside the city gradually changed from surprise at surviving the disaster to anxiety and despair.
I saw a man in a red robe jumping down from the top of the city wall and sitting directly on a terrifying warhorse with a dragon head and a horse body. Three thousand skeleton dragon riders pedaled at the same time, the ground shook, and smoke and dust rose up.
No matter friend or foe, all were surprised by this unexpected elite cavalry, because all 3,000 of them were experts in the second realm. No matter in quantity or quality, they were comparable to the private soldiers accumulated by the great families for more than ten generations.
"Whoever is in charge of espionage will be taken out and beheaded."
General Hou threw down a command flag with an expressionless face. The soldiers on his left and right picked it up and immediately turned around and left.
In the sight, the Skeleton Dragon Riders charged forward as if no one was around, without any mercy. Among the refugees, hundreds of disguised Northern Wei soldiers had pale faces, were now in tattered clothes, and only had personal knives or daggers with them. Now they were really no different from refugees.
Da da da!
The speed of the three thousand skeleton dragon riders did not reach the limit, but they dispersed to both sides in a very orderly manner.
The refugees had no fighting spirit at all. Faced with the endless torrent of cavalry on both sides, they turned around and ran straight away, attacking the two thousand Northern Wei soldiers who were originally driving them away.
The scene was extremely chaotic.
Looking down from the sky, the Skeleton Dragon Riders began to speed up at this point. A Da and A Er each led a thousand people, and cooperated with Jiang He to transform into three spears, and rushed straight into the chaotic crowd.
hum!
As a sword light appeared in the sky like snowflakes, thousands of heads exploded around, and roars and screams were heard continuously. The Skeleton Dragon Riders, accompanied by the Northern Wei soldiers and refugees, continued to charge towards the Dengfeng army formation ahead with an extremely huge momentum.
On the general's platform, Mr. Jian tilted his head.
General Hou calmly threw down a few flags, and the army formation began to change. He just felt a little regretful and said:
"I originally planned to train He Dengfeng, but now it's all in vain, what a pity."
Mr. Jian asked in confusion, "General, did you not expect that Dongyang had a large-scale cavalry?"
General Hou shrugged and said frankly, "It's not that I didn't expect it, but I didn't think about it at all. To support a cavalry of 3,000 people, we need 70,000 dan of beans and 50,000 taels of silver per year, not to mention swords, lances, armor, and even saddles and reins. The accounts of Dongyang County don't match up."
"But it's just a small matter. This enemy army is indeed elite, but its equipment is not good. It has Ding-level armor and no lances or bows and arrows. It is only arrogant for a while. I guess it is a trump card that Pei or King Yong has worked hard to hide."
A wooden box flew out from Mr. Jian's sleeve, and inside it lay nine small and exquisite flying swords.
"Do you need my help?"
As the seventh of the ten candidates in the world, Mr. Jian has an amazing record of killing more than one sub-hero.
General Hou narrowed his eyes. What surprised him most was not the cavalry, but the extremely brilliant sword strike by Prince Yong.
"Let the people from the Demon Cult test the waters first."
(End of this chapter)