Chapter 105

  At this time, Jiang Mo had already suffered internal injuries, the spirit sword flew out of his hand, and blood spurted from under the spirit armor's nose and mouth. His consciousness was also blurry and unclear.

  When the two barbarian generals' heavy knives whizzed over, he had no strength to dodge or parry. However, the ultimate technique of Anxiang's Lingwu, "Dark Shadow Drift", became his lifesaver. With his last remaining consciousness, he performed the Dark Shadow Drift and instantly retreated behind a pile of arrows on the city wall. As soon as he appeared, his spiritual armor dissipated, and he fainted.

  The wind army on the city wall was first startled by Jiang Mo's sudden appearance, but seeing that he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, pale-faced, and with tightly closed eyes, they rushed forward to drag him down the city, looking for a military doctor to treat him.

  Jiang Mo fought to the death, and although he successfully destroyed the barbarian army's thunderbolt chariot, that only solved one corner of the iceberg, and fundamentally could not change the overall disadvantage of Bian Cheng.

  The barbarian army's four-sided attack became increasingly fierce, and the border city garrison was about to be overwhelmed. At this time, another cavalry came from behind the barbarian camp.

  Like the previous wave of barbarian soldiers, this team also did not carry a flag, all infantry, but very fast. From a distance, dust flew everywhere, and it was impossible to see how many people there were or which country's army they belonged to.

  According to the subordinate's report, there were more troops coming from the rear. The main general of the barbarian army was stunned and couldn't figure out who this group of people was. He turned his head to look around, but after a while, he still couldn't make sense of it. He immediately ordered the subordinate who reported to him to go and check what kind of people this team was.

  That barbarian soldier took the order and left, never to return again.

  These people are none other than Tang Yin and his two thousand Fengjun troops who were ambushing in Yuwang Town.

  The barbarian army launched a siege, and Tang Yin received the scout's report in the first time, immediately gathering all his own soldiers scattered in the town to rush to the border city.

  They had not yet arrived when they saw flames rising high into the sky from the direction of Biancheng, and heard people shouting and horses neighing; without needing to think about it, they knew that a fierce battle was unfolding.

  Tang Yin knew that the barbarian army was numerous, and he was afraid that his own side would not be able to withstand it. His heart was burning with anxiety, and he picked up his pace, running at the very front. The brothers Up Guan, Cheng Jin, Ao Qing, and two thousand soldiers were all left far behind him.

  He was rushing forward when he suddenly saw a barbarian soldier coming quickly from the front. Tang Yin was very clever and immediately understood that this was someone sent by the barbarians to scout ahead. He didn't make a sound, but instead increased his speed even more.

  He saw the barbarian soldier, who also saw him. The barbarian soldier judged that he was a wind person just by looking at Tang Yin's clothes, and didn't need to ask, those following behind were all wind soldiers.

  The barbarian soldier didn't dare to move forward, hastily pulled the reins of his warhorse, turned around and prepared to return to report.

  He was fast, but not as fast as Tang Yin's shadowy drift. Just as he turned his horse's head, Tang Yin had already appeared on the horse's back, standing right behind Xiao Xiao. The two were so close they were almost stuck together.

  "Ah!" The little general shouted in fright, just wanting to wield his knife and chop down Tang Yin who had jumped onto the war horse, but the latter grabbed his wrist first, and with his other hand he fiercely pinched the little general's neck.

  As a black flame flashed, the little school didn't even have time to let out a cry, its body turning into smoke and disappearing. The armor and clothes that had lost their master scattered from the horse's back onto the ground.

  Tang Yin remained silent and mounted his warhorse, slapping its buttocks to urge it forward, charging straight into the barbarian army's camp.

  He had heard before that the warhorses of the Mohe tribe were exceptionally strong, and now he was experiencing it personally. He felt that it was indeed so; although the horse was galloping at full speed, the person sitting on its back could hardly feel any intense shaking. The only drawback was that it was too slow, especially compared to his own warhorse, Shadow.

  There was not much time to react, Tang Yin had already urged his horse to rush to the rear of the barbarian army's camp. The barbarians guarding the rear thought it was one of their own small schools going back and forth, and did not pay much attention. When Tang Yin rushed up on horseback, these barbarians suddenly realized that although the warhorse was theirs, the person on the horse had changed, and now sitting on the horseback was a Tang person.

  "It's an enemy! (Don't speak)" A barbarian soldier shouted loudly.

  His words had barely left his lips when Tang Yin arrived at his side, he dropped the reins, drew out his twin blades, and as his warhorse passed by the barbarian soldier's side, his blade also swept across the barbarian's throat.

  Plop!

  A flash of light, a splatter of blood. The barbarian soldier clutched at his severed throat and stumbled backward, landing on the ground with a thud, convulsing several times before falling still. The other barbarian soldiers were shocked by this sight and rushed forward as one, their long spears and axes raised high, stabbing and chopping towards Tang Yin in unison.

  Tang Yin released his spiritual energy, and in an instant, a suit of armor condensed on his body. He then merged his twin blades, completing the spiritualization of his weapon. The two blades combined into one, transforming into a long scythe. As he swung his arm, a loud whooshing sound was heard, and the surface of the scythe erupted with a layer of intense black flames.

  "Kill—"

  Tang Yin let out a loud shout on horseback, his scimitar sweeping out in a wide arc. The barbarian soldiers raised their spears to block the attack, but how could ordinary long spears withstand the spiritual soldier's weapon? With a series of crisp cracking sounds, the row of barbarian soldiers standing in front of the warhorse were cut in two, along with their spears.

  The spear was broken, and the remaining spearhead still lingered. What's pitiful is that after a person was beheaded, not even a single strand of hair remained, their physical body had been incinerated by the dark flames attached to the sickle, transformed into ethereal spirits.

  The barbarian soldiers behind saw this scene, as if they had been electrocuted, their eyes widened and their tongues were tied, and someone shouted in a shrill voice: "Sickle! The sickle with black fire!"

  Whoa! This shout caused the barbarian soldiers to involuntarily retreat backward.

  In the last battle in Yuwang Town, although the scale was not large, Tang Yin left a deep impression on the barbarian soldiers. In the Besa City-State, there were rumors that there was a general in Feng Guo who held a scythe with flames, extremely fierce, just like the god of death on the battlefield, and no one could match him. At this time, they saw Tang Yin and the scythe covered with black flames, and the barbarian soldiers immediately remembered this rumor, instinctively retreating backwards.

  They retreated, and Tang Yin approached. He had already made up his mind to take advantage of the barbarian army's unpreparedness and launch a surprise attack on the enemy's central army, beheading their commander first.

  Infantry can't be faster than war horses. When the barbarian soldiers were retreating in fear, Tang Yin rode his horse to charge and kill, swinging his scimitar as black flames spread everywhere, drawing strange black lights in the air. Over a hundred barbarian soldiers guarding the rear of the formation disappeared in the blink of an eye, with helmets and weapons scattered all over the ground.

  The remaining barbarian soldiers were thoroughly frightened and no one dared to intercept them, nor did anyone dare to stand in front of Tang Yin's war horse. Dozens of barbarian soldiers retreated to both sides.

  They retreated and gave Tang Yin a way out. He clamped his legs tightly around the horse's abdomen, entered the enemy camp, and charged straight into the central army.

  The Chinese army was the place where the main general was located, it was the command center of the entire camp, and of course, it was also the most important place. Originally, it should have been defended tightly, but the main force of the barbarian army had already been invested in the city war, and there were only a few barbarian soldiers left in the camp. With Tang Yan being extremely fierce, he charged into the barbarian army camp like entering an uninhabited land. The scattered barbarian soldiers who came out to fight hadn't even approached the front of the war horse before they were beheaded by his scimitar.

  Soon, Tang Yin rushed to the center of the barbarian army's camp and saw a middle-aged barbarian general in the crowd. Judging from his luxurious clothes and the scene of people surrounding him, Tang Yin immediately judged that this person was not simple in the barbarian army, and he was probably the commander-in-chief of the barbarian army. Without thinking, he urged his horse to rush over and kill him.

  Seeing him rush over, the barbarian soldiers and the guards surrounding Zhou's main general rushed forward to block them. These barbarians were all cultivators of spiritual energy, and their cultivation was quite deep. The skills of close combat were also exquisite. More than 20 guards simultaneously launched the spirit of their weapons, and the scene was quite spectacular.

  As soon as both sides came into contact with each other, the sickle in Tang Yin's hand swung out first, and a narrow, crescent-shaped spiritual wave also flew out.

  The guards sensed that Tang Yin's cultivation was deep, and they didn't dare to harden the spiritual waves he emitted. Some jumped up or fell to the ground, dodging his edge. After the spiritual wave passed, the guards rushed forward, some attacking Tang Yin, others attacking the war horse, more than 20 spiritual weapons came from all sides.

  No one can surpass Tang Yin in terms of fighting skills, regardless of wealth or status.

  Although the number of opponents was large, Tang Yin still didn't take them seriously. He remained calm and composed, his scythe dancing in the air as he effortlessly deflected each attack. Before the opponents could launch their second wave of simultaneous attacks, Tang Yin's scythe had already shot out like lightning.

  A leaping guard was still in mid-air when his abdomen was stabbed by a scythe, he only had time to let out a brief cry of surprise, and then his body was melted away by the dark flames on the scythe, leaving behind ownerless clothes and weapons scattered from the air.

  These guards were all dead men, and according to the Besa City State's regulations, once the general was killed, these personal guards would also be executed. So when they watched their companions die miserably with their own eyes, knowing that they were no match for the enemy, not a single one retreated or hesitated, but instead attacked even more frantically and desperately.

  Tang Yin didn't take these guards seriously, but in the fight he saw that the middle-aged commander of the barbarian soldier was urging his horse to rush forward, and looking ahead, it was a large team of Besa cavalry.

  This should be the legendary heavy armored cavalry of the barbarian state. All the cavalrymen were wearing thick armor, from head to toe, fully wrapped in iron armor, with only two small holes left on the iron mask on their faces. They are not spirit warriors, but this set of equipment is enough to rival that of the spirit warriors clad in spiritual armor. Looking down further, even the war horses they rode were wearing thick iron armor. When the two armies faced each other, they were like mobile steel fortresses, and it can be imagined how powerful they would be on the battlefield.

  If the commander of the barbarian troops escapes into the camp of heavy armored cavalry, it will be even more difficult to kill him.

  Tang Yin was greatly shocked and he shouted in a low voice: "Get out of my sight, all of you!" As he spoke, the sickle in his hand swung rapidly several times, sending out several sharp spiritual waves.

  He thought he could drive away the barbarian guards who had tied him up, but unexpectedly these guards actually acknowledged being cut and wounded by Ling Bo, and did not retreat a single step, still entwining him tightly.

  Just as the barbarian general was about to enter the heavy armored cavalry formation, Tang Yin let out a low hum, took a deep breath, and suddenly his body riding on the warhorse disappeared, turning into a faint black mist, as if evaporating in the air. He reappeared at the side rear of the barbarian general's warhorse.

  "Come down!"

  Tang Yin let out a loud shout, and his sickle-shaped knife flashed out. With two crisp sounds, the two hind legs of the warhorse under the middle-aged general were cut off at once. The warhorse lost its support and fell to the ground with a crash, and the middle-aged general on its back also fell off involuntarily, landing flat on his back.