"Hurry up and stop them, quickly!" Wang Chao gazed at the iron cavalry rolling down from the mountain slope, constantly urging his own cavalry to form a battle array to meet the enemy. However, the scattered soldiers on the ground severely hindered the progress of the horses, making it impossible to speed up the formation.

  "Wow..."

  The war horse was less than a hundred steps away from the bandits, Chen Qing rode on his horse and pulled down the face mask hanging on his helmet. The first three rows of 126 heavy cavalry gradually opened up the distance between them, keeping it at about two horses' length, with each row of cavalry maintaining a gap of about two to three steps between them. From afar, it looked like a wall of riders with spears advancing steadily, with an overwhelming sense of pressure rushing forward. At this moment, even breathing was a luxury. Behind, more than 200 riders were divided into two rows, also holding lances and preparing to start the slaughter.

  "Fifty paces!" Chen Qing roared, clamping his legs on the horse's belly, starting to accelerate slowly, and the three rows of cavalry in front and back gradually increased their speed.

  "Kill!" At this time, the cavalry of the bandits finally gathered and began to charge towards Chen Qing's troops with a loud shout, but due to the problem of distance and space, many horses were crowded together and their speed could not be quickly increased.

  The heavy sound of horseshoes shook the earth, and the cavalry of both sides drew closer. Within a dozen steps, the cavalry of the Jingwei Camp could clearly feel the violent frenzy emanating from the bandit cavalry. The bandit cavalry gazed at the icy face armor on the opposite side, unable to discern the expression behind it, but they too could sense the murderous aura closing in on them, making it hard for them to breathe...

  *sigh*

  "Wow..."

  Wang Chao's cavalry finally came into contact with Chen Qing's iron cavalry, and in an instant, the moment of verifying the outcome of the battle had finally arrived...

  "Hmph!" Chen Qing's three-meter-long spear directly pierced through the chest of a sharp soldier wielding a horse-cutting knife. With the momentum of the warhorse, the front end of the spear in his hand snapped off with a loud crack. The bandit looked at the half-length spear shaft on his chest with an incredulous expression, and fell off his horse, instantly engulfed by the rolling iron cavalry...

  Chen Qing struck with one blow, immediately releasing the broken gun handle from under his armpit, and pulling on a tough fine cloth in front of the saddle, exerting force to pull it out. A cold light flashed before his eyes, and one of the bandits was already flying out.

  "Take this!" Chen Qing bellowed, swinging the cloth strip and striking another bandit from behind. With a flurry of movement, another bandit who had dodged to the side suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down to see that his iron-studded leather armor had a neat gash in it, with blood gushing out from the opening...

  "Pffft"

  "Crack!"

  The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh and the sound of gunstocks shattering echoed across the battlefield. The three rows of 42 cavalrymen in a row, not one fell off their horses, and they all stabbed the sharp soldiers in front of them to the ground. Then, with cold light flashing before their eyes, hundreds of ring-headed knives harvested the lives of the remaining shoulder-to-shoulder bandits, expanding the spoils of war another step further.

  "Ding~"

  A cavalryman with superb riding skills leaned forward on his horse's back, flashing a spear thrust as he passed by a cavalryman from the Imperial Guard. He swung out the saber in his hand and struck him, but the fine iron armor forged from superior iron did not produce the crimson splash he had imagined at the moment of the saber's swing, only bringing out two scales that were cut off.

  He stared at his own saber in shock for a moment, only to feel a sharp light approaching before him. By the time he reacted, he felt a cavalryman flash by in front of him. The next instant, he suddenly felt a pain like his neck being slit. He dropped his saber in terror and fell off his horse, clutching at his bleeding neck with both hands. But soon, he saw a sturdy hoof print entering his field of vision, getting closer and closer to him. He clearly saw that the bottom of the hoof seemed to be embedded with strange iron blocks covered in dust...

  Chen Qing's cavalry continued to advance at a steady pace, leaving behind a trail of overturned horses and men. The few sharpshooters who had managed to dodge the first wave of gunfire were quickly trampled by the second and third rows of precision-drilled guardsmen on horseback, their bodies crushed into pulp by the rolling tide of cavalry from behind...

  "No, no, no!" Pei Xu saw Wang Chao being knocked off his horse by a single sword strike. He didn't die immediately, but instead miraculously landed on both feet, standing upright. Unfortunately, before he could even take a breath, he was trampled by the galloping warhorses and disappeared into the sea of horseshoes, leaving no trace behind. Pei Xu couldn't help but let out an angry roar at this sight.

  In an instant, the more than 300 bandit cavalrymen who were charging at the front could not see a single figure on horseback, while the horses of the bandit cavalrymen behind them had not accelerated at all. At this time, the loss of mobility made the cavalry much less powerful than a single infantryman, and their fate was predictable.

  "Run, run fast!" Seeing Wang Chao was already dead, a sharp soldier saw the surging cavalry coming, and suddenly felt fearful, turning his horse's head to escape, but unfortunately, there were too many horses crowded behind him, making it difficult to move.

  "Wow..."

  The sound of war horses' neighing grew closer, the heavy hoofbeats constantly echoing in the ears of these sharp soldiers, gradually shattering their last thread of blood courage!

  "Ah!" A sharp soldier saw the iron cavalry approaching, and he himself could not advance or retreat, so he turned over and got off his horse to run wildly backwards. The rest of the sharp soldiers also abandoned their horses and escaped, leaving their backs to the rolling iron cavalry behind them. At this moment, they were no different from those ordinary bandits.

  "Good job!" Liu Ce felt a deep sense of relief at the performance of his cavalry, seeing those bandit riders abandoning their horses and fleeing. His eyes flashed, "Long spear unit! Advance!"

  "Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!"

  Seven hundred men of Liu Ce and Guo Tao's two armies merged into a long spear formation, once again approaching the bandit Pei Xiu's troops. The cavalry that had lost their warhorses faced the iron-clad infantry of the Imperial Guard on both sides, which was equivalent to a one-sided massacre.

  "Hmmph!"

  A Jinwei camp cavalryman swept the ring-shaped knife in his hand across the shoulder armor of a sharp soldier who was escaping, and the bladeless knife edge broke through the armor leaves on his body with the help of the horse's momentum, cutting off his shoulder blade like peeling an orange, leaving it hanging on his body. The white bones and red pulp were exposed to the air, emitting a faint heat, and the sharp soldier stared at the tragic scene on his left shoulder blade, just about to wail, when another cavalryman rushed past behind him, and the round shield hung on the side of the horse slammed into his head, splitting it open. The next moment he flew out in a daze, heavily crashing onto the hard ground several meters away...

  "Ah! Don't! Don't! I surrender! Don't come over!" A sharp soldier saw the rolling wall behind him, scared to lose control of his bowels, sat on the ground with a loud plea for mercy. However, what responded to him was indeed a pair of horseshoes that trampled his chest, one after another, until the iron hoof pierced his body, and blood flowed all over the ground...

  "Haha! Keep charging! Don't stop!" Chen Qing's momentum was unprecedented, his ring-shaped knife dancing in the air, reaping the lives of all visible bandits. His 350 cavalrymen were like a pack of hungry tigers bursting into a flock of sheep, greedily devouring everything in sight!

  "Ah..." The sharp soldiers behind him couldn't stop trembling at the sight before them, it was too terrifying, this wasn't human, it was a devil from hell!

  Pei Xu watched as his sharp soldiers were relentlessly pursued, cut down, knocked over and trampled by the Iron Cavalry of the Jingwei Camp, a chill rising from the soles of his feet spreading rapidly throughout his body.

  "It's all over! Completely over!" When Pei Xu saw the last escaping sharp soldier disappear behind the cavalry wall, he knew that the 1,200 cavalrymen in front of him had been completely wiped out. His face turned pale and he muttered to himself.

  "Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!"

  On the other hand, Liu Ce led seven hundred long spear men to approach Pei Xiu's main array without stopping, continuously harvesting the lives of scattered and fleeing elite soldiers. Pei Xiu looked at the elite soldiers with fearful expressions on their faces, then gazed at the "righteous army" that was fleeing in all directions not far away, and finally looked at the slowly approaching cavalry and the long spear men who made people's hair stand on end. He knew that the situation was already lost and couldn't help but close his eyes, thinking to himself: "It seems that heaven's will is not with our Righteous Army after all. What have I, Pei Xiu, been fighting for all these years?"

  He suddenly drew out the treasured sword that had accompanied him for over a decade from his waist and slashed it fiercely at his own neck, a stream of blood gushing forth...

  "The leader has killed himself!" A sharp soldier beside him saw Pei Xu fall off his horse and shouted in surprise. The sharp soldiers in the formation were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, let out a collective howl, dropped their weapons and started running back...

  "Halt!" Liu Ce saw Pei Xiu slit his own throat and die, the sharp troops began to flee in disarray. He ordered a stop to the pursuit, formed up his men and marched on, determined not to let the fleeing bandits escape quickly, leaving the rest for Chen Qing and the others...

  "Haha... Press on! Press on! Drive them to the heavy cavalry!" Chen Qing commanded his own cavalry to advance slowly and steadily, watching the fleeing rebel army in front of him with a smile behind his face mask.

  "No, no! Don't come over!" A sharp soldier heard the chilling sound of horseshoes in his ear, knowing that disaster was about to strike, and he ran while shouting. Suddenly, a ring-shaped knife fell on his head, cutting his brain into two halves, and the ground was filled with nauseating filth, marking the beginning of the massacre by the Imperial Guard...

  "Damn it!" Xue Peng witnessed all of this in the dense forest, heavily pounding his fist on a tree trunk, which couldn't withstand Xue Peng's strength... You are currently reading "Yi Jie Feng Huo Lu" Chapter 59: The Cold Arms Era's Ruler. To read the complete version, please search for it on Baidu: () and then search again for "Yi Jie Feng Huo Lu".