Sun San and nine sharp soldiers rode slowly out of the camp on fast horses. Due to the control of the two major horse-producing areas in the east and west by the Hu barbarians, the number of horses in the Great Zhou was extremely scarce, especially military horses were severely lacking. A warhorse on the streets of Shendu even sold for 3,000 taels of white silver. Sun San, who knew how to ride, also got a fast horse after becoming a sharp soldier and cherished it every day, not daring to ride it. But today, in order to make achievements, he decided to ride his horse into the battlefield, no longer caring about anything else.

  "Cavalry?" Liu Ce saw ten swift horses rushing out of the bandit camp, his expression changed, "Theyve finally made their move."

  Liu Ce and others have been waiting for this moment for a long time. The Flowing Bandits sharp troops are the elite among the bandit camps elite, and it is said that their combat strength can rival that of the Thunderbolt Armys direct units. Today, they will finally get to see what theyre capable of. Afterwards, he seemed to have thought of something, glanced at Yang Kai and Yang Huaishan, shook his head, and secretly thought: Its nothing special after all.

  "Charge!" Sun San rode his horse with great excitement, military merit was within sight, and he was about to rise to fame! Thinking of this, he sped up his horse, leaving behind the less than 40 elite soldiers, charging towards the slope of the refugees formation.

  "Live ash!" Liu Ce gave the order, and more than 80 refugees and old soldiers in the front two rows immediately knelt down on one knee, lowered their heads, covered their heads with shields, hung their bamboo spears at the gap, and finally, more than 40 people covered their faces with a piece of cloth. They untied the small cloth bags from their waists, held them above their heads, and quickly spun around, raising a flurry of grayish-white powder.

  "Throw!" Liu Zhi gave a loud order, and forty bundles of cloth flew off their bodies and were thrown towards the approaching cavalry...

  Sun San saw a bundle of cloth flying in front of him, and without thinking, he took the long knife in his hand and chopped it down. Suddenly, a white mist enveloped his eyes.

  "Ah! My eyes!" Sun San shouted, hastily pulling the reins. The horse stopped instantly and he fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and instantly lost his breath.

  Another bandit was struck in the face by a bundle of cloth, sending up a cloud of white dust, and yelling as he fell off his horse...

  There were still some sharp soldiers who hadnt been hit by the cloth bundle, but they had hit the horses eyes. The fast horse suddenly ran wildly in all directions, and one of them rushed onto the body of a cavalryman who was about to charge forward, instantly knocking over the man and the horse, and heavily throwing them out, just hitting a huge stone, instantly losing their breath.

  "Drop!" The second row of refugees dropped small cloth bags again under Liu Ces command, and the cavalry in front, still charging, fell down three more. The ground was filled with white powder, and a yellowish-white powder rose in waves, irritating the noses of the horses and men behind, causing them to cough uncontrollably, leading to chaos. The uncontrolled fast horse ran wildly in all directions, and one even charged recklessly into the sharp blade squad following behind, knocking two people flying...

  "Listen to the military order! Advance forward, close to the sharp soldiers!" Liu Ce would not let go of this opportunity in front of him. The greatest threat, the cavalry, had already collapsed under the two attacks by Sheng Gui, and now he took advantage of the chaos among the enemys sharp soldiers to start pressing step by step.

  Those bandits are indeed elite, seeing the cavalry in front of them lose and instead of retreating, they became even more frenzied and charged over.

  "Prepare ash!" Liu Ce stopped the troops from advancing and had the refugees prepare their bundles to throw at the onrushing bandit vanguard.

  "Lost!" With only about ten steps away, the forty cloth bags were thrown forward in unison. Many of the bandit soldiers who didnt understand the situation instinctively raised their weapons to try and deflect the bags, but none succeeded, dropping their arms and covering their faces as they let out loud wails, the formation of the soldiers becoming even more disheveled.

  "Now!" As the timing was ripe, the first row of refugees held up their shields and thrust bamboo spears into the bodies of those bandits. Those battle-hardened bandit elites ended their sinful lives in darkness and great pain.

  A sharp soldier, unaffected by the ash, used the corpse of a bandit who had been pierced through the body to chop at a bamboo spear that had not yet been pulled out. However, the knife was stuck in the bamboo spear and did not cut it off. Just as he was about to pull out the blade, another bamboo spear pierced his throat, and he died with a shocked expression on his face.

  "Kill you all!" A sharp soldier who had been hit by the living ash, closed his eyes and swung his knife wildly, chopping at the refugees shields, but couldnt cause any harm. Suddenly, a feathered arrow pierced through the gap in his armor and lodged in his chest, followed by several bamboo spears being thrust brutally into his body...

  "Hah!" Fēng Yóu shouted loudly, swinging his axe and beheading a sharp soldier who was also unaffected by the ash, with one powerful blow, the entire head flew out.

  "Dont kill me, I surrender!" A sharp soldier saw his companions fall one by one and finally got scared, waving his knife to beg for mercy, but was soon pierced by bamboo spears from all sides...

  The sharp soldiers in front of the refugee array were dwindling one by one, and the remaining dozen or so sharp soldiers were either injured by the living ash or frightened to death, only knowing how to chop and hack meaningless knives and axes on their shields to seek survival.

  "Surround them!" Liu Ce shouted loudly, stabbing a soldier with a face full of gunpowder to death with his spear. Not one of these bandits is allowed to live.

  As Lius order was given, these sharp soldiers were gradually surrounded by a large circle, and as the encirclement shrank step by step, a burst of sword and spear piercing flesh and mournful cries rose up, blood splashing incessantly among the crowd. When the encirclement opened up, those more than ten bandit elites had already fallen to the ground in a bloody mess...

  "...this...they...I..." In the camp, witnessing the demise of fifty elite soldiers and the remaining brave warriors such as Hu Kui and Qian Bing, all were frightened to the point of being speechless. A deathly atmosphere permeated the entire camp.

  "Its too terrifying, theyre not human, theyre demons, demons from hell!" Qian Bing sat on the ground with a thud, scared out of his wits, and the surrounding bandits were also trembling all over, some even urinated in their pants without realizing it.

  "Its all over! Its all over!" Looking at the refugees approaching gradually, Hu Kui couldnt help but tremble all over.

  "General! Hurry up and close the camp gate! If were late, itll be too late!" A sharp soldier who was barely keeping himself awake beside him said to Hu Kui.

  "Whats going to happen now? Its all over!" Hu Kui didnt seem to hear, still muttering to himself with a somewhat dazed expression.

  "General! Alas!" The sharp soldier saw Hu Kuis appearance and stopped talking, gathered four bandits, mounted the remaining few fast horses in the camp, and killed them. "Id rather die than stay here!"

  Several swift horses flew out of the camp, Liu Ce felt emotional, really not knowing life or death. He let everyone stop and maintain their formation, then mounted the swift horse that had come to summon him, and rushed forward. Yang Youhuai, Yang Kaisan, and Feng Xueyan also ran up to follow behind Liu Ces horse.

  "Go die!" The sharp soldier saw Liu Ze coming, raised his gun to meet him, and at the moment when the two horses intersected, he stabbed out with the long spear in his hand.

  Liu Ces spear was a fraction of a second faster, his body lowered slightly, and with one swift motion he stabbed the sharp soldier under the armpit, instantly toppling him off the horseback, shattering the back of his skull...

  Yang Kai-shan faced the speeding horse, switched the Ghost Head Knife to a reverse grip, calmly responded, and swung out when the horse was about to collide with him. The heavy knife, aided by the horses speed, smashed the horses leg, sending the sharp soldier flying onto the refugee array. Before the refugees could stab out with their bamboo spears, Feng Ying on the side struck the final blow, killing him, which greatly displeased Yang Fan who was just about to advance...

  Yang Youhuai held a long knife in both hands and jumped up, cutting off the head of the cavalryman who came forward with his gun. The headless cavalryman rode on horseback for several steps before crashing into the front row of refugees, spewing out a column of blood, falling to the ground. The horse was quickly subdued by four or five men and dragged to the back to be handed over to Guo Tao and others...

  Feng Qiu Nian faced the galloping horse, unexpectedly dropped his long axe, clasped his fists together, twisted his neck and let out a clear cracking sound. As the horse approached, he ran towards it head-on. Just as everyone behind him thought he was going to be knocked flying, Feng Qiu Nian swung his massive fist and struck the horses neck, causing it to let out a miserable whinny and fall to the ground. The sharp soldier who had been flipped over was about to get up when Feng Qiu Nian stepped forward and subdued him. He pinned the soldiers back with his knee, grasped his head with both hands, and twisted it around in circles like twisting hemp. A cracking sound of breaking bones filled the air, followed by a gush of blood from the soldiers neck as his entire head was ripped off alive.

  Not to mention the refugees who had just experienced their first battle, even veterans like Sun Cheng Yang Fan, Chen Qing, Guo Tao, and Feng Ying felt a chill run down their spines at Feng Qiu Nians killing method. "He really is a madman! It seems he wasnt joking when he said he could twist peoples heads off. Lets keep our distance from him." As they watched Feng Qiu Nian holding up the head and shouting, everyone, including the refugees, reached a rare consensus in their hearts.

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