Final Volume Chapter 45

Final Volume Chapter 45

"Hoo—" Tang Yin pushed against the bison and roared suddenly. He raised one foot and stamped his foot hard. There was a bang. His whole foot almost stepped into the ground, and he was hit by the bison and slid backwards. The body finally stopped and read the full text.

He stopped a buffalo that was running wildly, which made the surrounding Feng Army soldiers dumbfounded. Qingyu who was sitting on the ground was even more stunned, dumbfounded, and his mouth opened so wide. , but couldn’t say a word.

Tang Yin did not let go of the bison's horns. He shouted again, took off the bison's horns and twisted it to the ground.

With a thud, the bison's huge body was thrown sideways in the air and fell heavily to the ground. Its limbs were swaying and struggling to get up from the ground. Tang Yin turned his palm into a knife, aimed it at the bison's head and stabbed it hard. Go down.

Phew! Although the spiritual armor in his hand was not a knife, it was sharper than a knife. With this strike of the hand, his entire palm was pierced into the head of the bison, and the bison was killed on the spot.

Tang Yin didn't waste a moment. He took out his palm from the bison's head, clasped the bison's neck with one hand, and grabbed one of the bison's hind legs with the other. He shouted again, lifted the thousand-jin body of the bison above his head, and then looked at it. He aimed at the bison behind him and smashed them hard.

thump! The carcass smashed into the herd of bison, causing several running bison to roll to the ground and roll into a ball. Taking this opportunity, Tang Yin finally took a breath, turned around and said to Qing Yu, who was sitting on the ground blankly: "Qing Yu, we can't fight this battle, retreat quickly..."

Before he could finish speaking, a bison ran towards him again. Tang Yin narrowed his eyes slightly and hooked a long spear on the ground with his toes. He held the spear with one hand and leaned forward. When he pounced, the bison hit the tip of the spear.

The bison's head was pierced on the spot, and Tang Yin was also affected by its momentum and staggered back several steps involuntarily.

Before he could stabilize his body, another bison bumped into him. At this time, Tang Yin had no weapons in his hands, and there were too many bison. He could defeat one or two, but he could not defeat them all.

He shook his head secretly. As his thoughts turned, the spiritual armor behind him made a "clatter" sound. At the same time, two huge black wings sprouted from his back. Tang Yin quickly rushed to Qingyu and grabbed him with one hand. With the wings fluttering, Tang Yin lifted Qingyu into the air, just in time to let the buffalo herd pass.

Looking at the herd of bison swarming by his feet, Qingyu was frightened and couldn't help but shudder. He turned back to Tang Yin and said in a trembling voice: "If the king hadn't come to rescue me, I would have died this time due to the kick of the cattle. Got off..."

Tang Yin didn't speak. He flew in the air and saw the forms on the battlefield more clearly.

Now, how could the soldiers of Feiyu Army be described as miserable? The battlefield was devastated and in chaos. There were corpses of the Feng Army everywhere, and discarded armor and weapons everywhere. The Feiyu Army was completely defeated.

Tang Yin felt sad. How many soldiers would he lose in this battle? If we lose in an upright manner, then that's it, but our side was not defeated at the hands of the Sichuan army at all, but lost to the hooves of the bison.

He took Qingyu and flew to a place where the bison rushed past. After falling from the air, he slowly let go of Qingyu. Looking at the defeated generals of his own army around him, he couldn't help but murmured: "Who on earth set such a vicious trap here..."

How much manpower and energy would it take to drive so many bison into the mountains and keep them in captivity just to release them down the mountain when our own side attacks the city?

He shook his head secretly, Sichuan Kingdom was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, full of talents, but he still underestimated Sichuan Kingdom's strength.

Thinking of this, he looked up to the sky and sighed, and said: "Qingyu, give the order... to withdraw the troops!"

After hearing what he said, Qingyu smiled bitterly. There are no troops left to retreat now. The army of nearly 100,000 people may only have 18,000 people left. He has fought countless times on the battlefield, but never like today. This is such a miserable defeat.

After the buffalo herd passed, only corpses and wounded soldiers were left in the Feiyu Army camp. Looking around, there were piles of corpses on the battlefield, and it was hard to tell the number. The injured soldiers were squirming on the ground, groaning, The screams of pain came and went.

However, even if the Feng Army wants to withdraw its troops now, the Sichuan Army at Xuangu Pass is still unwilling!

After the buffalo herd rushed through the Feng Army camp, the city gate of Xuangu Pass suddenly opened. Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of cavalry rushed out of the city pass, shouting and screaming, and went straight to the defeated remnants of the Feiyu Army.

Tang Yin, who was about to retreat with the army, saw it clearly, and he rushed to his head with anger. The Sichuan army had managed to win through conspiracy and trickery, and now it dared to pursue them out of the city. It was really too much of a lie.

Tang Yin's tiger eyes flashed with a terrifying light, and he shouted to Ah San beside him: "Ah San, give me the Sword Emperor!"

Ah San hurriedly took down the Sword Emperor from his horse, and then carefully handed it into Tang Yin's hands.

The latter took it, shook his arm, and threw off the Sword Emperor's scabbard. Then, he pulled a war horse from the guard, jumped on it, turned around and said to everyone: "You wait for the army to retreat, I will come to the rear to stop it." enemy!"

"Your Majesty, the enemy has many soldiers and horses, how can you be the rear guard?!" Qingyu walked forward quickly and said urgently.

"Don't be wordy, we don't have time. Qingyu, please lead all the brothers in the army to retreat! Hurry!" Tang Yin glared at him fiercely, then, with his feet in the stirrups, he charged back towards the Sichuan cavalrymen who were coming out of seclusion.

After Tang Yin got the Sword Emperor, he often fiddled with it. He was familiar with the characteristics of the Sword Emperor and could use it with ease. At this time, he held the reins in one hand and the Sword Emperor in the other, heading towards the Sichuan cavalry.

The distance between the two sides was still quite far, but Tang Yin had already swung the Sword Emperor in his hand.

The Sword Emperor drew an arc in the air, and at the same time, several beams of light shot out. Before the Sichuan cavalry on the opposite side could see what was going on, several of them screamed and fell off their horses.

The two sides finally came into contact with each other, and Tang Yin raised his sword and cut the first Sichuan cavalryman who rushed to him in half, including the man and the horse.

Then, he waved his arms, and the edge of the Sword Emperor drew beams of light in the air. The surrounding Sichuan cavalrymen were dead if they stuck to it, and they were dead if they touched it. The soldiers who were hit and fell off their horses were like dumplings, constantly rolling off their horses.

The sharpness of the Sword Emperor was now showing its power. The steel helmets and armors on the Sichuan cavalry were like pieces of paper in front of the Sword Emperor, and were easily torn apart. Even the fine steel weapons in their hands could not withstand the sharpness of the Sword Emperor. Under Tang Yin's sword moves, the Sichuan cavalry were often cut off with their weapons.

Some of the Sichuan cavalry had also experienced the Battle of Shenchi. Someone shouted, "Sword Emperor! That's the Sword Emperor! It's the weapon used by the Holy King of Shenchi before--"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of lightning shot into his mouth, and the Sichuan cavalryman's shouting stopped abruptly. He shook on the horse a few times and fell headfirst. Looking at him again, there was a strange sword like an iron bar stuck in his mouth, and its sharpness protruded from behind his head.

The people around were horrified, and some of them wanted to get off the horse to pull out the strange sword, but the strange sword was like a life, shaking twice on the corpse, and then, it flew back like lightning.

The lightning flew back to the Sword Emperor in Tang Yin's hand, making a light snapping sound, and merged with the Sword Emperor. Looking carefully, there was no crack on the sword, as if the Sword Emperor's blade had never been split.

Tang Yin, who held the Sword Emperor, was undoubtedly more powerful than a tiger. Although there were many Sichuan troops besieging him, no one could hurt him. On the contrary, more than hundreds of Sichuan soldiers died under the Sword Emperor.

It can be said that at this time Tang Yin completely blocked the tens of thousands of Sichuan cavalry with his own strength.

Seeing Tang Yin's ferocity, the Sichuan soldiers were also afraid and dared not rush forward blindly. They turned their horses' heads one by one and wanted to bypass Tang Yin from both sides.

After all, Tang Yin was just one person, and it was impossible for him to stop so many Sichuan cavalry. Just as he was charging left and right in the Sichuan army camp and trying to buy time for his retreat, Ah San and Ah Si rushed over with a large group of guards.

Both sides were cavalry, and there was no extra nonsense after meeting, and they immediately fought together. Although the guards were few in number, they were all elite, and most of them were spiritual practitioners. As soon as the two sides met, dozens of Sichuan cavalrymen were knocked off their horses.

Tang Yin alone was enough to give the Sichuan cavalrymen a hard time. Now that Ah San and Ah Si brought so many guards, the morale of the Sichuan cavalrymen was quickly suppressed. Just at this time, the sound of gongs rang out on the top of the city, and the Sichuan cavalrymen turned back and quickly retreated to Xuangu Pass.

Looking at the retreating backs of the Sichuan cavalrymen, Tang Yin sighed, then looked at Ah San and Ah Si, and asked, "Why did you get here?"

"General Qingyu sent us to meet the king!" Ah San said.

"What a waste of effort, what can a few Sichuan soldiers do to me?!" Tang Yin shook off the blood of the Sword Emperor nonchalantly, and then handed it to Ah San.

He looked at the battlefield around him, then looked back at Xuangu Pass, his eyes were deep, and he gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Today's revenge will be avenged tomorrow!"

Although the Feiyu Army suffered a great loss this time, it was almost annihilated, but Tang Yin still had hope. After all, there were three corps of Pingyuan Army, Sanshui Army and Direct Army behind him. After he joined these three corps, he would come back and take Xuangu Pass in one go and avenge today's arrow.

He led Asan, Asi and others to catch up with the remnants of the Feiyu Army and retreated with the army. This retreat was thirty miles.

When they were thirty miles away, Tang Yin ordered the whole army to rest in place and then counted the number of people. Now the Feiyu Army is too miserable. There are only about 20,000 people left in the whole army, and more than half of them are wounded. I am afraid that there are less than 10,000 people who are really capable of fighting.

With an army of nearly 100,000 people fighting to this point, people's mood can be imagined. At this time, the whole army was dead silent. No one was talking. The soldiers sat on the ground, with the strength left only to breathe heavily.