Chapter 599
"The enemy is disguised as dead people, don't be afraid, brothers, kill them..." Zhong Shun wanted to stabilize his soldiers and shouted loudly, but his shouting also attracted the attention of one person, Tang Yin.
The black shadow standing on the pile of corpses, holding a long sickle and with green eyes was not someone else, but Tang Yin. He had night eyes and saw the night as day. When the Ning army just entered the valley, Tang Yin saw the other party. He changed his mind and ordered his soldiers to mix in the corpses and pretend to be dead people to confuse the Ning army, and then suddenly rushed out to catch the Ning army off guard.
The ground in the canyon was full of corpses and corpse water. The Feng army rolled on the ground casually and could be stained with black corpse water. In addition, they were already covered in blood and mixed in the corpses motionlessly, which was really no different from dead people. In addition, there were indeed real corpses in the Feng army. Zhong Shun believed that the dead could not stand up again, let alone fight again. However, he did not know that there was a very secret, strange and cruel skill in the dark spiritual martial arts, the Death Contract. This skill can make the dead become slaves of darkness, and become a walking corpse without soul and thoughts, and can only move according to the will of the caster.
The Death Contract is a very ancient and inhumane skill in the dark spiritual martial arts. Even many dark spiritual practitioners have never heard of this skill, let alone learned it. Tang Yin knows this skill, but he has only used it once. This is his second time to use it.
He stood on the pile of corpses, with a sharp gaze, and saw Zhong Shun, who was wearing spiritual armor, holding a spiritual spear, and shouting desperately in the crowd of Ning army. To capture the thief first, Tang Yin did not think about it, and directly flashed to the side of Zhong Shun with the shadow drift, and swung the sickle in his hand horizontally, slashing Zhong Shun's waist.
Zhong Shun's spiritual martial arts are not weak. He heard that the evil wind from the side was not good, and subconsciously stood up the spiritual spear in his hand to parry. Clang clang clang! The edge of the sickle was slashing on the spear of the spirit spear, and with a crisp sound, sparks flew up. Under the impact of Tang Yin's knife, Zhong Shun couldn't help but take two steps back, and at the same time, with a bang, his body hit the cliff heavily.
He felt his hands were numb and painful, especially the base of his thumb, which was like a needle prick, and his hands holding the spear couldn't help but tremble. He was horrified and screamed, "Who is it?"
"Tang Yin!"
Tang Yin walked out of the darkness slowly, dragging the sickle on the ground, rubbing the ground, making a rustling sound, and the green light flashing in his eyes became more intense, as if he were two green light bulbs, in the dark canyon, people couldn't help but feel a burst of hair after seeing it.
Tang Yin? Hearing this name, Zhong Shun's heart shrank. The new monarch of Feng State, the biggest threat to Ning State, Tang Yin, who the general tried every means to kill, is now standing in front of him? ! At this moment, Zhong Shun couldn't tell whether he was nervous, afraid, awed, or excited. His body was shaking violently. Suddenly, he roared, raised his gun and stabbed. At the same time, he used his spiritual martial arts skill, the Soul-Chasing Stab.
This was where Zhong Shun's inexperience against dark spiritualists was. When Changsun Yuanhong fought against Tang Yin, he was unwilling to use spiritual martial arts skills even though he had such a deep cultivation, because the shadow drift of dark spiritualists was too tricky. Using skills against them would not only waste his spiritual energy, but also easily lead to the opponent's counterattack.
Zhong Shun made such a mistake now. Just after he released his Soul-Chasing Stab, Tang Yin in front of him disappeared. Before he finished using his Soul-Chasing Stab, Tang Yin appeared behind him without warning, raised his leg and kicked Zhong Shun in the back.
The weight of this kick was not light. Zhong Shun screamed and shot forward. Plop! He flew more than five meters away before falling to the ground and rushed into the mess of corpses. He lay on the ground, feeling a tearing pain in his lower back. He touched his back and found that not only was the spiritual armor on his lower back broken, but even the steel armor inside had a big dent.
He turned around, sat on the ground, took a few breaths, and swallowed the blood that rushed to his throat. Zhong Shun wanted to get up and fight again, but Tang Yin stepped forward, thrust his sickle forward, pressed against Zhong Shun's neck, sneered and said in a low voice: "If you order the whole army to surrender, I can spare your life. Otherwise, this will be your burial place!"
Zhong Shun was startled at first, then his shoulders trembled, and he laughed wildly, gritting his teeth and said: "Tang Yin, Ningguo only has soldiers who died on the battlefield, not rats who are greedy for life and afraid of death! If you want us to give up resistance, it's simple, as long as you can kill us all!" As he spoke, he swung the spiritual spear in his hand, opened the sickle against his neck, then jumped up from the ground, and stabbed Tang Yin several times.
"Hmph!" Tang Yin sneered and said, "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish!" As he spoke, he swung his body left and right like a willow in the wind, easily dodging the spiritual spear that Zhong Shun stabbed at him. When the opponent's front force was exhausted and his back force was not enough, he suddenly swung his sickle, and the dark fire attached to the blade. Then, he rushed to Zhong Shun in one step and swung his knife to make three consecutive cuts.
Tang Yin's knife was fast and fierce, with almost no interval. Zhong Shun barely took these three knives with all his strength, but he was also shocked and retreated three steps. Before he could catch his breath, Tang Yin in front of him disappeared again. Just when his heart was tightening, a strong wind came from behind.
Zhong Shun didn't have time to think about it, and he fell to the ground. He heard a brushing sound, and the sickle almost swept across his head. Zhong Shun broke out in a cold sweat and thought to himself, Tang Yin is so powerful, no wonder the general hurt his hand! If in normal times, Zhong Shun would have retreated if he was beaten so badly by Tang Yin, but now he couldn't retreat and could only hold on bravely.
On the field, Zhong Shun had been beaten by Tang Yin's fast attack and could only parry the attack. He had no ability to fight back. He was in danger and was extremely passive. The Ning soldiers below were even worse. People still don't know the enemies they have encountered. Is it a human or a ghost? If it is a human, why are there so many corpses that have rotted and exposed their bones, dragging their intestines flowing out of the body and still fighting with knives? The people were frightened, had no fighting spirit at all, and their combat effectiveness was also sharply reduced. The five thousand Ning army did not dare to fight or retreat. From time to time, someone was hit by a knife and fell to the ground screaming.
The battle in the canyon was in full swing. The shouts of killing could be heard far away in the silent night. The Feng Army camps on the north and south sides heard the shouts of killing. As expected, the Pingyuan Army and Sanshui Army in the south heard the shouts of killing. Together with the Tianying Army and the Directly Affiliated Army in the north, they all dispatched again and approached the Ning Army camp from the north and south.
This had long been expected by Changsun Yuanhong. When the Pingyuan Army and the Sanshui Army were only fifty steps away from the Ning Army's camp, suddenly, the south gate of the Ning Army was opened, and countless carriages rumbled out from inside.
Each of these carriages was pulled by two horses. There were two dead soldiers of the Ning Army standing on the carriages, holding halberds three meters away in their hands. Several steel knives were fixed on both sides of the carriage. The blade faced forward, gleaming with cold light. Without exception, the horses pulling the cart all had their tails caught on fire, burning from back to front. With his body on fire, the war horse was frightened and ran forward without hesitation, rushing into the crowd of Feng Jun.
The momentum of the frantic war horse was too great. The soldiers who were hit by it were all ejected, and their bones and tendons were broken. They entered the camp of the Feng Army. The dead soldiers of the Ning Army on the carriage did not care about either side and kept holding their halberds. Striking forward, as the carriage passed by, the steel knives fixed on both sides easily cut through a large group of people.
The power of a carriage is so powerful, and there are thousands of carriages running out of Ningying. Looking from a distance, the fire-covered horses form a long fire dragon, rushing into the crowd of Feng Jun, as if entering In the uninhabited land, the frightened horses ran rampant, and the steel knife on the carriage became a meat grinder. Countless soldiers were cut into two alive by the steel knife before they even had the consciousness to dodge.
The Feng army was caught off guard by the sudden formation of fire chariots. They had never seen such tactics before.
War horses are such a precious resource that no matter which country's army treasures them, how can they burn them alive? In fact, the Ning army did not have so many war horses. Most of them were left by the Vietnamese army. When they attacked the canyon, the Vietnamese army also put in a lot of effort and lost many soldiers. When the Vietnamese army withdrew, there were no He took away the horses of those soldiers who died in the battle and left them with Changsun Yuanhong, hoping to help him. In the end, these war horses were really used by Changsun Yuanhong, but their final fate was to be burned alive.
The horses that were on fire were out of control at all. The Ning soldiers on the carriage would inevitably end up with their vehicles destroyed and people killed. But now that the Ning soldiers were about to break out, Changsun Yuanhong couldn't care about that much. He could only sacrifice a small number of people and still guarantee the victory. Our main force got out of trouble successfully.
When the burning carriage rushed into the Feng Army's camp, the main force of the Ning Army, led by Changsun Yuanhong, also rushed out of the camp. Taking advantage of the bloody road created by the carriage, the Ning Army took advantage of the situation to break through to the south.
At this time, the Feng Army camp was in chaos, with people shouting, horses neighing, and screams. If Changsun Yuanhong was in his prime, he would definitely take this opportunity to kill the Feng Army without leaving any trace behind, but now he can't even ride a horse. If you grit your teeth and hold on, how can you still fight?
Although it was rare to create a fighter opportunity by sacrificing more than 10,000 horses, he could only send an order that the entire army should not be reluctant to fight, break through the encirclement quickly, and retreat towards Qingyuan City.
Now the Ning army all went into battle lightly. Not only did they not bring any extra things, they even took off their helmets and armor. Everyone wore only hemp uniforms, swung their legs, and walked through the wind army like a tide. camp and fled straight to the south.
After Xiao Muqinghe and Liang Qi finally stabilized the morale of the army and regrouped, when they looked at Ning's army, they had already escaped without a trace.
oops! Liang Qi stamped his feet anxiously and said to Xiao Muqing beside him: "I've been fooled! You and I have been fooled! It seems that the letter we intercepted from Changsun Yuanhong is true. The Yue army has indeed returned to the country of Yue, and Changsun Yuanhong is indeed Seriously injured, oops! You and I missed the opportunity!"