Empire

Lin Yu, the general of the Light Cavalry Battalion, held a sharp sword in his hand, slashing horizontally and vertically, and killed three Black Cavalry cavalrymen in a row.

Seeing Lin Yu's bravery, a burly Black Cavalry officer spurred his horse to kill him.

The lance with a cold light pierced Lin Yu's chest with a whistling sound, trying to knock Lin Yu away.

Lin Yu's face was as gloomy as water, and he advanced instead of retreating. His sharp eyes were full of bloodthirsty murderous intent.

The Black Cavalry officer sneered at the corner of his mouth. An inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. The lance has an innate advantage over the sword.

The Black Cavalry officer seemed to have seen the scene where his lance stabbed a bloody hole in the chest of the Qinghe Army general.

But the lance, which was stabbed out with a whistling sound, missed, and Lin Yu dodged it flexibly.

"Humph!"

This Black Cavalry officer was quite capable. Seeing that he had missed the target, he swept his lance across, trying to knock Lin Yu off his horse.

""Clang!"

The sword and the lance collided fiercely, splashing a series of sparks.

The recoil force from the lance made the Black Cavalry officer's arm numb. He realized that he had encountered a tough guy, and his face suddenly sank.

The fight between the two sides happened in a flash, and the Black Cavalry officer did not expect that Lin Yu would easily resolve his two consecutive attacks.

The fight on the battlefield is a life-and-death struggle, and any mistake will cost a person's life.

The Black Cavalry officer's two attacks missed, and his lance's advantage turned into a disadvantage as the distance between the two sides approached.

The war horses staggered quickly, and Lin Yu slashed with the sword in his hand. The Black Cavalry officer felt his neck His body suddenly turned cold, and then he flew high up.

He saw his headless body, which was spurting blood, rushing forward by inertia driven by the warhorse. He saw the cavalry of both sides fighting in the chaos around him, and soon his consciousness fell into darkness.

Lin Yu didn't even have time to see his own results, and he was fighting with another cavalryman from the Black Cavalry who rushed out from the side.

The Black Cavalry was well-trained and powerful. Lin Yu was at least a powerful battalion commander, but he felt like a small boat in the vast ocean, surrounded by dangers.

The battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, the dull sound of sharp blades piercing flesh, the sound of metal clashing, and the neighing of war horses, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The two sides on the battlefield were fighting tirelessly, and people were constantly cut off their horses and turned into broken corpses.

Many corpses had been turned into a pile of rotten meat under the trampling of the war horses, which was a horrible sight. But the living people didn't care whether the war horses trampled on the bodies of their comrades, they were still fighting bloody.

There was a wounded soldier who fell off his horse and screamed in pain, and the next moment his chest was crushed by the iron hoof of the war horse.

The elite Black Cavalry has excellent horse-controlling skills, and their blades are sharp. Every knife goes straight to the vital points, which can be said to be fatal.

Although the cavalry of the Qinghe Army is not as skilled as others, they also have their own dignity and pride. With a heart that does not want to be killed, they are full of pride. The blood-thirsty and brave charge made the Black Cavalry somewhat uncomfortable.

At the beginning, the Qinghe Army used the hundred-man team as a combat unit, constantly interspersed and divided the Black Cavalry's formation, and surrounded and killed many Black Cavalry.

But the Black Cavalry was not a pushover. They soon transformed into countless small units and started a head-on fight with the Qinghe Army.

Whether it was the attack of large units or the close combat of small units, the Qinghe Army was far inferior to the Black Cavalry.

Facing the cunning and ruthless Black Cavalry, the Qinghe Army cavalry still seemed very immature.

Their fight was like a fight between a toddler and a strong adult. As time went on, the casualties of the Qinghe Army cavalry became more and more serious.

""Puff!"

A Qinghe cavalryman had just chopped his opponent off his horse, and the next moment he was pierced by several lances, with blood holes all over his body, and then fell down unwillingly.

The Qinghe Army was originally not as strong as the Black Cavalry. As the casualties increased, the number of soldiers who could fight became fewer and fewer, and the disadvantage became greater and greater. The situation was precarious.

"Sir, the brothers can't hold on any longer!"

The bloody Qinghe cavalry hurriedly approached Lin Yu and shouted loudly.

Lin Yu wiped the blood off his face and looked around. The Qinghe cavalry was like a small boat in the sea, which could be submerged by the Black Cavalry at any time.

"Sir, retreat! If we continue to fight, our brothers will be wiped out!"

A cavalry officer saw his cavalry brothers being cut off from their horses, and his eyes turned red.

"Without the general's order, you can't retreat even if you fight to the death!"

While roaring, Lin Yu raised his sword again and rushed towards the nearest enemy.

More than a dozen Black Cavalry cavalrymen saw that Lin Yu, who was soaked in blood, dared to charge at more than ten of them alone. While they were surprised, their eyes were full of fierceness.

"Kill!"

After several Qinghe cavalrymen looked at each other, they slapped their horses and followed Lin Yu to rush up, and soon they were entangled with more than a dozen black cavalrymen.

In the clanging collision of weapons, people on both sides kept screaming and falling off their horses, and the fighting had entered a white-hot stage.

Although these Qinghe cavalrymen were not as skilled as others, they were fearless and fought with a completely desperate style.

There were wounded soldiers of the Qinghe Army with blood holes all over their bodies, and they had to cut off the legs of the black cavalrymen's horses with only their last breath.

Facing these Qinghe cavalrymen who were killing red-eyed, although the elite black cavalrymen were numerous and fierce in combat, they were full of fear in their hearts.

The Qinghe Army was not afraid of death and life, but they cherished their lives. They fought to make achievements, not to die, so they seemed a little restrained when fighting.

The fourth prince looked at the five thousand elite black cavalrymen and the elite light cavalrymen who did not break through the resistance of the other cavalry. His face was as gloomy as water, and the strength of the other side was beyond his imagination.

"Your Highness, it's getting dark, why don't you let the men withdraw and fight again tomorrow."

Seeing that the Black Cavalry could not break through the enemy's blockade before dark, and suffered heavy casualties, a general could not help but speak.

The fourth prince glanced at the dark dusk, although he was a little unwilling, he finally nodded.

""Withdraw."

As the horn of retreat sounded, the Black Cavalry, who had already frightened the Qinghe Army, did not want to fight and rode back one after another.

The Fourth Prince underestimated the enemy after all. In his opinion, as long as he could recuperate for a night, he would be able to wipe out Chen Ziang's troops in one fell swoop tomorrow.

After all, in the open plains, they still had enough confidence to eat up Chen Ziang and his men.

He wanted to attack Chen Ziang and his men under the eyes of the Qinghe Army in Qingyang Prefecture. He did not believe that the Qinghe Army in the city would watch Chen Ziang's troops being eaten and not come out to rescue.

It was based on this idea that the Fourth Prince did not take advantage of Chen Ziang and his men's unstable foothold to launch a full-scale attack, but only launched a tentative attack.

The Fourth Prince would not have thought that it was precisely because of his repeated mistakes in decision-making that the situation on the battlefield eventually developed in an uncontrollable direction.