Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

Chapter 335: The Lonely Heavenly Yuan Star


Huan Tianyuan,

Huan Tianyuan,

woke up,

Huan Tianyuan,

wake up quickly.

Huan Tianyuan opened his eyes.

He looked around in confusion, finding himself lying in a military tent, surrounded by a group of barefoot men, their strong masculine hormones rushing into his nostrils, particularly stimulating.

Who am I... Where am I... Where am I going...

Asking himself the three ultimate questions right away, Huan Tianyuan bewildered himself into a daze.

"Dong dong dong"

"Drums are beating, drums are beating!"

"We're heading out, we're heading out!"

Without much thought, as the military drums outside the tent sounded loudly, soldiers jumped up from their bunks, hurriedly dressing in armor. Huan Tianyuan was inexplicably swept along, put on armor, grabbed the broken step spear by his pillow, slung a crossbow over his back, and rushed out of the tent with the crowd to form ranks.

Looking up, all around were walls a hundred feet high, the iron gates at both ends shut tight, clearly a Vessel City with no way to escape.

The Fish Scale Armor of Zhenzhou's vassal guards clashed against each other with a clang, sheets of silver scales surging, reflecting the sunlight, resembling a glittering water surface.

"Form ranks! Form ranks!"

"Team up! Team up!"

"Move out! Move out!"

"Hua hua hua"

Like waves crashing against a rocky shore, hundreds and thousands of Iron Scale Elite Soldiers formed ranks, like a silver river, opening the floodgates, converging and surging, rushing from the northern city towards the battlefield.

"Hoo—!"

As the thousand-pound North Gate opened, a knife-like cold wind howled in, instantly forming a layer of frost on the Fish Scale Iron Armor.

Though the military tent was stinking, the warmth from dozens of hot men huddled together was comforting, but now the north wind hit, the biting cold snapped Huan Tianyuan back to his senses, making him shiver, yet there was no retreat, swept along with the grand army.

"Why is it so cold, is it winter already?"

"Yes, indeed, this winter is especially cold."

"Was Yingzhou ever this cold."

"Yes, indeed, especially cold."

The Colonels and Commanders mounted on tall horses chatted about the weather, warming their hands in their cotton clothes, huddled in the rear of the column, watching the Zhenzhou Army march in a four-abreast line, resembling a long snake, advancing north along the Chidao, preparing to cross the hills and line up on the riverbank to intercept the crossing rebel army.

Gazing at the gradually receding city walls, looking at the slowly unfolding plains, Huan Tianyuan suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu, followed by a chilling cold and unease.

Something's wrong

Something's wrong

Something is amiss!

Why are we still using a marching formation!

How can four men stop the assault cavalry!

"Commander! We should form ranks! Form ranks! Form ranks!"

Regardless of military law deterrence, a greater sense of crisis surged, forcing Huan Tianyuan to shout out loud.

He was already loud-voiced and full of energy, this shout was earth-shattering, resounding from the plains, causing the soldiers frozen by the chill to come to their senses, some turned back in confusion, some instinctively began forming ranks.

"You, what are you shouting for, no loud noises allowed!"

The Commander, not yet recovered, reacted first with an innate superior's instinct, seeing these lowly Military Slaves daring to shout at him, embarrassing him in front of the Colonels, naturally didn't reason right or wrong, directly rode in, swinging a whip to hit.

Seeing the military horse charging, the surrounding soldiers feared being trampled, hurriedly dodging in all directions, but Huan Tianyuan stood immovable as a mountain, like an iron tower, his eyes like lightning, fixed on the commander's horse. Grabbing the incoming iron whip with one hand, he nearly pulled the Commander off his horse.

Huan Tianyuan didn't even look at him, only fixed his gaze on the Colonel, saying,

"This is a plain! Nowhere to hide! Please form ranks to block the cavalry! Guard against a Northern captives' assault!"

However, the Colonel neither agreed nor rebuked, just stood agape, staring into the distance.

Huan Tianyuan suddenly turned his head, only to see that a Knight had appeared on the distant hills at some point.

Mounted on a tall horse, fully armored man and beast, layered leaf armor like overlapping iron mountains, thick felt under the iron plates, white wool stained red-brown, a pair of wing-like scimitars mounted side by side on the saddle, a long spear with a thick wooden shaft in hand.

This was the attire of the Yanyun Iron Cavalry.

But there hadn't been any Yanyun Iron Cavalry for a long time.

It was still too late.

The second rider, the third rider, within a wink, hundreds of Iron Cavalry crested the hills, silently looking at the stretches of infantry on the plains, like eagles from the sky, eyeing fish with their bellies upturned.

"Form ranks—!!!"

Huan Tianyuan shouted hoarsely.

"Clang clang clang"

Under Huan Tianyuan's cries, the fish scales surged up, reflecting the sunlight, soldiers running sluggishly.

"Form ranks! Form ranks!!"

Marquis Qu, as if awakening from a dream, rode urgently, frantically shouting, driving the infantry to form thin lines from columns.

However, before even half the troops formed up, an eagle's cry sounded from the sky, followed by the continuous whistling of signal arrows.

Then the earth shook and mountains trembled, a red-brown iron wave from the hill surged down like crashing mountain torrents.

First a hundred horses trot, then a thousand horses gallop, finally a frenzied cavalry charge.

In just three breaths, the spear line had already charged a hundred paces.

Then a rain of arrows came, the shouting Commanders in the front row were instantly turned into porcupines.

A long arrow pierced straight through the Colonel's helmet, fortunately, he had a bunch of magic treasures to save his life, preserving one.

So the Colonel, disheveled, turned his horse, fleeing desperately.

Seeing this, the Commanders also forsook their troops one after another and fled.

The soldiers, too, like a breached dam, threw away their helmets and armor, fleeing at once.

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