PFC Chapter 387 The true nature of a hero
Chapter 387 The true nature of a hero
King Youhe pricked up his ears and, hearing the sound of thousands of horses galloping and the earth-shaking mountains, he knew that the enemy was not few in number.
"King Youhe, the enemy reinforcements are coming again, let's retreat!"
"Yeah, let's retreat first!"
The group of soldiers who had previously shouted to return to Longcheng suddenly became cowardly and shouted to retreat.
Although the King of Youhe was unwilling to accept the loss of thousands of soldiers and horses in vain, he also knew that the enemy had sent reinforcements, which was obviously a well-planned move.
He must protect these brave warriors under his command in order to make a comeback.
"Retreat!" King Youhe gave an order, and the Hu Lu soldiers quickly mounted their horses and galloped away.
However, it was too late.
In the darkness ahead, a large group of cavalry had already crossed the hill and were charging towards them.
"Shoot!" Yan Longyi shouted the order while galloping on horseback.
In an instant, thousands of arrows took advantage of the momentum of the galloping war horses and shot towards the Hu Lu.
The barbarians felt the powerful force of the arrows that could only be shot by the warriors on the grassland.
The Hu Lu soldiers were shot by arrows and fell to the ground one after another. Yan Longyi led 5,000 elite soldiers and attacked like the wind.
"Capture the King of Youhe alive! There will be a huge reward!"
"Capture the King of Youhe alive!" the soldiers shouted loudly.
Yan Longyi, holding a heavy black iron sword, led dozens of elite soldiers selected from among the elite and charged straight towards the King of Youhe who was about to escape.
When King Youhe saw the Yan army approaching him, he knew that a bloody battle was inevitable.
"Capture Yan Longyi alive!"
The King of Youhe also raised his arms and shouted, boosting the morale of the Hu Lu.
At this moment, Si Yan and Boya led the Daxuan soldiers out of Longcheng, and attacked from the front and back with Yan Longyi's army, sweeping away the Hu Lu.
Yan Peng then rushed out, bringing with him the Yan soldiers who had been suppressed for a long time, and ignited the flames of revenge.
"Kill! Kill all the barbarians!"
The Hu Lu soon discovered that their nightmare was not just the King of Yan, but also the female general of Daxuan, the unknown young general, and even Yan Peng of Yan State, who all brought them nightmares.
Si Yan and Boya were unstoppable and charged into the Hu Lu army. The Hu Lu army was scattered and looked at Si Yan, who was like the King of Hell, with horror in their eyes.
The Hu Lu were facing several enemy troops and several powerful generals at the same time, and they were soon unable to resist.
"Boom, boom, boom!" At this time, a burst of drum sounds suddenly came from a hill not far away.
The soldiers looked up and saw that it was Lord Situ waving the drumstick and beating the drum!
The rumbling sound of drums resounded through the sky, and the soldiers of Yan and Daxuan were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Kill! Kill!" The morale of the soldiers was boosted again and again, and the shouts of killing shook the earth.
After beating the drum, Si Zhengxuan shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Kill! Kill the barbarians!"
Although the soldiers who had contracted the plague had not yet fully recovered, they voluntarily formed a death squad in the army just to support the army.
Si Yan looked up and saw his father holding a long sword and charging towards him with the soldiers behind him.
Next to him is Aunt Lan, who is dressed as a man but can be recognized at a glance.
Si Zhengxuan rushed forward, raised his sword and chopped off an enemy's head.
He swung his sword again, splitting the head of the barbarian in front of him, and blood splattered. He drew his knife again and stabbed forward, hitting the enemy's heart.
At this moment, Si Yan realized that he had greatly underestimated his father.
This powerful official of the current dynasty is simply a war god who is still strong despite his age.
Beside Si Zhengxuan, Lan Wei was running side by side with him, also fighting hard against the enemy.
The soldiers behind the two men charged forward. If it weren't for the veils they were wearing, it would be impossible to tell that this was an army infected with the plague.
King Youhe had been entangled by Yan Longyi. Hearing the tragic screams around him, he felt something was wrong.
They fell completely into a trap set by the enemy.
"King Youhe! Run!"
Beside King Youhe, a soldier rushed forward and blocked Yan Longyi's sword.
Yan Longyi pierced his chest with a sword, and the rest of King Youhe's men immediately rushed forward to block Yan Longyi.
"Hurry up! King Youhe!"
King Youhe knew he was no match for Yan Longyi and could only flee.
He looked around and in the dim light of the torch, he saw that the direction where Si Zhengxuan was was wide and convenient for escape.
According to the information he had received earlier, Si Zhengxuan was suffering from the plague.
This was also confirmed by the fact that they were wearing scarves on their faces.
"Charge! Charge towards this side!"
King Youhe shouted and broke out in the direction of Si Zhengxuan with his guards.
Si Zhengxuan understood King Youhe's intention almost immediately.
"Stop King Youhe!"
Si Zhengxuan flicked his whip and rushed towards King Youhe.
Lan Wei immediately followed, and the soldiers behind her also caught up.
With a "whoosh", King Youhe shot an arrow at Si Zhengxuan while running.
Si Zhengxuan ducked to avoid it and continued to intercept the King of Youhe in the direction he was fleeing.
The two finally met, their swords clashed, and flames flew everywhere.
Lan Wei, along with the masked soldiers and the guards beside King Youhe, also started fighting instantly.
After Si Zhengxuan and King Youhe exchanged blows, they rode their horses apart. King Youhe looked at Si Zhengxuan with a sneer.
"Master Situ, you are old after all, and your strength is not as good as mine."
"Really?" Si Zhengxuan chuckled, "Prince Youhe is very confident."
He had only used half of his strength just now to test King Youhe.
King Youhe glanced around and saw that Yan Longyi and Si Yan were still some distance away from him.
He immediately made up his mind to kill the famous Lord Situ.
King Youhe swung the sword in his hand and slashed at Si Zhengxuan again. Si Zhengxuan waved his sword to block it.
With a "clang", the long sword in Si Zhengxuan's hand flew out and was defeated by King Youhe.
"Gee!" Si Zhengxuan rode away, and King Youhe immediately followed.
At this moment, Si Zhengxuan grasped the spear he was carrying. He seized the opportunity and made a sudden counterattack, knocking the King of Youhe off his horse.
King Youhe did not expect Si Zhengxuan to use this trick. He was shot in the chest and blood was flowing.
He was about to get up from the ground when Si Zhengxuan pointed the spear at his throat.
King Youhe was filled with humiliation and struggled to get up. Si Zhengxuan stabbed him with the spear in his hand, and blood gushed out of King Youhe's neck.
Lan Wei stepped forward, cut off the head of the Right River King with a single blow, and held it high in the air: "The Right River King is dead, why don't the barbarians surrender quickly?"
"Lord Situ killed the King of Youhe!"
When the Hu Lu soldiers saw the head of King Youhe, they were instantly defeated and fled in all directions for their lives.
The troops of Daxuan and Yan immediately drew their bows and arrows and shot at the fleeing Hu Lu from behind, causing extremely heavy casualties among the Hu Lu.
There were 30,000 troops from both front and back armies of the Hu Lu, but only 2,000 or 3,000 of them escaped in the end.
The armies of Yan and Daxuan won a great victory, and the soldiers cheered.
The soldiers of Daxuan looked at their heroic Lord Situ with admiration in their eyes.
"Master Situ! Master Situ! Master Situ..."
Si Yan couldn't help but smile. His father was truly a man of both literary and military skills, and extremely wise.
Today's battle fully demonstrated his heroic qualities.
No wonder Aunt Lan has no regrets and has loved my father for more than ten years.