PFC Chapter 408 Tuoba Lang and Sima arrive
Chapter 408 Tuoba Lang and Sima arrive
"Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump."
The war drums beat faster and faster, more and more frequently, like a torrential rain pounding on iron, urging the soldiers forward, ever forward.
The two armies clashed violently, the sounds of clashing swords and spears, screams, shouts, and neighing horses mingling together and soaring into the sky.
The Dengzhou army and the Youzhou army each had their own strengths and weaknesses, and for a time they fought fiercely and were evenly matched.
"Your Majesty, I have gone to retrieve Qin Qiong's head."
Jiang Song sat on his horse, his silver spear held horizontally in front of him, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at the great banner of the Zhaowu Heavenly King in the distance.
Qin Qiong wanted to avenge his father, and so did he.
Today, Qin Qiong will not escape.
"it is good."
Yang Lin agreed without hesitation.
He no longer cherished Qin Qiong's talent; all that remained was the determination to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Jiang Song held his silver spear upside down, squeezed his legs against his horse's belly, and the warhorse neighed loudly, charging into the melee like an arrow released from a bow.
With his silver spear thrusting left and right, the soldiers of Youzhou fell one after another in his wake, and not one of them could withstand a single blow from him.
At almost the same time, Luo Shixin was also sent out by Qin Qiong.
He rushed into the battlefield and brushed past Jiang Song.
The two went their separate ways, each searching for their own enemy.
"Give me back my brother's and father's lives!"
Luo Shixin was wearing two or three layers of heavy armor, and his already burly body swelled up even more, making him look like an iron tower from a distance.
He swung his heavy iron spear wildly, and wherever the spear shaft passed, soldiers of the Dengzhou army were smashed away.
Bones were broken and tendons were snapped; cries of agony filled the fields.
As he charged forward, his eyes were fixed on the large banner with the character "Yang" fluttering high above.
"You must be Yang Lin!"
After breaking free from the chaos of battle, Luo Shixin immediately recognized the white-haired old man on horseback in the distance.
His brother showed him a portrait, and the old man in the painting looked exactly like the person in front of him; there was no mistake.
"Luo Shixin, what are you waiting for? Charge over there immediately!"
Beside Luo Shixin stood another man wielding two hammers; this was Cai Jianfang, the only remaining general among the four.
He was ordered by Qin Qiong to lead the Yanshan cavalry to provide support and protection for Luo Shixin.
"Alright, let's charge in!"
"Second brother, protect Heng'er and Jing'er, let's go first!"
When Yang Lin saw this group of men charging towards him with great momentum, his heart sank.
Especially the giant man at the very front, who was as strong as an iron tower, was incredibly strong and unstoppable, and no ordinary soldier could withstand him.
He quickly gave Xue Liang the order, his voice urgent yet steady.
"good!"
Xue Liang didn't say anything more, turned his horse around and rode away.
Protecting the two children and leaving first was his greatest achievement at that moment.
"kill!"
Luo Shixin charged to the front, his iron spear felling more than a dozen men in succession, his momentum unstoppable.
In the blink of an eye, he had already reached Yang Lin, less than three zhang away.
He raised his heavy iron spear, his arm muscles bulging, and slammed it down!
The gun barrel, accompanied by a whistling sound, crashed down like Mount Tai, carrying immense force, straight towards Yang Lin's head.
Yang Lin had no time to dodge or retreat.
He could only raise the Water and Fire Dragon-Binding Staff in his hand, holding it above his head to take the blow head-on.
"Bang."
A dull, loud thud, like a heavy hammer striking an anvil, made the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers ring.
Yang Lin felt an overwhelming force surge from the Dragon Prisoner Staff, and his arms instantly lost all feeling.
His warhorse couldn't withstand the force either; its hooves buckled, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.
"Take his life!"
Cai Jianfang roared, but he was blocked by Zuo Xiong and couldn't get away. He could only shout orders to Luo Shixin.
"nature!"
Luo Shixin raised his iron spear again, ready to smash it down on Yang Lin, who was lying on the ground.
With that shot, even ten Yang Lins wouldn't survive.
However, before his iron spear could fall, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out.
A silver spear thrust at an angle, its tip precisely striking the iron shaft and deflecting it.
Luo Shixin's shot went astray, the tip grazing Yang Lin's side before embedding itself in the soil, creating a deep crater the size of a large bowl.
"Your Excellency, please go first. I will stay here."
Jiang Song gave a low shout and held his spear in front of Yang Lin.
He originally went to kill Qin Qiong, but Luo Shixin's bravery just now made him realize that something was wrong.
He immediately abandoned Qin Qiong and hurriedly returned.
As expected, Yang Lin was no match for Luo Shixin.
If he hadn't arrived in time, Yang Lin would have already been killed by gunfire.
"Father, there's chaos on Qin Qiong's right flank; it must be our eldest brother who's arrived!"
Just then, Xue Liang, who had seen Lü Heng and Lü Jing off, turned back and shouted loudly, pointing into the distance.
His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"Good! My son is brave."
Yang Lin was overjoyed.
He dispatched a detachment of troops to flank Qin Qiong from the right, and their efforts were not in vain.
That army had already arrived, throwing Qin Qiong's right flank into chaos.
"General Zuo, hand this thief over to us. You go and help Brother Jiang kill him!"
Xue Liang turned his head and shouted to Zuo Xiong, who was entangled with Cai Jianfang.
"That suits me perfectly."
Zuo Xiong forced Cai Jianfang back with a single axe stroke and then rode away.
He abandoned Cai Jianfang and immediately took an axe to help Jiang Song.
"Shixin, my godfather has withdrawn his troops. Retreat with me immediately!"
Just then, Qin Yong, wielding a gourd hammer, reappeared, leading a group of men to rescue Luo Shixin.
Seeing that his flank was under attack and that he was unable to capture Yang Lin from the front, Qin Qiong ordered a retreat.
"I haven't killed that old scoundrel Yang Lin yet!"
While Luo Shixin was fending off Jiang Song's attacks, he was gradually becoming overwhelmed.
But he still only remembered Qin Qiong's order to take Yang Lin's life.
He fired shot after shot, each shot more powerful than the last, but not a single one hit Jiang Song.
That silver spear was like a slippery eel, always thrusting from unexpected angles, forcing him to parry with his own spear.
"Don't be stubborn, come with me!"
Qin Yong commanded his troops to charge and joined the battle.
The brass gourd-shaped hammer flew up and down, smashing towards Jiang Song, attempting to relieve the pressure on Luo Shixin.
However, even when the two joined forces, they were still no match for Jiang Song.
Although Jiang Song was not as strong as Luo Shixin, his marksmanship was already superb, using skill to overcome strength and speed to defeat slowness.
Even if there were two or three Luo Shixins, let alone one, he could handle them separately.
Now, with the addition of Qin Yong, he still handles things with ease and doesn't feel any strain at all.
"Haha, this Central Plains battlefield is indeed lively! I knew I made the right choice coming here!"
A series of loud shouts entered the ears, as loud as bells, making the eardrums buzz.
Everyone turned to look and saw that the newcomer was dressed in black iron armor and rode a black-maned warhorse with its hooves flying, exuding a fierce aura.
This person holds a weapon in each hand: an octagonal hammer in the left hand and a coiled dragon staff in the right.
It was swung with great force, leaving people defenseless.
The visitor was none other than Tuoba Lang, the Sima of the Northern Barbarian Silver Land Kingdom, who had come south at the invitation of Qin Qiong to share the land of the Great Sui Dynasty.