Chapter 346: Xiliang Iron Cavalry Reappears
"Bo Ping, long time no see. I didn't expect to see you again after a thousand years!"

Hua Xiong shouted to Gao Shun, the leader of the other side.

"Zijian, we each serve our own masters. There is nothing much to say. Let's see what happens on the battlefield!"

Not enough words to speculate.

Thousands of Xiliang cavalrymen roared in unison and launched a blatant charge towards Shura Street. The thousands of cavalrymen were as mighty as a surging tide, converging into an unstoppable black torrent.

The sound of horse hooves resounded through the heavens and earth, like bursts of thunder, shaking the earth. The dust raised covered the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world was coming.

The cavalrymen all had fierce faces, their eyes were full of ferocity and murderous intent, they rushed forward with overwhelming force, vowing to flatten Shura Street. Gao Shun raised his arms and shouted, leading the 800 soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp to launch a fearless charge. The 800 soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp were all heroic and high-spirited, and they gathered into a surging red torrent.

This red torrent collided with the surging black torrent formed by the Xiliang Iron Cavalry with unstoppable force. In an instant, the weapons came into close contact, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

On this narrow battlefield, the soldiers of both sides showed no intention of retreating. As the saying goes, when two brave men meet on a narrow road, the bravest will win! Every soldier was fighting desperately, shouting and killing, blood splattered everywhere, and the battle was extremely tragic.

Gao Shun and Hua Xiong, as the two main generals of the army, engaged in a fierce battle on the battlefield.

Gao Shun's eyes were wide open, he was holding the weapon tightly, his muscles were tense, and every move he made was like breaking the wind, he attacked Hua Xiong fiercely. Hua Xiong was not to be outdone, he roared and wielded the heavy weapon, with a fierce and domineering move, trying to suppress Gao Shun.

The two men fought back and forth, the sound of weapons clashing was endless, sparks flashed in the air, their figures intertwined on the battlefield, the battle was stalemate and extremely fierce.

……

Behind the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, a large number of burly and ferocious evil spirit soldiers appeared. They were in neat and orderly formation, but they were stagnant outside the rear of the army, like a group of evil wolves waiting to attack.

Their aura is cold and ferocious, as if carrying the endless chill of the Nine Nether Hell. Their faces are distorted, like evil ghosts crawling up from the depths of hell, making people tremble with fear at the sight of them.

In the center of this group of evil spirit soldiers stood a tall and strong young man, with an unruly look on his face, revealing a kind of disdain and contempt for everything in the world.

The cruel smile on the corner of his mouth was like a sharp blade, making people shudder, as if it would bring endless blood and killing in the next second.

It was the fifth knight of the Kingdom Organization, the Demon King, Dong Hao
He watched with great interest the fierce battle between the Xiliang Iron Cavalry and the Xianzhen Camp soldiers on the battlefield, his eyes full of madness.

"Yes, Gao Shun is indeed the most trusted general of Lu Bu's three-surnamed slave. His ability in commanding and training troops is top-notch, and his personal bravery is also outstanding.

What a pity, he is so loyal to that despicable Lu Bu. It would be great if he could be loyal to me! "

Next to Dong Hao, there stood quietly a Confucian scholar wearing a strange fox mask. The patterns on the mask were twisted and winding, revealing a mysterious and eerie aura.

His eyes were icy cold, like a deadly poisonous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to strike. Anyone who made eye contact with them would feel as if they were falling into an icy cave, and would be terrified!

This fox-faced scholar was dressed in a robe as black as night, with wide sleeves swaying in the wind, and a neat and solemn belt around his waist. He was well dressed, showing his elegance. However, the black feather fan he held tightly in his hand added a bit of mystery to his appearance. He waved the feather fan gently, seemingly with an elegant and calm movement.
The atmosphere seemed peaceful and tranquil, but it only made those snake-like eyes look even colder and more chilling, as if they could pierce through one's soul, making one shudder and afraid to look directly at them.

Li Ru waved the black feather fan in his hand slowly and gently. Slender fire snakes strangely clung to his palm. The fire snakes twisted their bodies.
The scales were flashing with a strange light, and scarlet tongue kept coming out of its mouth, hissing, licking his palm greedily and madly.

Li Ru's dark eyes looked across the crowd to the battlefield in the distance filled with smoke and deafening cries of killing. A faint smile quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth under the fox mask.

That smile was as light as smoke, but it seemed to contain bottomless conspiracy and calculation, which was elusive, but it also gave rise to an indescribable fear from the bottom of my heart.

"He is indeed a good general, but my lord, you have many brave generals under your command!"

Li Ru slowly turned his gaze to the front of the team, where stood thirteen burly and ferocious figures, like ten demons from hell.

Each general was tall and strong, exuding a ferocious and violent aura that was frightening to the point of being ferocious and violent.

They were all wearing hideous heavy armor as black as ink. The thick armor was covered with sharp barbs and strange patterns, as if it was made of the blood and souls of the enemies.

The long black spear held tightly in his hand had a cold glow at its tip, as if it was eager to tear the enemy's body apart.

These thirteen fierce generals exuded a violent and ferocious murderous aura, which was so dense that it almost liquefied and transformed into tangible pressure that spread throughout the place.

They were none other than the thirteen famous generals under Dong Zhuo, namely Niu Fu, Dong Min, Dong Yue, Duan Wei, Hu Zhen, Yang Ding, Li Jue, Guo Si, Zhang Ji, Jia Xu, Fan Chou, Li Meng and Wang Fang.

"Haha, that's right. I have 300,000 Xiliang cavalrymen under my command, more than a dozen Xiliang warriors, and the Prime Minister as my guardian spirit. The underworld is so big that there is no place I can't go!"

Upon hearing this, Dong Hao laughed out loud, his laughter full of arrogance and conceit.

On the towering wall of Shura Street, a pink-haired woman in military uniform stood proudly. Her figure was upright and agile, with both the delicate and feminine beauty of a woman and the heroic spirit of a man.

A head of long pink hair, as soft as flowing water, cascaded down like a waterfall, and fell just right on the slightly thin shoulders.

Her soft hair fluttered gently in the wind, making her look pure and elegant, but the charm that she revealed inadvertently did not lose its sexy and mature charm.

It is the descendant of Lu Bu, Lu Xiangong.

Gao Shun was her guardian spirit. She was anxiously watching the situation on the battlefield. Although she was confident in the fighting power and bravery of the Xianzhen Camp, after all, the opponent was tens of thousands of Xiliang Iron Cavalry, and the numerical disadvantage was too great.

"Big sister, when will you come back? If you don't come back, Shura Street will be breached!"

At this moment, Lu Xiangong could only pray that Diao Lingyun would come back soon. She was very clear about her own strength. With her own and Shura Street's existing forces, they would definitely not be able to withstand the tens of thousands of Xiliang cavalry.

(End of this chapter)