Chapter 134: The Great Snow Dragon Riders, taking an unconventional path!

At this moment, everyone saw this desperate cavalry team rushing straight towards where Xiang Liang was, and they couldn't help but laugh, and their words were full of ridicule for the enemy general.

"It seems that Long Ju will achieve great success in his first battle. What a good omen!"

"A lot of high-quality war horses and fine armor are about to be acquired!"

Long Ju was also very confident about this, and even Zhang Liang, who had already penetrated deep into the center of the infantry position, held the same view.

He led the remaining hundreds of cavalry and cleverly hid between the tenth and eleventh rows of infantry, which was a safe haven in the formation.

At this moment, Zhang Liang and the rebel knights were finally able to calm down temporarily. After they stopped, their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

The battlefield scene just now, which was like a purgatory, was really terrifying.

After the extreme fear, the hatred towards those cavalrymen burned like a raging fire.

At this moment, they wished that all the cavalry would be destroyed.

Standing at the core of the infantry camp, they were shocked to see that the enemy cavalry dared to risk everything and charge straight into the camp, which was undoubtedly courting death!
A feeling of ecstasy instantly surged into the hearts of every rebel knight, as if the day of revenge was just around the corner!

A hint of joy also flashed across Zhang Liang's face. He had experienced too many ups and downs today.

His plan to burn grain failed, and he fled in panic. He met Qin Shihuang by chance and thought he was about to capture him, but he did not expect that he would survive.

Just when he was thinking hard about how to avoid being executed after returning to the camp, he never expected that the enemy cavalry would come to his door.

This is a godsend!

If this group of cavalry could be wiped out in one fell swoop, Qin Shihuang would certainly not be able to escape, after all, he had an army of 50,000 at his disposal!

Thinking of this, Zhang Liang was delighted, and they were also taking a breath and adjusting themselves in the formation, eager to recover their strength.

Night falls quietly, and the sky is filled with a dim light.

In the distance, torches were lit in the camp of more than 40,000 rebels, illuminating the dim world.

The earth tremors became stronger and stronger, symbolizing that the "Great Snow Dragon Riders" were ready to go.

In an instant, when the last row of cavalry raised their spears and issued a thunderous charge order, the first row of "Great Snow Dragon Cavalry" approached the infantry line like a gust of wind.

Although it was Ying Zheng's first time riding a horse into battle and he lacked practical experience, he felt no fear at all under the protection of his strong armor, surrounded by soldiers fighting side by side, and under the excitement of the sound of horse hooves that sounded like the roar of war drums.

Ying Zheng fixed his eyes on Huo Qubing in front of him, waiting for him to show his bravery. He only needed to follow closely behind him, march forward bravely, and face the upcoming decisive battle...

Rows of sharp spears are like a dense forest, weaving into a barrier of death.

Normally, faced with such a formation, the cavalry should choose to detour to the flank and launch harassment tactics.

However, Long Ju, who had already seen through the situation, had deployed an equally strict spear formation on the flank, waiting for his opponent to fall into his trap.

But the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry never takes the usual path.

Amid billowing smoke and the sound of thundering horse hooves, Huo Qubing led the first row of cavalry and charged fearlessly straight towards the jungle of death.

He held the three-meter-long dragon spear tightly in his hand, like a giant python spitting out its tongue, and swung it sharply, breaking a piece of the spear in an instant.

The warhorse under him was extremely brave. He did not look away and charged into the cluster of spears without hesitation.

The heavy armor on the horse's chest collided violently with the spear shaft, the sound of metal breaking was endless, and the spear shaft was crushed into powder. Then, two iron hooves larger than the mouth of a bowl came down like thunder, stepping accurately on the two shields.

In an instant, the shield broke like thin paper, and the bones of the soldier holding the shield underneath were shattered. Before he could even utter a wail, his soul had already passed away.

The warhorse did not stop, it pushed its hind legs hard and continued to gallop forward.

The two rows of spearmen in the back row and the soldiers who resisted the charge at the end were all smashed to pieces by this tremendous force and were completely routed.

Huo Qubing swung the dragon spear in his hand and performed the "Sweeping Thousands of Troops" skill. The shadow of the spear was like a dragon, and several enemy soldiers were thrown into the air. Everything it touched exploded, and broken limbs and bodies were mixed with blood and scattered everywhere. The tragic scene was horrifying.

In just a short moment, all four members of the team that blocked the cavalry were killed.

Amid the deafening sound of collision, before the surrounding enemy troops could thrust out their spears again, Huo Qubing, with the force of wind and thunder, and both man and horse, without reducing the speed of the vanguard, rushed straight to the second row of soldiers.

Facing the same line of defense, Huo Qubing did not even frown, and waved the dragon spear in his hand again.

The mighty warhorse under him stomped its hooves and easily broke through the defense line. Then it struck hard, and four more enemy soldiers were instantly dismembered and fell to the ground screaming and died.

Huo Qubing did not hesitate and continued to ride forward, unstoppable.

Behind him, the First Emperor witnessed this scene, his heart was surging and his blood was boiling.

He followed the gap that Huo Qubing had broken through, and imitated his mighty posture, swinging the spear in his hand.

As his warhorse charged forward, the inner Qi in his body surged to his arms, and he used the "Sweeping the Troops" technique, sweeping towards a dozen enemy soldiers standing in three rows on the right.

"Boom!"

The spears seemed to hit fragile cardboard, and seven or eight of the victims were instantly shot out like kites with broken strings, tumbling in the air, with blood mist all around and limbs scattered everywhere, like a bloody dance.

For the First Emperor, this blow was as easy as brushing off a few mosquitoes and flies. He did not feel much resistance, which shocked him deeply.

He let out a long roar to the sky with great passion, rode his horse across the battlefield strewn with corpses, and rushed straight to the second row to block the enemy.

The warhorse under his crotch seemed to understand human nature and responded to his master's wishes. It neighed passionately, doubled its strength, and increased its speed by another three points. It carried the First Emperor and flew out like an arrow.

The Emperor's attack was like a sharp blade breaking ice, further widening the gap opened by Huo Qubing by three meters.

The subsequent Great Snow Dragon Cavalry followed closely behind, pouring in like a torrent, tearing the gap wider, increasing its width by another three meters.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, as fast as lightning.

From the moment Huo Qubing led the first row of Snow Dragon Cavalry who rushed out like a torrent of armor, to the second, third and even subsequent rows under the First Emperor's command who swept in like a raging wave.

There were only a few survivors left in the first line of defense of the infantry battalion that was originally tightly deployed. They still had spears in their hands, but their eyes were full of fear and dullness.

By the time the iron hooves of the seventh row of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry roared and the gust of wind swept across the battlefield, the first and second rows of the 8,000 infantry anti-cavalry formation that had been regarded as indestructible had almost been wiped out.

However, at this moment, Long Qie, who was on the enemy's central chariot, was still shocked by the scene before him.

It's not that he hadn't witnessed it all, but he couldn't understand this sudden change, let alone how to deal with it.

Long Ju stood side by side with Zhang Liang, who was also resting on the side of the chariot, looking down from a high place with a broad view.

Although night fell quietly, thanks to the two men's profound cultivation, the battle situation at that moment was still vivid in their minds.

(End of this chapter)