Chapter 135 Who in the world can compete with me?
Seeing that the situation was taking a turn for the worse, Zhang Liang led his troops to retreat without hesitation, hoping to leave the place as quickly as possible.

However, Long Qie, the commander-in-chief, was completely shocked by the tragic scene before him and stood still as if struck by lightning.

He had been a soldier all his life, but had never seen such a scene.

As soon as the battle started, the enemy's cavalry, which was divided into rows of ten, charged for only five rounds, but the front end of their carefully constructed infantry line had suffered heavy casualties and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

It felt as if Long Ju was trapped in the middle of a riverbed, witnessing with his own soldiers and horses building ten human walls like huge rocks to block the oncoming flood.

However, the enemy cavalry was like an unstoppable flood, which easily broke through the dam as soon as it touched it.

Those brave soldiers instantly turned into loose sand drifting with the current, unable to resist.

In just a short moment, the enemy cavalry had penetrated several rows of defense lines. The first knight holding a dark spear was even more unstoppable, breaking through seven or eight layers of defense and heading straight for the center of the army.

And Long Ju was still standing on the chariot, his eyes full of shock and his mind blank.

His army seemed to be swept by a hurricane, and in the blink of an eye it became a Shura field of broken limbs and blood mist. The empty battlefield before him made him feel heartbroken.

Who is he going to command?
Where are his soldiers?
"Dong dong dong dong——"

The drums of war beat, exciting yet tragic.

Reality told him that no matter it was one row of spears or a hundred rows of spears, in front of Huo Qubing and others, they were nothing but things that could be broken in a moment with the flying of their cold spears.

After a few short breaths, the warhorse under Huo Qubing, without any pause, pierced through the tenth forest of spears like a sharp sword, killing countless enemies along the way.

When it rushed towards the eleventh row of enemies, it happened to pass by the chariot where Long Ju was.

With a flash of cold light, the three-meter-long spear stretched out sharply, taking away a head with ease. Then the horse continued to gallop forward with the sound of hooves that shook the earth, and rushed straight to the eleventh row of enemy troops.

The leader of eight thousand infantrymen, Long Ju, fell here!

……

The spear in Huo Qubing's hand was like the fury of thunder, and it instantly cut off a panicked enemy soldier who had not yet given his name from the chariot. His head drew a sharp arc in the air and then fell heavily to the ground.

When he rode his horse forward again, he was shocked to find that the spear formation in front of him, which was as fragile as paper, had disappeared.

The subsequent rows of enemy troops collapsed in an instant. Wherever Huo Qubing went, it was like a hurricane sweeping across. The enemy troops avoided his edge and automatically made a bloody path for themselves.

Only occasionally a few tough spears tried to pierce the air in a final struggle, but they could only take away a few lives in the torrent of iron cavalry.

No one in the enemy camp ahead dared to resist. The soldiers were terrified and dropped their weapons and armor, turning around and fleeing for their lives towards the infantry camp eight miles away.

Their running figures left messy footprints on the snow, and heavy armor and helmets were scattered along the way, like broken dreams left in the cold reality.

Some cunning ones did not run away straight away, but turned to the sides cleverly, trying to avoid the trajectory of the death charge and find a glimmer of hope for survival.

However, no matter what choice he made, he had only one thought in his mind at this moment, which was to stay away from those black cavalrymen who were like messengers from hell.

All these changes started when the Great Snow Dragon Rider showed up and ended when General Long Qie's head fell to the ground in just ten quick breaths.

In just a short moment, the seemingly impregnable defense line of 4,000 people in front was easily penetrated like thin paper.

Just ask yourself, how many waves can just ten breaths cause?
How could it bear such brutal massacre?
Even if we ignore the fallen soldiers, just looking at the one or two hundred meters between the ten rows of battle formations, even if a horse is galloping, it will take a while.

What's more, it was an army of 4,000 people. How could it be wiped out in the blink of an eye?
However, the reality was cruel. General Long Qie died before he could even respond effectively. The infantrymen, who were like ants, had no choice but to escape.

As a result, the huge battle formation consisting of 8,000 infantrymen only lasted for ten short breaths under the trampling of the iron hooves of the Snow Dragon Cavalry before it completely collapsed.

Zhang Liang and others took the lead in galloping on horseback, leading the remaining troops to flee hastily towards the army camp in the rear.

The remaining thousands of soldiers fled in all directions like loose sand, with fear and despair intertwined into a doomsday picture.

For Huo Qubing, this charge was like an unfinished game. He just casually swung his spear a few times and the battle came to an abrupt end.

This is because he was at the forefront of the charge.

The hundreds of cavalrymen behind him were even more helpless. Before they reached the center of the battlefield, half of the enemy troops had turned to dust, and the other half had already abandoned their armor and weapons and fled in a panic.

Such an easy victory made him sigh inwardly: "Eight hundred Great Snow Dragon Riders are really a lot!"

Compared with Huo Qubing's ordinary feelings, Emperor Qin Shi Huang's experience can be described as legendary.

Although the infantry in front of him were not weak and could not be bullied, in the eyes of this emperor who had fought in battles throughout his life and seen countless armies, they were also considered a strong and powerful force.

The moment they sensed the cavalry charge, they were able to quickly transform from a long snake formation stretching for hundreds of meters into a strict formation of twenty rows of chevaux-de-frise, which shows that their generals were good at managing the army and their soldiers were well-trained.

However, facing such an elite army, the First Emperor did not feel any effective resistance from the beginning of the charge to the entire process.

The forest of spears and numerous traps that had once terrified people now seemed like nothing in front of him, and were completely unable to stop his unstoppable pace.

This battle seemed to be a mockery of the word "strong soldiers", and it was also a silent proof of the terrifying power of the Great Snow Dragon Riders.

It was like Huo Qubing reappearing. His figure rushed out, the spear in his hand dancing like a dragon. In an instant, he had cut through dozens of enemy lines with unstoppable force, causing the enemy camp to collapse in an instant.

"Tsk tsk~"

Qin Shi Huang smacked his lips slightly.

In his eyes, this battle could only be described as "boring".

Amidst the thousands of troops, there was only loneliness and arrogance.

At this moment, he seemed to have personally experienced the lonely ambition of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry cavalry stepping on the ice, and deeply understood why this unit was named "Great Snow".

Unrivaled, silent as the snow, he walks alone on the battlefield, with only the wind and snow to keep him company.

He recalled the heroic words that Huo Qubing spoke when they first met him, and believed that sending 800 brave warriors was already a great "gift" to the rebels.

Now it seems that the number of eight hundred is actually redundant. This battle alone is enough to prove that his words are true.

However, after personally experiencing the invincible power of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry, the First Emperor was not overly surprised. Instead, he felt deep recognition, endless pride, and a hint of regret for not being able to enjoy himself to the fullest.

With such indestructible heavy armor, such fierce and fearless warhorses, and such a majestic charging posture, the outcome has already been determined. Isn't it natural?
A feeling of pride arises spontaneously!

As a member of the Great Snow Dragon Riders, his blood was boiling and he looked down upon his fellow foes!
Who in the world dares to challenge him?

Who dares to fight? !!!
(End of this chapter)