Chapter 138 Don’t I even have the qualifications to be killed?
At this time, the sky was dark, covered with dark clouds, and a cool breeze with a sense of moisture blew in my face. It seemed that a night rain was about to happen.

The moon had not yet appeared and the field of vision was drastically limited. Although the distance was only seven or eight miles, the situation on the other side was still blurry and difficult to discern.

However, the scouts who still had good hearing lay on the ground and listened carefully for a while, then reported immediately.

"My Lord, the enemy cavalry is rapidly approaching us."

"Oh?"

Han Cheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking confident.

"Could it be that they regard my 40,000-man army as nothing?"

"Since they have come to our door to seek death, let them experience the fighting power of our Korean soldiers! What do you think, Brother Xiang?"

Xiang Liang snorted coldly: "It's all up to you."

"Haha."

Han Cheng laughed loudly and then shouted: "Set up the formation!"

"Deploy our army's most powerful 'Wind Shuttle Formation'."

"Let those few hundred Qin cavalry see the bravery of our Korean men!"

"Today we will make sure they never come back!"

"Let our brothers from Chu see the strength of South Korea!"

"Yes!" The Korean soldiers responded in unison, their shouts shaking the sky.

……

On the other side, Zhang Liang and others had already witnessed the heavy cavalry that looked like the devil rushing into the army of 8,000 infantry, and they turned around and ran away instantly!
Zhang Liang was not even able to witness the scene of Long Ju's head falling to the ground.

At this moment, Zhang Liang was already in shock. He had never expected that the solid formation of 8,000 infantrymen could not withstand a mere few hundred cavalry for a moment.

No, it was more than unable to resist.

He couldn't even last ten breaths before turning into bloody powder!
Just like the fate of those cavalrymen on the hillside, broken limbs flew everywhere, blood mist filled the air, it was like Asura Purgatory!

Extremely scary!
Extremely tyrannical!

How could such cavalry exist in the mortal world? !

In the past, it was still infuriating to face those ordinary cavalrymen like you who stood proudly, waving your swords and bullying our soldiers as if you were invincible.

Now, you have even upgraded to the point where you don't even need to stand up, and your terrifying momentum alone is enough to scare people to death!

They came galloping towards us, as if they could overturn the seas with just a wave of their hands.

Sure enough, a knight casually swung his spear, and our formation broke instantly.

Seven or eight heroic soldiers fell on the battlefield like kites with broken strings, their blood splattered on the earth, their lives disappearing in an instant.

How can we resist such an attack? How can we break the deadlock?

The Qin Dynasty actually has such terrifying heavy cavalry under its command. How can our anti-Qin alliance compete with them?
If these hundreds of hell-like war horses and their riders are not eliminated as soon as possible, it will undoubtedly become a pain in the heart of the alliance.

It was like the sword of Damocles hanging over one's head, which could fall at any time and cut off the throat of the anti-Qin cause.

At this moment, although his chest was burning with anger, his thoughts were in a tangled mess. He racked his brains but could not find any good strategy to counterbalance this group of cavalry.

Unless, they all go crazy and choose to charge into the camp where our 40,000 troops are ready for battle.

Perhaps, after paying a heavy price, they can be exhausted to death in the encirclement of human wave tactics.

Ugh!
The food supplies were not burned, and the First Emperor did not fall into our hands. Instead, we lost many soldiers and horses, and were reduced to fleeing in panic like a stray dog. Today is a great shame and humiliation for us!
However, even in such a miserable state, the news that the First Emperor was safe and sound was still an important piece of information and must be informed to the two alliance leaders as soon as possible.

At present, we have no choice but to temporarily hide our strength and concentrate on recuperating. After today's defeat, our army must hide from the world again. It is probably a luxury to plot a rebellion against Qin again within this year.

Zhang Liang was extremely anxious and led the hundreds of remaining cavalrymen behind him, galloping towards the distance regardless of everything.

However, just as they were running for their lives, the earth shook violently again, as if the power of thunder was surging from under their feet.

Zhang Liang turned around suddenly and his face turned pale as paper!
What is unbelievable is that the group of heavy cavalry, who were like demons descended from the earth, ignored their lives and insisted on chasing them relentlessly!

"Why? Why on earth are they staring at me?"

Zhang Liang was screaming in his heart and his eyes were full of fear.

"Not far ahead is the main force of our 40,000-man army. Aren't they really afraid of being crushed to pieces and buried here?"

Zhang Liang was terrified.

The people who were fleeing for their lives had already put life and death aside. At this moment, they were whipping the horses' buttocks with all their strength, fearing that they would be swallowed by the shadow of death if they were even a little slow.

A spear is enough to turn them into a bloody rain and send their souls to the heaven of separation.

"Boom boom boom——"

The sound of horse hooves was like the beat of a death drum, getting more and more intense and closer.

Of the original 8,000 infantrymen, less than 5,000 could barely run.

Almost all of the soldiers in the front rows fell under the iron hooves, some were ruthlessly trampled, and some were pierced by spears. The scene was full of wailing and misery.

At this moment, the more than 5,000 surviving infantrymen could hear the roar of approaching horse hooves, which sounded like a devil's sound.

Fear and despair intertwined into an invisible giant net, tightly binding their souls on the verge of collapse.

On this vast plain battlefield, once the infantry becomes the target of the cavalry, the only outcome is death.

Faced with the insurmountable difference in speed and strength, the hope of survival was as slim as the morning star.

Suddenly, a soldier turned around slowly with despair on his face, but what greeted him was not the arrival of death as he had imagined, but a group of cavalry as dark as night and as cold and hard as steel suddenly approaching him.

The soldier was stunned, as if time had stopped at this moment.

They stood there, giving up struggling, hoping only to preserve their bodies and avoid the pain of being dismembered in the last moments of their lives.

However, the reality did not turn out as they wished.

The iron black knight was like a black lightning, accompanied by a sweeping gale, whizzing past him without even giving him a glance.

The soldier was dumbfounded and speechless: "I... I don't even have the qualifications to be killed?"

It turned out that the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry's target of pursuit this time was clearly the cavalry led by Zhang Liang, and these fleeing infantry were not included in the hunting list.

Therefore, when they were performing their mission, they did not take the initiative to attack and kill the infantry along the way.

Unless someone mistakenly enters the trajectory of the cavalry's charge, or, with the determination to die, tries to fight against the enemy with an egg, and launches a final charge against the black-armored cavalry.

This will result in a bloody mist and the abrupt end of life.

Zhang Liang led the remaining several hundred cavalrymen in a desperate gallop, while the four or five thousand infantrymen behind him also panicked and fled in all directions.

At the same time, the hundreds of Great Snow Dragon Riders were like the scythe of death, crushing the earth with the force of thunder and madly chasing the prey in front of them.

Looking seven or eight miles away, our 40,000-strong troop headquarters were constructing defensive positions in a tense and orderly manner, still with the spear formation as the core.

But compared with before, the troop deployment in the central area is more dense, like an iron wall.

We swear to keep out any invading enemies, making it truly watertight and impossible for even birds to get in!
(End of this chapter)