Chapter 140: Make a concerted effort to annihilate the invading enemies!

The cold rain hits the cold armor, making a crisp "ding ding" sound, which interweaves with the howling wind and rain to form a tragic war song.

Ying Zheng led three fierce generals and this iron-blooded dragon rider team to resolutely launch an attack on the 40,000 enemy troops.

The distance was getting closer and closer, but instead of slowing down, it was speeding up like a wild horse.

Zhang Liang, who was in the army, turned around when he heard the voice. He saw this scene and was immediately horrified.

"More charges?!"

He was incredulous. "How is this possible? How dare a few hundred people challenge an army of 40,000?"

"You have less than 800 people, why are you so determined to take my life that you are willing to sacrifice hundreds of heavy cavalry?!"

Zhang Liang's thoughts were in a mess and he couldn't make sense of it at this moment.

He could still accept the fact that more than a hundred cavalrymen were killed in an instant in the previous raid in the mountains.

They fled into the jungle in panic, but were besieged by thousands of infantrymen. Although they were lucky enough to escape, they were ultimately defeated.

Afterwards, the sound of cavalry stampeding on the ground was heard again. He fled for his life in the wilderness until he was protected by an army of 40,000 men, thinking that he would be safe.

However, what shocked him was that the other party ignored the huge army formation and continued to charge madly!

"Four hundred? Or five hundred?"

Zhang Liang stared at the approaching enemy cavalry and estimated secretly, "How can you, with only 400 men, attempt to attack an army of 40,000?"

"This is not a joke. This is the essence of the nation's anti-Qin forces!"

"Do you really think that your war horses can march straight into this densely packed and well-organized military formation as if they were entering an empty space?"

Zhang Liang suddenly felt dazed and suspected that it was not him who was insane, but his opponent who had gone crazy.

"I just failed to burn the food and grass, and I lost many soldiers and generals, so I chased Ying Zheng for one day. Why did he chase me so desperately?"

"You have suffered two psychological traumas today, and yet you still insist on seeking death... That's all!"

"Since you are determined to die, then come!"

In desperation, Zhang Liang decided to put everything aside for the time being and go straight to his lord to report.

He believed that Ying Zheng must be extremely exhausted at this moment and trapped on the opposite hill. This was the perfect opportunity to capture the King of Qin!

Han Cheng and Xiang Liang stood side by side on the chariot, watching Zhang Liang's elite cavalry being ruthlessly devoured one by one by the heavy cavalry, and their hearts ached.

These knights are the future pillars carefully cultivated by the anti-Qin camp, and the loss of each one is like a heart-wrenching pain!

They knew very well that this tragic pursuit was far more significant than an ordinary battle, and it was related to the fate of the entire anti-Qin cause...

The god of death's scythe reaped lives mercilessly, and every time it swung it seemed to cut out a piece of flesh and blood from the hearts of Han and Xiang.

In just a dozen breaths, the once vibrant life withered away in an instant, leaving behind an empty battlefield with only the sound of the wind humming a sad song.

Han and Xiang's faces were distorted and their eyes were spitting fire, as if burning with endless anger and pain.

Those fallen bodies were once the Great Wall built with their blood and sweat, but now they have turned into cold corpses, stinging their souls.

They hated the black heavy cavalry that was wreaking havoc like ghosts from hell to the core. If they could kill them with their own hands, they would definitely eat their flesh and blood to relieve the hatred in their hearts!

However, reality was like a sharp ice pick, piercing their passion.

All 5,000 cavalrymen under their command were taken away by Zhang Liang and Xiang Yu to carry out the mission, and now there was not a single cavalryman available for deployment in the camp. Facing the galloping enemy, they could only clench their fists and let the flames in their chests surge, but they had nowhere to vent.

Xiang Liang sighed inwardly, wishing his nephew Xiang Yu could be by his side at this moment. With this brave and invincible god of war at his side, wouldn't a few hundred enemy cavalry be wiped out in an instant?
However, the reality is cruel.

They only had more than 40,000 infantrymen left. Although they were numerous, they were like a rock encountering a torrent in front of the heavy cavalry and could not withstand their impact.

"It would be wonderful if these ignorant cavalrymen could run headlong into our infantry formation!"

Han Cheng murmured almost delusional words, and even he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, knowing that this was just self-consolation in despair.

Xiang Liang responded bitterly: "Brother Han, don't have any illusions. The Qin army is strict in military discipline and will never make such a fatal mistake easily."

Before he finished speaking, a dramatic scene suddenly took place.

The heavy cavalry in the distance, like a dark cloud covering a city, did not take a detour as expected, but instead rushed straight towards their position with the force of thunder, with no intention of slowing down.

The two were dumbfounded. Besides being shocked, a touch of ecstasy flashed through their hearts!
Could it be that the enemy general had really lost his mind and dared to fight against the enemy with an egg and walk into a trap?

What kind of shocking information was hidden behind this move that made these hundreds of cavalrymen willing to fight for their lives and vow to take Zhang Liang's head?
Looking at the Death Knights approaching in the billowing smoke and dust, Han Cheng's eyes flashed with determination, and he shouted sternly: "Soldiers, hold your ground, wait for the enemy to penetrate deep into our territory, and then make a concerted effort to wipe out the invading enemy!"

"Here!"

Forty thousand soldiers responded in unison, their voices shaking the nine heavens, like the roar of a lion, shocking everyone.

They held their spears and shields, ready for battle, waiting for the enemy cavalry to step into this death trap forged of steel and flesh.

No matter how brave and skilled the enemy cavalry are, once they break into the infantry formation, they will be like a wild horse stuck in a swamp, and it will be difficult to escape.

Even if one man can defeat a hundred or a thousand men, how many lines of defense can four hundred horses crush?

When his strength is exhausted, that will be the day of his death.

This is a life-and-death struggle that cannot be measured by mathematics. It is a peak showdown of will and courage, and a ruthless trampling of the laws of survival.

The arrow is on the string, ready to be fired at any moment.

The black storm is about to sweep in, and Han Cheng and Xiang Liang are ready.

Wait patiently for the enemy cavalry to step into this carefully woven maze of death. No matter how they struggle, they can only become a short and brilliant blood flower in the long river of history.

Swords were drawn, spears were pointed, and a grand picture of a jungle of death suddenly reappeared in the world.

At this moment, those cavalrymen who were fleeing in panic in the distance were ruthlessly chased down and killed one by one by the Snow Dragon Riders like stray dogs.

The few thousand remaining soldiers stopped in shock while fleeing in a panic and found in horror.

The camp from which they had tried so hard to escape had become the next target of those enemies who were like the demon riders of hell.

For a moment, fear and confusion intertwined, and they were at a loss in the choice between life and death.

Should we turn back and throw ourselves into the battlefield that is about to become a Shura field?

His own eight thousand elite soldiers couldn't even hold out for ten breaths, so how could the forty thousand troops at headquarters resist that torrent of steel?

At this moment, Zhang Liang, who had slowed down his pace in the army and was preparing to slowly retreat to the central camp, seemed to have sensed something, and a sense of uneasiness quietly surged in his heart.

He whipped his horse again, causing it to gallop at the maximum speed it could reach in the dense infantry formation.

(End of this chapter)