Chapter 16 Ambition of the Lord of the Autumn Moon

Su He sat on horseback and looked coldly at a group of tens of thousands of cavalry coming in the distance with red eyes. The fiery red maple flag floated like fire, as if it were stained with blood. Su He bit his lip with his teeth, and the blood on his lips oozed on the tip of his tongue, and the sweet smell fainted in his mouth. He spat and scolded hatefully, "Damn it, the light armored gun rider of Mengyang Qiuyue Kingdom!"

He raised* and shouted, "Warriors, another flock of lambs. Hold your knives tightly and kill--" The fierce riders are like killing red-eyed beasts, and the horses also follow the crazy warriors to arouse aggressive blood. Nearly 40,000 iron riders straightened up again, roared with their weapons high, and ran over them like Qiuyue's light armored guns like thunder.

The fierce riders have been killed for nearly two hours, but their charge is still shocking. As Ye Mingshan knows, this group of cavalry has no need to be unstable and ready to go. They can organize an effective charge anytime and anywhere. They can always crush everything like thunder rolling on the ground.

The warriors of the black armored dark horse rushed to the red maple leaf flag like a black wave without hesitation. The warrior riding the Mengyang light armor gun is like facing a winding black python. The bright * is the tusks of the python, waiting to swallow them. But the red maple flag charged in front of them, and the warriors dared not leave the flag to escape by themselves, because it was their Lord Feng Mid-Autumn Festival. If something happens to the owner, tens of thousands of them, including the family members of Qiuyue, will serve as mates. So they can only charge behind the country's lord, charge, and charge regardless of their lives.

The warrior who raised the flag roared loudly: "Raider, throw!" With an order, tens of thousands of feet long iron-headed wooden spears covered the sky and shot away at the magnificent riders. The number of light armored gun riders in Qiuyue Country is only 10,000. Their combat power is not very strong, but every gun rider warrior can throw 20 catties of long guns 250 steps away with their bare hands. Maybe it's nothing on weekdays, but in the face of a fierce iron horse, this is a magic skill. The heavy armor of vigorous riding can resist the arrows shot by the hard bow with 700 pounds of tension, mainly because the arrow body is light and not penetrating enough. But this long gun is different. The long gun weighing 20 catties is enough to penetrate the iron armor at high speed. The lethality of the vigorous riding should not be underestimated.

Su, who rushed to the front, suddenly strangled the horse, and his powerful inertia almost threw him out. He clamped the horse's abdomen with his legs to barely stabilize his figure. Su He's eyes were resurrected with dense light spots - the cold light emitted by the sharp spearmen of tens of thousands of long guns under the morning sun. He roared in the most sad and harsh voice: "Get back and stop charging--"

It's too late. The nearly-long gun ran through the front of the fierce warrior, and the war horse suddenly panicked. Su and Lema retreated, and a long gun went through his chest and penetrated from the horse's abdomen. The horse hissed, like a jade mountain. He also fell off his horse. Seeing that he would be penetrated, several heroic warriors rushed to him and blocked the flying spears for Su He with their bodies. The blood of the warriors splashed on Su He's face, and Su He's eyes opened angrily. These people died for him. He is the leader of the vigorous riding. These warriors left the grassland with themselves and the king and left their hometown with the infinite care of their relatives. Now do they want to bury their bones in their hometown? Su and the blood on his face lay down with tears. For the first time, he found himself so small and powerless that nothing could be changed.

The sharpness of the long gun passed, and he climbed out from under the body of the heroic riding warrior who covered him and looked around. At this time, the war was stalemate, and Mengyang's light armored brigade was able to barely draw with the vigorous cavalry. But after all, the vigorous riding is the emperor on the battlefield. It will be a matter of time before winning. Grassland warriors have the same patience and endurance as wolves. But now this 10,000 light cavalry is undoubtedly a strange division to reverse the war, help the power of the enemy, and destroy their own aspirations. Su He couldn't help getting angry. As long as there is more than half an hour, as long as there is another half an hour, Mengyang's tens of thousands of light armored brigade can't live. Now that so many people have died, they can only temporarily retreat.

The heroic ride lost nearly 10,000 people. This is undoubtedly a fatal loss for the heroic riders with a total strength of only 40,000. Su He looked at the king who was still fighting fiercely with Yeming Mountain and was relieved again - as long as the king did not die, the prestige of the fierce riding would not fall, and the king was the soul of this army. He suppressed the anger in his heart and roared, "Strongly ride, withdraw!"

Su He is not a reckless hero. He knows the importance, and now he has a great loss. Only by retreating first can he have a chance to rise again. This time, there was a chance to destroy the light armor brigade of Mengyang Night Kingdom, but it was too sudden for Qiuyue Kingdom to ride 10,000 light armor guns. Now the best way is to return to Yining City, where there are nearly 100,000 troops in Chinasi, which is enough to protect yourself!

The heroic riding warriors of black armor did not retreat immediately, and they untied the armor and * on the warriors who died in battle - these had to be taken back and passed on to the young people of Chinasi. Their herdsmen who grew up in the bitter cold land have been passed down from generation to generation. The heroic warriors did not have the sadness of the death of their comrades-in-arms. Their faces were like blood-stained armor, and their eyes were as fierce as fire in their indifference. Even their retreat was as vigorous as thunder, without any sense of decadence.

The battle between the king and Ye Mingshan continued. The king shook off the broken fourth* in his hand, jumped back, picked up a knife, and continued to meet him. When he met such a strong opponent, the king was not afraid but happy. How long has it been since he fought against people so soundly? He was very excited and seemed to go back to his youth. The vitality that seemed to kill a cow with his bare hands made every detail of his whole body lively. Ye Mingshan's eyes are still so quiet, like the deep night sky, which makes people want to get lost in it. The sword in his hand seemed to be a vicious snake, swallowing the poisonous letter.

The remaining warriors of Mengyang gathered together and silently watched the general fight with people. Their reverence seems to look at the most sacred god. The prestige of General Zhentian in Yemingshan has been rooted in the hearts of the warriors for a long time. They can see the scene of the general fighting with their own eyes. They feel that it is the greatest glory in this life. Similarly, the vigorous rider warriors also looked at their king from afar and waved their arms like an eagle, spreading the frenzy in the heart of a grassland warrior like a prairie fire. The battlefield full of corpses turned into these two people. The huge battlefield was like a bleak stage, allowing them to wave their blades, cut the air, splash blood, and blow up the flames in their chests.

Feng Zhongqiu, the lord of Qiuyue, also looked at the two people from afar. His face was ugly - the decisive battle between Yemingshan and the king of Chinasi had a great impact on him, and he may not be able to surpass these two people in his life. But how can he be willing to be under people? He knows that he doesn't have the momentum to move forward, but he has a meticulous mind and he has a lot of tricks. The brave fought the world, splashed the beautiful rivers and mountains with blood, and then stepped on their feet in pieces. And wise men seek the world, plan strategies thousands of miles away, scold Fang Yu, and plan to determine the eight wilderness. He thinks he is such a resourceful talent, and he also has a heart to compete for deer in the Mid-Autumn Festival! He rushed to the battlefield in person this time just to see if Ye Mingshan was dead! There are three people on Mengyang's head. Needless to say, the emperor is the other two, the lord of the Ye Kingdom, the general of Zhentian, Ye Mingshan, the lord of Ling, and the prime minister of Zuo Fenglie. If he wants to rise to power in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he must pass these two people. But when he saw Ye Mingshan, who was as martial as a god and demon at this time, his heart suddenly became heavy again. I am 49 years old and no longer young. If I don't make any progress, I will lose my last chance.

What a strange scene at this time. The tripartite army, hundreds of thousands of people, stared at two people. It seems that the whole world trembles and breaks between the two swords, and those two people seem to be the only one in the world...

"Lord, Lord, opportunity!" A polite man in his 30s quietly came over and whispered in Feng Zhongqiu's ear.

"Oh? What's your opinion, sir?" Feng Zhongqiu looked at the man with a sincere face. This is a talent he found. He is quick-thinking, sharp-eyed, and can always guide himself in a mess. Qiuyue Kingdom also became strong with the help of this person. Without this man named Lu Miaobai, there would be no Qiuyue Kingdom now.

"It depends on how brave the lord is. As long as the lord is bold enough, I can guarantee that today is a good time for my autumn moon country to turn over!" Lu Miaobai's beard on his mouth flew up and down with the movement of his lips, which was so cute, but the yin sna in his eyes could not be concealed. Lord, you can shoot the king of Chinasi with random arrows at this time. As long as the king of Chinasi dies and the enemy has no leader, he will retreat. You will be the greatest meritorious official in this Qinwang battle. You can use this great achievement to ask the emperor to reward the three armies and successfully lead the army into the imperial capital. As long as our army enters the imperial capital, everything will go well!"

Feng Zhongqiu looked at this polite man, looked at his deep eyes, and said quietly, "Sir is really bold! What if the enemy's king dies and the rest of the barbarians go crazy? Ten thousand of us are not enough to see in front of the crazy horse! In addition, if the arrows are shot, it will inevitably kill Ye Mingshan. If he dies, the emperor and the Wenwu of the Man Dynasty will not give up!"

Lu Miaobai smiled faintly and said nothing. Just quietly watching Feng Zhongqiu on horseback, waiting for his decision.

Feng Zhongqiu's eyes also gradually cooled down, and he whispered, "Do you mean--"

"Yes, it's just to kill both of them!" Lu Miaobai's voice suddenly became gloomy. When the king of Chinassi died, he could completely use the light armored brigade of the Night Kingdom as a shield to withstand the vigorous riding, and by the way, it consumed the background of the Night Kingdom. As for the death of General Zhentian, which caused the dissatisfaction of the minister and the new emperor to you, I don't think you need to care at all. As long as our army of Qiuyue arrives in the city, what is the emperor? What are the ministers? What else can they say after killing them all? Lord, success or failure depends on your courage!"

Feng Zhongqiu silently looked at the two people who were still fighting, and the light in his eyes also cooled down. He really wants to get power so much that an autumn moon country can't satisfy him at all. Only the whole Mengyang Dynasty and even the Fanyang Dynasty can have enough sense of achievement under his command! Thinking of this, he couldn't help shouting out. But in the sound of the two demon-like men's blades, he didn't even dare to speak loudly...

"Lord, this is your only and best opportunity to rise to power," Lu Miaobai stared at the Lord and said.

The lord muttered, "The only one? The best? I understand..." He cheered up, as if his whole body was much lighter after making up his mind. He waved, and a centurion immediately came over and knelt down to listen to the order. Take your 100-person team, long bow long shot, don't hide anything, take out the hyperbolic anti-bending composite bow we bought from Yining City last year, and be sure to shoot those two!" The lord pointed a horse whip at Ye Mingshan and the king in the center of the battlefield and ordered.

The centurion trembled and he said, "Lord - that's the general of Zhentian!"

Feng Zhongqiu said coldly, "Yes, I just want him to die..."