Northern Prefecture Rivers and Mountains

Chapter 93 Night Battle
"Scout, where is the scout?" Bai Longzi shouted.

But no one responded. The enemy came too quickly, and it was dark, so the scouts might not be able to react in time.

There was a panic in the Ran camp. The rebel soldiers were awakened less than an hour after they fell asleep and had no idea what was going on.

The area around the city was bare, with only a few piles of stone and not even a single deer antler standing up.

In the blink of an eye, the cavalry jumped out from the darkness. The dozen or so riders in the front were wearing iron armor, each holding a long spear. The more than a hundred riders following behind were not wearing armor, but each held a ring-handled sword, which gleamed coldly in the light of the fire.

What frightened Bai Longzi and Zhang Fonuo even more was their eyes, which flashed with faint light like those of vicious wolves.

"Defend against the enemy!" The bandit chiefs are also tough guys who have experienced the test of life and death.

Immediately, two or three hundred bandits raised their spears and tried to stop the cavalry.

But in the panic, they couldn't establish their formation and the cavalry charged forward without hesitation.

With screams, the bandits were either thrown away or chopped to the ground by the ring-handled swords.

Clouds of blood mist exploded in the darkness.

Over a hundred cavalrymen seized the opportunity and charged onto the fortress. The leading general reared up from his horse and, with a flick of his spear, knocked off a bandit soldier hanging from the blade. "Xingyang Mao Dezu is here! The bandits shall die!"

The warhorse's hooves landed on the ground, and it rushed out like lightning, crashing into the enemy group.

He swung his long spear left and right, killing several people in a row.

The bandit army that had just assembled saw how powerful this man was and immediately scattered.

But two legs were destined to be no match for four. After running only two steps, the long knife swept across the back of the head, and the head flew off...

With less than 150 cavalrymen, they were like a group of unstoppable warriors on the fort, unstoppable and unstoppable to all the bandits.

Zhang Fonu's forehead veins bulged at the scent of blood, and his scarred face became even more ferocious. "The enemy is short of manpower. As long as we hold the Ran's Fort, we can wear them down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under the starlight, eight-colored flags emerged from the night, with long spears standing upright and steps steady.

Like a tiger among a flock of sheep, they advanced forward along the bloody path created by the cavalry.

Although they were few in number, their formation was tight. Three bandits came to resist them, but as soon as they met, arrows flew and spears stabbed everywhere, and the bodies of the bandits fell to the ground like wheat being cut.

Leaving behind more than a hundred corpses, the enemy army fled in panic.

"Hold your ground, don't pursue, keep moving forward!"

The soldiers continued to march forward at a steady pace, and the eight-colored flags were not in disarray at all.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Bai Longzi's face. He was also a Qu Hou in the Qin army and had seen many big scenes, but many elite soldiers of the Di Qin could not compare to the discipline of this group of people.

I felt something bad in my heart.

After nearly an hour of fighting, the group still stood firm.

There was a layer of corpses piled up under the formation.

But there were also many brave men among the bandit army. They were wearing iron armor and holding big axes. They rushed forward under the arrows shot by the enemy, but were pierced like hedgehogs by more than a dozen long spears.

Those who had no armor to protect them were knocked to the ground by the arrows.

The dozen or so bandit soldiers who rushed forward all fell in a pool of blood at the first sight.

The enemy suffered fewer than five casualties...

The surrounding bandits were all frightened and dared not move forward, so they formed a big circle.

The enemy troops formed their battle array on the corpses, looking down from a high position, motionless as a mountain, as if a dagger pierced the enemy's heart.

The eight-colored flags seemed to be stained with a layer of glory under the light of the fire.

High morale, strict formations, calm soldiers... everything shows that this enemy army is different from others.

The cavalry of more than a hundred people cruised around the periphery, charging and killing from time to time, preventing the enemy army from concentrating all its efforts to encircle and kill the infantry in the middle.

"Our army outnumbers them tenfold. What is there to fear? Don't panic. Surround and kill them!" Zhang Fonu's single eye flashed blood red. Although the enemy was formidable, their only weakness was their lack of manpower.

As long as they drag it out and the cavalry is exhausted, their chance will come.

"Kill!" The bandits shouted loudly, and more than a dozen brave bandits mustered up the courage to charge. When they looked back, they found that there were only a few comrades around them, and the large group was motionless. They then cleverly softened their feet and fell to the ground.

The others followed suit, and more than a dozen people made the same move and fell to the ground. It was inexplicably funny.

"Rat!" Zhang Fonuo was furious, but helpless.

After all, these people are not his subordinates.

At this moment, fire dragons appeared in the north, west and south.

The crowd was in an uproar, "Don't let a single bandit go!"

"Food, all of it is food..."

"Finally I can eat my fill, hahaha..."

Crazy laughter echoed back and forth across the wilderness, like a group of evil spirits just released from purgatory.

"What...what's going on?"

Unable to tell the situation in the dark, the bandit chiefs finally panicked. If one enemy army was so formidable, how could they survive if they were bitten by so many?
They exchanged glances with each other, telling each other that they came here to burn, kill and loot, not to be burned and killed by others.

"Fools, do you think you can escape? Once the enemy troops are fully deployed, the city will be empty. Follow me and charge into the city, and there will be a way to survive!"

Zhang Fonu jumped on his horse, having already guessed that the enemy was bluffing, and had also thought of a way to deal with it.

It’s just that the rebel troops were unable to obey orders.

They were already frightened by the troops that had broken into their camp, so how could they be willing to rush over ten miles to attack the city?
This requires the courage to burn one's boats and the determination to die with the enemy.

Not to mention these bandit troops, even the once powerful Qin army might not be able to do it.

This bandit army has many similarities with the Qin army in the Battle of Feishui. Both are a mixture of various forces and have their own ideas.

"You..." Zhang Fonu looked back and saw that the bandit chiefs were retreating. He couldn't help but get furious.

The bandit chiefs ignored him and turned around and fled.

Even Bai Longzi jumped on his horse and fled westward with his men. Before he had taken two steps, he ran into the cavalry. The two horses crossed each other, and a spear pierced through Bai Longzi's head from the darkness, throwing him away.

"Mao Dezu is here, come and die, chief of the bandits!" The enemy general's cold eyes were fixed on Zhang Fonuo.

Various red and white objects were hung on the long spear, exuding a murderous aura that made Zhang Fonuo feel a chill in his heart for no reason.

At this time, the rebel army had completely collapsed and fled in all directions. Even many of Zhang Fonu's close followers secretly escaped.

But a big net had already been spread out for them in the wilderness.

Zhang Fonu gritted his teeth, raised his spear, urged his horse, and rushed towards the enemy general.

More than twenty riders followed closely behind him.

In the flash of lightning, the two horses crossed each other, and Zhang Fonu's left arm flew into the night sky. Then several ring-handled swords came towards him. The warhorse screamed, and Zhang Fonu and his horse were chopped into more than a dozen pieces.

Mao Dezu dismounted, drew the long sword from his waist, and chopped off Zhang Fonu's head...

The other bandit chiefs did not suffer a good end either, as they were pursued by the crazy crowd.

"Don't let any thieves escape, they are all food!"

"Kill!"

There were shouts all over the mountains and plains.

(End of this chapter)