Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

Under the bloody moonlight, strange green smoke was emitting from the corpses piled up in the horse pit.

Hu Yuan suddenly realized that the bamboo thorns were coated with bone-rot grass juice, and the dying warhorse was actually melting!

He suddenly pulled the command flag and roared: "The rear troops turn to the front troops! The light cavalry disperse!"

But as soon as the messenger raised the gong, a whistling arrow pierced his throat.

Twelve red lanterns suddenly lit up in the allied camp, illuminating the rear of the Jin army in every detail.

The thunderous sound of horse hooves came from both wings, and the heavy cavalry of the Chu army closed like an iron gate.

The knight in the front suddenly threw out a chain and iron ball. The spinning weapon swept off the legs of the Jin army archers. Amid screams, three thousand Modao soldiers lined up and emerged from the gaps in the iron cavalry.

These nine-foot giants all had ghost faces, and the seven-foot Mo Dao in their hands reflected the blood-red moonlight. The copper ring at the end of the handle made a death-threatening sound in the night wind.

Guan Yun stood before the battle line with his sword drawn, and a thunderous roar came from under his black iron mask: "Kill!"

The first row of Mo Daos fell at the same time, cutting the Jin army's light cavalry, who were in the front, into two parts, including the men and horses.

The dull sound of the blade splitting flesh and bones and the crisp sound of armor shattering intertwined into the melody of hell, and the splattering blood looked like black rain under the moonlight.

A captain of the Jin army raised his shield to block, but the wooden shield with a fine iron rim was actually cut half a foot into it by the blade, and the remaining force of the blade cut off half of his head.

"Is this a human or a ghost?" Zhang Qing, the cavalry commander of the Jin army, was furious.

His scimitar hit the shoulder armor of the Mo Dao fighter, sparks flew, but the opponent did not move at all.

The nine-foot Mo Dao swung out a full moon arc of light, and the warhorse under Wang Qing's seat split open from the chest and abdomen, and the hot horse intestines wrapped around his ankles.

Before he could break free, the second knife had already pierced through his forehead.

On the wall of Julu city several miles away, the bronze wine jar in Ying Zheng's hand suddenly cracked, and dark red wine dripped through his fingers, leaving bloodstains on his black dragon-patterned combat boots.

"Is this the Jin State's elite cavalry?"

He grabbed Xian Zhen by the throat and dragged him to the battlements of the city wall: "Look at your soldiers! They can't even defeat a group of reckless men with swords!"

Xian Zhen's chained hands tightly grasped the wall tiles, his cloudy eyes reflecting the purgatory scene below the mountain.

When he saw the remains of the Jin army flying in the Modao formation, he suddenly let out a roar like a trapped beast:

"Stupid ruler! You're sending light cavalry into the heavily armored Mo Dao formation. That's like driving sheep into a tiger's mouth!"

Ying Zheng threw the man to the ground, crushing Xian Zhen's chest with his jade-inlaid boots: "Don't forget who was shot through the knee by the Chu army at Hangu Pass! If it weren't for my Great Qin doctor, you would have rotted in the prison cart!"

He suddenly leaned over and pulled the chain, and the iron ring cut into Xian Zhen's bloody wrist: "Send a message to Hu Yuan! Push the remaining 20,000 heavy cavalry forward!"

The bloody whirlwind at the foot of the mountain was still expanding. Guan Yunmo swept his sword across, cutting three Jin cavalrymen in half. The blade embedded itself into the spine of the fourth warhorse and could not be pulled out.

He threw away his knife with a wild laugh, grabbed the spear with his bare hands and threw it back. The spear tip pierced through three Jin soldiers and the remaining force continued to pierce into the flagpole of the Jin army's flag ten feet away.

"happy!"

He picked up the long sword with one hand, and the copper ring on the handle suddenly sprayed out red powder. The Jin cavalry horses that rushed up inhaled the powder and went crazy, turning around and biting their own mounts.

Hu Yuan's personal guards finally collapsed.

Some people knelt down and vomited, some tore off their armor and fled into the darkness, and more people stood there and were chopped into pieces by the Mo Dao.

When he saw the last three hundred armored cavalrymen being forced into a sea of fire by the Modao formation, Hu Yuan suddenly snatched the drumstick and beat the breakout drum like crazy.

"The general has ordered! The entire army is moving forward!" The hoarse roar of the messenger was heard at this time.

Hu Yuan turned his head and looked towards the viewing platform, and for the first time, despair appeared in his eyes - three emerald green sky lanterns were rising there, which was the signal for the Qin army to fight to the death.

Hu Yuan looked at the battlefield shrouded in blood mist, and a taste of rust rose in his throat.

"The crossbow battalion, move forward!" Hu Yuan broke the arrow stuck in the shoulder armor with a slash of his hand.

Thirty giant crossbows covered with rhinoceros skins were pushed to the front of the formation. The crossbow arrows, as thick as wrists, were soaked in black oil. The moment the Jin army archers lit the arrows, the entire night sky was dyed purple-blue.

At this time, Chu Ning in the rear camp suddenly raised three fingers.

Ran Ming, who was standing with his sword in hand, grinned with a mouthful of yellow teeth, and his iron tower-like body slammed into the huge bronze shield.

Three thousand heavily-armored infantrymen roared in unison, their black iron shields slammed heavily into the ground, their axes poked out from the gaps, and they instantly built a wall of steel thorns.

"Fire!" The Jin army's crossbows vibrated violently.

The burning giant arrows whizzed into the shield wall, but only sparks were scratched on the surface of the black iron - these shields were actually made of meteorite iron unique to the Chu State, and the surface was covered with fish scale patterns formed by quenching.

Ran Ming swung the thousand-pound Xuanhua Axe with one hand, and the axe blade split the air with a devil-like scream.

"My men! Show Qin Gou what it means to be tempered into steel!"

The giant axe swept across, and three Jin army crossbows were shattered.

Amidst the flying wood chips, Ran Ming leaped into the Jin army's spear formation. The crisp sounds of the axe blade splitting the shields continued. He actually used the back of the axe to smash two Jin army gunners into meat patties, including their armor.

The Jin army's spearmen were horrified to find that sparks flew when their fine iron spear tips pierced the Chu army's armor.

The chain mail forged by these Zhou Dynasty craftsmen contains a secret. Each piece of armor has tiny barbs, and the spears will be entangled by the armor if they are not careful.

"Change to the hook-and-sickle hands!" Hu Yuan's roar was already tearful.

However, when the Jin army swung their sickles in an attempt to hook down the Chu army, Ran Ming suddenly threw out the iron chain from his waist. The bowl-thick chain hammer swept across ten feet, breaking the thirty sickle hookers in half like straw.

This evil spirit actually jumped onto the Jin army's war drums while stepping on the intestines all over the ground, and chopped off the three-meter-high flag of the central army with one axe.

Ying Zheng on the viewing stand suddenly clapped his hands and laughed.

He reached out to catch a piece of the bloody flag fragment that was floating over, and turned to look at Xian Zhen, whose limbs were chained:

"Xian Zhen, the troops under your command are finally of some use."

Zhang Han handed over the bronze peephole at the right time and said, "Your Majesty, the left wing of the Chu army has revealed a flaw."

The lens clearly reflected the image of the bent blade of Ran Ming's battle axe - even though it was made of meteorite iron, it had cracked after killing three hundred people in a row.

Ying Zheng suddenly lifted Xian Zhen's chin with the tip of his sword and said, "Look, isn't the blood of you Jin people dyeing the blades of the Chu army red?"

His wrist trembled slightly, and the sword cut a bloody mark on Xian Zhen's face: "Send an order, and send 50,000 black-armored warriors out of the city, so that Chu Ning can see the power of my Great Qin warriors!"

Suddenly, a strange horn sounded in the city.

Ran Ming, who was fighting hard, suddenly turned his head and saw dust and smoke blocking the sun in the direction of Julu City.

Countless black-armored cavalrymen flooded over the hills like a tide, and these heavy cavalry of the Qin army roared out!

Hu Yuan suddenly understood something. He rushed towards the command platform like a madman, but was held down by his personal soldiers.

When he saw the big banner with the word "Zhang" embroidered on it in front of the Qin army, he finally realized that he had been fooled by the Qin army!

"Ying Zheng, you are going too far!"

Hu Yuan shouted angrily towards Julu City: "You clearly said you would send reinforcements, but now you let our army attract the main force of the Chu-Zhou coalition forces, and you are reaping the benefits."

The angry voice was drowned out by the shouts of killing. At this moment, Hu Yuan could no longer change the situation of the battle.

And beside Chu Ning, Wu Zhao appeared beside him at some point.

"The Qin army has already set out. It's our turn to fight back."

A burning vengeance flashed across Chu Ning's eyes: "Ying Zheng, your doomsday has come!"