novelraw Chapter 79 : Yue Fei’s Spear (3/9)
Chapter 79 : Yue Fei’s Spear (3/9)
Chapter 79: Yue Fei’s Spear (3/9)
“Hmph! Jin thieves, cease your arrogance!”
At that instant, from within the central army formation composed of the Yili Army and the elites of Canglong Pass, a thunderous roar rang out.
A figure leapt skyward—it was none other than the Vice-General stationed to guard Canglong Pass.
He drew upon the blood-refining might of the one-hundred-and-thirty-thousand soldiers below—an overwhelming torrent of qi and blood, far purer and more potent than that of ordinary troops.
The momentum he unleashed surpassed even Guo Xiazhi by a narrow margin.
Guo Xiazhi’s face changed slightly.
The enemy had clearly come prepared; bolstered by his army formation, his power now exceeded his own.
Seeing that the distance between the two vanguards was less than a li, he made a split-second decision and yanked hard on his reins.
“Turn around—reinforce the central army!”
The one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand iron cavalry of Great Jin moved as one body, abruptly halting their charge and carving out a vast arc across the battlefield.
They then wheeled about and galloped straight toward Guo Donglin and the main forces in the center.
“Trying to flee? Chase them!”
The Vice-General of Canglong Pass would never let them go. At his command,
the one-hundred-and-thirty-thousand Blood Refining Realm elites surged forth like an awakening iron tide, abandoning their defensive fortifications and pursuing the retreating Jin cavalry in a relentless chase.
By this point, all Great Jin forces outside the pass—the two-hundred-thousand infantry under Guo Donglin and the one-hundred-and-fifty-thousand retreating cavalry under Guo Xiazhi—
had been completely trapped within that deadly V-shaped valley.
Almost simultaneously, on the inner-facing walls of Canglong Pass, the battle suddenly escalated.
The three Golden Body Realm generals of Great Jin, who had been taking turns harassing and distracting, seemed to have received a signal—each erupted with an earth-shaking aura.
Three pillars of light burst skyward, joining forces as they descended together in a furious strike upon Li Chong, the main general of Canglong Pass, and his Vice-General.
“Form the array! Defend against the enemy!”
Li Chong’s eyes reddened with fury as he and his Vice-General instantly drew upon the qi-and-blood power of the Canglong Pass garrison.
Two equally formidable Golden Body Realm auras exploded outward to meet the assault head-on.
Boom!
Five Golden Body-level powers clashed above Canglong Pass with a deafening roar.
The violent shockwave tore open the low-hanging clouds and shook the entire fortress.
Fragments of the city wall rained down.
However, Great Jin held the advantage—three Golden Body Realm generals working in concert, each strengthened by their army formation. Soon after the battle began, Li Chong’s Vice-General was already struggling to withstand their relentless assault.
Li Chong felt a surge of panic. He parried a deadly blade-light with his sword and instinctively cast his gaze toward the valley hidden beyond the mountains outside the pass.
He could only place his final hope upon Jiang Zhaoming’s bold and perilous plan.
Otherwise, Canglong Pass might not escape disaster this day.
On the valley floor, as the Anxi cavalry drew within two li of the enemy, Yue Fei finally revealed his fangs.
He stepped forward into the air, standing aloft in the void.
Like a bottomless black hole, a vast power surged upward from the formation, transforming into a boundless torrent of qi and blood that poured unceasingly into his body.
Below, three-hundred-thousand soldiers felt their bodies suddenly lighten.
They gazed up at the figure in the sky with awe and reverence.
So immense a flow of qi and blood—how could one man wield it so effortlessly?
In the Jin infantry formation opposite, Guo Donglin sensed Yue Fei’s rising aura—until it matched his own, equally terrifying in scale.
His expression grew as dark as ink.
This unknown Anxi general was so powerful?
“Good! Good! Good!”
Guo Donglin laughed in fury, his treasured sword humming as he leveled its tip at Yue Fei.
“Then let this commander see what you’re capable of!”
He pushed off the ground, about to meet him in the sky.
“Brother! Let me aid you!”
A sharp shout rang out.
Guo Xiazhi, using the superior mobility of his cavalry, had already shaken off his pursuers and led his elite iron riders back to the central army ahead of time.
Without hesitation, he too drew upon the gathered qi-and-blood of the Jin army. His aura surged violently, stabilizing in the mid Golden Body Realm.
The Guo brothers joined forces; their twin Golden Body auras intertwined, locking firmly onto Yue Fei in the air.
“This general will assist you!”
The Vice-General of Canglong Pass had also arrived. Having left the support of his formation, his aura had fallen back to the early Golden Body Realm.
Gritting his teeth, he flew to Yue Fei’s side, spiritual energy surging around him, ready to fight shoulder to shoulder.
Thus, Guo Donglin in the late Golden Body Realm and Guo Xiazhi in the mid stage,
faced the Vice-General of Canglong Pass at the early stage—and Yue Fei, whose power under the army’s blessing was unfathomable.
A heaven-shaking battle among Golden Body Realm powerhouses was about to erupt.
Seeing all high-tier forces locked in combat, Jiang Zhaoming’s eyes flashed coldly as he swung down his command flag.
In that instant, the silent mountains seemed to awaken.
Heavy footsteps shook the earth, accompanied by piercing metallic screeches and the suppressed roars of beasts.
Ambushers who had lain in wait for so long surged out like a broken dam, flooding from every ridge and forested slope.
Massive war elephants clad in thick iron armor, tusks like spears, carried compact Hongyi Cannons and firing platforms upon their backs.
Each step they took made the ground tremble as they charged irresistibly into the valley.
In the sky, squadrons of gryphon riders controlled their ferocious flying beasts; their enormous wings dimmed the daylight, casting fearsome shadows below.
The Moon-Howling Wolf Riders moved silently along the flanks, their giant wolves’ green eyes glinting coldly, fangs bared.
Behind them marched ranks of heavily armored Black-Armored Infantry, followed by Guan Ning soldiers pushing war chariots and wielding fire lances.
In the center of the valley, the once-fierce Great Jin cavalry and infantry formations were instantly caught in a ten-sided ambush, like prey trapped between colossal pincers.
The prelude of death began to play.
The Hongyi Cannons of the Guan Ning Carriage Camp roared first, hurling blazing iron spheres into the dense ranks.
Flames burst forth; men and horses were torn apart, bones shattered, limbs flew—leaving ghastly craters of flesh and blood.
Almost simultaneously, the gryphon riders dived for the kill.
Boiling, sticky streams of burning fire oil poured down like a fiery waterfall.
Soaked Jin soldiers screamed in agony, their skin blackening and peeling as the flames consumed them, twisting their bodies into writhing torches.
Armor became branding irons; the air filled with the stench of scorched flesh.
On the ground, under the cover of the giant war elephants, the Black-Armored Army and Guan Ning infantry displayed a flawless “infantry-and-armor coordination.”
The war elephants themselves were mobile fortresses of war.
From the Hongyi Cannons mounted on their backs, grapeshot and solid shot blasted apart shields and barricades.
The beasts themselves were unstoppable—their trunks swept like steel whips, flinging cavalrymen and steeds alike into the air.
Their massive legs trampled mercilessly, crushing bone to splinters; blades and arrows bounced harmlessly off their armored hides.
As the war elephants tore open the enemy’s lines, the Black-Armored Heavy Infantry poured in like a tide of iron.
Their armor-piercing pikes thrust viciously; fire lances fired point-blank; through smoke and flame, enemy ranks fell in heaps.
The Guan Ning infantry advanced steadily in paired formations, shields and blades working in deadly harmony, cutting down the disordered foe with precision.
Meanwhile, the Moon-Howling Wolf Riders — those swift, spectral killers — darted through the battlefield’s edges and gaps at blinding speed.
They did not clash head-on but instead exploited the agility of their giant wolves,
slipping like ghosts into small, scattered Jin units thrown into chaos by cannon fire and elephant charges.
Their curved blades, driven by the momentum of the wolves’ charge, sliced cleanly across unguarded throats or hacked through limbs with brutal force.
They struck and vanished like the wind, preying on stragglers, wounded men, and panicked officers.
In their wake remained only spurting blood and swiftly cooling corpses.
The once-beautiful valley was instantly transformed into a field of carnage. War elephants trumpeted, gryphons screeched, cannon thundered, and dying men wailed—all woven into a single, horrifying symphony.
Of course, everyone knew one truth—the battle below could not decide the war.
The true outcome would be determined in the sky!