novelraw Chapter 291 - 128: Muo Long: The Advantage Is Mine! (Part 3)
Chapter 291 - 128: Muo Long: The Advantage Is Mine! (Part 3)
For over a dozen days, it frequently soared above, secretly watching over the Human Race’s camp.
Seeing the Human Race’s camp still in chaos, Muo Feilong finally left satisfied.
...
Three days later.
Under the night sky.
As usual, when setting up camp, the Xiaoyang attacked again.
In the seemingly chaotic Human Race big camp, the tents were eerily quiet, as each Heavy Armor Martial Artist quietly polished their heavy blade.
Huo Chang stood on a war chariot, flanked by hundreds of Luo River Bo Division’s Celestial Vein Martial Artists.
As for the three thousand Antelope Qilin Cavalry, they had long charged out to encircle the harassing Xiaoyang.
From the start of the nightly retreat, the camp had been feigning laxity outside while being tightly secured inside, with thirty thousand Heavy Blade Soldiers never leaving their armor.
He determined that the Xiaoyang would launch a massive night raid while their Xiaoyang Race was harassing.
For the past three days, during the daytime march, the carts supposedly carrying wounded soldiers actually had Heavy Blade Guard Warriors disguised as injured, lying in wait, wide awake each night.
"Elder Huo, do you think the Xiaoyang will attack today?"
Luo Feng’s eyes were darkened with fatigue, exasperated by the persistent Xiaoyang.
Back at Luo River, he never thought the Xiaoyang of Ji Land would be this troublesome.
It was unimaginable how the Ji Land Human Race managed to hold them off for so long.
Yet some relief came from Ji Land blocking them, otherwise, the Luo River might have been overrun by the Xiaoyang.
Though he somewhat wanted the Luo River wiped out, he felt uncomfortable if it was done by the Xiaoyang.
Huo Chang quietly continued wiping his battle blade.
"It’s only a matter of days, if not today, then tomorrow."
Huo Chang wouldn’t tell Luo Feng that the Xiaoyang were damned well learning by imitating his Blazing Flame tactics.
Over the past weeks, the garrisoned Clan Soldiers, even with calming Witch Medicine, developed great Fire Qi from the Xiaoyang’s persistent harassment, repeatedly charging out to annihilate the invaders.
For this, Huo Chang did not intervene, for an act must be convincing to deceive the Xiaoyang, and some casualties were inevitable.
Without exception, as long as the Clan Soldiers charged too far out, they most often suffered heavy losses.
Along with the three thousand Antelope Qilin Cavalry, over a thousand had been lost in half a month.
Originally brought from the Luo River to forge into elite forces like Blood Sea and Heavy Blade Soldiers,
Encountering such a backstabbing imitation like the Xiaoyang, Huo Chang threw out the Antelope Qilin Beasts.
The gains and losses are measured after the war, not before the fight even begins.
If not ruthless now, the losses in the decisive battle will only be greater.
Rumble!
Woo!
Suddenly, horn sounds blared from all directions of the camp, and the ground began to shake.
On the surrounding wasteland, countless Xiaoyang lay prone, charging toward the camp.
A unit of over two thousand Crocodile Dragon Cavalry first collided with the Antelope Qilin Cavalry, which had charged out to encircle the harassing Xiaoyang.
Such immensely built cavalry, when a charge happens in melee, means a path of blood and crushed bones for ordinary Clan Soldiers.
"Kill!"
Muo Feilong rode atop a large-bodied Crocodile Dragon, leading the arranged Xiaoyang toward the camp.
"Brother Qiu Que, it’s your time for revenge."
Muo Feilong glanced back at the dozen or so Celestial Vein Martial Artists of the Qiu Yin Lineage following.
As Muo Feilong advanced, the dark formation of elite Xiaoyang War Soldiers behind transformed into a long dragon, charging at the Human Race camp.
The Xiaoyang previously harassing and charging from all directions toward the camp were merely gathered tribal soldiers, but these were the main force of tonight.
Slaughter the Human Race.
For tonight, Muo Feilong had rallied the withdrawn remnants from the Yang Mountain Ruins Market, assembling a hundred thousand elite forces, and conscripting another hundred thousand Clan Soldiers from various tribes for harassment roles.
Muo Long followed beside Muo Feilong, wielding a long spear, feeling his blood and qi surge explosively, shooting skyward.
Kill, kill, kill!
After today, he would earn fame throughout all Xiaoyang tribes.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
From the defensive walls formed by large carts, giant arrows sang as they shot towards the incoming Xiaoyang.
Compared to past harassments, this time Xiaoyang launched a full-scale assault.
The giant arrows pierced through hundreds of meters, consequently skewering over a dozen Xiaoyang.
Rumble, rumble!
Yet even the rapid firing of giant arrows couldn’t stop the swarm of Xiaoyang, and soon several plowed directly into the cart defensive walls.
One after another...
Rumble!
Finally, part of the defensive wall was shattered, and the Xiaoyang charged in, howling.
Woo!
At this moment, horn sounds reverberated.
Carts that had not been breached swiftly moved, with a dozen soldiers grabbing hold of specially designed cart arms, charging toward the attacking Xiaoyang.
A square cast-iron block, filled with long knives, appeared atop the cart compartments.
With long knives at the forefront, followed by the cart pushers, the luckless Xiaoyang charging upfront were immediately riddled with holes.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Roar!
Concurrently, as the carts reformed, Huo Chang infused blood energy into the Bronze War Chariot, charging toward Muo Feilong.
Fierce Evil Qi swept around, making Luo Feng’s long hair flutter wildly, his mouth making woo sounds, shouting kill, kill, kill.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The time spent together made Huo Chang think perhaps the kid had some screws loose.
However, it wasn’t significant; he was still usable.
Seeing Huo Chang driving the chariot with Luo Feng charging out, over four hundred Luo River Celestial Vein Martial Artists grudgingly followed on either side.
Under the night sky, on the vast wasteland, bursts of blood energy erupted continuously, with flames rising skyward.
A ten-foot-tall Kui Ox Divine Form plowed across the terrain, overturning the Xiaoyang Race Soldiers along the path, heading straight for Muo Feilong.
There was no choice; Muo Feilong was conspicuous, probably thinking this battle would be a significant victory, wearing a splendid set of Witch Rune Armor, glittering under the night sky.