Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1112 Reinforcements Arrive Suddenly, Seven Strategies Break Through Like a Hot Iron

This monster is three times the size of an ordinary ox.

A row of bony plates grew on his back.

He has a terrible temper; he can break a tree as thick as a bowl as if it were a blade of grass.

Tuoba Shan, along with several young hunters, spent nearly half a month luring them out one by one with bait in the mountain valley.

Then surround it with seven men, and only when the bull is exhausted do they step forward to put on the reins.

When the dozen or so Iron-spineed Bulls were led back to the village, all the hunters gathered around to watch.

These wild bulls, clad in specially made bone armor with wind-riding patterns to reduce their weight, and equipped with high saddles and reins, became war steeds for charging into battle.

On the evening when the one-month deadline was approaching, Zhang Yuan stood on the stockade wall, watching the three thousand soldiers below the gate, fully equipped and ready to go.

Tuoba Tie carried his newly forged heavy axe, the blade of which was engraved with two battle patterns.

With its combined strength and sharpness patterns, a single axe strike can cleave a millstone-sized bluestone.

Amu led his archer battalion, three hundred men, each carrying a sandalwood bow and quiver filled with armor-piercing arrows.

Tuoba Shan rode the largest iron-spined ox.

The bull wore a bone helmet on its head.

Two demon-patterned leopard fangs were embedded in the bone helmet.

It looks like a primordial war beast that stepped out of an ancient mural.

The armor of three thousand men gleamed with a dull luster in the morning light.

The edges of the leather armor were stained dark red with beast blood, the clan color of the White Frost Remnant.

The battle patterns on the breastplate gleamed faintly.

From a distance, it looks like three thousand dark red stars strung together in the array.

In the ranks, battle flags were raised, their surfaces made of black mane animal hides, with the emblem of the White Frost Clan painted on them in white.

A mountain peak covered in frost and snow.

Under the battle flag, Tuoba Gu and his apprentices inspected the battle patterns on the crossbows and armor one by one, ensuring that every pattern was intact.

Several hunters in charge of the equipment set up three crossbows at the rear of the column, made of black-maned beast leg bones and iron-spine bull tendons.

The crossbow arm was engraved with four battle patterns, and the crossbow bolts were thicker than a human arm, with arrowheads made from the fangs of a demon-patterned leopard.

Zhang Yuan's gaze swept over the three thousand-person queue.

Weapons, armor, warhorses, military formations, battle flags, battle patterns, and war tools—everything bears the rough yet resilient mark of the White Frost Clan.

He didn't know if he had really led an army to aid Tianyuan City; it was a dream from a million years ago.

But standing here now, with three thousand soldiers of the White Frost Clan behind him and the vast primeval forest before him, he felt as if time had overlapped at this moment.

He mounted his horse, pulled on the reins, and rode to the front of the procession.

The eyes of three thousand people were focused on him, and the battle flags fluttered in the mountain wind.

Tuoba Tie raised his heavy axe, Tuoba Shan tightened the reins, and the Iron-Spineed Bulls pawed at each other.

Tuoba Yan stood on the stockade wall, watching the departing troops. His knuckles were white as he gripped his cane, and his expression was a mix of worry and pride.

Zhang Yuan said something in a low voice.

The voice was very low.

Only Tuoba Shan, who was standing beside him, vaguely heard a few words.

Tuoba Shan tilted his head and asked him what he had said, but Zhang Yuan shook his head and did not repeat himself.

The mountains and forests ahead of the group were shrouded in morning mist, and sunlight filtered through the branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light on each person.

The sound of three thousand people's footsteps was orderly and heavy, making the leaves of the trees along the roadside tremble.

"Heavenly Venerable, whatever you are plotting, I, Zhang Yuan, will walk my own path."

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The team walked through the mountains and forests all day.

The next afternoon, Tuoba Shan rode his Iron-Spine Bull back from the front.

The cow's hooves pounded on the gravel, making a series of dull thuds.

He leaned down and pointed to the ridge ahead, saying, "Senior, there's smoke over there. Black smoke, not from cooking, but from burning tents. And there's a smell of blood."

Zhang Yuan looked up.

A layer of grayish-black smoke drifted over the ridge, blown crookedly by the mountain wind, refusing to dissipate.

He could already smell the scent.

The smell of blood mingled with the stench of monsters and the stench of burning leather armor.

"Speed ​​up!" Zhang Yuan spurred his horse, and the warhorse neighed and charged forward.

The three thousand men behind him immediately quickened their pace, and the hoofbeats of the Iron-Spineed Bulls rolled across the valley like muffled thunder.

After crossing the mountain ridge, the battlefield lay before us.

Calling it a battlefield isn't quite accurate; it's more like a slaughterhouse.

Hundreds of tents were overturned in the open space in the middle of the valley.

The tent frame was still burning, and the flames crackled and popped.

The ground was littered with corpses, some of them from monsters, others from humans.

The broken weapon was stuck in the mud, and half a flag hung on a broken tree. The flag had a silver bird painted on it, but the color was no longer visible because it had been soaked in blood.

Deep in the valley, more than a thousand people were crammed behind several overturned trucks.

Women, children, and the wounded were crammed into the innermost part.

Outside were two or three hundred soldiers who were still standing.

Their leather armor was covered in claw marks and bite marks, and their weapons were chipped, but they were still fighting desperately.

They were surrounded by a pack of gray-maned wolves, numbering no less than five hundred.

The alpha wolf lay on a large rock, its body as strong as a bull.

Its eyes were as cold as ice as it looked down at its struggling prey.

Zhang Yuan pulled on the horse and raised his right hand.

The three thousand people behind him stopped at the same time.

The sounds of horses' hooves and cattle's hooves disappeared at the same instant.

The wolves in the valley didn't even notice this side.

They are busy tearing apart the last human defenses.

Zhang Yuan said, "Tuoba Tie, lead your men down the left slope and press down using the 'U' character formation."

"Ayan, take your men and go to the right. Line up a hundred men to block the valley entrance. Don't let a single wolf out."

"Amu, archers, stand in formation and await my command."

Tuoba Tie raised his heavy axe, said nothing, and led his men to cut diagonally across the left hillside.

Two hundred people scattered as they ran, and by the time they reached the bottom of the slope, they had formed a triangular formation.

The front row of heavy troops held the line, the middle row of spears stood like a forest, and the rear row of crossbowmen followed sideways.

The entire formation change was completed on the hillside, as smoothly as a folding fan suddenly opening.

Ayan led a hundred-man squad on the right wing down the mountain ridge on the right.

They kept adjusting their positions on the downhill road, and when they reached the mouth of the valley, they formed a human wall, completely blocking the only exit.

Amu's archers spread out on the hillside.

Three hundred sandalwood bows were drawn to their full extent simultaneously.

The four battle patterns engraved on the bow arm light up in sequence when the string is drawn.

Golden and red light flowed along the bone structure.

Zhang Yuan remained seated on his horse.

He didn't draw his sword; he just watched.

The people who were surrounded heard the commotion.

A burly man covered in blood stood up, supporting himself on the carriage shaft.

He looked up and saw the White Frost battle flag on the hillside, paused for a moment, and then shouted in a hoarse voice, "It's the White Frost Clan! The White Frost Clan has arrived!"

His voice was filled with joy when he shouted.

But when he looked at the number of flags on the hillside, his joy froze.

He glanced back at the two hundred or so remaining soldiers behind him, then at the flag on the hillside, and his smile faded before he could even manage a proper smile.

In his mind, the Bai Shuang descendants were just a small ethnic group.

Among the five major ethnic groups, they are nothing at all.

How many of them can come?

three hundred?

five hundred?

Even if five hundred people come, they're facing over five hundred gray-maned demon wolves. (End of Chapter)