If it were any ordinary armored cavalry, facing such a predicant, they could only be helpless.
After all, heavily equipped, they couldn’t outrun nor strike effectively.
But Losa is no ordinary man.
He raised his hand, and a cluster of flas suddenly ignited in his palm. The fla magic, empowered by the [King of Volcanoes], turned the fireball in his hand into sothing as large as a basin.
"Golden dogs, prepare to die!"
Under the terrified gazes of the ambusher cavalry, Losa chuckled, and directly threw the fireball technique he’d learned from Anna over these days.
Although this world’s Song Jin differs from the one before.
Losa harbored no sympathy whatsoever for these Jins who stord out from the remote mountains, pillaging, burning, and committing nothing short of atrocities.
The fireball shot out in a straight line, carrying the sound of whistling wind. The speed wasn’t fast, about the speed of an average arrow, and hitting a swiftly moving enemy would undoubtedly be a challenge.
This was rely the basic version of the fireball technique. Losa also mastered a more advanced version that could control the trajectory of the fireball even after being released, but the spiritual power consumption would increase drastically.
But dealing with opponents of this level, he felt the basic version was more than sufficient.
He needed to conserve his spiritual power, after all, the limit was only so much, killing enemies in the simulated battle wouldn’t level him up nor restore his full status.
Normally, to fully replenish exhausted spiritual power, an entire night’s rest was needed, along with a series of after-effects like headaches, spiritual weariness, and drowsiness.
The fireball accurately hit the ambusher cavalry trying to dodge, instantly turning him into a torch, the rider along with his mount fell to the ground dead before even making a sound.
The high temperature of this fireball technique, enhanced by the [King of Volcanoes], was by no ans a re ordinary fla.
The ambusher cavalry were shocked and clamored loudly.
Losa couldn’t understand what they were saying, guessing it was nothing more than exclamations of "Demon technique" or "Demon."
As fierce as these ambusher cavalryn were, they had no choice but to retreat far away, only daring to shoot arrows from a distance to harass him. But at such a distance, the weak riding bows beca even softer and weaker, incapable of threatening Losa at all.
Losa turned around and looked at the refugees fleeing, sighing lightly.
The humiliation of Jingkang, the Northern fall.
Countless people fell victim to the hands of barbarians who were far more savage than the Qidan.
Though the Song Dynasty was weak in military but wealthy. The northern Jin severely defeated the Qidan and Liao people, who in turn could easily thrash the Song army once they faced them, completely tearing apart the Great Song Dynasty’s facade, enabling the Jin to see through the Song’s vulnerability, like a tender piece of at.
In Losa’s past life, whenever he read this part of history, he couldn’t help but lant. The people of Song were too devastated, dealing with the Qidan wolves, then faced the Jurchen tigers and leopards, expelling the Jurchens only to face Tatar cavalry.
Just when Losa intended to intercept the enemies head-on, to offer so refuge to the fleeing civilians, his mind suddenly rang with alarm, his back felt sharp pains like being pricked with needles.
Losa instinctively leaned back.
He heard the whistling wind.
A sharp javelin flew past his nose, striking sparks on the golden mask helt.
Bang—
The javelin hit a willow tree, piercing straight through and continued through two more trunks before finally deforming and smashing to pieces.
What a forceful blow!
Losa turned his head, just catching sight of a Jin commander, adorned with a silver mask helt, majestically sitting astride a magnificent warhorse.
He wore a helt with a four-banded eyebrow design, his Zha Armor shoulder cape and face guard concealing his entire face, only revealing a slit for his eyes, intensely focused on Losa.
The surrounding Jin cavalryn, sowhat surprised, uttered a few words, seemingly amazed at Losa dodging the attack.
Losa took down the kite shield adorned with a Double-headed Eagle Badge from the saddle and held it before his chest, gravely eyeing this adversary.
This enemy was formidable; although he had a series of trump cards yet to be played, one must understand he was now alone, and there might be abundant reinforcents for the enemy.
Unfortunately, he ca in only wearing the golden mask helt this ti; the lobster helt for the Winged Cavalry Commander was with Jeanne. With his mount’s foot strength, running was certainly not an option.
He had no choice but to fight!
Losa tightly gripped the armored lance in his hand, his fingers gently rubbing the helicoidal pattern along the middle section of the iron spear.
Confronted with such dire circumstances, he wasn’t worried at all.
After all, even if he died here, at worst, he’d exit early, unable to assist Jeanne much in the face-off against Jin Wushu.
However, truthfully speaking, if Furinjira, Chelina, and Prajna arrived, his presence or absence seed vastly insignificant.
Thinking this way.
Instead, he felt a resurgence of boldness he had during the simulated battle, leading his army, organized by investing everything he had, in a death charge against the enemy.
The thought filled his heart with extre elation.
Losa pointed his lance at the Jin commander, and shouted loudly: "You golden dog, declare your na, for no naless man shall be slain under my spear!"
It is worth noting that the official language of the Song Dynasty in this Yesterday’s Giant Ship World scarcely differed from Mandarin, allowing Losa to communicate seamlessly with the locals.
The Jin commander raised his voice and shouted in imperfect Chinese:
"I am Gule Tai, a Centurion under the Third Crown Prince of Great Jin. I’ve heard from my n that you are a blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner capable of using Demon Technique. Why do you fight for the Song people?"
Losa was startled, not expecting such strength from a re Centurion. If it were a Chiliarch, wouldn’t he surely suppress him?
With a slight smile, Losa replied, "I am no foreigner. I am Losa, a Border Area General from the Great Qin of Taixi far to the west of the Western Regions. When you et King Yan after your death, you can tell him that na."
"What Great Qin, I’ve never heard of it."
"That’s because you Jin dogs are ignorant, re barbarians dwelling in deep mountains and forests, unworthy of knowing the might of Great Qin."
Rarely did he have such an opportunity to speak Chinese freely; he carelessly boasted a few words, raised his Armored Lance, and charged at the Jin Centurion.
"Your mouth is clever. When I take your head, I will rip your tongue out and feed it to the dogs."
The Jin Centurion scoffed, accepted a weapon similar to a Great Guandao handed by Alixi (Military Servant), and confronted Losa.
A loud clang was heard.
The iron-bound Kite Shield in Losa’s hand was nearly shattered by the Jin Centurion, but Losa’s lance easily pierced through his thick Zha Armor, impaling his chest.
Then, exerting strength with his hand, he lifted the Jin Centurion and slamd him onto the ground.
Amid the fog, Losa’s face was blood-red, with the Dragon Bloodline surging rapidly within him, having evidently used the Bloodfall Technique.
He shouted loudly, not caring if the Jin scouts understood, his voice booming like a bell: "re Jin dogs, not worth a sneer. Is there anyone else capable enough to fight ?"
The scouts looked at each other in awe, montarily intimidated by the masked man’s aura, and though they were battle-hardened veterans from a sea of blood and corpses, they felt a chill in their guts, tempted to turn and flee.
"Ha."
Losa intended to sneer as he leisurely withdrew to find his army, but suddenly, dense hoofbeats and footsteps reverberated from the thick fog in the distance.
Soon, over a hundred armored cavalry wielding mask helts charged out from the fog, and from farther away, many scouts and light cavalry, along with Qidan and Han Vassal Army, began encircling.
Due to the fog, it was impossible to count.
In an instant, Losa found himself surrounded.
The crowd parted, and a Jin general approached Losa, escorted by several Iron Butcher Cavalry.
Soone whispered by his ear before he loudly asked, "Was it you who killed Gule Tai just now?"
Losa’s expression beneath the mask remained unchanged as he loudly replied, "It was , Jin dog, dare you fight ?"
The situation was dire, the retreat completely blocked.
He resolved to activate [Half-Dragon Transformation] and fight to the death, intending to kill as many as possible, as they might be part of the five thousand troops under Jin Wushu.
If he could eliminate a portion, he could reduce so pressure on Jeanne.
"Kill him."
The Jin commander clearly had no intention of dueling with Losa. With a wave of his hand, countless powerful bows and crossbows were aid at Losa, produced mostly by the Song Dynasty, undoubtedly deadly weapons.
Though they posed no threat to the Dragon Scale Armor, the Scale Armor Horse Armor on his steed could not withstand them.
Yet at that mont, another wave of dense hoofbeats sounded.
The Jin commander hesitated and asked his subordinates, "Is there any cavalry from that Centurion that hasn’t caught up?"
The subordinates exchanged glances.
"Reporting to Chiliarch, the fog is everywhere, we don’t know how many brothers have gotten lost."
"But they must be our own. Those Song people might defend if relying on city walls, but don’t have the courage to fight us in the field."
The Jin commander listened again, but then exclaid in shock, "No, if they were our own, how could the scout sentinels give no response? They must be the enemy!"
Accompanied by a high-pitched warhorse cry.
From the fog, a Silver Armored Knight charged forward, holding aloft a flag emblazoned with a Double-headed Eagle, followed by winged cavalry seemingly born with wings!
In an instant, these winged cavalry crashed into the ranks of Jin soldiers like thunder.
Further behind, nurous Teutonic Knights clad in White Cross Cloaks rallied, brandishing lances and shouting as they attacked the unsuspecting Jin.
"In the na of the Father."
"For the will of the Heavenly Father!"
In a flash, countless Jin Vassal Army soldiers were trampled to death.
Within the fog, countless infantry of various armor stealthily approached the battlefield.
The Varangian Guard charged at the forefront, wielding Two-Handed Great Axes, chopping down even the heads of horses covered in Zha Armor.
"Kill their leader!"
The Jin commander, seeing the tide of battle turn unfavorable, roared angrily and led over a hundred Iron Butchers to charge at the winged cavalry led by Jeanne.
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