In the distance, dust billowed up as a squad of Mongolian cavalry charged in like a storm.
The leading Mongolian Cavalry Leader, with a sinister smile on his face, shouted loudly, "I've heard this caravan carries a great deal of treasure, today is our payday, brothers, charge!"
Their eyes glistened with greed, like hungry wolves spotting their prey, they rushed directly at Shi Feiyang's "caravan."
Now, with the Imperial Court deeply corrupt and border turmoil rampant. The Bozhou rebellion by Yang Yinglong has left the court overwheld and preoccupied, leading to a sharp decline in control over the northern plains. Conflicts and wars have erupted across the steppe tribes.
The Mongolian cavalry frequently plundered border provisions with impunity, and internally, the tribes were rife with chaos, withholding military pay, and scrambling for power and profit were common occurrences.
Facing this sudden crisis, Shi Feiyang demonstrated extraordinary composure and fearless courage as a leader.
Standing upright before the crowd, he shouted loudly, "Brothers, don't panic, follow my command! Quickly form a defensive formation, ensure the protection of the provisions!" His voice was steady and powerful, like a great bell, instantly calming everyone's hearts.
The crowd imdiately took action, cooperating with each other to form a tight defensive formation.
In this suffocatingly tense atmosphere, the "Divine Archer" Miao nlong showcased his skills.
His stance was steady like a towering mountain, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He slowly drew back the powerful bow crafted from Thousand-Year Cold Iron, the bowstring stretched into a full moon shape, his arm muscles bulged, showing imnse strength.
His gaze was like a torch, locking onto a target, his movents skilled and swift, each arrow shot accompanied by a sharp whistle.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" In a flash, several sharp arrows shot across the sky like teors, hitting the Mongolian cavalry precisely.
Cries echoed from the arrow-hit Mongolian cavalry as they fell from their horses, and in an instant, chaos erupted within the Mongolian formation.
Miao nlong's heroic performance was like a potent tonic, not only stabilizing the spirits of Heroic Sakura Association's Liaodong branch disciples but also serving as a beacon that granted them a precious chance to counterattack.
Even though the brutal Mongolian cavalry were awed by Miao nlong's formidable bravery, their greedy and fierce nature wouldn't let them give up easily.
The leading Mongolian Cavalry Leader brandished his long saber and roared, "Afraid of what? There're only a few of them, keep charging, the treasure is right in front of us!" The Mongolian cavalry launched wave after wave of fierce attacks.
In the midst of this fierce battle, "Plum Blossom Darts" Shan Zhi and Miao nlong displayed an unrivaled tacit cooperation.
Miao nlong cleverly shot cold arrows from the flank, the arrows like flying locusts disrupting the Mongolian cavalry's formation.
anwhile, Shan Zhi stood at the front, his hands darting like nimble butterflies in and out of the dart pouch at his waist.
The Plum Blossom Darts in his hands shot out like fluttering snowflakes, each dart glinting with a cold light, carrying a deadly aura.
The rain of darts intertwined with the rain of arrows, causing massive losses to the Mongolian cavalry, many were struck by darts and fell off their horses, while the injured Mongolian cavalry writhed painfully on the ground, wailing, staining the grass with blood.
At the sa ti, a beautiful young woman dressed in traditional Mongolian attire, her elegant figure as if a blooming flower on the steppe, appeared. She was Lan Xiaodie, the Sect Leader of the Five Poison Sect. A mysterious smile played at her lips as she lightly waved her hand and yelled sweetly, "Sisters, go, capture those two won and the child for !" At her command, twelve Sword Maids moved like lightning, instantly surrounding Liu Guihua and Lin Wanqing with her child.
The Sword Maids' long swords glinted coldly as they faced off with Liu Guihua and Lin Wanqing, a fiercer confrontation was imminent.
At this critical mont, a rolling dust cloud rose from the distance, like a black tide surging on the horizon.
"Long Arm Fist" Liao Pei led the charge, his agile figure mounted on a tall steed, resembling an eagle spreading its wings as he galloped at full speed.
Close behind him was "Heaven and Earth Saber" Lie Quan, tightly gripping the pair of glittering Heaven and Earth Sabers, the blade reflecting the sunlight, emitting a fierce aura as if to cleave the vast dust cloud.
"Iron Palm" Wu Zhong's face was stern, his palms seemingly still holding the powerful montum from past bloody battles. Each ti he galloped, it carried an unstoppable force. "Mandarin Duck Saber" Xiao Lingling, with a vibrant and heroic presence, scanned the battlefield with eyes like lightning, her Mandarin Duck Saber trembling slightly, eagerly craving to draw blood and slay the enemy. Leading three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, they surged forth like a black torrent.
Liao Pei suddenly pulled the reins hard, his horse rearing up on its hind legs and whinnying.
Liao Pei raised his arms and shouted, "Brothers, for the peace of the steppe, for justice, kill!" His voice thunderous, echoing across the sky.
Three thousand disciples responded in unison, their cries shaking the heavens, as they held Ma Jun's repeating crossbows. The crossbows glistened with a tallic shine in the sunlight, exuding a chilling killing aura. The disciples clamped their legs against the horse's flanks, galloping forward, the sound of hooves like a dense drumbeat, vibrating the earth.
They charged toward the Mongolian cavalry like arrows leaving the bowstring, unstoppable.
anwhile, in the Mongolian cavalry camp, several leaders panicked at the sight. The leading Mongolian Cavalry Leader Hakutu's sinister face instantly turned to fear, his eyes wide as he stamred, "No good! We've been tricked! This is no ordinary caravan; it's the forces of the Heroic Sakura Association!"
The Vice Leader Bate beside him held his long saber with trembling hands, urgently saying, "What do we do? They're coming at us fiercely, we might not be able to hold them off!"
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