Zhang Liao fully unleashed his Legion Talent, slaughtering the scene into chaos, blood and flesh flying everywhere, yet this couldn’t change the fact that Zhang Fei’s Division was being overwheld by Xubo Cheng head-on. After all, the Northern Huns’ forces indeed outnumbered these few reinforcents, and their combat power was undeniably strong.
"It seems your strength is only just this much," Xubo Cheng laughed wildly, using words to provoke Zhang Fei, hoping to shake him, but Zhang Fei responded in silence, even as his Tugi Cavalryn were beginning to have their speed restricted by the enemy.
"Get out of my way!" Zhang Fei shouted, directly pushing Xubo Cheng aside, then suddenly unleashed all of his Inner Qi. A black veil, dark enough to swallow all light, completely shrouded all of Zhang Fei’s n.
At this mont, Zhang Fei, holding his Serpent Spear, exuded a fine black smoke-like Inner Qi, as if it naturally condensed into form.
This terrifying aura was felt not only by the red-eyed Huns but even the war horses near Zhang Fei had their four legs go soft.
"Legion Talent? Our third master has never fully activated it, because my Legion Talent will destroy an elite soldier’s future opportunity to take the battlefield. Now, kill all those who block our way!" At this mont, Zhang Fei seed like a ghostly deity, fully exerting his Legion Talent, directly suppressing Xubo Cheng’s Legion Talent.
The redness in their eyes faded, leaving only dread, and Zhang Fei’s troops, with a fierce shout from Zhang Fei, crazily launched an attack on the Northern Huns. The fear, the dread, the negative impact, madly stimulated each soldier.
A soldier from Zhang Fei’s Division cleaved down a Northern Hun with a single stroke; his montum surged by three-tenths. Then, turning around with a swipe of his blade, he fought ferociously, causing the soldiers of Zhang Fei’s Division to visibly grow stronger.
"Kill!" The Eighteen Riders of Yan and Yun each led over a hundred of their n to directly clash with the Chanyu’s Imperial Guards. Unlike before, where only those eighteen riders could take on the Chanyu’s Guards, this ti the Eighteen Riders leading their troops could barely withstand the enemy’s assault.
With each kill, their montum grew by three-tenths. Soon, these troops clashing head-on with the Chanyu’s Guards had the strength to stand against them. Though their power was still sowhat inferior, the gap was no longer as incomprehensible as before.
Simply put, the combat power gap between both sides had shrunk to the level of the Elite Troops of Danyang versus the Xiliang Iron Cavalry. Although there was still a power differential, they were considered the sa tier now. Though they’d still be dominated, being able to withstand the Military Spirit Legion was already quite terrifying.
After all, Zhang Fei had five thousand n, the Hun Guards now had only over eight hundred left, with over three thousand holding off the Military Spirit Legion, the rest aggressively attacking the Northern Huns’ main forces.
Zhang Fei had fully unleashed his Legion Talent, and in a short span of ti, pushed back the Northern Huns’ main forces. However, Xubo Cheng showcased his great resilience and soon pushed back against Zhang Fei.
By now, both Zhang Fei and Xubo Cheng were already at their limits. Zhang Liao was being delayed by the Northern Huns’ fearless assault, making it hard to advance further. While Zhang Fei’s fully unleashed Legion Talent was mostly held back by the Chanyu’s Guards, a smaller portion was held against nearly ten thousand of the Northern Huns’ main forces.
As for Zhao Yun’s White Horse and Chengg Lian’s Wolf Cavalry, in their urgency, they couldn’t take down the tens of thousands led by the Northern Huns. This battle had dragged from sunset to the moon high in the sky; both sides were considerably fatigued, truly testing each side’s resilience by now.
"Looks like you can’t hold on anymore," Xubo Cheng sneered through the pain in his waist, taunting Zhang Fei, "To have a Legion Talent that allows ordinary elite soldiers to withstand the Military Spirit Legion is indeed terrifying, but I doubt you can sustain it much longer."
Zhang Fei coldly gazed at Xubo Cheng. He indeed felt a power constantly waning within him. Having never fully unleashed his Legion Talent before, Zhang Fei hadn’t anticipated such a massive limitation under such a significant backlash.
"Even so, we’ve already killed at least two hundred elite soldiers of the Military Spirit Legion, and no less than three thousand from the Northern Huns’ main forces. I must see how many grown n you Northern Huns have left for our Han Dynasty to slaughter!" Zhang Fei retorted with a cold laugh.
Zhang Fei’s Legion Talent ca with significant drawbacks, but its effect was undeniably powerful. In rely an hour, they had forcibly slaughtered the Chanyu’s Imperial Guards down to barely over six hundred. The over two thousand soldiers left free-handed nearly doubled their own number, slaughtering a vast portion of the Northern Huns’ main forces.
It’s known that the Military Spirit Legion, when fighting ordinary elite soldiers, even with such direct clashes, might not suffer losses exceeding one hundred, yet this ti, they were wiped out by so many of Zhang Fei’s main forces.
It’s notable that with two hundred Military Spirit Legion soldiers, under Cloud Qi, in direct confrontation, Zhang Fei, a top-notch fighter, would have easily been killed, yet here they lay on the battlefield.
Upon hearing this, Xubo Cheng’s face turned dark. Previously, amidst the heat of battle, he was hoping to annihilate the Han reinforcents entirely, but Zhang Fei’s words made him realize that from sunset to the moon shifting west, their Northern Huns’ main forces had likely lost around six thousand n.
Of those, four thousand losses were directly caused by Zhang Fei, and another thousand by Zhang Liao. As for the remaining Northern Huns killed by others, that number was minimal.
"Laozi will take you down first!" Xubo Cheng roared in anger, for at this point, unless they broke Zhang Fei’s battered troops, the Northern Huns’ main forces had no chance of breaking through.
"You can try!" Zhang Fei mocked with a shout, launching another attack. In this brutal skirmish, nearly three thousand of his forces had fallen, most of which were done by the accursed Military Spirit Legion.
On the other side, Chen Gong, who had been observing from a high vantage, noticed the current situation. Zhang Fei’s troops barely held against the Military Spirit Legion and the over ten thousand Northern Huns. They’ve fought to such an extent they couldn’t continue.
"What a pity, Zhuge Kongming must have a lot of confidence in us. In that case, let’s step in," Chen Gong said helplessly.
Chen Gong had been waiting for Zhuge Liang’s reinforcents to arrive. By now, the two sides were nearly in a dynamic balance, where any troops joining could tip the scale into collapse, subsequently leading to the opponent’s defeat. Of course, this was a possibility. The battlefield was ever-changing, and outcos could unexpectedly reverse.
But Chen Gong didn’t wait for Zhuge Liang. By this stage, relying on their numbers and resilience, the Northern Huns had a chance of winning. Therefore, Chen Gong had no choice but to act, breaking the Northern Huns’ winning chance, even if Chen Gong believed, that his Wolf Cavalry was more suited for the final strike.
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