strictlysupreme Chapter 2323 Massacre
Chapter 2323 Massacre
The Imperial Guards knew that as long as they could hold off this final, frenzied charge, as long as they could survive this brief moment—
Zhao Yu's gaze passed over the surging black tide and landed on the increasingly close and clear silvery-white torrent in the distance.
The thunderous sound of horses' hooves was already close at hand, and the fluttering "Zhao" banner was already clearly visible!
"Wait for the White Horse Cavalry to arrive,"
Zhao Yu's voice was cold and resolute, like a pronouncement: "Take them all down!"
"kill--!"
A black tide is surging in!
A silvery torrent swept in!
Inside the shield wall, the Imperial Guards stood ready!
Three forces are about to collide violently on this field covered with paper money and stained with blood!
Chu Ning remained standing in the center of the shield wall, motionless.
His gaze passed over the frantically charging Lü Xiuwen, over Chu Yun wielding his sword, and over the surging black crowd, landing on the white-horse cavalrymen getting closer and closer in the distance.
His face showed no fear, no anger, only a deep calm, as if watching a play about to end.
Lu Xiuwen charged ahead, his thin figure, the long sword he wielded, his crazed eyes drawing ever closer.
He continued to scream madly, "Kill Chu Ning! Kill the tyrant! Kill—!"
The blade is about to strike the shield wall.
In the distance, the thunderous hoofbeats of the white-horse cavalry were deafening!
A black tide surged in, blades flashed, and battle cries shook the heavens.
Lu Xiuwen's thin and crazed figure rushed to the front, his long knife raised high, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and madness.
Chu Yun followed closely behind, brandishing his sword and shouting hoarsely.
Thousands of black-armored rebels surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, crashing down upon the flimsy shield wall with overwhelming force!
Inside the shield wall, Zhao Yu coldly watched all of this.
His gaze was like that of a hawk eyeing its prey, calm and sharp.
When the black tide surged within thirty paces, he suddenly raised his hand, his voice firm and powerful:
"Imperial Guards—Attack the enemy!"
"kill--!"
Hundreds of Imperial Guards roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!
Shields slammed heavily to the ground, spears thrust out like a forest, and blades flashed like snow!
At this moment, that flimsy shield wall seemed to transform into an indestructible Great Wall of Steel!
boom--!
The black tide and the steel Great Wall collided with a deafening roar!
The clanging of swords and spears, the dull thud of blades piercing flesh, the screams of the dying, and the shouts of anger instantly intertwined into a tragic symphony of hell!
Zhao Yu, holding a long spear, stood at the very front of the shield wall.
His spear moved like a dragon, flashing with cold light. With each thrust, a black-armored soldier fell with a scream.
His marksmanship was sharp and precise, targeting vital organs such as the throat and heart without any mercy.
In a short while, the corpses in front of him piled up into a small mountain, and blood splattered all over his silver armor, but he seemed oblivious, coldly and mechanically thrusting out each spear.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Guan Yun, holding a large sword, stood beside Zhao Yu.
He was over fifty years old, yet he was still as fierce as a tiger, wielding his broadsword like a wheel. With each strike, a head fell to the ground and limbs flew everywhere.
His swordsmanship was powerful and sweeping, like a god of war descending to earth, causing the rebels who rushed towards him to be terrified and flee at the mere sight of him.
"Come on! Come on! Let me show you my blade!"
Guan Yun roared and swept his broadsword horizontally, slicing three black-armored soldiers in half at the waist, their blood spurting and intestines spilling out onto the ground.
Ma Chao led a squad of fierce Xiliang soldiers to guard the weakest point of the shield wall.
His swordsmanship was ruthless and cunning, specializing in attacking the enemy's lower body, with every strike aimed at the legs and feet.
Before the rebel soldiers who rushed over could even see his knife clearly, they screamed in agony as both legs broke off at the knees, and they fell to the ground. They were then pierced through the throat by a spear from the Imperial Guard behind them.
"Soldiers of Xiliang! Let them see what true killing skills are!"
Ma Chao roared and cleaved a rebel's neck with a single stroke, spraying blood all over his face. Yet he grinned, a smile that looked particularly sinister amidst the blood and grime.
Although Xue Huaide was old, he remained as steady as a mountain.
He did not charge to the front, but stood behind the shield wall, holding a long sword, calmly directing the Royal Guards' attack and defense.
His gaze, like that of a hawk, swept across the entire battlefield. Wherever there was a gap, he immediately deployed troops to fill it; wherever the offensive was too fierce, he immediately sent reinforcements.
His voice, steady and powerful, pierced through the fierce battle cries and reached the ears of every Imperial Guard soldier:
"Hold on! Hold on! Don't flinch! Shields! Thrust out with your spears! Don't retreat! Don't retreat an inch!"
Xue Dingshan followed closely beside his father, wielding his spear with impenetrable skill.
He was young and impetuous, and his halberd skills were fierce. He specifically targeted the rebels who charged the fiercest and shouted the loudest.
A spear pierced the throat of a rebel soldier, whose eyes widened as he stared at him, before slowly collapsing.
Xue Dingshan didn't even glance at him, and with a turn of his halberd, he thrust it at another person.
Under the leadership of these generals, the Imperial Guards operated like a sophisticated killing machine, working efficiently and ruthlessly.
Their shields are indestructible, their spears are incredibly sharp, and their will is as firm as a rock!
Those rebels who charged frantically crashed into this Great Wall of Steel, just like waves crashing against rocks, they were smashed to pieces, leaving corpses strewn all over the ground!
The time it takes for an incense stick to burn has passed.
The time it takes for two incense sticks to burn has passed.
Half an hour has passed.
The black tide crashed against the shield wall again and again, only to be repelled time and time again.
Before the shield wall, corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like streams, staining the official road, the paper money, and this once solemn and dignified funeral ground.
Although the Imperial Guards also suffered many casualties, they remained standing firm and did not retreat an inch!
Finally, the rebels' offensive began to show signs of fatigue.
Those soldiers who charged forward frantically saw the mountains of corpses piled up in front of them, and their comrades who had just fought alongside them.
Now, however, he was a cold corpse, and the breath he had been holding in his heart finally began to dissipate.
Just then—
Rumble—!
The deafening sound of horses' hooves suddenly exploded!
The sound was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami crashing, shaking the ground violently and making everyone's heart pound wildly!
In the distance, the silvery-white torrent finally swept in!
White Horse Cavalry!
Three or four thousand white horse cavalry, like divine soldiers descending from the sky, charged into the flank of the rebel army with an unstoppable momentum!
"kill--!"
With a roar, the White Horse Cavalry Captain pointed his spear forward, and thousands of cavalrymen shot into the densest part of the rebel army like arrows released from a bow!
Warhorses neighed, their iron hooves trampled!
The white torrent, with its indomitable momentum, suddenly surged in!