Chinese New Year

Chapter 521 Golden Eagle
The golden eagle flew across the sky, its sharp eyes quietly gazing at the wilderness ahead.

"Kill!" A wave of sound rushed straight into the sky, making the golden eagle feel a little uneasy.

In its detailed gaze, countless humans were hitting the ground with their spears and roaring in unison.

After the roar, the spears were raised forward in unison.

The butt of the gun rested on the ground, with the tip of the gun pointing diagonally forward.

Rows of sword and shield soldiers came out from both wings and stood in the front.

The large shield was also placed on the ground, and the knife was raised diagonally in front of the forehead, ready for chopping.

The smoke and dust caused by the cavalry gradually spread under the city.

The more than one hundred riders in the front were all wearing iron armor and looked extremely ferocious.

Hundreds of cavalry followed closely behind, the men wearing heavy armor but the horses not.

Next came more than a thousand cavalrymen, also holding spears and halberds, shouting loudly.

It is not clear what is behind them, most of them are light cavalry.

Overall, these three or four thousand cavalry formed a cone and rushed straight towards the infantry who were shouting and killing.

In the smoke and dust behind the cavalry, the figures of infantry appeared faintly.

Slowly, the figures of the infantry became clearer and more spectacular.

The neatly aligned square formations emerged from under the towering city walls like an overwhelming force, shouting and pressing forward.

On both wings of the infantry, there seemed to be more cavalrymen mounting their horses, ready to launch a fatal attack.

The golden eagle cried uneasily, and its sharp eyes caught a person.

He was wearing a red robe, with golden light flashing faintly under the robe.

Standing on the high platform, he waved his hand, and soon people began waving flags and passing orders.

"Woo--" A desolate horn sounded, as if calling on the ancient god of death.

In the large formation on the south side, most of the soldiers put down their spears after hearing the horn sound, took out their bows from their waists, and drew their arrows.

"Woo——" the horn sounded for the second time.

"Buzz--" Dense arrows flew over the heads of the spearmen and shieldmen in the front rows and fell into the charging cavalry.

The golden eagle also seemed fascinated by the scene.

It hovered and glided in the air, watching the killing among humans with interest.

Dense arrows fell like locusts.

The armored cavalry and heavy cavalry waved their lances and halberds to deflect the arrows.

The light cavalry behind followed suit and tried their best to resist this round of long-range attacks.

People kept falling off their horses in the smoke and dust, and the following cavalry passed them and continued to charge.

It seemed as if a powerful crossbow arrow flew across the ground.

They were located in the gaps on both sides of the infantry phalanx, one after another, firing straight ahead, causing even greater suffering to the cavalry in the smoke and dust.

More people have been brought down.

The golden eagle was a little confused. This seemed different from the wars it had seen before.

Why not let the infantry charge first to shake the enemy's position, and then send in light and heavy cavalry to settle the matter?
No one could answer it. It was just a flat-haired animal and couldn't think of such a profound question.

The cavalry was still charging.

After shooting two arrows, the infantrymen returned their bows to their waists and picked up their spears again.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer.

The cry of eagles sounded in the sky, and the infantry and cavalry had already crashed into each other.

The powerful armored cavalry knocked away the first row of sword and shield soldiers and rushed into the forest of neatly arranged spears.

The spearmen stumbled and could not keep their footing.

The officer shouted at the top of his lungs, and led the charge, swinging his heavy long-handled axe and smashing at the armored cavalry on horseback.

Several infantrymen holding hook-and-sickle spears tried their best to hook the four legs of the horses, preventing them from running away.

But the horse was running very fast and the impact force was so great that he missed it at the beginning and only hooked the horse's hind leg.

In fact, enough is enough.

The iron horses fell to the ground with a loud bang, crushing several infantrymen.

No one was afraid, no one fled, and the armored cavalrymen who fell to the ground could not get up. They could only watch in despair as wooden clubs and long-handled axes hit them, spitting blood from their mouths.

Some people even abandoned their spears and took out their daggers, stabbed them into the gaps in the armored cavalry, and lightly slashed them to kill them.

The second and third armored cavalrymen followed suit, breaking the spears and sending the infantry flying.

The officer had fallen to the ground, his chest collapsed, and he was breathing in less than out. The soldiers had no one to command them, but they were not in chaos. Their faces were full of ferocious fighting spirit, and the sound of killing never stopped. The hook-and-sickle spears, long-handled axes, long spears, and ring-handled swords never stopped attacking the enemy.

Soon, the second and third armored cavalry fell off their horses and were easily killed.

Then the fourth, fifth...

Looking down from the sky, the large formation facing the cavalry charge was only slightly concave at the beginning, and there was some chaos, and then it slowly extended outward. After killing more than 20 armored cavalry, they almost flattened the line.

The front of the battle was littered with corpses of men and horses, including not only armored cavalry, but also even larger numbers of light and heavy cavalry - of course, there were also many corpses of infantry.

These obviously formed an obstacle, making subsequent cavalry charges impossible.

The cavalry wandered in front of the formation, hesitating.

"Buzz——" A new wave of arrows flew in, causing heavy casualties again.

The cavalry could not bear the casualties and turned their horses around and retreated in a panic.

The sound of orderly footsteps came from behind.

In the gaps on both sides of the infantry formation, teams of sword and shield soldiers and spearmen lined up and stepped forward to fill the gaps caused by the battle.

The battle is back to normal!

The golden-armored general on the high platform made another move.

He drew his sword, pointed it forward, and said something.

The messenger ran down the platform and rode away on horseback.

The flag bearer waved the flag.

A moment later, dozens of drums began to beat one after another.

The large infantry formation that had just blocked the cavalry's charge roared in unison, then moved forward with their spears raised.

The golden eagle lowered its altitude slightly and watched attentively. There were only about four large formations moving forward in front, behind, left and right.

They walked in unison, neither fast nor slow, but with an unstoppable momentum.

As they moved forward, horns sounded.

The infantry formation paused for a while.

Countless people in the back row put down their spears, drew out their bows, and launched a volley of shots forward.

Dense arrows flew through the air and landed among the cavalry who failed to withdraw in time, causing heavy casualties.

After the shooting, the drums started again.

The infantrymen picked up the spears at their feet and continued to advance.

Many people rushed out from the gaps on both sides of the formation.

They had almost no formation and marched in an extremely arrogant pace. Some held shields, some held swords, some held guns, some drew bows, some held high long swords, and some even held crossbows.

They seemed to have infinite strength. Even when wearing iron armor, they could still move briskly and charge forward with roars.

Some cavalrymen fell to the ground groaning, and they killed them with a casual blow of their swords.

A cavalryman fell off his horse and was limping on the ground. They chased him, grabbed his hair, and slashed him with their swords, causing brilliant blood flowers to bloom.

They were getting closer and closer to the enemy's infantry formation, so close that they began to receive a large number of arrows from the opposite side.

The big shield looks like it has white hair, which is spectacular.

Someone was shot and fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

Some people had arrows all over their bodies, but they still charged forward with gritted teeth, and when they got close, they shot with crossbows.

Dozens of people bravely rushed to the front of the opposite infantry formation, wielding all kinds of weapons and fighting bravely.

The infantry on the opposite side was frightened by their might and was slow to act, allowing more than a dozen people holding long swords to get close to them. The heavy swords were swinging and slashing horizontally and vertically.

The spearmen on the opposite side were unable to move and could only retreat subconsciously, which created even greater chaos.

Fortunately, the spears in the back row stabbed at him swiftly.

The sharp tip of the gun would penetrate through the gaps in the armor plates and pierce the chest or abdomen, or stab the thighs, arms, or face, knocking the person to the ground.

The two sides fought for a while before the opposing infantry relied on their superior numbers to resist the attack.

The remaining desperadoes retreated one after another, moving away from both wings to the rear.

But their efforts were not in vain. After a struggle, the enemy's formation became a little chaotic and not as strict as before, and it also hindered the coordination of their various arms - the archers retreated one after another to avoid their fierce attack.

"Buzz--" Dense arrows were shot from the opposite silver spear infantry formation, falling on the infantry phalanx in the north like raindrops.

In an instant, countless people fell to the ground screaming, everyone's face turned pale, and many people subconsciously slowed down their pace, as if they were afraid.

The formations of both sides are still getting closer, or even too close.

The large infantry formation in the south put away their bows, and everyone shouted "Kill" and quickened their pace.

The northern infantry formation was already somewhat skewed, with the front and back being out of sync and their steps being inconsistent.

Their cavalry were forced to mount their horses, began to speed up, and headed straight towards the southern army's formation.

The cavalry in the south also moved out.

Their number was not large, only about 3,000 people, but everyone was brave and eager to be the first to fight, almost treating this battle as their last, rushing forward recklessly and intercepting the enemy frantically.

The four large formations of Silver Spear Infantry were still moving forward, and seemed to be moving faster.

To their left and right, smoke and dust rose.

Some armored warriors mounted their horses with the help of their subordinates and charged forward. After charging for more than 200 steps, they dismounted one after another, and most of them armed with crossbows launched an attack from the enemy cavalry's flank.

Among the enemy cavalry, a burly man with a high nose and deep eyes pointed with a flag, separated a part of the cavalry and rushed towards them.

The armored warriors were scattered in an instant.

But they did not flee. Instead, three or five of them stood back to back, armed with long spears, bows, swords and shields, and fought with the enemy cavalry.

The Silver Spear Infantry in the center has made contact with the enemy.

Although high in the sky, the golden eagle seemed to hear the shouts of humans killing each other, which were shouted with all their might.

The spears stabbed at me, and the spears stabbed back at me.

Even though shields and armor were trying to block the attack, countless people on both sides still fell down and died in that instant.

After the intensive spear stabbing continued for a while, the front line gradually moved northward.

The side fighting against the city seemed to be unable to bear the pressure, and their formation was stabbed and concave. The standing people fell down in rows, and the number of people decreased rapidly.

The other side became even more crazy, and the sound of killing had already reached the air.

That is a cry of confidence.

It was a brutal killing.

That was a cruel mockery of the enemy.

The Silver Spear Infantry were unstoppable, advancing step by step and squeezing the enemy into a ball.

Their spears were steady and powerful, and with a quick shake they knocked the opponent's spears to the ground.

Their spears were fast and accurate. Even if they were wearing armor, they would still be vulnerable to it. There were so many places that could be stabbed, such as the insteps, thighs, armpits, throat, and face.

They seemed to have no need to think, nor did they need orders from officers. Their coordination was perfect, their progress was natural, and the killing was a smooth process.

Although the party fighting against the city tried their best to muster up their remaining courage, in the cruel face-to-face life-and-death struggle, their courage was consumed bit by bit and their blood was drained drop by drop.

Before long, their formation was shattered into pieces like a brick falling to the ground.

The enemy's burly commander seemed to be getting angry.

He led a group of cavalry to break out of the encirclement, bypassed the flank of the Silver Spear Infantry, and launched a resolute charge.

The Silver Spear Infantry separated a part of their men and hastily changed their formation, but it was too late as they were thrown into disarray by the enemy.

But just like the previous cavalry charge, the Silver Spear Infantry were in chaos but not defeated. After the enemy cavalry penetrated more than ten steps into the formation from the flank, they fought back.

Long spears stabbed from all directions, knocking the cavalrymen who had lost their speed off their horses one by one.

The Hu commander on the opposite side fought for a long time and was shot in the body. With the desperate protection of his personal soldiers, he managed to break out of the encirclement.

At this time, a group of crossbow arrows flew towards them.

The Hu commander's horse was shot and fell to the ground in pain. He stumbled to his feet, and several of his followers ran over and gave him the horses. Then he rushed forward and was drowned in the pursuit of the palace soldiers.

One of the soldiers was lucky enough to chop at an officer who was crawling on the ground with his sword. After several consecutive strikes, he chopped off his head, held it in his hand, and laughed happily.

The Silver Spear Infantry in the front were still charging forward, driving the already disintegrating enemy infantry to the edge of the moat.

"Hualala--" Like wontons being poured into the water, the moat was almost filled with the fleeing soldiers.

The crying and shouting sounds coming from the river were like the crying of ghosts coming from the Nine Nether Hell, quite creepy.

In an instant, the moat was almost filled with living and dead people. The following fleeing soldiers stepped on their bodies, threw away everything they could, and rushed towards the city gates.

The Silver Spear Infantrymen pursued bravely, crossing the moat, over the sheep and horse wall, and finally to the city gate.

A large number of arrows, rocks and gold juice fell from the top of the city wall. No one was distinguishing between friend and foe and they were all attacked indiscriminately.

Dead bodies piled up like mountains at the city gate. Kerosene and torches fell from the top of the city wall, and suddenly a blazing fire broke out. The smell of burning filled the entire battlefield, and the wind couldn't blow it away.

Dense swarms of arrows were shot out from the city gate, and the fleeing soldiers who rushed back fell down in large numbers, with casualties everywhere, almost filling the entire city.

"Boom!" Under the desperate gaze of the fleeing soldiers, the city gate was slowly closed.

The defeated soldiers huddled at the city gate in despair.

The silver-spear infantrymen chased after them, stabbing with their spears.

They fell down in droves, with almost no resistance. Perhaps the tragic defeat just now had drained all their energy and spirit, and now they were numb and didn't care about the sharp blades on their bodies.

A large number of arrows were shot from the top of the city, mixed with powerful crossbow arrows.

A large number of Silver Spear Infantrymen were swept down. After suffering a loss, they finally calmed down and retreated quickly, forming a battle array in the distance.

The cavalry of both sides have broken contact.

The battle of the main infantry force has ended and the outcome has been decided. Even if they continue fighting, they will not be able to change the situation of the war.

There's no point in fighting on.

It was a massive battle, with both sides fielding a total of 70,000 to 80,000 infantry and cavalry. After repeated fighting, the battle slowly came to an end.

The wind swept across the earth.

The silent battlefield was littered with corpses.

The ownerless horse paced back and forth in a daze.

After seeing the owner lying on the ground, he kept licking him, but the owner would never wake up again.

The groans of the wounded soldiers could be heard everywhere, weak and painful.

Whenever someone passed by, they looked at him with begging eyes, asking him to give them a quick death.

There were flames at the city gate.

From time to time in the thick smoke, there was a "pop" sound, which was the sound made when the corpse's stomach was burned and exploded.

The golden eagle cried out loudly, flapped its wings and flew high. It flew over the battlefield, over the city walls, circled in the air, and then landed on a big tree next to the jade well.

Liu hurried out and stretched out her right hand.

The golden eagle flapped its wings and landed on the leather cover on Liu's arm.

"Victory!" A deafening shout rang out outside the city.

Mrs. Liu was stunned.

"Mr. Chen will win!"

"Mr. Chen will win!"

"Crash--" a tile on the roof loosened, fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

The shouts of victory were clearly audible.

The overall situation has been decided.

Liu looked pale and at a loss.

(End of this chapter)