611 The End of My Enemies, the Time to Reclaim Those Old Shoes (2/2)

At the meadow's low grounds, more than 30 cavalry soldiers were circling and attacking the black carriage.

The horse carriage was stuck there in all its lonesome. Unable to move, it looked like a lamb ripe for slaughter. However, when the cavalry tried to break open the carriage, they discovered that, to their shock, not only was it not possible to pry open the doors but attacks from their machetes did not even leave a scratch on the carriage.

It was then that the cavalry understood that the carriage was not a lamb, but a reinforced black carriage from the country of Tang. Clad in thick armor, even if it just stood there and allowed you to hack at it, you would never be able to cut through.

As time passed, the cavalry assaulting the carriage grew restless and even appeared a little hopeless. Several cavalrymen dismounted while shouting battle cries and walked toward the carriage to hack it with rabid fury.

In their minds, even if the carriage was made of solid steel, the wheels would at most just be wood wrapped in a metal coat. With their courage and sharp machetes, they should be able to destroy the wheels no matter what.

Once the wheels were destroyed, even if the passenger could survive the ordeal they would be stuck in the Wilderness without means of transport. Eventually, they would be terminated by the palace warriors and masters of the divine temple.

However, the cavalrymen sank into despair once again when they realized, after a round of mad hacking, that the carriage wheels were made of steel both inside and out!

In their moment of desperation, they could not help but feel a strong sense of unwillingness to give up as well as being angered by the confounding facts before them. A carriage made out of solid steel should be heavier than the gold statue of Buddha at the Minister of Offerings' palace. If so, how was it possible that such a heavy horse carriage could move with such incredible speed, and in the wilderness no less.

It was then that the cavalry noticed what happened at the high grounds of the meadow. Looking at the black streak of lightning zipping down towards them, they could not help but let out terrified screams and rise turmoiled amongst themselves.

An elder among the cavalrymen let out a shout. Knowing that they stood no chance against the overwhelming power of their enemy, he instantly made the decision to command two of their best riders to leave the meadow, as an attempt to reach the palace at all costs. Once arriving they could inform the main cavalry force of what happened here. Then the elder grouped up the rest of the cavalry and charged straight at their enemy.

Ning Que saw the two cavalrymen speeding away from the carriage and guessed their intent. Taking out one of the bows he picked up earlier, he drew its string and took somber aim.

It was a boxwood bow, a standard issue weapon for both the grasslands' cavalry as well as the horse hangs'. It was the same kind of bow that Ning Que always used to kill horse hangs in the past. Prior to the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, he had always been using this kind of bow.

Familiar bow, familiar environment, familiar battlefield and an even stronger Shubi Lake wood-chopper. The outcome of this sudden battle could not be any different.

Two twangs of his bowstring sounded out, followed by a clear snap as his bowstring snapped in two.

The two cavalrymen speeding away shook from the impact and fell off their horseback, arrows protruding out of their chests. The warhorses dragged their dead bodies for a fair distance before finally coming to a rest.

Staring at the broken boxwood bow in his hands, a lightly furrowed brow formed on Ning Que's forehead.

After cultivating the Great Spirit, his body and strength were vastly superior to that of before. The body he had now was used to using metal bows and firing iron arrows. It has been a long time since he used ordinary weapons, and it would appear that he was not used to it anymore.

Though he frowned only for an instant. He took out the second boxwood bow and took aim on the cavalrymen charging at him from the meadow low grounds. Swoosh went his arrows as they shot through the air. Every pull of his bowstring meant a felled enemy cavalryman.

He unsheathed his blade once more.

The meadow was filled with bodies. The hot fresh blood poured onto the layer of frost covering the wilted grass below caused it to melt and mix together to form a thicker layer of blood-soaked snow, which pressed down on the vegetation once more.

Treading between the corpses of the cavalrymen, Ning Que did what he always did; with great familiarity, he collected the spoils of war. Though, since he could no longer exchange the heads of the enemy for military achievements nor money, he wasted no effort on those. He collected the bows that were still in good condition as well as two pairs of boots from two dead cavalrymen.

A soft knock sounded from within the black carriage before Sangsang emerged from behind the doors. She rubbed her sleepy eyes while she walked down and asked Ning Que, ”What happened? It was so noisy earlier on.”

Ning Que went over to her and said, ”I killed some guys.”

Sangsang suddenly noticed the corpses that surrounded them and shuddered slightly.

Ning Que lifted the two pair of boots and exclaimed, ”Got two pairs of boots, give them a try and see if they fit you.”

Sangsang shook her head and said, ”All those pairs of shoes you brought back for me over the years, and not a single one fits. This time around I'll probably just adjust them myself.”