Chapter 248 Coming Out? (2/2)
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2.30 PM.
The 5,000 horsemen detected Tong's team on the horizon. The commanders and the nobles in the army cheered as they thought they could finally get their revenge.
”Charge!”
The inexperienced noblemen disregarded all intel and warning from the soldiers of Zou Jing about Tong's power. As they wanted to gain achievements and rewards from killing Tong, the mobs of 5,000 riders galloped toward the army in front of them without waiting to regroup or reform their ranks,
When they got closer, they could see that there were only an army of 3,000ish footmen and a few hundreds of cavalries.
A commander of the charging horsemen laughed, ”Come, men! Horsemen have the advantage over the infantries. Let's kill these bandits and leave the scraps for the other families!”
”Kill them all!”
”Hahaha! Kill!”
On the other side of the army, Tong watched the oncoming troops with a smirk.
”A bunch of noobs. First unit and second unit, form a 2-line spear-wall formation. The rest of you, ready your crossbows. Fire at my signal.”
His left index finger pointed toward the sky.
”[Create Food], burning oil!”
Boiling oil flooded the ground in front of the Yellow Turban, blocking the path of the cavalries.
The inexperienced commander and his men ignored the sudden flash flood of the cooking oil. The feet of all horses were burnt by the extreme temperature of the liquid and neighed in pain. More than half of the riders were thrown off the horseback as the horses either collapsed or rebelled against the riders.
The charge was stopped mid-way.
”What happened!?”
”Dammit! Stupid horse, go forward!”
”Stop struggling!”
All riders could not control their horses. More and more horses shook their masters off their back. Some collapsed on the ground as they could not handle the burning pain.
”The ground … is too hot!”
”There's a burning swamp over here!?”
The riders, who were thrown off their horses, also landed into the burning oil swamp and was cooked alive. They screamed and ran around in a panic.
At this moment, Tong waved his hand.
”Archers, fire one clip.”
Two thousand repeating crossbows launched their first volley. The crippled horseman unit, which was struggling on an arid field, were showered by the arrows.
The arrows did not stop raining upon them. Each repeating crossbow had a clip of 26 arrows. Thus, two thousand archers fired over 50,000 arrows onto the struggling horsemen.
As soon as Tong's archers emptied their clip, they reloaded their ammo and readied for a new order.
”We'll clean up this place after we have killed Zou Jing. Let's move.”
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4 PM.
The cloud gathered in the sky as the constant smoke from the crude oil fire gathered into a towering cumulonimbus black cloud. Traces of thunder slowly formed inside the dark cloud as well as the other rain cloud.
Because of the usage of water and white fume from the attempt to douse the fire, white smoke, which carrying moisture into the air, condensed into a rain cloud, and merged into the thunderous black cloud.
Though this year was destined to be dry, the thunderous rain cloud was condensing, waiting to shower the first rain of the year onto Ji City.
The sky dimmed as the massive fluffy black cloud blocked the sun. The environment looked as if it was dusk.
”Wow, this could be bad,” Tong complained as the rain, and the thunder might hinder their mobility.
'Snipe him or save my soldiers … what to do.'
'I don't need to be hasty. Saving my men is more important.'
Tong looked toward the east. Dust and traces of a large army approaching could be seen at the horizon.
Hesitated for a moment, Tong took his broken bow from his back and expanded his sense, waiting for the oncoming forces.
”Form ranks. Get me a horse.”
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Zou Jing and 15,000 soldiers detected a group of soldiers on the horizon.
”Are they finished?”
”Have the cavalry units decimated them?”
Everyone thought that the troops in front of them were the 5,000 cavalries that went ahead of them.
However, when they got closer, they discovered the harsh truth.
The army in front of them was not their allies, but they were the Yellow Turbans.
”Impossible!”
”How are they here?”
”Where are the earlier troops?”
Zou Jing watched the formation of the Yellow Turban with hatred and fear. He pulled his horse reign and signaled his bodyguards to remain behind the volunteer forces.
As Zou Jing watched the enemy's formation, a lone horseman galloped toward them. The rider had pulled his bow and aimed at them.