Chapter 249 Jiang Man, The Ra (2/2)
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”THAT BITCH!” Tong bellowed. As he screamed, his face reddened, and his eyes were bloodshot. His hatred toward this administrator had reached a new height.
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”Ugh!”
Misfortune struck Tong one after another. He had to calm his emotion even though he had yet to vent his anger.
'I swear, Lilim. One day … I swear …'
The facial expression and his unintentional leaking killing intent terrified Tong's subordinates.
”Young master …”
”My lord …”
The red pupils, which appeared frequently, glowed again. Tong glared at the rushing soldiers that had not given up chasing after him.
Tong had not lost his sanity because of his anger. He merely wanted to vent his frustration.
”A glaive … give me one,” Tong extended his right hand without looking at the soldiers.
”H-Here, sir.”
Terrified by Tong, a soldier passed his glaive to his lord, who grabbed it and galloped his horse forward.
”Eh?”
The Yellow Turban soldiers were panicked as Tong rushed at the enemies without giving his order.
”What do we do?”
”Uh?”
”Captain?”
”I don't know. Screw it, follow the lord! Charge!”
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The ambitious mixed force of five thousand men still ran after Tong. The moment they saw that Tong was rushing at them alone, they laughed as if they were on drugs.
”HA HA! Zhang Tong is an idiot!”
”The bandit leader is a fool. Kill!”
”His head is mine!”
Because of their greed and desire for rewards, they did not work together or form a spear wall formation to counter Tong's solo charge.
Before Tong reached them, he aimed his pistol forward, using his left hand.
*BANG*
*BANG*
The front soldiers, who were aiming their spear at Tong's horse, received a bullet into their head, one each.
The threat to the charging horse collapsed on to the ground, Tong's glaive swung down at the nearest soldiers.
As Tong was using one hand to control his polearm, he could only swing it once every second. Although it was slow in Tong's point of view, his swing contained the strength of a 2-winged demon. All soldiers were sent flying even if they were hit by the shaft.
Seeing that one gun and one glaive was not efficient, Tong put his gun away and held the glaive with two hands. At this time, his horse rammed into a soldier, which slowed its charging momentum.
”Humph!”
The speed of his polearm swing doubled, and all soldiers, who were in Tong's reach, were cut into pieces.
”He's slowed, get him!”
Since Tong dove right into the unorganized mobs, he wedged into the center of the five thousand men and was surrounded in a few seconds.
Yet.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
If Zhang Liao, Gao Shun, or Li Feihong were here, they would have thought that Lu Bu was playing in the enemy's formation. The image of Tong wreaking havoc alone in the enemy's line resembled Lu Bu at the Battle of Jinyang.
But compared to the monster among men, Tong had not reached that mastery yet.
Each swing sent one or two bodies into the air. Blood rain showered everyone in the range of 5 meters, comparing to Lu Bu's five men a swing.
As he fought, he was also learning. The movement of his glaive had less useless moves as he continued killing. He stopped relying on the horse ramming and used his glaive to cut a path for his horse so it would not get stuck in the formation.
Tong's polearm movement slowly refined. From the random swing turned into a swing with meaning and purposes. The arc of the glaive did not curve widely, but it became sharp and accurate. Sometimes, Tong grabbed the edge of the glaive bottom tip and waved it around himself, repelling the sneaking soldiers who tried to attack him from behind.
The training with Medusa in Hell only implanted the basic movements into his instinct, but fighting life-and-death battles with the real enemies squeezed out Tong's true potential. Tong's perception and reaction speed had reached 80% of his full overclock mode even though he had yet to exert his brain power yet.
Two minutes passed, soaking in the enemies' blood, Tong broke through the pack of five thousand men mob. He could see the main army, which had a higher number than this group of mix force.
Tong pulled the horse reign and turned around, diving back into the formation of soldiers once more.
At this moment, the almost 4,000 Yellow Turbans had made contact with the mobs, they charged right into the unorganized files of formation, which pushed back the noble force.
The yellow cloth troopers did not fight blindly either. The front soldiers slammed their shields at the front enemies and held formation. The second line of spearmen supported the shield bearers, while the rest of the backlines took out their crossbows and fired supporting barrages. The few hundred horsemen detached themselves from the main group to the side. They circled to the left of the mob and charged right into the packed formation.
As Tong dove back into the enemy lines, he could notice his men's performance a hundred meters away.
'I forgot to give them a command. Is there anyone ordering them to use this tactic?'
Tong finally realized what he had forgotten since his anger blinded his reason a few minutes ago.
A loud shout and a commotion broke out at the left flank of noble force, so Tong glanced at the direction. He saw his horse unit charging into the enemy's lines as well.
Tong changed the direction of his horse, killing all soldiers in his path. In a minute, he regrouped with the horseman unit.
”Young master!”
”My lord!”
The Yellow Turban were delighted to see their lord safe.
”I didn't order you to move. Why are all of you coming after me?”
”Err …”
The soldiers were embarrassed and flustered. They did not know either.
”Oh well, let's breakout and regroup. We're retreating for now.”