268 Charge (1/2)
Chapter 268: Charge
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The warhorses trotted through the meadow without encountering any resistance. Then they galloped through the woods, and the Golden Roc Fort camp that was at the entrance of the valley came into sight.
The swordsmen were arranged in groups of four to five, with the Dragon King at the forefront. A weapon carrier was behind him while the others following closely behind him. They were carrying a makeshift Black Blood Flag that was made from long robes.
The warhorses neighed with uneasiness. They were heavily breathing as their hooves dug deep into the ground and loosened the soil. They were fully rested and were waiting for their owners to loosen the reins for them to run wild.
The machetemen had been binge drinking for two days. In this remote and backward place, they could only find enjoyment from drinking superb wines. The enemy was far away, so why not enjoy themselves a little?
Fighting for life and death, was it all not for this? Several machetemen woke up early with hangovers. They hazily saw a group of men who were at a far distance away from the camp. ”Hey, more have come again. If we don't take them down, then we aren't manly men.”
A thin layer of smog was shrouding the area all around them, and the black flag that was slightly flying in the morning breeze seemed to go unnoticed. ”Who are they? They don't look like machetemen from the city.”
Gu Shenwei sheathed his saber. This type of saber was too short and was unsuited for riding into battle on horseback. He pulled out a guardian saber from the weapon carrier's back. Its length was five foot and four inches, and its handle was nearly one foot long.
He looked back at his soldiers. No matter how many shortcomings these swordsmen had, they were born and bred warriors: eager to fight, eager for blood, eager for glory, and there was no need for words to motivate them. He only needed to point them in the direction of the enemy.
He patted the horse's buttocks with the saber, and the warhorse spread its four hooves and gradually accelerated toward the enemy camp.
The sounds of horse hooves galloping forth became clearer and finally woke up the few machetemen that got up early. They hadn't even had their trousers on, so they frantically ran to their tents to get dressed. Heart tearing, lung spitting screams rippled throughout the camp, ”The Dragon King is coming!”
”Kill--” Gu Shenwei's high-pitched roar drowned out the outcries within the camp. The ending syllable prolonged, and gradually became a clear whistle. The swordsmen cracked their horsewhips, and the excitement that had been suppressed within their hearts were crying out like roaring thunder.
The machetemen who were still in their sleep suddenly woke up and heard the sounds of their enemy's ambush. They felt that they were completely surrounded. Most people didn't even bother to pick up their sabers. They rushed out of their tents only to be completely confused and disoriented, before fleeing in all directions.
This was the creed of machetemen: Grab all the merits when you can, but run when you encounter danger. A dead macheteman can never make money, but a living macheteman, no matter how cowardly they are, can always be hired.
Gu Shenwei knew their temperament well.
The cavalry brandished their heavy swords like huge pikes, as they deeply pierced into the camp of the Golden Roc Fort. The tents were torn like skin, and blood was splashing around like the frantic crowd.
They charged all the way to the end of the camp before immediately turning their horses around with Gu Shenwei leading the assault. This charge was perfect, the swordsmen strictly adhered to the Dragon King's orders and there were no stragglers at all. Only a few people's warhorses were tripped over, but they continued to swing their heavy swords to kill the enemies as they followed the Dragon King's Black Blood Flag on foot.
The first round of the charge tore the camp in half. After turning around, the second round started from east to west, but the tents in this path were more condensed.
A group of shadowy figures that Gu Shenwei was familiar with came out of a tent in front of him. It was a small number of people and their slender bodies were fully clothed in black. The iconic brown belts were attached to their waist and their faces were covered. Each person was holding a saber in their hands.
This was a group of more than 30 brown belt killers. They were slightly higher in rank than the apprentices but they have yet to accomplish the title of official killers.
At this moment, Gu Shenwei understood the strong fighting desires of the Great Snowmountain swordsmen. Seeing the men in black wielding their sabers, his first reaction was to switch to the Five Peaks Saber, jump off his horse, and contest with his juniors.
However, he was no longer a killer. Instead, he was the Dragon King who was leading an assault battalion of more than one hundred people.
”Kill--” He screamed again. The swordsmen's shouts were higher and longer lasting than the first time. Their heavy swords cut down and, as long as something was blocking their path, they would be cut into two. It didn't matter if it were people or objects.
This was the first time these teenage brown belt killers had encountered this kind of battle. How did their training compare to these opponents? They had never seen the fierce cavalry that had flooded in. If they were experienced old killers, they would have run faster than the machetemen and judge the situation from afar until it was safe for them to turn around. Unfortunately, these teenagers were hesitant between greeting the enemy and fleeing from the enemy.
The galloping warhorses didn't give them time to think. Hundreds of iron hooves slam the lives and dreams of the brown belt killers into the dirt. Some people leaped high and collided into the dense forest of swords. It was a scene of a lonely boat being swallowed by giant waves.
Gu Shenwei saw that a few swordsmen had fallen off their horses, but he did not lead the team to rescue them. Instead, he once again changed direction and rushed toward the west of the camp.
After three assaults, the sky was completely bright. There were more than a hundred swordsmen riding behind the Dragon King. The dozens of swordsmen on foot could not catch up with the Black Blood Flag, so they wielded their heavy swords and chased after the machetemen who had not been able to run away.
A great number of machetemen had escaped; only a few were able to mount their horses while others had fled on foot.
The camp was a complete mess, and it looked as if a hurricane had swept by. Gu Shenwei continued to chase the fugitives, but the battle was not over yet. The number of people from Great Snowmountain was too small to completely eliminate the enemy, but they were capable of killing as many as possible, and thus, instilling great fear into Golden Roc Fort.
The fleeing machetemen knew that the safest direction to run toward is the east. Dozens of horsemen in the forefront ran ahead a few miles, and a group of swordsmen on foot was killed in their spurs. The swordsmen, who were already impatient, were hot on their tail and became irritated the screams of their comrades that were cut down.