boyutpedia Chapter 19 Encounter with the Iron Falcon
Chapter 19 Encounter with the Iron Falcon
The battle scenes were direct and bloody, the most savage clashes, with longswords, maces, and spiked clubs raining down on the opponent.
Lu Yuan's troops broke through the enemy lines time and time again, and the military patterns emanating from his body became clearer and clearer, covering every soldier.
It formed a sharp, almost tangible arrowhead.
Cut and pierced through the flesh of the Northern Barbarian cavalry.
The battle lasted for about an hour. After suffering three deaths and two injuries, the eleven men around Lu Yuan annihilated the thirty-four Northern Barbarians on the other side.
In this battle, a total of twenty-one enemies died at Lu Yuan's hands.
Eight of them were skilled immigrants.
This time, we gained a lot, but the cost was equally high.
Patting the wet back of his horse, Lu Yuan addressed the crowd behind him: "Everyone, dismount and collect the spoils of war. Carry the fallen brothers back on horseback. We'll only stay for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, so hurry up."
He had a vague feeling that there were still Northern Barbarian cavalry nearby.
This place is not a place to stay for long.
"Yes, sir." Wei Yong was now completely convinced by Lu Yuan.
He responded and jumped off his horse, quickly searching the corpse.
This time the harvest was considerable; everyone would consider themselves rich once they returned.
Lu Yuan did not dismount, but scanned his surroundings, constantly patrolling the vicinity.
However, everyone consciously gathered his share together first. Twenty-one warhorses, twenty-one heads, some armor, and valuables were all tied to the horses' backs and packed in saddlebags.
As soon as the time it takes for an incense stick to burn was up, everyone got back on their horses.
They spurred their warhorses toward Icefield City.
Old Huang handed Lu Yuan a bow with an iron frame, along with several large jugs of wolf-hair arrows.
He was a meticulous person. Although he didn't play a significant role in the battle just now, he was the one who cared most about Lu Yuan when collecting supplies, which is one of the reasons why Lu Yuan always took him along.
It was already dark, but the group dared not linger, continuing their journey on horseback while munching on dry rations.
The three dead brothers were slung across the horse's back.
My legs bobbed with the horse's back.
Now, Lu Yuan's team, including the injured, only has nine members left.
They walked very carefully.
However, what was bound to happen eventually did happen, when they were less than forty miles away from Icefield City.
A dark mass appeared ahead, numbering around forty, but their aura was quite different.
These people were very strong, and Lu Yuan could clearly smell the blood on their bodies as the wind blew.
It sent chills down his spine; he never imagined that so many strange things would happen on this mission.
The previously scattered scouts of the northern barbarians gathered together and even encountered elite troops rarely seen in the past.
"My lord, it is the Northern Barbarian Eagle Banner." Old Huang said, his voice trembling slightly.
Seeing that Lu Yuan didn't react, he continued, "The Northern Barbarian Eagle Banner is the exclusive banner of the Iron Falcons. This is an Iron Falcon, as famous as our Northern Frontier's Night Scouts, very powerful."
Wei Yong wiped the blood dripping from the warhammer in his hand and gritted his teeth, saying, "We've come this far, let's fight."
Those who can gain a foothold in northern Xinjiang are born with a ruthless streak.
Seeing that they had collided with the Iron Falcon, there was no other way but to fight back.
Lu Yuan glanced at the enemy's warhorses: "They are all fine horses from the wilderness. If we can't escape, then we'll fight to the death."
"Yo yo!"
The Iron Falcon on the other side also spotted Lu Yuan and his group, but instead of charging at them directly, it formed a large circle and kept spinning around them, making various shouts.
The piercing sound is very annoying.
Lu Yuan frowned.
The "Spearhead Formation," used by lower-ranking officers and soldiers in the Dayong Dynasty, has one advantage: it has no limit on the number of people; even three people can form a formation.
Nine is enough now.
Wei Yong and his men abandoned their spoils, tightened their armor, and prepared to fight to the death.
"If any brothers return, every single piece of the spoils of war must be brought home to the fallen brothers, and a portion of your own share must be left for the widows of the fallen brothers."
After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he took out the Iron Bow.
At the same time, the iron hawks circling around them all drew their bows and arrows and shot them at Lu Yuan and the others in the center.
"Push the captured warhorses to the outer perimeter to block the arrows."
Lu Yuan had barely finished speaking when he had already drawn the iron bow to its full extent.
Then, it shot forward.
"Whoosh!"
He was very fast, and in a short time he fired seven or eight arrows in succession. The iron hawks that were circling around them caused seven or eight people to fall off their horses in an instant.
"Herod!"
At the same time, the warhorses that had just been driven to the outer perimeter and were blocking Lu Yuan and his men let out a mournful neigh as they were instantly struck by iron hawk arrows and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, none of his men were hit.
Although everyone was heartbroken that so many warhorses had died, they couldn't care less about anything else at this moment.
They simply continued to drive the remaining horses to roam the perimeter.
Lu Yuan, carrying the iron-rimmed bow, moved even faster.
"Bang! Bang!"
With each tremor of the bowstring, an iron hawk is shot down.
He was very careful this time, so the iron bow did not break.
So, with each arrow fired, someone fell to the ground.
In a short time, more than a dozen iron hawks died under his arrows.
The number of people on the other side also decreased from more than forty to less than thirty.
Their arrows were blocked by the warhorses running around Lu Yuan and the others.
The centurion leading the group was a man who was at least two meters tall, wearing fine bronze armor, and had a ferocious face.
He realized he had been careless, underestimating this small group of Yong people, which led to irreparable losses.
His face turned ashen, and his eyes became unusually sinister in the night, like a vulture in the wilderness.
"Charge in and take them out."
Seeing that the archery encirclement was not enough to deal with Lu Yuan and the others, he prepared to fight them in close combat.
"Everyone mount your horses and prepare to meet the enemy."
When they were fending off the arrows, everyone dismounted. Now, they saw the Iron Falcon charging up, ready for close combat.
They all rushed to set off.
They restored their formation, now realizing that their only hope lay in their military formation.
After mounting his horse, Lu Yuan did not put down his bow and arrows, but continued to fire several more in succession.
After shooting down several more men, he tossed the iron-rimmed bow aside, drew his longsword, and shouted, "Kill!"
The next target was the centurions led by Iron Falcon.
This person's cultivation level is at the Tendon Refining Realm. If he were to use the military formation, he would not be without the power to fight.
Once we take care of him, this battle will be much easier.
At the very least, Lu Yuan and the others had one more opportunity.
The centurion opposite them was furious; they had never suffered such a loss before.
A mere army of a dozen or so men from the Great Yong Kingdom suffered so many deaths.
He intends to skin these people and embed their skins in his saddle.