Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 485 Frequent Thunder

With a series of shouts, the chariot started immediately.

Some soldiers struggled to pull open the camp gate, but some of the fallen camp fences could not be pulled open.

Xie Zhong arranged two chariots in a row to reduce the attack surface and charge out through the camp gate.

The four wheels of the chariot sent the mud on the ground flying all over the sky, and four war horses dragged the heavy chariot out of the camp gate.

Chu Jiao was very anxious. Dozens of chariots rushed towards the camp gate one after another, blocking the way forward for the heavy armored battalion.

She had to suppress her anxiety and wait patiently.

The Tatar cavalry who were fighting with the Qingshui Army's light cavalry battalion suddenly heard a loud thunder behind them.

Then there was a wailing.

The sound of thunder struck their hearts again and again.

Is this another thunderstorm that has blown up the camp?

Wasn't it said that it was contained by Master Wen Gusun?

The Tatar soldiers, who had already been worried, were frightened by the successive thunderclaps and had no desire to fight anymore.

The Qingshui Army cavalry were energized when they heard the thunder and charged even harder.

In a short moment, the stalemate battle turned into a one-sided situation.

The individual quality of the Tatar cavalry was indeed high. Facing the crossbows and steel swords of the Qingshui cavalry, they still fought tenaciously and refused to retreat.

However, although they are physically strong, they are also skilled in martial arts.

But he couldn't withstand the psychological blow from the thunder and collapsed.

After hearing the thunder, he wanted to retreat and felt powerless to take action.

Coupled with the enemy's fierce attack, he became even more panicked when he saw his comrades falling off their horses one after another.

The Tatar cavalry on the periphery began to circle their horses and flee, which then spread to the Tatar cavalry inside the battle circle.

The originally stalemate battlefield began to collapse like collapsing dominoes.

The Qingshui Army immediately shouted loudly and chased the Tartars everywhere to attack them.

The defeat is inevitable and there is no way to turn things around.

Wanyan Anxu, who was far behind the army, had his guards holding an oil-paper umbrella for him and was listening proudly to the shouts of charge from the camp ahead.

Suddenly, a loud thunder almost made him fall off his horse.

Fortunately, a guard reacted quickly and reached out to support him.

Before Wanyan Anxu could sit down firmly, he heard a series of thunder explosions accompanied by screams.

He opened his mouth wide, ignoring the raindrops that hit his mouth, and stared blankly ahead.

Wasn’t the thunder contained?

Why did Master Wen Gusun's spell fail?

In the Tartar military camp, an isolated military tent stood in the heavy rain.

Wen Gusun sat cross-legged in the tent, his face hidden by his hair, and it was unknown what he was muttering.

The dwarf was still standing beside him, exactly the same height as he was sitting.

The surroundings were very quiet, with only the sound of heavy rain hitting the tent, no other sound.

Time passed quietly, and I didn't know how much time had passed.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder in the distance, as if the earth was shaking.

Wengusun also shuddered, and the dwarf was so startled that he turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

This kind of explosion was completely different from the thunder in the sky. They knew very well that this was not the power of nature.

But it also made them even more terrified.

The successive thunder explosions left Wen Gusun dazed and confused. A pitch-black eye without whites appeared from between his hair.

There are no pupils, it looks like a black vortex.

After a moment of silence, Wen Gusun reached out and tugged at the dwarf's arm.

The dwarf immediately reached out and helped him up, his small hands tightly grasping the strips of cloth on his body.

Without exchanging any words, the two men stepped out of the tent and walked forward into the pouring rain.

Two figures, one tall and one short, disappeared in the heavy white rain in an instant.

When Wanyan Anxu saw his own warhorse passing by not far away.

Then he knew that he had failed in this tough battle.

Unable to control myself, my body began to tremble.

I don't know if it's because of the cold, fear, or sadness...

The young Wanyan Anxu has never been so disappointed. From birth to now, he has always been full of vigor and has been the center of attention of countless people.

His ears were callused by all the words of praise.

The proud prince only wanted to defeat Lin Feng and bring Nalan back.

He returned to the imperial city with his triumphant army and took advantage of the situation to win Nalan's heart.

All the beauty was shattered by the thunder.

It's over...it's all over.

The captain of the guard frowned and looked at Wanyan Anxu's expression, then turned his head to look at the Tatar cavalry who occasionally rushed past in panic.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Come here, protect the steward and go!"

Wanyan Anxumu was stunned and retreated while being surrounded by a group of guards.

In the heavy rain, the Qingshui Army began to chase people all over the world, without any specific direction, and they would chase them wherever they could.

Even the soldiers of the Qingshui Army understood that this was a decisive battle and a fight to the death.

Now that we have won, we must maximize the results of the victory.

Lin Feng was drenched in the heavy rain and slowly sat down on the battlement of the city wall.

Let the rain flow through the gaps in the armor, into the clothes, and wash over the hot body.

He knew very well that in this battle, the Tiezhen tribe had been suppressed by him and had no elite troops left.

Apart from admitting defeat, he was unable to gather the remaining soldiers of the tribe to fight against him.

With the help of heavenly thunder, the road ahead on this grassland will be smooth.

The heavy rain continued for an hour and a half, and gradually stopped its violent momentum and turned into a drizzle.

The world suddenly became clear.

The grass was a mess, trampled by the war horses, and the countless corpses had been washed clean by the rain.

The engineers of the Qingshui Corps drove carriages out of the city and began to clean up the battlefield.

Many minor military officials also began to count the spoils and losses of war one by one.

Lin Feng took the towel handed to him by Cheng Liang, wiped the water stains on his face, and let out a long breath.

"Let's go and take a look outside the city."

It was supposed to be a great victory, but facing the casualties of more than 2,500 cavalrymen, Lin Feng could not be excited.

Although 11,200 Tatars were killed and 2,700 were captured, more than 10,000 escaped.

Looking at the battle report, Lin Feng had a gloomy face and didn't speak for a long time.

His Qingshui Army was the elite of the entire army, and every loss of one of them made him feel heartbroken.

Tao Jinwang, the centurion he had just promoted, was seriously injured.

This was the highest-ranking officer injured in the Qingshui Army's battle.

Lin Feng was also secretly complaining in his heart, this kid has brains and ability, but he is just willing to charge at the front and lacks the awareness of a commander.

I don't know how many times I have reminded them to pay attention to their own safety and to win the war while protecting themselves.

This is what a qualified commander is.

You brought more than a thousand people with you, but you died in the battle. Who will take care of the soldiers?

No matter what Lin Feng thought, the entire Qingshui Army was excited.

Many teams chased down the Bronze-armored Tartars.

This is a tremendous achievement. When have the Bronze-Armored Tartars ever been so worthless and escaped?

This time, the team that returned from the pursuit had bronze armor on their horses' backs, and their faces, wet with rain and sweat, were filled with excitement and excitement.

In the team led by Tao Dazhuang, there were soldiers who actually hung a silver armor in front of their horses.

Obviously, this was seized after killing a silver-armored Tartar.