Chapter 974: The Fierce Battle in the Valley
"Change the formation to Crane Wing!"

Zhao Tieshan wiped away the blood that blurred his vision. Wuxiong Youwei's cavalry suddenly deployed to both sides. The silver-armored cavalry cut through the thick smoke like goose-feather knives and collided with the Flying Tiger Cavalry in the center of the valley, creating a bloody mist all over the sky.

Li Cunxiao, who was leading the way, wielded Yuwang Spear and knocked three cavalrymen away head-on, and the tip of the spear suddenly turned towards Zhao Tieshan's face.

"boom!"

The Right Guard general's Xuanhua axe chopped off the spear shadow, but the axe blade got stuck in the serrations of the spear. Li Cunxiao grinned and swept the spear across, sweeping Zhao Tieshan and his horse off the official road.

On the east cliff, Liang Lin used his two hammers to jam the capstan of the catapult, and actually overturned the entire machine with his divine power.

The soldiers of the Heavy Rock Guard screamed and fell into the sea of ​​fire. The burning logs rolled down the mountain, turning the valley bottom into a flowing sea of ​​fire.

Qiao Shefei suddenly jumped into the fire, and used the double blades of Doom to split the burning antlers. The few nails in his hand were specifically inserted into the armor gaps of the officers of the Heavy Rock Guard, and each nail would pierce their throats.

"Ming Jin withdraws his troops!"

Li Jingyuan suddenly shouted, and the sound of Wuxiong Zuowei's horn pierced through the thick smoke, and the silver-armored cavalry began to retreat in an orderly manner.

Liang Fang was about to give chase when he suddenly saw smoke rising from the sea of ​​fire at the bottom of the valley - three red chains pointing straight to the sky, which was the signal that Meng Zhang's main force had arrived!
At the top of West Cliff Peak, Meng Zhang’s large banner suddenly appeared in the morning light.

The 150,000-strong Yellow Turban army was like a dark cloud pressing down on the city. The sound of war drums made the broken rocks on the cliff fall to the ground. Li Cunxiao rode his horse and stood in front of the formation. The blood on King Yu's spear dripped into a line, reflecting a strange red light in the morning light.

"Gu Changqing is almost here."

Qiao Shefei wiped the blood off the sword and sneered at the commander's flag looming at the end of the valley.

There, the twin swords of Qiankun in the hands of the Great Qian God of War were glowing with green light, the silver armor of the Wuxiong Guards shone again in the morning sun, and the rock-gray battle flag of the Chongyan Guards and the blood-red battle flag of the Chijia Army intertwined into a blood-red curtain.

The fire at the bottom of Hulu Valley gradually weakened, and the scorched earth was filled with broken spears and swords.

Before he finished speaking, a clear dragon roar suddenly came from the top of the mountain.

Meng Zhang's main force was like a dark cloud pressing down on the city. The Qinglong Legion's unique heavy crossbow cart was being set up, and the crossbow's winch made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

"Master Gu has arrived just in time! Let's see how far this drama of luring the enemy into a trap will go?"

The Yellow Turban commander suddenly clapped his hands and laughed. At the same time, the beacon fire in the valley suddenly turned dark blue, which was the signal for the Yellow Turban army to launch a general attack.

Liang Lin's double hammers suddenly burst out with thunder and fire, and the gunpowder in the secret compartment of the hammer head was ignited by the strong energy, and with a loud bang, a gap was blown in Wu Xiongwei's shield wall.

Although the phoenix wings on Liang Fang's boring blade were broken, a three-inch poisonous dragon thorn suddenly popped out from the boring tip. Li Jingyuan was unable to dodge and his left shoulder suddenly became pitch black.

"Form the Mysterious Python Formation!"

Tan Mengjun's voice suddenly pierced through the sea of ​​fire. Among the rebel-suppressing army, the red-armored soldiers directly under his command unfolded their black iron shields, protecting the central army tightly.

The heavy sword in the hands of this rebellion-suppressing general glowed with a strange red light, and the crossbow arrows of the Yellow Turban Army broke wherever the sword passed.

At the same time, the heavy rock guards in front suddenly changed their formation. Wei Tieyan led the crowd to insert their shields into the mud and took out special water bags from their arms.

These bags made of pig urinary bladders were filled with tung oil. After being ignited by rockets, they turned into fire tornadoes, whistling towards the sulfur fire belt of the Yellow Turban Army.

"Does Meng Ze recognize the 'Nine Appearances of Cloud Dragon' of my Chongyan Guards?"

The collision of water and fire created a white mist all over the sky, and Han Junfeng laughed loudly in the thick mist.

When the fog dissipated, the cavalry of Wuxiongwei had already changed into special anti-slip iron hooves. Li Jingyuan used the last move of "Tiangang Thirteen Spears" with his injured body, and Liang Lin's hammer chain broke with a sound when the spear passed.

"General Li, can you lend me your head?"

The Flying Tiger Marshal grinned and smashed the gun blade with one hammer, and hit the old general's head with the other hammer.

The sound of a boring blade breaking through the air suddenly came from overhead, and Liang Fang also leaped towards Li Jingyuan, with the boring tip only three inches away from the old general's back.

Zhao Tieshan used his Xuanhua Axe to split the poisonous mist, and held the axe blade against the boring bar, shouting: "Liang Fang, you bastard! Take this axe from Grandpa Zhao!"

This fierce general was covered in blood, yet he fought against two masters alone with his injured body. The gap on the axe blade became more and more hideous.

Meng Zhang, who was watching the battle on the top of the mountain, suddenly raised his hand, and fifteen iron-clad wooden gates fell down with a loud bang. These special gates contained caltrops, which happened to block the entrance of the valley when they landed.

"Is Meng Zhang trying to catch a turtle in a jar?"

"Grand Master, it's time to take out that thing." Tan Mengjun sneered at the gate in the dust, and suddenly pointed the heavy sword in his hand at the Wuxiong Guard formation.

Gu Changqing's cloudy pupils suddenly lit up, and the twin swords of Qiankun in his hands were replaced by a gilded bell.

The old general suddenly jumped on his horse and rushed out of the tent. The sound of his hammer hitting the plate made a deafening roar. The Yellow Turban Army's formation was slightly disrupted when the sound waves passed by. The cavalrymen of Wuxiongwei suddenly took off their helmets collectively, revealing their white hair - these were all the death-defying soldiers composed of retired veterans!

"Listen up, Yellow Turbans!"

Gu Changqing's roar made the cliff tremble.

"Today, I will teach you what it means to..."

Before the old general finished speaking, Meng Zhang's main force had already flooded over East Cliff like a black tide, and the armor of the Qinglong Legion glowed like phosphorescence in the dark blue beacon fire.

"What a fight between dragons and tigers! Send a message to the whole army..."

The Yellow Turban commander looked at the chaotic battlefield, but his expression did not show any solemnity at all.

Before he finished speaking, red fireworks suddenly exploded in the northwest sky. Meng Zhang's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw that what burst out of the fireworks was actually a hideous ghost face. The position of the ghost face's eyes clearly marked the coordinates of Hulu Valley.

"Gu Changqing, this old man, really saw through it..."

He pulled the reins suddenly, his expression changed, but he didn't look too surprised.

Before he could finish his words, the sound of horse hooves like thunder suddenly came from outside the valley.

"Mr. Meng, Yun has been waiting for you here for a long time."

The White Horse Volunteers, led by Zhao Yun, wearing a white horse and silver armor, appeared on the mountain path like ghosts, and a uniform sneer emanated from under the black iron masks.

"Are you enjoying your trick of luring someone into a trap?"

The bright silver spear in the hands of the general on a white horse and silver armor had turned into afterimages all over the sky. The heavy crossbows of the Qinglong Army were broken wherever the spear passed. He looked at Meng Zhang's calm face and suddenly smiled.

At this moment in Hulu Valley, the fight between Li Jingyuan, Liang Fang and Zhao Tieshan has reached a climax.

The old general's sword blade was broken by three inches, Liang Lin's hammer chain entangled his right leg, and Zhao Tieshan's Xuanhua Axe split the poisonous fog and went straight for Liang's front door.

The weapons of the three fierce generals were suddenly entangled in a ball, and sparks flew, making it impossible to distinguish between friend and foe. Suddenly, an earth-shaking roar came from the depths of the valley. Everyone turned their heads and saw that Wu Xiongwei's Death Battalion was pushing ten special thunderbolt carts towards the gate.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"

Liang Fang laughed wildly and knocked three crossbowmen away with a blow, while Zhao Tieshan on the opposite side took the opportunity to cut off the chain of Liang Lin's hammer with an axe. The fierce general was covered in blood, and suddenly opened his mouth to bite the iron chain on Liang Lin's hammer. When his fangs sank deeply, he pulled Marshal Feihu to stagger back.

"Iron Mountain!"

Li Jingyuan's eyes were bloodshot, and the spear light suddenly increased by more than ten feet and chopped towards Liang Lin. The old general's white hair was all scattered in the fierce battle. Rain mist rose where the spear tip passed, leaving a three-foot long blood mark on Liang Lin's chest.

Marshal Feihu groaned, and his two hammers turned into shadows all over the sky. Wherever the hammer shadows passed, the old general's armor burst like butterflies, revealing the soaked linen shirt underneath.

Suddenly, a whistling arrow flew across the battlefield with a sharp whistle, and both sides who were fighting stopped at the same time.

Meng Zhang's main force had already crossed the East Cliff, and the armor of the Qinglong Legion was glowing coldly in the dim blue beacon fire. At the direction of the valley entrance, Zhao Yun's White Horse Volunteers were waiting in formation.

Facing the chaotic battlefield in the valley, Meng Zhang raised his hand and threw an order arrow, and fifteen iron-clad wooden gates suddenly rose up, revealing the crossbow carts behind them that were ready for battle.

"Master Gu, please look carefully - this is what I have prepared for you..."

Meng Zhang looked at the two parties fighting in the valley and sneered.

"Ten thousand crossbows fired at once!"

He deliberately dragged out the last word, looked at the solemn expression on Gu Changqing's face at the other end of Hulu Valley, and suddenly shouted.

In an instant, the Qinglong Legion's crossbows, divine arm crossbows, and three-bow crossbows were all launched at the same time.

Crossbow arrows as thick as a child's arm flew across the battlefield with sharp whistles. The silver-armored cavalry of the Wuxiong Guard fell in groups, and the crossbowmen of the Chongyan Guard were nailed to death among the rocks.

Li Jingyuan swung his sword to block three arrows, but the fourth crossbow arrow pierced his left shoulder. When the old general staggered to his knees, he saw Liang Lin's double hammers dancing into silver balls, knocking away all the crossbow arrows like a rainstorm.

(End of this chapter)