Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 1652 - 1592: Quality Lacking? Make Up With Quantity!
"Such powerful elite cavalry." Uloran Clan touched the wound on his waist. This wound was not inflicted by Hua Xiong, but by an ordinary Xiliang Iron Cavalry in the fleeting moment they passed each other. Similarly, Hua Xiong’s wound was not inflicted by him.
Turning his head to look at Hua Xiong, who had already charged into the camp, Uloran Clan chose not to pursue. Instead, with a fierce expression, he ordered the drums of war to be sounded, then led his troops towards the gateway of the Northern Huns camp. Under the silver glow of the bright moon, he clearly saw the Han Army advancing on foot.
[How did the Han Army get here? Is there a traitor?] This thought flashed through Uloran Clan’s mind for a moment before it vanished immediately. There absolutely couldn’t be a traitor; everyone here had to be one of their own. This was Uloran Clan’s confidence.
As the sound of the drums echoed, the miscellaneous Hun on both sides of the Northern Huns camp started organizing in response to the drumbeat, recovering from their previous panic.
Even though the miscellaneous Hun had completely submitted to the Northern Huns, the Northern Huns wouldn’t think they were entitled to the same treatment. This was also why, despite camping alongside the Northern Huns, they were not in the same camp.
However, it was precisely because of this separation that the miscellaneous Hun were not affected by Hua Xiong’s camp raid.
After Hua Xiong passed by the Northern Huns Guards, there was practically nothing left in the Northern Huns camp to stop him. But now, with the rapidly organized Northern Huns clearly becoming more difficult to handle, Hua Xiong hesitated for a moment before following Zhou Yu’s orders to veer southward and charge out.
Soon, Hua Xiong led all the cavalry out from the Northern Huns’ flank. As for the miscellaneous Hun on the flank of the camp, they had clearly charged forward following Uloran Clan’s orders.
"Cough, cough, cough." Li Meng held the reins of his warhorse with one hand and covered the wound in his left lung with the other, blood continuously trickling from the corner of his mouth, making breathing increasingly difficult.
"Elder Brother Hua... I seem... to be at my limit." Li Meng covered the wound in his left lung, continuously spitting blood, as he breathed heavily like a windbox.
Charging forward, Hua Xiong silently turned his head, looking at Li Meng, whose mouth was stained with blood, wearing a tragic smile, not knowing what to say. After so many years of battling on the field, he had become accustomed to life and death.
"We must... complete, the strategist’s... ugh..." Li Meng roared furiously, and with a mouthful of blood, he collapsed forever.
Hua Xiong fiercely pulled on the reins, and his warhorse reared up. Countless cavalry behind him either charged a bit further and then stopped or halted instantly. Eventually, the entire army came to a halt.
Hua Xiong sat silently on his horse, quietly mobilizing Cloud Qi. Slowly raising his hand, he pressed a seven-foot pit into the ground, burying Li Meng within it, leaving no cairn or tombstone behind.
"Let’s go, we will destroy the Huns!" Hua Xiong’s eyes were icy cold, his voice slightly hoarse, as Xiliang lost yet another general.
"Destroy the Huns!" Wang Fang roared, and then all the Iron Cavalry echoed his shout.
Mounting once again, Hua Xiong rode forward. All the soldiers naturally avoided that spot, and soon nearly ten thousand remaining cavalry passed through, leaving behind only a riderless warhorse neighing there.
While Hua Xiong buried Li Meng, the Northern Huns Guards led three thousand of the Northern Huns to charge towards the gateway direction of the Han Army, while the miscellaneous Hun camps on both sides began organizing and charging as soon as the Northern Huns’ drums sounded.
As for the main force of the Northern Huns, though Hua Xiong nearly caused a camp explosion, the Northern Huns Guards forcibly stabilized the situation. However, the troops that could be mobilized in the short term were just those facing Zhou Yu and Chen Xi—the Northern Huns Guards and three thousand Northern Huns Elite Cavalry.
"Watch me." Zhou Yu said as he turned his head to Chen Xi. As he spoke, Zhou Yu’s Spiritual Talent immediately enveloped Uloran Clan’s head, causing the opponent to start charging first.
Chen Xi glanced at Zhou Yu as his Spiritual Talent slowly began to stir the hearts of all soldiers with the desire for victory. His Pseudo Legion Talent, to put it simply, relied on the Spiritual Talent to evoke a certain emotion, achieving effects similar to a Legion Talent through highly unified feelings.
The so-called seven emotions, also known as seven sentiments, are in essence Chen Xi’s ability to evoke a specific emotion needed by leveraging the recognition of those under his command. Of course, fear, shock, and sorrow are basically useless; Chen Xi initially said he could achieve what was needed.
As for Zhou Yu, the number of emotions he could evoke depended on his Zither Technique. However, considering Zhou Yu’s capabilities, he might be able to evoke all seven emotions, so there was no limitation for the two of them.
"Anger?" Chen Xi frowned, surprised by the instant sound of the zither that even affected him. "You can evoke emotions in enemy soldiers?"
"Why not?" Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow and said, "It just seems that the influence on the enemy is not that great. Fortunately, I never had high hopes on this."
"..." Chen Xi was speechless, realizing the principles underlying his own Legion Talent and Zhou Yu’s seemed completely different.
Chen Xi’s Legion Talent came from recognition of himself; because of this recognition, he could connect everyone’s emotions through the effects of his Spiritual Talent. Zhou Yu’s Legion Talent, on the other hand, was fundamentally a resonance derived from the Talent of the Zither.
By using the zither sound to generate the same emotions among all the soldiers, then naturally forming a resonance, this was the principle behind Zhou Yu’s Legion Talent. If the generated emotion was not positive, forming resonance wouldn’t that reduce combat power?
"Uh, I’m curious, how do you make the same zither sound evoke anger in us and fear in the enemy?" Chen Xi curiously asked.
"It’s simple, the song of the People of Qin by the Qin Family comes out bold and heroic, greatly increasing power, but when the Six States hear it, they are filled with dread." Zhou Yu casually explained.
"Next, just maintain your own Legion Talent. The biggest difference between our Legion Talents and others is that they can stack with other Legion Talents." Zhou Yu said with utmost seriousness.
"I refuse to believe that under the enforcement of threefold will, the Military Spirit Legion could still easily break through the Elite of Danyang that seamlessly aligns with Zheng Fang’s Legion Talent!" Zhou Yu said with a cold smile.
"Don’t be careless." Chen Xi said quietly, then, along with Zhou Yu, fully expanded his Pseudo Legion Talent, encompassing all the archers, as Zhou Yu did the same.
"Suddenly, I feel cooperating with you is quite good. If Bofu were still here, combined with the effects of his Reinforcement Corps Talent, I believe even the Military Spirit Legion couldn’t easily crush elite troops bolstered by four Legion Talents!" Zhou Yu said proudly.
