Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 1655 - 1594: As If About to Ascend

Amidst the galloping warhorses, the skilled movements and the ease seemingly engraved in their bones showed the hatred between the two sides back then. The Northern Huns Guards didn’t know how long they had waited for this day, nor how many times they had rehearsed for this moment.

"Hahaha!" Uloran Clan’s wanton laughter echoed as the long spear whirled, blossoming with blood flowers. Amidst the flickering spear shadows, it was impossible to determine the next strike’s landing point, and the swaying figure was so elusive that even a ten-stone strong bow used for sniping couldn’t lock on.

At the moment when the blood flowers splashed, the Elite Troops of Danyang realized that their strongest move had been seen through at some unknown time, and the opponent, unbelievably, had devised a countermeasure within seconds, appearing as if they had rehearsed countless times.

Every Elite Soldier of Danyang, risking their lives, launched attacks against the Northern Huns who broke into their main formation, but even focused strikes failed to hit the target. The combined efforts of the troops couldn’t take down the Hun Guards, and the gap between the two sides was stark at this moment.

"Beat the drums!" Zhou Yu, his face ashen, could not have been unprepared after he had heavily invested in Chen Xi’s favor. Even the elites of Danyang, when Zhou Yu comprehended the might of the Northern Huns Guards, he realized they weren’t adversaries the Danyang elites could withstand.

As the Northern Huns Elite Cavalry charged alongside the Northern Huns Guards, the front-line main formation of Danyang elites positioned by Zhou Yu was visibly compressed.

"Wen Pin, release the arrows!" Zhou Yu took a deep breath and shouted to Wen Pin. He had already seen Li Yan leading the Danyang elites on the front line and also saw the Northern Huns Guards, leading the Hun Elite Cavalry, tearing through his arranged battle line.

At Zhou Yu’s command, Wen Pin set the specially crafted signal arrow onto the bowstring and fired forward. The sharp whistle was so distinct amidst the battle cries, yet the Hunnic Elites at the front easily dodged it.

Li Yan commanded all the Danyang elites, blocking the Northern Huns Guards’ charge one wave at a time, even personally leading his trusted aides to confront the Uloran Clan’s direct charge that broke through the line, forcibly stalling the Uloran Clan’s assault with skilled tactical shifts.

Seeing his trusted aides fall under the enemy’s attack with little resistance, Li Yan felt increasing pressure, but still had no thought of retreat. Instead, under this pressure, his command of the legion became more flexible.

Relying on Legion Talent and the changes in military formation, they tenaciously held onto the Northern Huns Guards. Although Uloran Clan roared in frustration, they couldn’t immediately break through the final line of defense formed by the Danyang elites, and due to Li Yan’s desperate counter-charge, suffered considerable casualties!

The first line of defense composed of Elite Troops of Danyang was continuously weakened by the alarming rate of casualties, yet not a single Elite Troop retreated. Having fought to this extent, retreat meant death, whereas standing firm, unbroken, still held a slim chance of survival.

With the mindset of being a nearly collective entity, the Elite Troops of Danyang unleashed their full strength, using their lives to halt the advance of the Northern Huns Guards. Driven by this powerful conviction, the severely injured Danyang elites even unleashed power nearly surpassing their own limits.

Holding steadfast against the Northern Huns, the Danyang elites, determined not to retreat a single step, wielded the bloody long swords and great shields with authentic strength to confront the Northern Huns at this moment. The previously colorless Legion Talent, under this bloody baptism, even began to gradually display a red radiance.

The blood-stained great sword, the great shield bent by horse hooves, under the unyielding will of the Danyang elite troops, saw fractured arms gripping their weapons firmly. Their unyielding will even surpassed the limits of their physical bodies, desperately holding back the foes before them.

Amidst the blur, the Danyang elite troops, who were originally one entity in their ultimate state, seemed to perceive each ally’s status, every ally’s position, and didn’t even need to open their eyes to naturally grasp each ally’s movements as if they truly were a single person.

A ten-stone strong bow was drawn once more, and a black arrow shot towards the Northern Huns. However, the opponent, relying on retained vision and danger perception, preemptively dodged, leading the arrow to their side, just like before, about to critically hit another Elite Soldier of Danyang.

Yet, at this instant, a Danyang elite defending the Northern Huns Guards, as if preparing in advance, tilted the great shield at a slight angle. A crisp metallic clang echoed, and the arrow shifted an angle, piercing through the side of a Northern Huns Guards warhorse’s neck.

The moment a bowl-sized wound appeared, the warhorse’s front hoof involuntarily softened. At this moment, the long sword of another Elite Soldier of Danyang seemed to be there just in time, slicing across the neck of a falling Northern Huns Guard from the horse with ease.

Though this kind of strike wasn’t considered a lethal blow to the Northern Huns Guard, once struck, the Northern Huns Guard fell, his limbs twitching twice before blood spurted from his neck. Thereafter, that Northern Huns Guard never stood up again.

This strange scene sporadically recurred in the battlefield between the Northern Huns Guards and the Danyang elites, as if suddenly, the entire Danyang elite troops became a collective whole, with every Danyang elite being part of this whole, enjoying the judgment and observation acquired by the whole.

Under such circumstances, numerous incredible collaborations appeared on the battlefield between the Northern Huns and the Danyang elites.

Until Uloran Clan fully unleashed the Military Spirit, successfully curbing this situation. Although the incredible collaboration among the Danyang elites persisted, under the full power of Military Spirit, the only path for the Danyang elite troops to kill the Northern Huns Guards might be decapitation.

"We must hold the line!" Li Yan roared. At this moment, not only did the dazzling brilliance of his Legion Talent shine on him, but that ominous bloody light also emerged. Regardless of the effect, Li Yan was giving his all to repel the enemy’s charge.

"Die for me!" Uloran Clan whirled his long spear, finally seizing the chance to parry Li Yan’s long spear before fiercely thrusting upward at Li Yan’s skull.

Li Yan fell backward, but the sharp spear qi still knocked off his helmet, leaving a shallow scar on his forehead.

"Boom!" Uloran Clan’s missed thrust followed with a fierce downward swing, crashing into Li Yan’s spear shaft with tremendous force. Under the massive impact, Li Yan’s warhorse let out a sorrowful cry, kneeling down directly, as Li Yan tumbled off.