Mythical Three Kingdoms-Chapter 1656 - 1595:

"Your commander is dead, why not surrender at once!" Uloran Clan shouted loudly when Li Yan fell from his horse.

Though the Elite Troops of Danyang could still fight without a commander, under this roar, they couldn’t help but look back at their leading general charging at the front of the battlefield, and at this moment Li Yan had not yet gotten up after falling.

It was also this moment of distraction that the Elite of Danyang, which had seemed like an integral whole, and had even been swaying towards a new height and began to condense the Legion’s Will, suddenly awoke.

The ominous crimson glow gathered beside Li Yan gradually dissipated in this instant.

The awakened Elite of Danyang suddenly lost the previous sense of being one with thousands, lost the feeling of sharing among themselves, and more importantly, lost the resolve to fight desperately beyond physical limits.

At this moment, nearly a hundred Elite of Danyang who fought bravely but had suffered severe injuries suddenly fell, and all other Elite of Danyang no longer seemed to possess endless strength, able to continue fighting intensely without rest.

Fatigue rushed in like a tide, even the sword, shield, and bow in their hands felt unbearably heavy, whereas the Northern Huns Guards still retained endless stamina as before, showcasing the routine effects of Military Spirit.

Having lost the chance to enter another realm, the Elite of Danyang seemed exhausted, and they now completely lost the ability to contend with the Northern Huns Guards.

Zhou Yu silently commanded Cheng Pu to lead the Personal Army to assist the Elite of Danyang. Even if he didn’t know exactly what happened, he understood that when Li Yan fell earlier, he might have completely lost the opportunity to create a miracle.

Chen Xi quietly watched the dark line coming from the northwest direction; that signal arrow was a notice to Hua Xiong, and now Hua Xiong had finally arrived, but unfortunately, the Elite of Danyang and Cheng Pu’s Personal Army were still engaged in battle.

At this moment, Chen Xi finally understood what Zhou Yu meant by him going all out with his resources, probably not yielding in determination to the military generals, sparing no effort in exhausting their own elite troops to trap the Hun Guards, creating an opportunity for the Iron Cavalry to annihilate the Hun Guards.

As the signal arrow sounded, Hua Xiong, who was silently feeding bean cakes to the war horse to restore its stamina faster, mounted his horse but did not charge directly as Zhou Yu required. Instead, he suddenly tightened the reins, turning to face all of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry.

At this moment, Hua Xiong’s eyes were filled with both determination and remembrance; he saw countless silhouettes on these men, those of the gallant and imposing Dong Zhuo, the lightly laughing and proud Li Ru, and those who competed with him for food from the same pot, Li Jue, Guo Si, Fan Chou, and Zhang Ji.

At this instant, countless comrades who had fought alongside Hua Xiong for the undefeated prestige of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry emerged one by one before his eyes, those buried deep in memory, inexplicably forgotten, all resurfaced suddenly.

"Everyone, follow me to kill the enemy, for our undefeated Iron Cavalry, for all brothers who fought to the death for this undefeated name, to use our Long Spears and the Hun Guards’ blood to reforge this undefeated name!" Hua Xiong said with deep emotion to all the Xiliang Iron Cavalry.

"Kill!" Hua Xiong roared furiously, clenching his horse’s abdomen, and all the Xiliang Iron Cavalry immediately followed. A massive cone formation almost instantly took shape, and the distance between each warhorse instantly fixed itself, with each soldier naturally finding his position.

At this moment, the attention of all soldiers was raised to its peak, and the latent power of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry continuously surged forth. Hua Xiong’s army talent, like flames, combined with the forces of Zhou Yu and Chen Xi infused into the army talent, deepened under this surging power, finally transforming into pure darkness.

At the moment when the army talent completely lost its luster, the speed of the Xiliang Iron Cavalry seemed to break through a certain limit, rushing forward like an arrow leaving the string, almost instantly detaching from the pursuing Wuhuan Elite Cavalry.

"Victory in Battle!" Hua Xiong shouted hoarsely. This roar reached Uloran Clan’s ears the instant the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, with all its fierce speed, successfully caught up with the Northern Huns Guards-led elite cavalry.

As the Xiliang Iron Cavalry fought with only a Long Spear and intrepid momentum, it reached the peak of Essence, Qi, and Spirit upon crashing into the Northern Huns Guards, naturally using the maneuvers trained countless times as the Flying Bear Reserve Army.

A simple direct thrust at this moment produced a sound of air exploding, the nearly extreme force combined with the charging speed needing no other technique, faster and stronger than the opponent, killing with just one strike.

In the brief span of a few breaths, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, under Hua Xiong’s leadership, burst forth in blood and directly pierced through the Northern Huns Elite Cavalry, confronting the Northern Huns Guards head-on.

The three thousand Northern Huns Elite Cavalry at that moment were easily slashed open by the Iron Cavalry like white mourning clothes, and Hua Xiong, at almost an extreme accumulation of power, confronted Uloran Clan turning his horse head-on, with his mind almost blank.

The sensation of almost instantly trampling a troop of elite cavalry left Hua Xiong almost indulged in it, and in a trance, Hua Xiong’s simple mind, unable to think deeply or complexly, suddenly understood that the Xiliang Iron Cavalry actually didn’t need intricate maneuvers.

The seemingly extremely glamorous maneuvers of the Flying Bear, to Hua Xiong at this moment, seemed merely a fusion of power and speed, how it was achieved wasn’t important, especially to Hua Xiong who had climbed to the height of Military Spirit.

What Military Spirit is doesn’t matter, what matters is what is needed.

Sensing danger, passing down power, tactical techniques? No, no, actually the Xiliang Iron Cavalry completely doesn’t need these.

To the Iron Cavalry focused purely on melee charging, all that is needed is attack, defense, and speed; other things matter little to them, even the Military Spirit Effect of the Northern Huns Guards means nothing to them!

After comprehending all this, the black flames that centered around Hua Xiong abruptly shattered and dispersed, and at this moment Hua Xiong clearly sensed every change in the legion.

In the instant they faced each other, the two most elite cavalry of the era accelerated to their limits, then collided under the moonlight.