Their martial arts were stronger than the iron cavalry, but as Jianghu experts, they had never encountered such enemies.
Seemingly fearless, seemingly unaware of death, they charged forward relentlessly.
One person would die, and another would step over the comrade's corpse and rush forward, continuously slaughtering. A right arm broken, they'd use the left; both arms broken, they'd crash with their bodies, bite with their teeth. They had never seen such a burning combat will; some even lost their lives unexpectedly.
Even with a dozen heavy cavalry, forming a formation after dismounting.
With the aid of war horses, dealing with a Seventh Rank Martial Artist skilled in long-range attack wasn't difficult.
Because at this stage, there wasn't any substantial difference between martial artists.
Sheng Zhehan struggled to keep his body from collapsing, looking at the gruesome battlefield around him, his breath somewhat rushed, and fatigue—extreme fatigue.
But at that moment, he clearly heard an indifferent voice from the front of the army:
"A worthy strong enemy, a worthy opponent to face."
"Whoever is next, who wishes to challenge them?"
As if they hadn't seen the horror of the poison formation just now, nor the comrades' corpses still lying on the ground, several military generals shouted, one of whom urged his warhorse forward, dragging a war hammer weighing thousands of pounds, saying:
"Next, we'll challenge you all."
The same heavy cavalry, as if they hadn't seen the previous brutal slaughter, or rather, such brutal slaughter only intensified the combat will in these heavy cavalry.
This is the rare strong assault army in the world, facing a powerful enemy, they fear but compared to fear, the thrill of engaging in combat is what they enjoy more.
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Only the burning combat will can forge such unparalleled iron cavalry.
Last time it was three hundred riders.
This time, five hundred riders charged out.
The leading general was even more formidable than the previous one, with a thick aura and stronger physical strength, like a human-shaped fierce tiger, perched on a gigantic warhorse, slowly moving forward, while the iron cavalry behind was slowly adjusting their breath and pace.
Sheng Zhehan tightened the weapon in his hand.
He already understood that the opponent didn't consider them as equals; the reason they hadn't slaughtered them in one go was, firstly, it might affect the Zhan Lu Sword Array behind them, secondly, due to their nature, they disdain to bully the few with many; thirdly, it was to use them for training, not missing any opportunity to hone their swords.
They were merely prey caught by the beast; their current struggle was just play.
Despair flickered in Sheng Zhehan's eyes, even the Fourth Rank Lv Yingbo, facing the world's strong army led by Fifth Rank generals, was powerless, naturally powerless—this was a force truly powerful enough to ravage the world. Eight thousand men before them, equivalent to the full strength of a Great Qin province.
The tall general raised the heavy hammer in his hands, lifted his head and said:
"Our opponent has shown courage and caliber not inferior to our warriors, now it's time to respond."
The dark warhorse beneath him, without a single stray hair, moved its steps, followed by five hundred heavy, a thunderous hooves roar, Sheng Zhehan like a madman threw down the bow and arrows in his hand, lifting and throwing each warhorse's corpse forward, blocking the charge formation in front.
The remaining living martial artists reacted, doing the same.
Many warhorses died on the ground earlier; they became natural barricades now, and besides, facing the corpses of former comrades and mounts, the enemy may not be able to break through easily.
In front of the charging army, Jianghu martial artists, all wounded, frantically tossed heavy corpses; even the delicate Lv Yingbo did the same. The charge became more magnificent, highlighting their actions as laughable and futile.
The leading general eyes were cold, without a hint of hesitation.
Behind him, the iron cavalry was like a cold beam, like arrows shot from a fully drawn strong bow, skimming across the earth, stepping over the former comrades and warhorses' corpses. The comrades were already dead, so continuing what they left unfinished was the best way to honor them.
The general held a grim expression, looked at Sheng Zhehan who rushed at the formation like a mad dog, drew his side sword.
Expression cold, right hand's hammer lifted, the blade collided with the heavy hammer. Sheng Zhehan, who just stepped into Fifth Rank, with Qi Mechanism already weakened, was powerless to fight back, coughed up blood, flew backward, yet the heavy cavalry's charge did not slow at all.
The general's hammer hammered down fiercely, about to crush Sheng Zhehan's skull.
A fierce wind hit, Sheng Zhehan despairedly closed his eyes, heart filled with unwillingness and helplessness, but facing such terrifying force, an individual's courage and resolve couldn't make any difference.
Unwilling, unwilling...
The giant hammer fell, yet seemingly intentionally to humiliate him, didn't take his life, merely brushed past lightly, sending him flying backward, crashing into the sword array's light screen heavily, a very clear sound of bones cracking heard, Sheng Zhehan couldn't help coughing up mouthfuls of blood, landed on the ground heavily.
Meanwhile, the general formed an array, displayed extremely exquisite and subtle martial skills.