Chapter 1380 - 336: Po Jun!

Chapter 1380: Chapter 336: Po Jun!

As soon as the words were spoken,

a rapid sound of hooves approached.

Nearly three thousand cavalry charged directly into the battle circle with lightning speed.

Led by Jin Shuke, they completely ignored the blockade troops set up by the Chu people on the periphery. Instead, they swiftly bypassed them, choosing not to randomly dive into any battle, but to press along the battlefield’s edge with unabated horsepower, aiming directly at the Bronze war chariot under the Fire Phoenix banner.

Shi Yuantang’s eyes narrowed, and he ordered:

"Order the front divisions to ignore me and continue pressing forward. Break through the main formation of the Yan people."

However,

in the current chaos of the battlefield, military orders were difficult to convey quickly. Moreover, the Yan cavalry’s direct attack on their own Zhuguai’s Bronze war chariot prompted many Chu troops at the front to choose to retreat and defend.

Suddenly, the pressure on the Yan army eased considerably.

Jin Shuke did not act according to the ’capture the king first’ strategy, because he knew the king was not there.

To be precise, in Jin Shuke’s view, there was only one king on this battlefield, and that was his lord!

Rushing into the Fire Phoenix banner now might earn them a commendation for killing an enemy general, but it would likely be obstructed by the Chu army. Once his mobile troops got stuck here, the battlefield would revert to a quagmire state.

This was something Jin Shuke was unwilling to see; he considered this a waste, a huge waste!

Some people,

might really be born with innate war talents.

Some people,

once discovered, naturally possess an instinct sharper than others.

From East Mountain Fort stretching north, Jin Shuke immediately identified the truly critical point on this vast battlefield, the core location of the Yan and Chu contention.

But he did not choose to directly insert himself there; instead, he led his troops on a feigned maneuver around the Bronze war chariot, forcing the Chu forces to conduct a large-scale retreat to support their own Zhuguai.

In an instant,

he waved his spear,

uttering a piercing war cry unique to the Barbarians,

and led all his cavalry behind him,

with unyielding momentum,

to slam into the center command, where Lord Pingye’s command chariot was located!

"Boom!!!"

First avoiding the Chu people’s external blockade, then maneuvering the Chu forces via his movements on the battlefield, and finally during their redeployment, transforming himself into a sword, plunging mercilessly into what he considered the heart!

The Chu people before Lord Zheng finally broke at this moment!

Once this point broke,

the center command can push back,

then it’s like pulling a thread to unravel an entire garment,

The whole battlefield situation would be overturned!

And for the Chu people,

the Chu people, 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

the Chu people,

they could forget about retreating to the city, because Fanli, Gongsun Zhi, and Gong Wang on the city walls, were not to be underestimated!

The siege battle turned into a field battle,

as long as we win in the end,

it would be an absolute and bloody profit, because the originally stationed forces in the city were the Chu royal family’s elite troops!

Lord Zheng held the barbaric blade, laughed heartily as he looked upon the scene unfolding ahead.

The Sword Saint leaned on Longyuan like a cane, seeing this, asked:

"Is it worth it?"

Implicitly suggesting that Lord Zheng looked like he had never experienced a victory before.

Lord Zheng shook his head,

pointed at himself,

and said:

"Now I finally understand; how fortunate Tian Wujing is to have me under him."

That type of subordinate,

who can unexpectedly produce a miraculous performance, is truly beloved by any main general.

In this instance, Jin Shuke functioned in the same role that Lord Zheng had played in front of Tian Wujing.

Right now, I’m filled with the urge to hug Jin Shuke and plant two kisses.

So that’s,

how Old Tian used to feel,

watching me...

"Phew!"

Lord Zheng exhaled deeply, dragging his weary body onto the command chariot, scanning the surrounding situation, while the Yan army troops around also glanced at him.

Lord Zheng sighed deeply, inserted his barbaric blade back onto the command chariot’s deck,

I,

stumbled backwards a couple of steps,

pulled out two arrows embedded in the command seat, and sat right back down.

There were no grand words,

nor loud cries,

neither any hysterical shouting with blade raised in anger,

but simply, quite calmly, he said:

"I am weary, you all, escort me back to the fort for rest."