Chapter 1479 - 1149: Blood Road and Chilling Light

Shantong’er rode his horse up the riverbank, dashing in front of him. The warhorse shook off a spray of water that the wind blew into Yu Wenye’s face, slightly restoring the rationality that had been nearly turned to ashes by blood and battle flames.

But he still frowned, "Didn’t I ask you to take them back?"

Upon hearing this, both Shantong’er and Yu Wenye turned their heads simultaneously to look at Hulao Pass in the distance. There were several figures flickering on the tower, probably the ones who had retreated into Hulao Pass right after Shen Tu Tai and his men charged into the formation.

Shantong’er said, "I already took Senior Brother Jue Yun and the others back."

"Then you—"

"But I didn’t intend to stay inside."

Yu Wenye furrowed his brows even tighter. The child’s voice still carried a trace of immaturity, yet each word struck like a nail on a heart, impossible to remove. Shantong’er didn’t plan to explain further, since he’d already done what he intended, so he raised his hand and threw the Mo Blade to Yu Wenye.

Yu Wenye immediately discarded the chipped Mo Blade he was holding and caught the new one.

As soon as it was in his hand, he felt the lightness in his arm; this sword was evidently suited for regular cavalry, weighing no more than fifty pounds, easily wielded. Yet on the battlefield, every ounce of weight equates to intimidation and lethality.

Seeing Yu Wenye’s slightly furrowed brows, Shantong’er softly said, "I spent ages rummaging through the arsenal to find this."

The implication was that he had tried his best.

Yu Wenye glanced at the Divine Arm Bow on Shantong’er’s horse and said, "Give that to me."

Shantong’er widened his eyes slightly and said, "Then, the sword?"

Yu Wenye tossed the sword to Xue Lin, who hurriedly caught it. But having never used such a heavy sword, he was immediately pushed back several steps, struggling to stand firm, his arms almost unable to lift.

Meanwhile, Yu Wenye caught the Divine Arm Bow thrown by Shantong’er.

He gently plucked the bowstring, then slung the arrow tube onto his horse’s back and said, "No time for practice, if you have to fight, familiarize yourself quickly." After that, he looked at Xue Lin and then at Shantong’er, "I need you two to clear a path for me."

Both took a deep breath.

Especially Shantong’er.

But at this moment, a man need not say much; Shantong’er immediately said, "I can do it, but he doesn’t have a horse."

Yu Wenye said, "Let him ride yours, you two take care of each other."

Xue Lin, without any hesitation, stepped forward and mounted Shantong’er’s horse since his own horse was spent, while this one still had plenty of strength. Once both were seated stably, Yu Wenye exhaled deeply and shook the reins, "Let’s go!"

The Fiery Warhorse beneath him, having rested briefly, charged out once more.

The three men on two horses plunged into the enemy formation again.

As soon as they charged over, the soldiers under Xiao Yuansui instantly turned red-eyed and surrounded them, thrusting their long spears and pikes desperately towards them. But Xue Lin, wielding the overly heavy Mo Blade, struggled to raise his arms, and seeing this, Shantong’er let out a loud shout, leaped with his heavy hammer, and landed into the crowd.

With a thunderous crash, the two hammers hit the ground, forcefully creating a massive crater.

In the splatter of stone and dust, several soldiers fell flat on their backs, lifeless, their chests revealing soft indentations, frightening the others into retreat. Without allowing them a breath, Shantong’er swung his copper hammer and charged again. Being short and dismounted, faced with soldiers wielding long weapons against heavy cavalry, they were at a disadvantage in close combat. Shantong’er weaved through them with his copper hammers spinning like windmills, injuring or killing upon contact, quickly battering an open space in front.

Xue Lin watched from horseback, feeling deeply ashamed, gritted his teeth, and lifted the Mo Blade, charging forward on his horse.

Shantong’er cleared the long weapons’ attacks for him, providing an opening for him to perform. He held the reins with one hand and plunged into the crowd, using the heavy Mo Blade to hack left and right, devoid of sword skills but in such a battlefield, courage itself was a sharp blade. Like cutting grass, he repeatedly slashed the soldiers beaten helpless by Shantong’er, sending them fallen under his horse, prompting another burst of blood spraying forth, painting the sky.