plumnovel Chapter 223 Qin Qiong Unleashes His Ultimate Weapon, Luo Yi Falls from His Horse
Chapter 223 Qin Qiong Unleashes His Ultimate Weapon, Luo Yi Falls from His Horse
"Qin Qiong!" Luo Yi immediately brandished his spear, pointing the tip directly at the burly general in front of him, and shouted angrily, "How have I treated you? How dare you lead your troops to attack me!"
How could he not be angry?
When Qin Qiong was exiled to the army and was down on his luck, it was Luo Yi who took the initiative to recognize him.
Out of consideration for their familial ties, he took her in at the Beiping Prefecture and entrusted her with important responsibilities.
Even setting aside the blood relationship between uncle and nephew, he still showed Qin Qiong kindness by recognizing his talent and taking him in.
Little did anyone expect that Qin Qiong would be so ungrateful.
Not only did they abandon him, but now they have even defected to the enemy and are leading their troops to attack him!
"Stop talking nonsense!" Qin Qiong tightened the reins with one hand, stabilizing his warhorse.
In his other hand he held the pair of world-famous gold-plated bronze maces, one of which was pointed directly at Luo Yi, and loudly retorted:
"Yang Guang was tyrannical and cruel, levied exorbitant taxes and levies, and harmed the people of the world, causing widespread suffering and making life unbearable for the people!"
As the Prince of Beiping, instead of speaking up for the people, you aid and abet the tyrant and serve that foolish ruler!
How could I not attack you? I'm acting on behalf of Heaven!
"Acting on behalf of Heaven?" Luo Yi laughed angrily. "Acting on behalf of Heaven, my foot! You dare to talk about acting on behalf of Heaven? Watch me personally use you, this heartless and ungrateful person, as a sacrifice for the flag today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he spurred his horse's flanks with both legs, and the warhorse beneath him let out a long neigh and began to thrash about.
He shook his five-hooked, eighteen-foot-long silver spear, creating several spear flowers, and aimed straight at Qin Qiong!
"Giddy up!" Qin Qiong said no more, his face was solemn, and he lightly squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, urging the warhorse to charge forward.
The two warhorses galloped towards each other, closing the distance between them!
"Beat the drums!"
Seeing this from the rear, Dou Jiande raised his right hand high and waved it sharply, his eyes filled with excitement.
The great battle between the aunt and nephew is truly a rare and exciting spectacle.
Regardless of who wins or loses, he will always make a profit.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The deafening sound of war drums suddenly rang out, echoing like thunder before the two armies.
Accompanied by the drumbeats, Luo Yi and Qin Qiong were already locked in battle!
Luo Yi's beard and hair stood on end, and he wielded his five-hooked, eighteen-foot-long silver spear like a silver dragon, soaring up and down.
Qin Qiong, on the other hand, wielded both maces simultaneously, responding calmly with his gold-plated bronze maces either parrying or blocking.
Whether smashing or sweeping, they clashed with the silver spear, producing clanging sounds of metal striking metal, and sparks flew everywhere.
The soldiers of both armies were mesmerized by the sight, and shouts of encouragement rose and fell.
After several dozen rounds, Qin Qiong's moves gradually became somewhat scattered.
Luo Yi was, after all, a veteran of the battlefield, having fought for decades, and his marksmanship was shrewd and ruthless.
Although Qin Qiong was in his prime, strong and heavy with his mace, he gradually became overwhelmed by Luo Yi's masterful spear technique.
"Trying to leave?"
Seeing Qin Qiong feint with his mace and then turn his horse to flee to the side, Luo Yi immediately guessed his intention and spurred his horse to give chase.
He is determined to capture this ungrateful wretch today to vent his anger!
"Good timing!" Qin Qiong heard the rapid hoofbeats getting closer and closer behind him, but instead of being surprised, a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.
He was waiting for Luo Yi to come after him!
Without turning his head, he suddenly exerted force with his arm.
The golden-plated bronze mace in his hand was thrown out like a shooting star!
Whoosh!
A dazzling golden light, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, rushed straight towards Luo Yi, who was chasing after them!
The speed was so fast and the angle so tricky that Luo Yi had absolutely no chance to dodge!
boom!
The next moment, the bronze mace slammed solidly into Luo Yi's chest!
With a dull thud, Luo Yi felt as if he had been struck by lightning in the chest, and excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body.
He groaned, his body swayed violently, and he could no longer maintain his balance on the horse. He fell headfirst off the warhorse and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Alright! Charge in and capture Luo Yi alive!"
Dou Jiande, who was watching from the rear, was overjoyed. He stood up abruptly, waved his arms, and gave a loud order.
This Luo Yi is truly senile, and extremely arrogant!
Relying on his own abilities, he dared to pursue the enemy alone.
Don't they realize that their old bones can't withstand this kind of torment?
Now that he has been captured, Beiping Prefecture is leaderless, which is the perfect opportunity for Dou Jiande to realize his grand ambitions!
"promise!"
The generals behind Dou Jiande, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, responded in unison and rushed towards the center of the battlefield like a tidal wave.
"Quickly! Save the prince!"
Seeing this, the generals in Beiping Prefecture were also extremely anxious and led their troops out of the formation.
They wanted to rescue Luo Yi before Dou Jiande's men could.
In an instant, the two armies were completely embroiled in a chaotic battle, with shouts of battle shaking the heavens, swords flashing, blood splattering everywhere, and the scene becoming extremely chaotic.
"The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun! Follow me and charge in to save the Prince! Quickly!"
Luo Yi's adopted son, Du Cha, shouted hoarsely at the cavalry behind him, who were dressed in black armor, wearing black cloaks, with black ghost masks on their faces and holding curved swords.
These cavalrymen were none other than the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, renowned for their prowess beyond the Great Wall.
The most elite, most secretive, and most loyal force in Luo Yi's hands!
Without uttering a single word, the leading eighteen riders of Yanyun charged into the chaotic center of the battlefield.
They brandished their curved swords, their swordsmanship both strange and fierce.
With each swing of his sword, a soldier of Dou Jiande would fall with a scream.
They moved like ghosts across the battlefield, reaping the lives of their enemies.
In the blink of an eye, they fought their way through and forced their way to the place where Luo Yi had fallen from his horse.
However, just as they were about to rush to Luo Yi's side...
A burly figure wielding a pair of brass gourd-shaped hammers suddenly blocked their path.
The person who came was none other than Qin Yong, Qin Qiong's adopted son!
"kill!"
With a roar, Qin Yong swung his brass gourd-shaped hammer down at Du Cha, who was charging at the front!
With a muffled thud, Du Cha was struck solidly by the pair of giant hammers before he even had a chance to react.
He saw the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun charging towards him, and with his last breath, he screamed, "Don't worry about me! Save...save my godfather!"
Beiping Prefecture can do without Du Cha, but it absolutely cannot do without Luo Yi.
Once Luo Yi falls into Dou Jiande's hands, the entire Beiping Prefecture will be doomed!
"Save the prince first!"
The leader of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun's eyes sharpened, and he instantly understood Du Cha's meaning.
He gritted his teeth and gave the order to his companions behind him.
In an instant, the remaining eighteen riders turned their horses around, bypassed Qin Yong, and continued to charge towards Luo Yi.
"Kill! No one will hurt my brother!"
Just then, another earth-shattering roar rang out.
A giant man, as imposing as a small mountain, suddenly appeared from the side.
This man was holding a very heavy iron spear; he was Luo Shixin.
Luo Shixin's eyes were wide open, and with each thrust of his iron spear, an enemy would be pierced by the tip of the spear.
He swept the gun out, the shaft like a giant iron pillar, smashing a group of people away, the sounds of bones breaking and tendons snapping echoing everywhere.