Even the Array Soldiers were perfectly coordinated, ready for both attack and defense, and even if many died before their eyes, they wouldn't even blink, immediately replacing the fallen, clearly charging toward death!
[Sinking Formation Death Will]!
Such frightening combat power and willpower only appeared among the elite of the elite.
Yet, they were clearly just routed soldiers who fled from an abandoned small county!
If it weren't for their weak Cultivation, Bilege might even think they were the mighty troops of the Eight Camps.
The morale of the barbarian soldiers noticeably shifted, and since they couldn't form an encirclement here, if the fight continued and another Main General died, they might indeed be routed.
"Kill the White Horse! Once he dies, these people will be nothing but a disorganized mob!"
Three Refining Organ Generals from the barbarian tribe attacked simultaneously.
A curved saber, a Wolf Fang Club, and a giant axe.
Three ferocious weapons struck almost at the same time from different directions.
They were all Refining Internal, and all had achieved small success in Refining; none were far from the Great Success of Refining!
One just beginning to Refine organs, facing three with small achievements in Refining organs!
The spear technique of the White Horse General was erratic and wild, individually they were no match, and even combining their explosive power, they absolutely could not withstand his attacks, particularly when assailed from all sides.
Chen Sansi blocked the giant axe with his long spear, then used the sword at his waist to intercept the Wolf Fang Club, and with a bizarre posture, dodged the curved saber aimed at him, forcefully repelling the two heavy weapons. In the opening, his long spear turned into a giant python that swallowed the sky, directly lunging at the wielder of the curved saber.
Bilege desperately blocked the attacks, knowing in his heart that he would be killed within three exchanges, but thankfully he wasn't alone. The other two brothers, temporarily repelled, returned to fight, their giant axe and Wolf Fang Club arriving instantly behind their opponent. If he didn't dodge, death was almost certain; if he did dodge, it meant he would have to keep evading endlessly.
As long as they could delay him, that was good enough.
The White Horse General's subordinates were not afraid to die but they were not invincible; people were still dying continuously.
In just a short time, from the original thousand or more, only about seven hundred remained, and that number was rapidly decreasing. Moreover, after sending the signal, more pursuers would gather here, and soon they'd be facing a mass siege of twenty thousand, swiftly leading to their complete annihilation. Then the White Horse would also be surrounded by heavy forces, destined to be consumed alive.
However, what they did not expect,
was that Chen Sansi had no intention of dodging. He let the Wolf Fang Club and the giant axe smash down on him with the force of ten thousand jun, emitting a "thud" like the ringing of a bell. His internal organs vibrated with acute pain, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but the pace of his spear thrust did not slow down at all, and finally, in the third exchange, he pierced through Bilege's throat.
He had no right to delay!
Only a swift kill was the path to life!
Wu LiHan was greatly shocked.
With Bilege gone, the pressure to defend drastically decreased; Chen Sansi held a spear in his right hand, a sword in his left, enduring the attacks from dozens of soldiers coming from behind, an uncountable number of blades, spears, axes, and hooks. Before their eyes, he brutally killed the last two generals within ten exchanges, his body drenched in blood, like a war god from the heavens.
After killing the enemy Main General, he was like a fierce beast unleashed; no one could stop him. Cutting down enemies as if cleaving through vegetables, he killed nearly two hundred Cavalrymen in a row, eventually instilling fear, horror, and prompting their rout!
The remaining four thousand or so Cavalrymen withdrew like the tide, their retreat chaotic with countless warhorses colliding and neighing, tumbling together with the Cavalry on their backs, falling to their death.
Chen Sansi looked at the remaining six hundred or so men, taking the lead on his horse to clear the way forward. Wherever he passed, the dense enemies automatically parted, leaving a path, and still, no one dared to pursue him actively.
He shouted until he was hoarse.
"Judging by the time, it's almost up."
At least more than half of the people had successfully crossed the river.
As long as they left this place before being enclosed, there was a great chance of crossing the river smoothly.
Because he could hear, just behind the slope on their flank, at least tens of thousands of infantry taking a shortcut to catch up, and they would block them at the junction ahead.
Chen Sansi's injury could still hold up, and with about half of his Qi-Blood left to consume, as long as there were no Generals above his level of Cultivation, relying on Qian Xun's incredible speed, breaking out was still possible, but he didn't know how many people could remain behind him at that moment.
One hundred, ten, or just himself alone?
As he gripped the spear shaft, ready to fight to the death, the pursuers' footsteps stopped almost simultaneously, as if suddenly there was no path ahead, or something was blocking them.
This allowed them to reach the shores of the Hongze River and begin crossing.
"They've stopped chasing?"
Everything came to an abrupt stop, and Chen Sansi felt somewhat incredulous, as if he had been dreaming.
"Good lad, good lad!"
"Master, slow down a bit!"
The middle-aged scholar gripped the handles of the wheelchair tight, his face distorted and deformed by the gale: "Slow down, please!"
"Did you just see that?"
The elderly man in coarse clothing looked relieved: "How daring this lad is, a mere practitioner of Refining stepping up to block five thousand men, and he actually held them off, quite reminiscent of my younger days."
"That's not the key point."
The middle-aged scholar nearly fell from the sky several times: "The key is, he could have escaped on his own, but he chose to resist the army to help those commoners cross the river. Who else in this world would do such a thing nowadays?"
The old man's gaze was profound: "Can he make it?"
"Good, hope is all we need."
"Master, will you make a move? Your lifespan..."
"Just to block them a bit, it's not a big deal."
"Someone who helps others cross the river deserves to be helped across as well."
In the very front of the advancing horde of over ten thousand barbarians.
Suddenly two figures appeared, blocking the road.
An old man in coarse clothing, pushing a wheelchair-bound disabled scholar.