Chapter 1027

Chapter 1027: Dragon Rising to the Skies (Part Two)

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A thick cloud of white smoke suddenly erupted from the front line of the Xiliang Army, and the charging light cavalry of the Yan army, hundreds of steps away, fell in great numbers as if scythed down by the Grim Reaper’s blade.

However, the cavalry behind seemed oblivious; they widened their eyes in fury, raising their long spears high, and desperately kicked their mounts with the spurs embedded in the heels of their boots, pushing their steeds to remain in a frenzy.

Such a brutal approach was clearly abnormal for Yan cavalrymen who loved their warhorses more than their wives and children.

Once their mounts exhausted their strength, they were likely to collapse, leaving them either dead or severely incapacitated.

But they had no choice!

In front of them, the flintgun formations of the Xiliang Army had withstood the Yan cavalry’s five consecutive charges, remaining steadfast.

And laying in front of the formation were countless corpses of Yan soldiers.

The problem was, without breaking through the gun line, they couldn’t deliver a fatal blow to the Xiliang Army.

They could not hope to win this decisive battle!

Seven days ago, the Xiliang army suddenly surged west from Hanhai Pass, capturing Dongwang City the same day and taking prisoner over a hundred thousand soldiers and civilians from within.

They then swiftly took down the cities of Xiaozhu, Baisha, and Shiya.

This caught the Yan Kingdom completely off guard.

Although Dayan had begun another campaign against Xiliang, many of its troops were still en route, while supplies and provisions were stocked and largely stored in the recently fallen four cities.

These precious resources turned out to greatly assist the Xiliang Army!

Seeing the situation worsening, the Supreme General of the State, Yan Wuhui, personally led thirty thousand iron cavalry, marching day and night to the eastern stronghold—Jialuo City, where he joined forces with hastily arrived troops from four directions to form a colossal army of three hundred seventy thousand.

They managed to intercept the invading Xiliang army on Wuding Plains.

Thus began an unprecedented massive battle.

In terms of numbers, the Dayan army had a clear advantage, with continuously arriving reinforcements pushing their total over five hundred thousand.

In contrast, the Xiliang Army, including auxiliary troops and reinforcements, barely exceeded one hundred fifty thousand.

However, the decisive battle raged from morning until noon, and the Dayan army made no gains; rather, they suffered tens of thousands of casualties.

The firepower of the Xiliang Army was truly formidable, striking at extreme ranges with devastating effect.

Especially the cannons; when fired, they could blast away flesh and blood for miles, leaving four- and five-level martial artists too afraid to risk their sharp edges, while the lower-ranked soldiers faced death or injury, with heavy armor proving useless.

Even though the Yan army still had the advantage in numbers, many were cast into shadows by the all-destroying cannons, trembling uncontrollably at the rumbling sounds, fearing the incoming shells would strike them.

Yet, the Supreme General of the State, Yan Wuhui, showed no signs of retreat. This renowned general of the Yan Kingdom personally oversaw the battle, continuously slaying over a dozen fleeing officers and commanding the Yan army to launch wave after wave of attacks.

Over a thousand Yan cavalry, braving the wall of bullets, eventually fought their way to the flintgun formation.

Just as they prepared to make their final desperate charge, the flintgunners of Xiliang suddenly fell back in unison.

Dozens of field artillery pieces quickly revealed themselves, their dark cannon muzzles aimed at the Yan cavalry.

The Yan knights widened their eyes and opened their mouths, the fear of death rising in each of their hearts.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Over thirty field cannons simultaneously unleashed hundreds of Shotgun Shells, blanketing a vast area of the battlefield.

The charging Knights of Yan Kingdom were instantly blown to pieces, their bodies and horses reduced to fragments, creating a horrific sight that was almost unbearable to witness!

Despite demonstrating the bravery befitting a knight, this courage proved futile before the thundering cannons, only serving to enhance the reputation of the latter as the gods of war.

The Yan army faced another defeat.

Again and again, their successive attacks ended in futility with significant losses, leaving the Yan army feeling exhausted and desperate. Even with the battle monitors watching fiercely from behind, their morale plummeted.

Some soldiers who retreated even dropped their weapons and collapsed on the ground, motionless.

At that moment, the originally clear sky suddenly turned dark with ominous clouds, as howling winds swept up the cloud masses towards the Xiliang Army’s area, accompanied by rumbling thunder echoing continuously.

This sudden change in weather quickly caught the attention of both sides in the battle.

From the Lookout Tower of the Xiliang central army, Wang Chen’s gaze swept across the vast battlefield, landing on the Yan army’s rear camp.

Though it was a significant distance away, he could still clearly "see" waves of Magical Energy shooting up into the sky, stirring the winds and changing the weather.

Clearly, a large force of cultivators existed there.

Kunlun Dao Palace!

A name instantly emerged in Wang Chen’s mind.

He knew this was the backup of the Supreme General of the State, Yan Wuhui!

On such a brutal battlefield, the power of a few dozen cultivators was insignificant and couldn’t possibly make any substantial impact.

In fact, under the pressure of the army’s battle intent, they might even lose their ability to perform spellcasting!

However, if the number of cultivators increased to thousands and formed large formations, commanded by figures at the Grand Celestial Master level, the situation would change dramatically.

Wang Chen easily discerned the enemy’s intentions.

These cultivators from Kunlun Dao Palace aimed to create a storm above the Xiliang Army, intending to disrupt the effectiveness of their flintguns and cannons, thereby greatly weakening the Xiliang Army’s strength.

It had to be said, this was a superb strategy.

Because gunpowder was most fearful of dampness; once it got wet, all flintguns and cannons would turn into scrap metal.

At that time, the Yan army could easily drown the Xiliang Army with sheer numbers!

The Yan army undoubtedly understood the vulnerability of gunpowder; they also had their own cannons, which were still hidden at the rear.

Once the plan succeeded, the Xiliang Army would experience the devastating effects of cannon fire!

Yan Wuhui deserved his reputation as a famous general of Dayan.

But he miscalculated Wang Chen’s strength.

Standing atop the Lookout Tower, Wang Chen raised his head towards the sky, formed a spell gesture with his hands, and spoke in a deep voice, “Wind rise!”

Since the enemy wanted to control the winds and rain, Wang Chen would assist them.

With his power joining in, the gusts suddenly transformed into a massive storm, swirling the rain clouds high above and quickly driving them away from the Xiliang Army’s territory.

Crack!

Accompanied by lightning, heavy rain poured down, nourishing the parched land.

Not a single drop fell onto the Xiliang Army’s formation.

In the rear camp of the Yan army, over a thousand cultivators stood dumbfounded, hardly believing what had just happened.

Their collectively cast Wind and Rain Formation had shown no flaws, and the effects had been clearly evident.

Yet, their opponent had effortlessly wielded the winds to counter their strategy.

Such a result was truly infuriating!