Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 480: Spiritual Support

In desperation, Wanyan Anxu shouted orders.

If I don't leave now, Lin Feng's thunder might explode here.

When the army is defeated, it is not easy to retreat on the battlefield, especially in a stalemate.

The Qingshui Army was not willing to let them go easily. They took advantage of the Tartars' distraught moment and beat them hard.

One side is in high spirits, while the other side is eager to escape.

The result can be imagined.

Lin Feng stopped releasing the black jar bombs.

Because the Tartars were already defeated, there was no need to waste his precious black jar.

The current situation is that the Qingshui Army cavalry is chasing after the Tatar cavalry.

Lin Feng stood up on his horse and used his clairvoyance to observe the battle situation in the distance.

"Alas, these Tartars are really hard to fight. My losses this time are quite heavy."

Lin Feng sighed as he watched.

Xi Niang was standing in front of a catapult, her face flushed with excitement.

This mission may seem simple, but it actually requires a lot of skills for her.

Lin Feng’s request was to use a catapult to smash the black jar into the Tatar cavalry.

The two teams that were fighting each other were very close to each other, and the catapults could not close the distance any further.

Therefore, the accuracy requirements for the catapult are very high.

Xi Niang also thought that if the catapult deviated slightly, the black jar would be thrown into her own team.

That would be a huge embarrassment for me.

The placement of these two black jars was very accurate, demonstrating the results of his research and training over the past few days.

Of course I was extremely excited.

Lin Feng was lamenting the casualties of his team, while Xi Niang was staring blankly at the crater in front of her, still savoring the throw she had just made, which was so precise and so classic.

"Xiniang, go back to the city, we will go after the Tartars."

Lin Feng turned around and gave instructions to Xi Niang.

Then he waved to Zhao Shuo and other guards to follow.

The white horse spread out its four hooves and rushed out like flying.

The guards behind him hurriedly urged their horses to follow closely.

Wanyan Anxu didn't even have time to return to the camp. He bypassed the camp and headed straight into the depths of the grassland.

Behind them was a group of Qingshui cavalry.

Not only Wanyan Anxu and his guards, but also other defeated Tatar cavalrymen, were running around in panic without knowing the direction.

In response to this type of pursuit, the Qingshui Army still adopted team combat.

A team of thirty cavalrymen, led by Jia Zheng, searched and pursued the Tatar cavalry all over the slope.

Lin Feng felt that it was about enough. There were still nearly 10,000 cavalrymen in the Tartar camp, and there were also 10,000 Tartars on the other side of the city.

Don't let your team be too scattered, as this will give the other team an opportunity to take advantage.

He immediately ordered the troops to withdraw.

This time Wanyan Anxu was defeated miserably and almost got himself involved.

I underestimated Lin Feng and deliberately acted relaxed in order to lure Lin Feng into battle.

Unexpectedly, the result was so tragic.

Wait for Wanyan Anxu to gather the remaining soldiers and return to the camp.

He locked himself in the central military tent, refused to see anyone, refused to eat, and sat there until midnight.

After midnight, Wanyan Anxu ordered all the silver-armored warriors to gather in the military tent for a meeting.

A dozen men in silver armor rushed to the military tent with sleepy eyes.

Seeing that the lights in the big tent were on, the chief steward Wanyan Anxu was sitting behind the big desk with a gloomy face.

The silver-armored warriors divided into two rows, stood in front of the large desk, and lowered their heads, waiting for the steward's orders.

"Who can tell me how we lost today's battle?"

No one dared to speak. Although there were many people in the big tent, it was very quiet.

"Ruoping, you participated in the battle, but you don't know how you lost?"

Seeing that no one spoke, Wanyan Anxu had to call out the names.

The Ruoping he called was also a distant relative of the Tiezhen royal family, named Wanyan Ruoping, the Silver-Armored Warrior.

"Sir, the Qingshui Army used chariots and heavy armor, and originally had a chance to counterattack and win, but this... heavenly thunder is beyond the reach of human beings, so..."

Wanyan Anxu slammed the table.

"Tianlei, let's talk about this Tianlei. What exactly is it? Who can see it clearly?"

The veins on his forehead bulged as he glared at the group of men in silver armor.

Another silver-armored warrior murmured, "Sir, our warriors are not afraid of death, but this thunder..."

The meaning of this silver armor is very clear, the soldiers are indeed fearless in battle.

But we are human beings after all. When faced with the unknown, irresistible, or invincible things, our confidence will be shaken to the bottom.

Just like a warrior, facing a strong enemy, he uses tenacity, perseverance, and the courage to live in the face of death.

Maybe we can defeat the powerful enemy.

But when a warrior faces the invincible power of heaven and earth, he will not even think of resisting.

In today's battle, as soon as the thunder sounded, the Tatar cavalry immediately scattered and fled.

Man cannot fight against nature.

Wanyan Anxu sighed.

"Everyone, that wasn't a thunderbolt at all. It was something Lin Feng created to scare us."

The silver-armored warriors looked at each other, then frowned at Wanyan Anxu, waiting for his further explanation.

But Wanyan Anxu only knew that it was not thunder from the sky, and he had no idea what it was specifically.

How can I explain it to the soldiers if I don’t even understand it myself?

The few men in silver armor in front of him all had doubts in their eyes, which showed how pale his explanation was.

There was silence in the military tent.

Everyone now understands that only by clarifying the problem of the Qingshui Army's mines can the war continue.

Otherwise, defeat is certain.

The power of the thunder has left a huge shadow in the hearts of many soldiers.

Wanyan Anxu had to find a way to eliminate the soldiers' fear of heavenly thunder.

He also called back the 10,000 troops camped in the south of the city, totaling 25,000 troops to defend the camp with all their strength.

Then he sent someone back to the Tiezhen royal family to ask for support.

Of course, his support was not to increase the number of troops, but spiritual support.

The request was quickly approved by the emperor.

The Tiezhen Emperor Wanyan Wufeng ordered the transfer of a wizard from the Bohar tribe.

Wengusun is the most famous wizard on the entire grassland. His magical deeds have been passed down among the tribes on the grassland for hundreds of years.

Some say he is over three hundred years old, but no one can know his real age for sure.

He can cure diseases, tell fortunes, exorcise evil spirits, pray for blessings, and offer sacrifices to heaven and earth. He can even call the wind and rain. No one is more qualified to be a god than him.

In short, this man is mysterious and powerful, and all the tribal leaders treat him as a guest of honor.

Only because of Wanyan Anxu's status could he barely invite Mr. Wen Gusun.

What’s amazing is that Wanyan Anxu’s request document was issued only five days later.

On the evening of the sixth day, an old man, covered in strips of cloth of various shades, stood a hundred steps outside the camp in the evening breeze, leaning on a cane that was taller than his head.

His face couldn't be seen clearly, as his long hair covered his entire body.

There was a short man beside the old man.

I don't know if it was a child or a dwarf, but the person snuggled up to the old man and grabbed a piece of cloth on his body with his little hands.