C288 Blind Worship

The two are not far from each other, and it's agreed that they respond to each other from a distance, and help each other out.

However, according to reliable information, the enemy had chosen that path. He slowly moved forward and waited for Zhang Jingxuan to be defeated by the enemy. The Guanning Cavalry had also lost their spirit. At that time, it would be the time for him to make a name for himself.

Furthermore, there were thousands of engineering troops behind his 1,000 men. They were setting up traps and tripping ropes. If the situation turned bad, he stepped back a little to avoid the traps. He was not afraid that the Guanning Cavalry would not take the bait.

A smile appeared on his handsome face. Although his impression of Zhang Jingxuan was not bad, even if Zhang Jingxuan's head was chopped off in front of him, he would at most frown and sigh. This was war!

As promised, Zhang Jingxuan led a thousand men and horses and left happily. Since Li Guo was generous enough to choose a path that was more likely to be attacked by enemies, what was there to be dissatisfied about? Anyway, when the time came to fight, the speed of the reinforcements was not up to him to decide. If Li Chaozhi won, he would naturally rush over to beat the dog that had fallen into the water. If the two sides were in a stalemate... He would go over and make a thunderous strike to lead the battlefield. If Li Kuozhi was beaten up, he could also run faster than Li Kuozhi. This seemed to be the standard answer to the changes in the battlefield between allies.

Many of the generals under Zhang Jingxuan only had Ding Zhaoyun and his 200 cavalry, Koda Chen, Zhang Shoushou, as well as 400 blade soldiers under their command, as well as 400 personal soldiers in the middle of the army.

With such an unusual combination, when they set off, they walked to the fork in the road. Everyone could see the look of ridicule on the face of Li Chaozhi's troops. The general meaning was that you guys had a good journey, and very soon, you would know how the word 'death' was written.

However, you can't blame the other party for his cynicism.

Without a spearman, the other party's cavalry would charge over and they would be unable to defend.

Without a bowman or crossbow soldier, they would not be able to cause any damage to the enemy within range.

With only 200 cavalry, they would not be able to gain the upper hand in terms of numbers. If they were to fight against the Guanning Cavalry, would they be able to gain the upper hand?

As for these blade soldiers, they were simply used to chop melons and vegetables.

As for Zhang Jingxuan's 400 soldiers, they were the most laughed at.

They were tall, short, and short. Most of them were skinny monkeys. What was even more ridiculous was that there was a fatty among them. He really did not know how he had stuffed himself into that armor. However, there was an advantage to it. Even if he died on the battlefield, the enemy would probably be unable to obtain the spoils of war because no one would have that patience. To complete the impossible task of removing the armor from his body.

Of course, Zhang Jingxuan would not be swayed by these mocking gazes. At this moment, he was riding a tall horse and walking in front of the group. His gaze was firm. Alright, let's put it this way for now. Perhaps his eyes were unfocused. However, his smiling expression still hung on his face as usual.

It could be said that the subordinates had a kind of blind worship towards Zhang Jingxuan. Seeing how the Sect Leader was so carefree and relaxed as if he was going on a field trip to hunt, although everyone was excited, they did not want to be looked down upon by Lee Hongji's troops, but they did not feel any nervousness in their hearts.

It seemed like the ones who were going to fight the enemy would be the troops on the main road. They did not know if they would be able to take advantage of the situation on their side or even ambush them. The Sect Leader must have a deep understanding of this.

After travelling for less than five miles, Zhang Jingxuan suddenly ordered. The entire army stopped and formed a formation. Four hundred sword-wielding soldiers were at the front while his middle troops were at the back. The cavalry were on the two wings, forming an incomprehensible formation. The soldiers all thought to themselves, Is this a drill?

But very quickly, the rumbling of hooves told them that they had guessed wrong!

This was an actual battle! This was no longer a drill!

In Zhang Jingxuan's middle troops, Pann Dao felt like he was fighting two different battles. On the other hand, he felt his scalp tingle, and all the hair on his body stood on end.

Had the enemy come with thousands of troops? The rumbling of the horse hooves sounded like the war drums of the God of Death. They were approaching him step by step, and it was unknown how many people's lives would be taken before they were willing to give up.

On the one hand, he believed that Zhang Jingxuan and Cult Master Zhang would not let him and his comrades die so easily. On the other hand, he truly believed that he was going to die. He was going to die soon anyway. Two completely different ideas coexisted perfectly in his mind. He actually did not know how to fight at all.

He followed his companions mechanically, followed the flags and orders, and relied on the inertia of the devil training in the past few days. Together with his companions, he completed the change of formation and completed the preparations in his hands.

But he was not sure if all of this would work.

Previously, he had only been doing drills among his comrades. Now, he was not facing an ordinary Ming Army, but the Guanning Cavalry who had been through hundreds of battles and had killed countless people. It was said that even the nose of a warhorse would spit out the flames of hell!

Alright, I'll just let myself die like this. Anyway, during the hellish training period, he had already died a few times. What's so scary about dying? Furthermore, Cult Master Zhang would not just watch him and his comrades die. If the Cult Master watched him and his comrades die in front of his eyes, he must have a plan full of meaning. The world behind his death would be a peaceful and happy world.

In an instant, Pann Dao realized that he was looking forward to the arrival of the God of Death. If he could not avoid it, what could be better than welcoming him with anticipation and gratitude?

This was what Faang Yiduo saw when the pegasus rushed over.

After a short mental struggle, he decided not to change his battle plan. Even if the other party was prepared, they must have met the enemy in a hurry. The strength of the other party's 1000 people was enough to show that the other party was only slightly better than not prepared at all. And yet... And this little bit, under his thunderous attack... Perhaps it could be completely ignored.

If he went back to his residence or took a detour because of the thousand people blocking his way, it would be too much of a blow to the morale of his own side. Under his urging, the morale of the soldiers under his command soared. They were not affected by the saddle and horses at all. Under such circumstances, what reason did they have to not mount a horse to attack an opponent with only 1000 people?

When he saw his opponent, Faang Yiduo felt that his insistence was even more correct.

The opponent's battle formation should be using infantry to form a square formation to defend against the charge of his cavalry. As long as he could withstand a wave of impact, the cavalry on the two wings would be able to catch up. This would be a huge blow to him. However, the other side had probably overestimated his defensive ability.

These few hundred people, without archers or spearmen, wanted to resist the charge of his two hundred cavalry?

He didn't know if they had overestimated his ability or were ignorant and ignorant. They had never heard of his Guanning Cavalry.