nashuaworldcup Chapter 230 Internal Strife Among the Allied Forces, Cheng Yaojin Carries Out a Massive Kill on All
Chapter 230 Internal Strife Among the Allied Forces, Cheng Yaojin Carries Out a Massive Kill on All
"This is beyond my expectations." Lu Xiao was also surprised that Cheng Yaojin had this ability.
He originally thought that if Cheng Yaojin could infiltrate the allied forces and act as an inside agent to pass on some messages, that would be good enough.
Who would have thought that this guy would not only become the leader of the alliance, but also turn the coalition forces upside down, killing his own people with great gusto.
"However, shouldn't we charge in?" Yuwen Chenglong looked at the increasingly chaotic scene on the other side and was eager to try.
"Pharmacist, give the order."
As Lü Xiao spoke, he reached out and grabbed the Wufang Tianji, which was hanging diagonally beside the saddle.
The next moment, he rushed out and charged straight at the chaotic allied forces opposite him.
Cheng Yaojin had incredibly sharp eyes and had been keeping a close eye on the movements of the imperial army.
Upon seeing Lü Xiao charging towards him with his halberd, he turned his horse around without saying a word.
He ran back a few steps to create some distance, then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Lü Xiao is here!"
This exclamation, like a thunderclap, instantly jolted the allied leaders, who were caught in a bloody infighting, back to reality.
They looked up abruptly and saw the imperial army's iron cavalry surging in like a tide, the sound of their hooves shaking the heavens and earth, exuding a murderous aura.
"Run!"
Someone shouted first, and the leaders instantly dropped their weapons and fled for their lives.
The soldiers of Wagang Village ran the fastest, closely following Cheng Yaojin without looking back.
The remaining allied soldiers, who were actually engaged in the melee, hadn't even realized what was happening when they were rammed head-on by the charging Red Valiant Army cavalry.
Hooves trampled, swords and spears flashed, and screams of agony rose and fell.
During their escape, the Allied soldiers trampled each other, resulting in countless deaths.
After a fierce chase, the remnants of the allied forces, led by Cheng Yaojin, finally retreated to their camp in a sorry state.
Lü Xiao's 10,000-strong Red Falcon Army easily won a great victory with almost no casualties.
Inside the allied forces' tent, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost frozen.
Cheng Yaojin sat casually in the leader's seat, as if the crushing defeat he had just suffered had nothing to do with him.
You Junda stood beside him, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Although Du Fuwei, Li Zitong, and the others were not injured, they were all covered in dust and dirt.
The other leaders were covered in various injuries, a truly pitiful sight.
"Hey, Third Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Cheng Yaojin, with his sharp eyes, noticed Xu Maogong being helped into the main tent with a limp, and immediately showed a concerned expression.
If he wasn't mistaken, Xu Maogong seemed to have a serious leg injury, making it difficult for him to walk.
"It's alright...it's alright..."
Xu Maogong raised his hand and waved it gently. His face was pale and cold sweat was beading on his forehead.
In the chaos of the battle just now, he was also desperately trying to escape.
In the chaos, he was kicked hard from behind by someone, knocking him to the ground.
He fell in the crowd and was trampled on by the fleeing soldiers.
If it weren't for Li Zitong's son-in-law's timely rescue, his leg would have been broken, and he would have lost his life there.
You Junda stood beside Cheng Yaojin, head down, feeling somewhat guilty and not daring to look at Xu Maogong.
That's right, that kick just now was one he secretly delivered while the situation was chaotic.
He had long disliked Xu Maogong, and now that he had the chance, how could he let it go?
"Alas." Cheng Yaojin sighed heavily, a pained expression on his face. He continued, "This battle was such a crushing defeat; it's a disgrace to our allied forces!"
Everyone perked up their ears; was Cheng Yaojin reflecting on his actions?
It's rare to see this fat guy finally acting like a leader, knowing he needs to take responsibility.
"It's all your fault!" Cheng Yaojin suddenly changed his tone, slammed his hand on the table, and threw the pot away.
"Yao Jin!"
Xu Maogong endured the excruciating pain in his leg, raised his head, and spoke with a hint of doubt in his voice.
"If you hadn't killed your own general on the battlefield, escalating the conflict, how could things have escalated to this point?"
He had begun to seriously doubt whether Cheng Yaojin had come to help or to cause trouble.
This guy hasn't done a single decent job since he arrived in Jianghuai.
"Third Brother, that's heartless of you to say!" Cheng Yaojin glared, retorting with a wronged expression. "I didn't know you guys were so useless!"
Anyway, he personally took to the field and defeated Yuwen Chenglong and Luo Cheng, which is an undeniable fact.
Upon hearing this, the faces of the others immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Cheng Fatty! What the hell do you mean?" A hot-tempered leader suddenly stood up, pointed at Cheng Yaojin's nose, and began to question him, spitting everywhere.
"You killed people indiscriminately and then called us useless? Are you doing this on purpose?"
"Damn it!" Cheng Yaojin also stood up abruptly, pointing at the other party and cursing, his momentum in no way diminished.
"If you're so capable, why don't you do it on the battlefield? Now you come back to the camp to question me. What kind of person are you?"
"Guards, drag him out and behead him!"
"Okay!"
When You Junda saw that there was another job coming up, his eyes lit up and he immediately reached for the hilt of his sword at his waist, as if he was about to step forward and grab the person.
"How dare you!" The leader was both shocked and furious. "Your tyranny surpasses even that of Yang Guang! How can you be the leader of an alliance, slaughtering innocent people indiscriminately?"
"That's right!" Another person, who had long disliked Cheng Yaojin's behavior, stood up to support him and said with great indignation.
"We elected you as our leader so that you could lead us to fight the imperial court, not so that you could kill your own people!"
"We will not tolerate your outrageous behavior!"
"Fine! You're not even listening to the alliance leader anymore!" Cheng Yaojin looked around, his anger turning into a mocking laugh. "You're not convinced, are you? Slay them all! Leave no one alive!"
"If you have the guts, then come and kill me!"
The leaders were also desperate, drawing their swords and preparing to fight to the death.
In an instant, the entire tent descended into chaos once again.
Just a few hours ago, the leaders were getting along well and calling each other brothers.
Led by Cheng Yaojin, they had already begun to draw their swords and were on the verge of attack.
"Everyone! Please stop arguing!"
Li Zitong, Meng Haigong, and others quickly stepped forward and, with their respective subordinates, began to break up the fight, desperately separating the two groups.
They came to oppose the imperial court, not to cause internal strife!
With a formidable enemy at hand, wouldn't it be a laughingstock for Lü Xiao to watch them fight amongst themselves?
"Damn it!"
Cheng Yaojin ignored him completely. He broke through the crowd and stood in front of the leader he had challenged, and immediately struck him with his sword!
Caught off guard, the leader screamed and collapsed to the ground, blood gushing out.
"And you! You son of a bitch!"
As Cheng Yaojin cursed, he swung his sword again, swift and ruthless.
In the blink of an eye, two leaders died on the spot under his blade, their bodies lying in pools of blood.
The tent fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, at Cheng Yaojin holding a long, blood-dripping dagger, and for a moment they were speechless.