Chen Ping's Sword

When truly used, that’s the critical timing for life and death.

"Could it really not be here?"

Watch for a while longer.

Fang Qingzhu looked at the Jieyuan Ferry position where the 30,000 soldiers of King Ping’s Army were already near the west shore but were blocked by the continuous large formation on the shore. As they jumped off the ship to seize the shore, they were already at a disadvantage.

"Success or failure depends on this move, four generals, I’m counting on you."

Fang Qingzhu knew they couldn’t wait any longer.

The four remaining generals of the East Wood Army also understood that once the bowstring is drawn, there’s no turning back.

Although they weren’t entirely convinced by Fang Qingzhu’s words that King Ping would lead the main army himself when the battle was at a stalemate, they had to gamble at this moment.

That’s how war is, it’s either victory or defeat. No one can guarantee they can see through the battlefield’s development.

With the four generals charging out, shouts of killing filled the sky.

The Yan Beifei coalition on the shore was in turmoil, immediately several generals engaged in battle. The roar of Qi Force clashes, the military situation entangled like fangs, as thousands of soldiers on the ships disembarked like dumplings, each letting out a stifled breath of resentment.

Getting on horses, forming arrays, under Xiao Tong’s command, more than four thousand riders formed the Vermilion Bird Battle Array.

Transforming into a glistening red light, they charged straight at the west shore coalition.

Behind them, large numbers of elite soldiers whose bodies shone with black patterns, wielding long blades or brandishing long swords, roared in fearless suicidal charges.

Knocked down, they got back up.

This force of nearly ten thousand elite soldiers was so overwhelmingly strong it was like the last straw that breaks the camel’s back...

The great formation of the west shore coalition shook violently, unable to hold any longer, with heavy casualties.

Amid the wails of agony.

The encirclement by King Ping’s Armies and East Wood Remnant Army had just formed, cheers echoed to the sky.

The two armies were about to seize the momentum, pushing on to capture Jieyuan Ferry in one go...

Suddenly, they heard a thundering sound like heavenly thunder in the distance.

The ground trembled violently, the vibrations resounding in everyone’s hearts.

By this time, the eastern sky was already bright, and everyone strained to look towards the downstream direction of the west shore, only to see a wave of black tide like the sea surging forth.

Black armor, white horses.

"The Imperial Forest Grand Governor, Lord Yan has arrived."

The west shore coalition seemed infused with a strong heart booster, cheering to the sky.

Whereas the East Wood Remnant Army and King Ping’s Army experienced a sharp drop in morale.

Several leaders’ faces changed dramatically.

It was too late to retreat.

The Imperial Forest Iron Cavalry that had arrived were many, as much as thirty or forty thousand.

It’s as if they mobilized their full force.

...

As the battle at the upper reaches of Jieyuan Ferry reached a fever pitch.

Downstream a hundred li, at Shuanglin Ferry, the battle to land had also commenced.

Despite the west shore coalition’s inadequate combat power, there were capable individuals in their ranks.

The formation set up was exceptionally strong in defense, astonishingly trapping this thirty to forty thousand strong combination of King Ping’s Army foot and cavalry, unable to advance an inch from the ships.

Suddenly, the sound of a cannon shot rang out.

On the flagship of King Ping’s Army in the river, a large flag with the "Chen" character suddenly rose high.

The flag had a black background, golden characters, dragon patterns...

A general in golden armor and a black cloak, with golden light rising more than three feet high from his body.

His skin as bright as glass, wielding a Black Dragon Sword...

"King Ping, King Ping."

"Victory, victory..."

As soon as Chen Ping appeared, over forty thousand people roared in unison.

Simultaneously, around the warships, countless black and silver-white flames ignited, soaring with killing intent.

But on the shore, the coalition’s morale was crushed, their hands and feet trembling in depression.

"How is this possible?"

"How can King Ping’s main force appear at Shuanglin Ferry, wasn’t the communication saying it was at Jieyuan Ferry?"

"This is bad."

The Imperial Forest Cavalry had already reinforced Jieyuan, a hundred li away...

If King Ping’s main force breaches the ferry, forms a large array, and sweeps through, wouldn’t it be unstoppable?

"How can we fight this battle?"

"Boom..."

Before Chen Ping had the chance to lead the charge, the west shore coalition burst apart, soldiers scattered everywhere.

The cries of despair and panic could be heard from afar.

The leading generals, without even drawing a bow or making a move, turned their horses and fled in desperation.

It collapsed.

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