Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 822 Northern Wolf Iron Cavalry

Jiang Wanjun felt a twinge of regret. He had almost suffered a major setback due to underestimating his opponent and allowing his anger and desire for revenge to consume him upon learning of his disciple Huyan Qing's death.

Xiahou Jun, however, consoled him with a smile, saying, "No need to worry, Wargod Jiang. We still have the upper hand, don't we? Besides, our reinforcement of two hundred thousand troops is on its way. We have nothing to be concerned about."

Jiang Wanjun nodded slightly, realizing he had been overly anxious. The Dragon Soul Warlord in front of him, despite his exceptional talent, was nothing more than a young lad in his twenties. What qualifications did he have to be compared to Jiang Wanjun, an old veteran, in terms of leading troops into battle?

On the other side…

"Dragon Lord, the cavalry charge from Xi Xia is too fierce. General Fengxing is having difficulty holding his ground," the deputy general beside him said anxiously.

"If this continues, their cavalry will break through."

"No need to panic." Chu Feng remained calm. "Just wait. The breakthrough is when we strike!"

A cold smile played on Chu Feng's lips, indicating that the trap had been set. He waved his hand. "Northern Wolf Cavalry!"

Whoo…

Just then, a series of deep, blaring war horns resonated from outside the battlefields, gradually growing closer and louder.

"What is that?" Xiahou Jun and the other generals exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend.

On the other hand, Jiang Wanjun's pupils contracted, and he urgently shouted, "Sh*t, it's a trap! Fall back! Fall back!"

However, it was already too late.

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Accompanied by the resonant horn calls, a thick smoke rolled in, and the sound of clashing weapons and horses echoed. It appeared as if there were more than twenty thousand cavalry, all clad in white armor with face masks, their eyes emitting a cold and bloodthirsty gleam.

White robes, white armor, white horses—a pervasive and chilling atmosphere of killing intent enveloped them. Despite the blazing sun, it gave off an icy feeling, as if in an icy cave or a snow- covered land.

In the formation, a large flag fluttered in the wind, embroidered with an image of a white wolf in armor howling at the sky, exuding a majestic aura.

"Northern Wolf Cavalry!" Xiahou Jun and the others exclaimed in shock, their faces filled with awe and fear.

The Northern Wolf Cavalry was universally recognized as the world's top cavalry, representing invincibility in the eyes of many. Every time they appeared on the battlefield, it spelled disaster for the enemy, a nightmarish presence.

This time, a cavalry force of twenty thousand instantly surrounded them, sweeping in like a tide and directly enveloping the Xi Xia cavalry.

The commanders of Xi Xia were all in a panic, utterly bewildered.

"Don't cower! It's embarrassing!" Jiang Wanjun reprimanded, well aware that chaos at this moment would lead to certain defeat. "Death will befall whoever retreats and undermines the morale of this army!"

With that, he drew his sword and shouted sternly, "It's just a mere twenty thousand cavalry. I will kill all who dare come forth! Spread my order. A bounty of a thousand for each kill; ten kills will grant the title of Marquis. Kill them all!"

Under the promise of substantial rewards, courageous men would surely emerge.

Jiang Wanjun's encouragement ignited the fighting spirit of the Xi Xia soldiers, burning like a fierce fire.

Indeed, they had an army of over a hundred thousand, facing just twenty thousand cavalry. What was there to fear?

However, in the next moment, twenty thousand Northern Wolf Cavalry swept across the sky with unstoppable momentum, charging directly toward the main force of the Xi Xia army.

Rumble…

The Xi Xia army was crushed, blood flowing and heads rolling wherever the long swords went.

"Ah!" Amidst the cries of agony, in less than ten seconds, three thousand people had already fallen.

The battlefield was now dominated by a cruel sea of white.

Death followed wherever they went.