ragginovel Chapter 262 All 5 Lines Obtained
Chapter 262 All 5 Lines Obtained
To become a Grandmaster of Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts), one must master the Golden Marrow technique.
Actually, the parallel operation of the twelve meridians and the mutual generation of the five elements are difficult, but they are not the most difficult.
The most difficult part is to understand the true meaning of the Five Elements Boxing Technique.
With ordinary martial arts, once you grasp the true essence of a particular fist technique, you can seek to break through to the Golden Marrow Grandmaster level.
However, since Taizu Changquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) cultivates all five elements, one must ultimately master all five elements, which makes it incredibly difficult.
By chance, Yang Silang obtained the Water and Fire elemental martial saint divine will seeds from Du Mohu and Mu Canghu in front of the Jinghe Mausoleum Shadow Stone in the capital.
Afterwards, Hu Jiaoniang gave him a seed of wood-attribute divine intent from the Wood Demon Martial Saint in the back garden of the imperial palace.
In the end, the troublemaker Mo Xinlian was hit by a punch from the Guardian Martial Saint. The punch contained stagnant true energy and was full of seeds of earth element divine intent. Mo Xinlian used the Five Elements Mutual Restraint Method to resolve the situation and allow him to absorb it.
The only element missing from the Five Elements is metal.
When the soldiers stopped him on the river to arrest him, he was just trying his luck, hoping to glean some true meaning of the metal element from the killing gun.
I never expected that it would finally be successful today.
Back then, in the Martial Arts Tower, he watched Qi Shasheng single-handedly defeat six grandmasters with his spear, leading his personal guards to fight against overwhelming odds, swiftly and decisively defeating the enemy like a dragon in flight.
Today he also directly defeated six fighting generals. Of course, the strongest of these six fighting generals was only a Steel Dirty Grand Martial Master, which could not be compared with Qi Shasheng's opponents.
He also had no loyal and brave guards protecting him.
But it seems as if by divine intervention that this moment is just like that moment before.
As if traversing hundreds of years, he grasped the divine meaning behind the grandmaster's spear charge amidst a vast army.
That is, even if there are thousands of troops ahead, as long as one has a breath left, one will not stop advancing.
This is the sharpness of gold.
Of course, Yang Silang knew that the Killing Spear technique he had mastered was different from the original.
Qi Shasheng's Killing Spear was truly born solely for slaughter. It was a fist technique with a metal blade, but at its core was an invincible killing intent that was unrestrained and insanely murderous.
However, everyone's martial arts path is different. He was already satisfied with the fact that he could comprehend a bit of the true meaning of metal from the Killing Spear and complete the five elements.
On the battlefield.
The bandit cavalry in front of us has been routed.
With no further obstacles, Yang Silang lightly nudged Daqing's ribs, and Daqing, understanding, gradually slowed down.
His boiling blood and qi will also settle down, and his true qi will gradually subside.
After all, a master would normally be exhausted by now, having fought six generals with just one spear and drawn his bow dozens of times.
He doesn't need to reveal too many of his cards.
Chai Qing had recovered his strength by this time, spurred his horse to catch up, pointed his spear straight at the riverbank, and shouted loudly.
"Charge!"
Yang Silang looked back.
They numbered only about five hundred when they set out from their position, including the Ghost Guerrilla's personal guards.
In other words, the number of martial artists who were actually forcibly conscripted was only about four hundred.
Right now, the number of martial artists behind him is sparse, no more than two hundred.
Nearly half of the warriors had already fallen on the battlefield. In such a cavalry charge, even if the wounded fell from their horses, it was basically a death sentence.
With so many hooves trampling them, the chances of survival were extremely low.
The group charged into the enemy lines, using their inferior forces to proactively attack an enemy army that outnumbered them by a factor of two.
Although the arrow was sharp, it was impossible for it to come out unscathed. The two hundred or so who fell behind, died, or were injured were the price of the loss.
After all, the bandits in front of us are capable of fighting back and killing people with guns.
Fortunately, Wang Daniu was there, and Wu Tiechuan persevered despite the blood staining his half-armor from his ribs.
Old Guo was still vigorous despite his age; apart from being a little pale, he was otherwise fine.
As for Chai Qing, that old scoundrel, he was beaming with health. Behind him were two riders: the sinister-faced old man and Ru Yan, a woman disguised as a man, also wearing soft armor.
There should have been more than thirty bodyguards and escorts, but now only about fourteen or fifteen familiar faces have survived.
In addition, Feng San, the fast-legged member of the Six Doors who had been following them the whole time, was also keeping up.
Yang Silang withdrew his gaze and silently uttered the mantra "Rejuvenation."
He had just exhausted most of his true energy in the charge, and now that he was still on the battlefield, he had to hurry up and recover his fighting strength.
Fortunately, the bandit cavalry in front of them had lost their courage and, like sheep, abandoned their helmets, armor, and weapons, desperately spurring their horses to flee.
The group rushed to the riverbank to seize the boat, and they stabbed down anyone who blocked their way, ignoring the bandits who fled to either side.
Behind the flying dust.
The guerrilla commander was whipping his horse, still thinking about how to lead his personal guards safely back to the camp.
The crucial problem was that several hundred bandit cavalrymen were blocking their way back to camp.
The thought of having to fight my way through again, and how many of my personal guards would die, filled me with a sense of impending doom.
He cursed the martial artists in his heart.
A group of reckless men who knew martial arts had no idea when to be on the right or wrong side of the battlefield, or when to bravely advance or when to slip away.
You've dragged me into this mess and I still have to clean up your mess.
If those idiots manage to come back alive, next time I'll send them to the most dangerous place.
Especially that stupid military scholar surnamed Yang, so what if you can ride a horse as one?
The other side has deployed so many generals and so many cavalry; they can overwhelm you with sheer numbers!
Do you really think that becoming a grandmaster means you can just recklessly charge into battle?
Various thoughts were still swirling in his mind.
Suddenly, a commotion arose behind me, followed by cries and pleas for mercy, like a boulder thrown into a pond, causing panic to spread in all directions.
"They lost...it must have been those idiots who lost..."
"I'm afraid I'm going to be attacked from both sides now."
The ghost guerrilla cried out in his heart.
Before he could even turn around, he saw the bandit cavalry, who had been charging in a wall formation, in complete disarray.
Disorder broke out amidst the otherwise orderly formation.
Some fools rein in their horses while riding at high speed, and they get hit by the horses behind them on the spot, resulting in a scene of people and horses falling to the ground.
Some of the bandit cavalrymen who were on the sidelines suddenly rushed out of the formation, seemingly trying to escape.
A leader-like warrior among the bandits waved a large flag and whistled, leading his cavalry in an arc to avoid the escape route of the Ghost Guerrilla and his men, and the whole group fled down the side path.
"What the hell is this?"
Ghost Guerrilla couldn't understand it.
Even though they were the ones who lost, why were the bandit cavalrymen in front of them acting so panicked and like a group of deserters?
The head of his personal guards looked back, his mouth agape, blinking repeatedly to make sure before shouting.
"General, we've won! We've won! We've won!"
"Those warriors have broken through the enemy cavalry and escaped!"
Even the Ghost Guerrilla doubted his own ears when he heard it.
"What?"
He pulled hard on the reins, and the warhorse leaped high into the air, leaving him parallel to the ground.
As soon as the horse's hooves touched the ground, the ghost guerrilla nimbly jumped onto the saddle, put his hand to his brow, and looked back.
really.
The once arrogant thousand-plus bandit cavalry that charged forward has been completely routed and scattered all over the field.
The battlefield where the battle had taken place was littered with the corpses of bandit cavalry.
influenced by.
Even another band of cavalry, which had been chasing after the household guards' cavalry, panicked and turned back.
Even the bandit formations that were not affected by the attack experienced widespread chaos, with crowds surging and many infantrymen throwing away their weapons and abandoning their formations in an attempt to flee.
"Hahahaha..." Ghost Guerrilla burst into laughter.
Good, good, so these martial artists are really effective, especially that Scholar Yang, he's a born fighter.
"General, why are they heading towards the river?"
The confidant, puzzled, pointed to the departing cavalry.
Ghost Guerrilla slapped him on the head and laughed.
"Still don't understand?"
"By circling around the river, we can cut off the bandits' retreat!"
"Excellent, excellent! Scholar Yang is brave and daring, and General Li is still as sharp as ever, seeing through the enemy's weaknesses at a glance."
"The General should be ordering a counterattack soon!"
really.
The long, drawn-out sound of a horn rang out.
Looking at the vehicle, the messenger was too busy with both hands, waving more than ten flags at the same time, which looked quite flashy.
In this situation, you don't need to understand flag signals.
The General's order can actually be summarized in four words: All troops, attack!
Suddenly, shouts erupted across the battlefield.
The front and middle ranks, who had just rested and regrouped, including the rear infantry who had just fled back to the main camp, were once again driven back into battle by the supervisory team.
In addition, the cavalry unit of the household guards, which had already made a fleeing posture, changed from front to rear and rear to front.
Led by the young master of the Wang family, they rushed towards the bandits like a tidal wave.
Even General Wang himself jumped off the observation vehicle, rode a horse, and led dozens of his personal guards into battle.
On the battlefield, when morale is at its peak, it's time to strike a defeated foe.
The bandits had just sent their most capable fighters to charge into the enemy lines, but they were all killed. They were already terrified.
Now we see the entire army mobilized.
Meanwhile, the most capable cavalry unit had already headed towards the river.
The bandits were also seasoned veterans, especially having suffered many defeats and were very experienced.
It's clear at a glance that morale has been lost today, and defeat is inevitable; it's just a matter of whether it's a minor or major defeat.
They watched as the fiercest and most valiant cavalrymen went to outflank them from the rear.
The bandit leaders immediately turned their horses around and fled with their personal guards.
With their leader gone, the bandit army was left without command on the battlefield and immediately scattered and fled.
Ironically, the heavily armed and armored soldiers who had previously made a name for themselves among the bandits simply knelt down and surrendered.
Anyway, we were all soldiers before, but the officials rode off on horseback, leaving us poor infantrymen to the bandits.
Now the situation is repeating itself, but it's the bandit leaders who are fleeing. Everyone might as well surrender again and become soldiers once more.
In chaos.
After beheading more than a dozen people and venting his anger over the past few days, the ghost guerrilla subconsciously looked towards the river.
"Huh? Why aren't they flanking them?"
"Why did these people dismount? Did they seize a boat? There's no need for naval warfare here."
The warriors drove the horses and mules onto the boat, hoisted the sails, and rowed it to the center of the river.
Ghost Guerrilla slapped his forehead, belatedly realizing what was happening, and flew into a rage, shouting.
"Damn it, those guys actually got away!"
"Having performed such an incredible feat, he actually escaped!"
"I'm going to report them! These guys should be caught and beheaded!"
I thought you guys were covering our retreat, but it turns out you guys ran away?
at this time.
The fleeing bandit leaders also discovered that things were not as they had imagined, but the army had already collapsed and could no longer regroup.
Therefore, they could only slow down their horses, gather the precious cavalry on the battlefield, and support some of the infantry at the rear before slowly retreating.