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Chapter 630: The Defeat of Choros

The sound of hooves is like thunder.

The red Arabian horse and the black one-horned nightmare horse were like two lightning bolts, one red and one black, flying through the torrential rain of arrows.

Their bodies were burning with golden and dark green flames, and their horses' hooves stepped on the ground, leaving two footprints that looked like guiding lights, but there were less than two hundred followers left behind them.

"It's really a divine horse!"

"I heard that the foreign delegation came from the Arab Empire by ship. I heard that Hulagu Khan conquered the Arab Empire for the fine horses there. These two horses must have been bought from the Arab Empire, right?"

The group of Qiexues could not help but exclaim in amazement. The men on the grassland loved fine horses the most. Although Tatar horses had good endurance, they were small in size and looked far inferior to the tall and strong horses of Central Asia and Arabs.

"King Dahan, send me out to fight. I will definitely subdue those two divine horses and present them to you!"

Yesen ignored his subordinates' request, took a deep breath, and drew his bow and arrow again.

As the bowstring was pulled, the carvings on the Zhebie divine bow came alive again. This time, Yesen aimed at the Hu girl holding a golden lance. She was not wearing a shield, and her defense was obviously not as good as the other Hu girl.

But when the arrow was shot, the Hu girl seemed to have predicted it and squeezed the horse's belly hard. The majestic red horse actually raised its head and neighed, then leaped up and narrowly avoided Yesen's arrow that was sure to hit it.

Can you still hide like this?

Yesen's face turned extremely ugly, and for some reason, a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart again.

How could they let two Hu Ji ruin the opportunity? Even if they were very capable, there were less than 300 people left around them.

Could it be possible that these three hundred men could defeat the thousands of elite cavalrymen around him?
Although he thought so, the uneasiness in his heart did not decrease at all, and his tone became impatient: "What are you still standing there for? Aim at those two Hu Ji. Whoever shoots them will be rewarded with a thousand households, and whoever kills them will be awarded with a title of ten thousand households!"

"Roar!"

The Qiexue troops immediately started to make a noise.

These Qiexue troops who stayed behind to protect Yesen were all guards among the hostage troops. They were higher-ranking than the Tuluhua troops who were currently encircling and suppressing the Hu infantry, but they were still hostages after all, and their tribes were not necessarily those of ten thousand households.

A force of ten thousand households could establish its own tribe and gather a group on the grassland. They were veritable princes and were influential figures across the entire grassland. The total number of ten thousand households in the entire Wala tribe was less than the number of two palms.

Arrows rained down.

One by one, the archers and elite Qiexue soldiers aimed their arrows at the two riders in the front.

Keng——

An arrow with great force and power, shot by an unknown expert, pierced through Jeanna's breastplate.

At the hole in the armor, the steel melted, revealing a body that had completely turned into holy flame.

Jeanna didn't even glance at him, but continued to urge her mount, rapidly closing the distance between the two sides.

Although the Battle of Tumu took place not too far from the Hundred Years' War, the combat power of the Eastern and Western armies at that time was completely incomparable. Under the shackles of the church, in Europe at that time, there were almost no extraordinary people participating in secular wars.

The Church would only send out its elite crusades unless it was fighting against pagans, or the dark creatures of the Two Sicilies or the Balkans.

Otherwise, Charles VII's father, the Mad King Charles, would not have contracted wolfsbane after being attacked by a werewolf during a trip. As the most prominent king in Europe, he did not even have an expert who could deal with pure-blooded wolves.

But these Tatars are completely different. Inside their seemingly ordinary army, there are countless masters. Many of the bows and arrows they use are precious treasures looted from the Central Plains, and they are extremely lethal.

Round after round of arrow rain.

More and more of the mission's cavalry fell.

The Winged Hussars, who had the weakest armor, were almost all killed and fell on the way to the charge. Only the Iron Pagodas and the Armored Archers, who were wearing three layers of heavy armor, were able to take off their bows and fight back.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

The female knight rushing in the front suddenly raised the holy spear in her hand and aimed it at Yesen who was under the white bull banner.

Holy!

The shining holy spear seemed to have passed through the barrier of space at this moment, and arrived in front of Yesen in just a blink of an eye.

It came too fast. This spear of destiny, which was said to be forged by the god-king Odin from the branches of the world tree, seemed to have already written the target's fate of death before it was launched.

"Father Khan, be careful!"

Yesen's eyes widened, and he had no time to react. Behind him, a sturdy and stupid-looking Qiexue soldier suddenly roared, and his body quickly expanded into a giant over five meters tall. He pulled Yesen off the horse and threw him behind him.

I saw him putting his hands together, as if trying to catch the flying "lightning".

But this kind of behavior is as ridiculous as trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.

The holy spear pierced through his chest, and most of the spear body came out from his back. The blazing purifying holy flame, like a cancer attached to his bones, used his blood as raw material and quickly burned throughout his body.

"Chahan!"

Yesen, who had fallen to the ground, finally reacted and yelled.

This strong man was not his biological son, but the son of his second queen who was abducted by a pack of prairie wolves during a trip. He did not care about his origin and treated him as his own son. The great shaman Bayantu said that he was born with divine power bestowed by the Eternal Heaven. If he had not been born stupid, he would definitely have been a brave warrior.

But it is precisely because he is born stupid and is the most loyal to himself that Yesen regards him as the most trustworthy person.

The burning fire man let out a shrill scream, and a ferocious wolf head could be vaguely seen flying up from above his head, screaming as it tried to pounce on Hu Ji, who had thrown the spear. However, it became increasingly dim halfway through its flight, and was burned to ashes by the golden holy flame attached to its body.

"Kill! Kill them!"

Yesen roared angrily.

Because of this battle, he lost his brother and Chahan, whom he treated as his own son. All of this was caused by these Semites. He swore that after this battle, he would personally lead his army to the west and find out the location of the "Kah" country by all means, destroy the country, and kill all its people!
Dozens of elite Qiexue cavalrymen galloped out on their horses.

But unexpectedly, a thick fog appeared.

In the thick fog, dozens of Wild Hunt cavalrymen wearing winged iron helmets with only a pair of icy blue flaming eyes visible from under the helmets appeared again. They had indifferent expressions and were not afraid of death at all. At the cost of their own lives, they entangled the Qiexue army that was galloping on horseback.

The remaining cavalrymen of the delegation also engaged in battle with the Qiexue army. Their only goal was to escort Prajna and Ranna to Yesen.

"Go to hell!"

Yesen drew his bow and drew his arrow, gritting his teeth.

This time, he obviously used some secret method. Veins bulged on his body and his eyes were filled with red bloodshot. He easily pulled the Zhebie divine bow in his hand to its full length, and the golden eagle flew out along with the arrow.

The divine arrow pierced through the air, making a sharp scream.

Almost at the moment he released the bowstring, the arrow had already approached Jeanne and pierced the body of the galloping horse.

Yesen put down the divine bow in his hand, his eyes full of hatred: "She fell off the horse, catch her, I want her to be buried with my son!"

But the next moment.

The female knight, who should have fallen off her horse, had her armor melted away, and her entire body seemed to have turned into burning golden flames, with two pairs of flaming wings flapping as she flew up.

A holy and vast aura enveloped the universe.

"Look forward to judgment, sinner!"

The high-and-mighty Seraph once again raised the shining holy spear, replacing the scorching sun hanging high in the sky and becoming the only source of light visible in the world.

Everyone had to squint their eyes.

The next moment, the golden holy spear pierced through heaven and earth.

Jeanna burned her entire body to become the nourishment to drive the Holy Spear, silently chanted a prayer, and flew towards Yesen.

(End of this chapter)