SEC Chapter 286 Yuwen Chenglong: Watch as I, the Marquis of Yanjin, enter the battle and utterly defeat
Chapter 286 Yuwen Chenglong: Watch as I, the Marquis of Yanjin, enter the battle and utterly defeat
"Brothers, are you ready?"
Yuwen Chenglong turned his head and shouted sternly at the soldiers behind him.
The sound was loud and clear, echoing across the wilderness.
Today is the day Yuwen Chenglong will triumph.
He wanted everyone to know that he, Yuwen Chenglong, was not only Yuwen Chengdu's younger brother, but also a fierce and capable general!
"Reporting to Your Excellency, everything is ready!"
After Zhao Chong finished speaking, he waved his hand.
A group of people walked out from behind, and these people were carrying various musical instruments.
Five-stringed pipa, bili, sheng, and war drum.
In short, all the musical instruments you can use are here; they are dazzling and diverse.
If you didn't know better, you'd think it was some kind of opera troupe on tour.
"play music!"
Yuwen Chenglong roared at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation.
No sooner had the words been spoken than thunderous war drums boomed, shaking the earth.
As the drumbeats faded, other instruments began to play.
The pipa's sound was as clear and resonant as iron, the bili's sound was as plaintive as a lament, and the sheng's sound was clear and melodious.
Various musical sounds intertwined, merging into a stirring and passionate piece of music.
Before the battle even began, the sound of music could be heard drifting across the open fields.
The music was incredibly stirring, making listeners' blood boil and eager to rush up and fight.
When the enemy troops supporting Jiangling arrived at the front lines, they were all puzzled and looked at each other blankly.
What did they give us to do?
Is this still a battlefield?
The Sui soldiers arrayed opposite them were all menacing and menacing.
But in front of them was a row of musical instruments, and more than a hundred musicians were playing with all their might. They had never seen such a scene in their lives.
"This is your own creation, Yuwen Chenglong's, battle formation initiation melody. When the melody ends, the formation breaks!"
Yuwen Chenglong stood with his spear held high, shouting majestically.
"Archers, fire!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than arrows rained down on the enemy lines, blotting out the sky.
At the same time, Yuwen Chenglong spurred his horse out, and amidst a hail of arrows, pierced straight into the enemy ranks.
His silver spear danced up and down, flashing with cold light, each thrust sending up a cloud of blood mist.
The enemies fell from their horses one after another, their screams echoing throughout the land.
Even when shield bearers surged forward, he remained fearless, thrusting out with his spear and sending a group of enemies flying, shields and all, crashing down on the ground.
"Hahaha!"
Yuwen Chenglong laughed heartily, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens, his laughter echoing across the battlefield.
In the past, those who went to the enemy's camp alone were either princes, Pei Yuanqing, or Luo Cheng.
The times he was so powerful only appeared in his dreams; they disappeared when he woke up.
Now, he has finally realized his wish.
Finally, I can rampage across the battlefield and slaughter the enemy until not a single piece of armor remains!
It's fortunate that he kept this "Breaking the Formation" melody, just in case he needed it someday.
From the day he gained power, he began to think about how to make a grand spectacle of himself and how to achieve instant fame.
This battle song was a brilliant idea he came up with after thinking about it for three days and three nights.
It's a pity that the Prince, Ao Yu, and Luo Cheng are all gone.
Otherwise, he could have shown off too.
"How the hell is this war being fought?"
Zhao Chong was only responsible for arranging these musical instruments for Yuwen Chenglong, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a scene.
He stood at the front of the battle line, watching Yuwen Chenglong charge in and out of the enemy ranks, his eyes wide with amazement.
No wonder they were chosen by the gods; just look at their grandeur, they're unbeatable!
After all, who goes to war with their own little tunes?
"Shouldn't we arrange this for the prince as well?"
Gorler was so engrossed in watching that it took him a while to come to his senses.
"Yuwen Chenglong is keeping something to himself. Tell the prince later, so he can enjoy it too."
Seeing that Yuwen Chenglong had already fought his way deep into the enemy ranks, Zhao Chong realized the time was right and mounted his horse.
Subsequently, the cavalry of the Crimson Valor Army charged out like a torrent, plunging into the enemy ranks.
The sound of horses' hooves thundered, the shouts of battle shook the heavens, swords gleamed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
Only the drummers and musicians remained, along with three hundred guards.
The musicians dared not stop, each playing with all their might, their cheeks bulging and veins popping out on their foreheads.
At this moment, the general who came to support Xiao Xian was named Yang Daosheng.
He was a valiant general under Xiao Xian, and quite capable.
Although his men were exhausted from the forced march, they outnumbered the Sui army by a large margin.
However, he simply couldn't understand it.
Why did the enemy general, despite having fewer troops, charge into their ranks while playing a tune?
Not only that, it completely destroyed it!
Could this person be Lü Xiao?
"General...this Sui army is far too brave and skilled in battle; they are Lü Xiao's elite troops!"
The deputy general beside him kept directing his men to attack Yuwen Chenglong, but to no avail.
"What? Isn't Lü Xiao in Jiangling? How come he's here!"
Looking at his increasingly chaotic army formation, Yang Daosheng was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his palms were covered in sweat.
If it really is Lü Xiao who comes, how can he fight this battle?
At Siping Mountain, Lü Xiao single-handedly slaughtered 800,000 rebels.
His numbers are so small, they're not even enough to fill someone's teeth!
"Go, wipe out those musicians playing music and drums first!"
The sounds of battle were deafening, yet the music and drumming still reached Yang Daosheng's ears, each note seeming to mock him.
He was extremely agitated and immediately gave the order.
If I can't beat you, how could I not beat your drum band?
"promise!"
Upon hearing this, the deputy general immediately dispatched a thousand men to charge towards Yuwen Chenglong's drum corps, their horses galloping rapidly, exuding a murderous aura.
At this moment, Yuwen Chenglong was still fighting fiercely in the formation, his silver spear like a dragon, invincible in all directions.
"My lord, something terrible has happened!"
Zhao Chong slashed the enemy in front of him with his spear, fought his way through the enemy, and shouted as he reached Yuwen Chenglong.
"What's wrong?"
Yuwen Chenglong was puzzled, but he kept wielding his silver spear, piercing through an enemy soldier who charged at him.
Isn't this great?
They defeated the enemy so badly that they were about to win a great victory. What could be worse?
"Our messenger just reported that the enemy is heading straight for your drum corps!"
As Zhao Chong dodged the attack, he deflected the incoming broadsword with his spear, and did not forget to inform the attacker of the situation.
"Damn it, they want to ruin me!"
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Chenglong was greatly alarmed. He spurred his horse, turned it around, and, spear in hand, fought his way back.
This drum band is his lifeline!
If it weren't for this little tune to invigorate him, his combat power would be greatly reduced!
Moreover, he had spent a lot of money to hire those musicians; if they died, where would he find another one?
"Take this shot, or you'll ruin my battle march!"
Before long, Yuwen Chenglong charged out of the formation like a god of war descending to earth, returning to his own front line.
He thrust forward with his spear, instantly knocking an enemy general, clad in armor, off his horse. The body fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Upon seeing this, the remaining thousand enemy soldiers scattered like birds and beasts, no longer daring to touch the musicians.