Chapter 900 Commemoration
In Jingshan, the sun was shining brightly at this time. It should be time to take advantage of the day to travel, but the road was deserted.
Due to the invasion of Wuman, all roads around Jingshan have been blocked. Remote paths are still okay as they may be missed by Wuman who are unfamiliar with the terrain.
But Wu Man would naturally not miss this conspicuous road.
However, on the road where almost no one passes by now, there is a galloping white horse.
Its coat is pure white without a trace of other colors, and its size is huge, far exceeding that of ordinary war horses.
In Mo Cheng's words, this warhorse seized from Bao Lian is of the same level as Rao's Black King. Rather than being a horse, it is more like a tank with the appearance of a warhorse.
According to what Mo Cheng learned from the chief witch priest, this horse was the king of horses that was born after ten generations of breeding in their tribe. It was extremely precious and there was no intention to give it to warriors outside the tribe for use.
It's a pity that Bao Lian died at Mo Cheng's hands, and this horse king became Mo Cheng's trophy. After the high witch priest led the tribe to try to surrender, it was even more impossible to take this horse king back.
The speed of the warhorse under his crotch was extraordinary. The speed of the sprint even left the sound behind. When Mo Cheng activated the halo blessing, the speed of this warhorse had reached Mach 20...
This is not about running too fast, but flying too low.
At the same time, Mo Cheng could also feel that this was not the maximum speed of the warhorse. This white horse was quite intelligent and it knew that if it charged at full speed in this non-plain area, it would easily crash into the mountain.
As we galloped along, we could already see several teams of Wuman soldiers setting up checkpoints on the roadside. The chevaux de frise were placed on the road, which became obstacles that most war horses had to bypass or stop. Otherwise, if they crashed into them, nothing would be left except a pool of flesh and blood that made it impossible to distinguish between humans and horses.
But Mo Cheng was different. He lowered his body slightly, and the speed of the white horse increased instantly. When approaching the barricades, he leaped lightly and crossed the seemingly unshakable obstacle.
The Wuman soldiers wanted to continue to stop them, but how could they possibly catch up with the carefully trained Horse King? Even when they just took a step to try to track him, they found that parts of their bodies were falling off piece by piece.
Mo Cheng's sword had already cut their bodies into several pieces before they realized they were dead.
After passing the obstruction, Mo Cheng slowed down instead. He had entered the Jingling area. The overall number and quality of the Wuman here were much stronger than the group that stayed in Baigu City.
This time, the goal of Wuman or Jueming Mountains is most likely to swallow up the entire Jingling Prefecture.
"Trouble, the entire Jingling Province is so big, where is the leader of [Nanli Daoyu] trapped?"
The Lord of Baigu City only knew that the leader of the [Nanli Daoyu] in Jingling Prefecture was trapped, but he was not clear about more specific information.
Mo Cheng looked at the mountain road irritably, and silently released his own perception to sense the places where a large number of Wu Man gathered. At the same time, he also paid attention to places where there were other life reactions besides Wu Man.
Soon, Mo Cheng walked out of the mountainous area. He knew that his luck was not so good as he encountered the target as soon as he entered Jingling Prefecture.
Mo Cheng was not very happy to scan the map to find a target, but his feeling kept reminding him. It was an indescribable feeling that made Mo Cheng very concerned about this matter.
He knew that it was his intuition telling him that something very important was happening in . Perhaps it was about the mission of escorting Shen Xueqi to the [Nanli Dao Domain], or it could be the [main mission of the region].
Mo Cheng was willing to trust his intuition.
After leaving the mountainous area, Mo Cheng quickly sensed a place and immediately rode there on horseback.
Soon, a group of people appeared in front of him. They looked like ordinary people from the surrounding city.
Behind this group of people was a group of Wuman cavalry who were chasing them.
How could a group of weak civilians outrun the cavalry on war horses?
When a Wuman cavalryman had caught up with the nearest old man and raised the knife in his hand, a spear stabbed at him from an unknown angle and went straight through his chest.
Mo Cheng swung his spear, throwing the cavalryman's body to the ground, and without holding back, he rode his horse and charged towards the Wuman cavalry.
The charge of the white horses brought with it the momentum of thousands of troops, and the blood-patterned spear in Mo Cheng's hand was like the roar of a tiger. Every shot was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, like the roar of a wild beast.
And with every roar, a Wuman cavalryman fell off his horse and died. Before they fell off their horses, they had already suffered fatal injuries and died.
This cavalry unit consisted of only a hundred men, and there were five hundred infantrymen following behind them. Mo Cheng did not hold back, and swept his spear across like a sickle, reaping the lives of the Wuman people one after another.
"It's a pity that there are no soldiers with you, otherwise we could have cut off the head and made it into a memorial."
I don’t know if it’s because he has been leading troops for too long, but Mo Cheng has an indescribable admiration for Jingguan. I don’t know if it’s my own problem.
"Why do you always want to build a Jingguan? Fenglangjuxu is obviously of a higher style..."
He shook his head and threw away the idea of building a Jingguan that popped up in his mind from time to time. Now there was not enough time or manpower to support Mo Cheng's idea.
After killing all the pursuing Wuman, Mo Cheng searched several people who looked like leaders and officers, but did not find any valuable clues.
At this time, the old man who was caught up and almost killed walked to Mo Cheng tremblingly, bowed and said: "Thank you for saving my life, General..."
Before he could finish his words, Mo Cheng interrupted him and said, "Don't be polite. Run away now while there are no Wuman troops around. I can save you temporarily, but not forever. You may not be so lucky next time, old man."
The old man shook his head, but left without listening to Mo Cheng. "I have reached the age of knowing my destiny, and it doesn't matter if I die now. But I see that the general seems to be looking for something, so maybe I can help."
"Looking for someone. The leader of [Nanli Daoyu] seems to have been trapped by Wuman. We don't know where he is exactly."
Mo Cheng did not hide anything and directly stated his purpose. For him who had no idea at all, any local person knew much more than he did.
The old man lowered his head and thought for a moment. "When we were escaping, we passed by a place where many Wu Man gathered. They found us but did not send anyone to chase us. Instead, they surrounded the place. I wonder if this is the place the general is looking for."
An uncertain clue, but better than no clue at all.
"Where?"
