The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 547: Liaodong Hou shows off his power in front of the battlefield, Yanmen County is in a sta

Shibi Khan did not sleep all night. This time he had an invincible army. Among the forty-one cities in Yanmen, he captured thirty-nine. The only ones he failed to capture were Yanmen where Emperor Yang Guang of Sui was located and Gang County where King Yang Liang of Qi was located because he had sufficient troops. But even so, his side still had the upper hand.

But yesterday's battle really scared him. More than 100,000 elite Turks were defeated by less than 30,000 Sui troops, and most of them were killed. This was something he could not imagine. What made him even more shocked was the powerful military force of the Sui Dynasty's top leaders.

Grandmasters have always been the mainstay of every country. The rise of the Turks was largely due to the contribution of Wu Zun Bi Xuan. However, in yesterday's battle, even Grandmaster Wu Zun Bi Xuan was injured. The Big Dipper sword formation formed by the seven people was beyond his expectations.

The name of the Big Dipper Sword Formation had already spread as early as the time when Emperor Sui launched his third expedition to Goguryeo. After all, it was a sword formation that could withstand the swordsmanship of the great master Yijian, Master Fu Cailin. Even if Goguryeo did not publicize it, with tens of thousands of witnesses present, how could it be concealed?

Back then, the four Grandmasters and three Half-Step Grandmasters of the Great Sui Dynasty had joined forces to create the Big Dipper Sword Formation, forcibly stopping Master Yijian Shi Cailin and even injuring him, thus thwarting Goguryeo's plan to assassinate and force the Sui Emperor to withdraw. Yesterday, surprisingly, it was seven Grandmasters who created the Big Dipper Sword Formation, a move even more formidable than before. Even Martial Master Bi Xuan paid a heavy price to escape.

After the defeat, Shibi Khan heard an even more disturbing piece of news from Wu Zun Bi Xuan. The Sui Emperor was also accompanied by a great master, who had visited the Turkic central army camp on the first night when the Turkic soldiers surrounded Yanmen City. He made three rules with Wu Zun Bi Xuan: no one could directly attack the commander-in-chief of the three armies, otherwise the Sui Emperor might be frightened, but Shibi Khan would surely die.

Even Martial Master Bi Xuan was wary of the grandmaster's lightness and concealment skills, let alone Shibi Khan.

Shibi Khan felt a little regretful. If retreating immediately after the defeat would not have been so demoralizing, he would have even planned to return to the grassland immediately instead of gathering his troops to continue wasting time outside Yanmen City.

By nightfall, the Sui army was exhausted, and Shibi Khan hadn't slept a single night. Deploying troops was secondary; the most pressing concern was the anxiety and restlessness he felt. The next morning, the over 100,000 Turkic troops were less energetic than usual. The Sui army's strategy of wearing out the troops wasn't in vain. Just then, a massive fleet sailed upstream, arriving at Yanmen City.

"Your servant Wang Shichong..." Outside Yanmen City, Wang Shichong, disheveled but fully equipped with weapons, burst into tears. Tens of thousands of troops carrying countless supplies disembarked in an orderly manner and took up their positions. On the top of the city wall, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty was extremely excited and praised Wang Shichong for his loyalty to the country.

The gates of Yanmen City were wide open. Yang Xuyan and his seven brothers led thousands of soldiers with bows and crossbows to block the direction of the Turkic army. They even advanced several miles and raised a large flag to challenge Wu Zun Bi Xuan. Bi Xuan hid in the army and pretended to be deaf and dumb and did not come out. Shibi Khan reorganized the troops and selected 30,000 elite cavalry with decent morale. Accompanied by Dun Yugu and others, they rumbled out of the camp and headed straight for Yanmen City.

The five or six thousand infantrymen under the banner of the Marquis of Liaodong had the upper hand in morale. Yang Xuyan, holding a spear and a sword on his waist, rode a tall horse and arrogantly challenged the Turkic general: "The Marquis of Liaodong, Yang Xuyan, is here. Which Turkic boy dares to fight me?"

Shibi Khan was initially quite unfamiliar with this young man. After all, Liaodong was located far to the east, originally a Han territory fought by Goguryeo. Now recovered by the Sui Dynasty, it was far removed from the Turks, and they had had little contact. However, after yesterday's battle, it was impossible to be unfamiliar with him. This young man was cunning and resourceful, and his martial arts skills were quite impressive. Especially when combined with the six masters behind him, even a Grand Master would find it difficult to resist.

Shibi Khan glanced around, and most of the generals ignored him. After all, this was a master who could rival Wu Zun. How could ordinary generals defeat him? Going up to him would only lead to their own deaths. Shibi Khan, however, wondered if he could use a general to single out one of the seven, thus preventing the Big Dipper Sword Formation from forming, and perhaps reverse the situation.

There are always some people in the world who lack self-awareness, especially the newly arrived Turkic generals who have not experienced yesterday's battle. After all, what you hear is not as good as what you see. You don't have to believe too much in what you can't see. Compared with the Han people of the Sui Dynasty, they believe that the Turks themselves are stronger.

"Han boy, don't be so arrogant. This tribe leader is here to fight you." A middle-aged man, nine feet tall, with strong muscles and a beard, wielding a big axe, urged the BMW under his crotch to rush over quickly.

Seeing this, Yang Xuyan's eyes lit up slightly, nodded and praised, "You have guts", then drove his horse to meet him, holding the spear horizontally in his hand, and the man and the horse became one, and the spear flowers flew as their figures intertwined, like a phoenix nodding.

The Turkic general was only a congenital being. Waves of force surged from the axe in his hand, his arm numb and the axe flew out of his hand. Then, flowers flew before his eyes, his heart trembled, and a slight pain in his throat caused him to lose consciousness. A BMW carrying a corpse rushed into the Sui army's battle formation. Yang Yi swung to the BMW's side and kicked the Turkic general's body away, then used his crotch to restrain the BMW.

Yang Xuyan rushed forward several hundred meters, looking at the Turkic army not far away, and shouted: "Is there no man on the grassland? If so, we can send our daughters to the Great Sui. We have countless good men in the Great Sui."

The provocative words made the Turkic generals furious, and six or seven riders rushed out at once. Yang Xuyan was not panicked at all, but laughed and shouted "good thing". He turned his horse around and rode sideways. The six Turkic generals were not stupid either, and they spread out and surrounded him. One of them was an archer, with his bow drawn and ready to shoot.

Yang Xuyan showed no fear, and neither did Yang Yu, Yang Jun, or the others, who calmly folded their arms to watch the show. All five Turkic generals were innate, and their combined power of man and horse was unmatched by ordinary innate masters. Any ordinary martial arts master would have retreated, employing guerrilla tactics to divide and conquer them one by one. However, Yang Xuyan was exceptional, his cavalry prowess unfazed anyone.

He wielded his spear like a nimble snake, thrusting, hooking, slashing, and sweeping, engaging the five Turkic generals in a tangle. His martial arts were already far superior to his opponents, and he possessed rich experience from battles across multiple worlds. His military heritage, borne by the Zhuge family, was unmatched by the Turkic generals. He fought five men alone and maintained the upper hand at every turn, though he needed to be wary of the archer and was hesitant to go all out.

With a strange "whoosh," an arrow struck like lightning, its target not at Yang Xuyan himself, but at the BMW beneath him. Yang Xuyan, wielding his spear with one hand, suddenly drew his sword with his left. With a flick of his sword, the lightning-fast arrow abruptly changed direction, piercing the left eye of a nearby Turkic general and piercing his brain with a "whoosh."

Yang Xuyan held a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, and killed the remaining four Turkic generals in a few seconds. By the way, he knocked down five sharp arrows shot by the archer. The archer was shocked to see his five colleagues killed in a moment, and hurriedly turned his horse's head to flee in the direction of the Turkic army, but he did not see that one of the sharp arrows knocked away by Yang Xuyan flew high and landed in front of Yang Xuyan.

The sword was sheathed. Yang Xuyan stretched out his left hand and casually flicked his finger. The sharp arrow broke and the arrowhead turned into a meteor and pierced into the back of the archer. The archer was carried more than ten steps away by the fast horse before he shook slightly and fell off the horse.

The Yang brothers cheered in unison, the Liaodong army roared loudly, and the Turkic army was in an uproar. Shibi Khan had a gloomy face and looked at Dunyugu, who met his gaze firmly with his eyes and nodded fiercely with murderous intent.

Just at this moment, several Turkic messengers came rushing over, bringing one, or a series of bad news.

Thirty-nine cities in Yanmen County were lost, and the Turkic troops stationed in the city suffered heavy casualties. The Sui Dynasty army attacked, and the number of troops was unknown.