Zhao Dayou's eyes narrowed, his face filled with horror, and he quickly raised his knife to block.

"Bang!"

A clang of metal clashing rang out, and sparks flew from the point where the weapons met.

Qin Ze's battle robe was now stained crimson with blood, and his face was extremely cold. He roared, gripped the handle of the Breaking Formation Halberd with his right hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the horizontal blade on the Breaking Formation Halberd hooked onto the blade and pulled back sharply.

Zhao Dayou's hand trembled, blood spurted out, and the broadsword flew out of his hand, only to be snatched away by Qin Ze!

Qin Ze's eyes narrowed, and he thrust the Breaking Formation Halberd forward with tremendous force. The thrust was like a meteor falling from the sky, and it was extremely fast. Zhao Dayou had no time to jump away and could only protect his chest with both hands.

With a "hiss," the straight blade instantly pierced through the flesh of his hands, even penetrating Zhao Dayou's arm bone.

"Ah!" Zhao Dayou couldn't help but scream in agony.

Qin Ze smiled coldly. The Breaking Formation Halberd was still in Zhao Dayou's arm. Qin Ze stomped his feet and sent Zhao Dayou flying.

In mid-air, the halberd twisted, and its side blade instantly severed Zhao Dayou's arms.

Two bloody arms fell to the ground, and Zhao Dayou's body crashed heavily to the ground with a "thud".

Qin Ze's icy gaze was as cold as winter. He wiped the blood from his face and walked slowly toward Zhao Dayou.

Zhao Dayou's arms were severed, blood spurted from his arms, his face was as white as paper, and he was trembling all over.

Looking at Qin Ze, who resembled a god of death, Zhao Dayou was filled with extreme fear.

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said weakly:

"Today...I have been defeated by you, and I have nothing to say."

"Before you kill me, let me die knowing why."

Qin Ze raised the Breaking Formation Halberd and said coldly, "Speak, what do you want to ask?"

Zhao Dayou's pupils were beginning to dilate, and he lay on the ground, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"To wipe out my Qingfeng Village, that was a treacherous scheme devised by Zhao Yuan and you."

Qin Ze narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly lost in thought, before saying in a deep voice, "What do you think?"

A bitter smile appeared on Zhao Dayou's face, then he gritted his teeth and said, "As expected, it was Zhao Yuan who plotted this in secret. What a vicious heart he has!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than an unexpected event occurred.

Zhao Dayou suddenly flipped over, dropping a dagger from his arms. He bit it, then with a somersault, leaped up and charged at Qin Ze like a madman.

Dian Wei, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward and threw his iron halberd.

but...

Before the halberd could even land on Zhao Dayou, his pupils dilated, and he collapsed with a thud.

Due to severe injuries, excessive blood loss, and overwhelming rage, Zhao Dayou's final, desperate attack was cut short by cardiac arrest, and he died.

Looking at Zhao Dayou's gradually cooling body, Qin Ze gave his final order.

"Sweep away all the bandits in the stronghold! Leave no one alive!"

"Yes, my lord!" Dian Wei picked up the iron halberd and strode out.

The moonlight, as white as frost, shone upon Qingfeng Village, where flames soared into the sky. After the Chiyan Army had slain the last small wave of bandits, they began to finish off the seriously wounded bandits, sending them to their deaths.

Amidst the raging fire, the soldiers of the Crimson Flame Army carried the corpses of bandits and threw them into the flames.

If the corpses of the five or six thousand people in Qingfeng Village are not burned and buried, they could easily cause a plague in the future.

Under the cover of night, the firelight on Half Moon Mountain was exceptionally bright, and the stench of burning flesh and blood was so strong that it was nauseating.

The battle raged from sunset until now, with the bright moon high in the sky, before finally coming to an end.

Under the moonlight, in a mountain range a few miles away from Half Moon Mountain.

Several burly men dressed in coarse cloth, with broadswords hanging at their waists, looked at the towering flames on Half Moon Mountain with terrified expressions. Their eyelids twitched, and although they were far away, they could still smell the acrid smell of burning in the air.

A large man couldn't help but bend over and gag.

"Damn it, could it be that the entire village was killed?"

The group came from Black Tiger Stronghold. The stronghold's leader, Wang Meng, was a cautious man. He had not received any news from Wolf Head Stronghold for a day and a night, so he was uneasy and sent several of his men to investigate.

As the group arrived under the cover of night, they saw flames shooting into the sky from Half Moon Mountain and stopped to watch.

"Damn! Boss was right, something really happened!" a burly man said in a trembling voice.

"What should we do? Should we still go to Wolf Head Village?" one of them asked.

"Go there my ass! Didn't you see that Qingfeng Village has been wiped out? There must be a large number of government troops there. Going there now would be suicide!"

"Quick! Let's go back and report to the boss!"

Without lingering, the group hurriedly rode away...

........

In the mountain village.

Qin Ze went to the well and scooped out a bucket of water to wash away the bloodstains from his face.

Just then, a mechanical system voice sounded in my mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host has killed a faction. Reward: Base points +1.]

The score on the light screen kept jumping...

The points earned per second had increased to 3 points. Qin Ze shuddered, feeling that the fatigue that had accumulated in his body had vanished.

At 3 points per second, you can earn nearly 260,000 points in the next day!

A fully armed Tier 1 infantryman needs 71 ​​points, which means you can create more than 3,600 infantrymen a day!

If the army of the Great Gan Kingdom were to recruit soldiers, it would take at least a year, or even several years, to train a civilian into a soldier before they could be considered a veteran of the battlefield.

However, my current speed of accumulating points can shorten this process by countless times!

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