The battle has only lasted an hour or two, but the soldiers on the other side have already rendered our side almost powerless to resist.

Besides their formidable close-combat skills, they also had archers attacking from the flanks. This mountainous terrain was not as flat as the plains, with varying elevations, but these people on the other side completely ignored them.

It was as if they had been fighting a war in these mountains for decades.

Wu Shuang even suspected that these soldiers had been trained in the mountains, otherwise how could they be so good at fighting in the mountains?

It should be noted that the southern barbarian lands are also mountainous, and the tribesmen live in the mountains and are quite skilled in mountain warfare.

Back when he fought against the large army, he defeated them many times in the early stages in the mountains.

If it weren't for the fact that Da Gan sent the Crimson Flame Army at the last minute, the world's ruler might very well be the barbarian tribe now.

But today's battle has completely shattered Wu Shuang's confidence.

Their forte in mountain warfare was now being overwhelmed by this group of enemy soldiers. All they could hear were the screams of their own soldiers, and the bodies that fell into the mud were one after another.

In this drifting rain, too many people have lost their lives.

At this moment, the enemy general he was fighting was making increasingly fierce moves.

Another clang rang out. Wu Shuang clenched his teeth, and a tingling sensation ran through his hand holding the gun. He quickly took two steps back to create some distance.

The wind howled past, and Wu Shuang exhaled a breath of stale air, his face growing even paler.

Looking at the enemy general before him, he gritted his teeth and said:

"When did Qin Ze bring you all out of these mountains?"

"Mountain warfare is no better than the army under the Great Gan Emperor."

Zhang Yi's expression was cold and stern. With a flick of his wrist, he shook off the water droplets in his palm and said in a cold voice:

"If you hadn't come, we wouldn't be here."

Hearing this cryptic remark, Wu Shuang frowned. "Hmph, that sounds nice, but they've been lying in ambush in these mountains, just waiting for us to come in!"

Zhang Yi glanced at him disdainfully, his voice growing increasingly low.

"When you attacked before, our lord told you that we would be facing the imperial army and the Jin family, who are causing chaos in the world!"

"Anyone who steps into this place will inevitably face death!"

"Since you ignored our advice and insisted on coming to the mountains to be our enemies, sending you to your deaths is the best outcome!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi lunged forward, stepped through the muddy puddles, and thrust his spear straight at the target!

Wu Shuang's expression tightened, and he unleashed the same attack, striking back.

But unexpectedly, the spear that was thrusting towards him changed its move midway. Zhang Yi took another step forward, turning the thrust into a flick, and aimed straight at Wu Shuang's wrist!

This change of tactics came too quickly. Even with Wu Shuang's excellent spear skills, he lost the initiative and had no time to dodge. He had no choice but to turn his body and use his armor to defend against the spear!

With a "bang".

The spear missed the wrist but pierced the shoulder armor!

Zhang Yi snorted coldly, flicked his wrist, and the spear shaft shook into an arc before the spearhead slammed into Wu Shuang's shoulder!

With a loud "thud," the spear struck Wu Shuang squarely on the shoulder. Despite the shoulder armor, a faint "crack" sound still came from inside the shoulder.

Wu Shuang's body swayed, his face turning even paler. First, a tingling sensation came over him, followed by excruciating pain that spread from his shoulder to his entire body.

He understood that his bone was broken.

If his hind foot hadn't landed on the ground, he would have fallen to the ground.

But the wet ground caused him to slip and nearly fall.

Just then, Zhang Yi came forward with his spear, the silver tip aimed at Wu Shuang's throat. If it hit, the outcome of the battle would be decided!

Wu Shuang realized the danger and hurriedly dodged, but the shot came too fast. Although it didn't hit his throat, it still grazed his neck.

Instantly, blood appeared on Wu Shuang's neck.

The blood vessels gradually widened, flowing down his neck and into his body. The strong smell of blood wafted into Wu Shuang's nostrils, making his breathing increasingly rapid.

The two have been fighting for several rounds now. Although the battle is fierce, they are surrounded by a sea of ​​thousands of dead souls.

The surrounding mud was filled with blood, and the corpses, washed by the rain, were pale and looked ferocious and terrifying.

Some had their eyes closed, while others stared wide-eyed; the only thing they had in common was that they had all fallen silent.

Dark, heavy clouds seemed about to collapse, and a strong, pungent stench permeated the chaotic battlefield.

Wu Shuang glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that less than one-tenth of his troops remained. The remaining men were struggling to hold on, but it was clear that it was only a matter of time before they were all killed.

The heavy aura of death was almost suffocating. Wu Shuang took a deep breath, his eyes seemingly losing their luster.

He gripped the spear tightly with his still-intact left hand, assumed a fighting stance, and gritted his teeth as he looked at Zhang Yi:

"Today, I, Wu Shuang, have sacrificed myself for righteousness. In the future, someone will avenge me!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, spat out the rainwater mixed in with his breath, and coldly shouted:

"If we're talking about sacrificing oneself for righteousness? You're not worthy!"

"Today's battle was your downfall because of your inflated ambitions!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Shuang's face flushed red, and he roared, "Speaking nonsense! Die!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he kicked the wet muddy ground, sending several clumps of sticky dirt flying straight toward Zhang Yi's face!

Taking advantage of Zhang Yi's obstructed vision, Wu Shuang lunged forward and thrust his spear toward his throat!

but--

In the drifting rain, Zhang Yi turned to the side and stepped forward. The spear that was thrusting towards him grazed his chin. If it had come any closer, it would have slit his throat!

My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!