late at night.

The surface of Wei Lake was pitch black, with birds flying across it like nightingales, creating ripples.

Amidst several horizontal ripples, a vertical wave swept across, initially resembling the character '丰' (feng), but later becoming an unrecognizable scribble.

The closer we get to the opposite bank, the slower the waves go, so as not to make too much noise and attract people's attention.

The Southern Zhou soldiers, who were working overtime on the Muqiao Bridge to build defensive fortifications, could never have imagined that there were three people swimming faster than fishing boats under the bridge.

Gan Lang is a top-notch master with formidable martial arts skills. Even Heng Wenhao couldn't defeat him in water combat. However, this amazing skill often makes people overlook his martial arts prowess.

Zhao Cheng once commented on him, saying that if Gan Lang had become a pirate, it would have been a disaster for both the Great Jing and the Southern Zhou.

Fortunately, when Qi Bainian fell from power, Yuan Yun subdued him and prevented him from going astray.

Zhao Wu said, "We don't need to go ashore. Heng Wenhao and I can climb up the bridge."

"Sure," Heng Wenhao replied, then asked, "Brother Gan Lang, will soaking in the water affect your rest?"

Gan Lang said, "I can sleep floating on the water, which is safer than on the shore."

Heng Wenhao said with relief, "Then there's no problem. Let's stop at the foot of the bridge ahead."

After the dry waves stopped, Zhao Wu and Heng Wenhao quickly adjusted their breathing.

Gan Lang instructed, "I used to accompany Lord Qi to fight pirates, so I may have more experience on the battlefield than you two. I must remind you, no matter how much trouble you cause once you're up there, you must not fall."

"Once someone falls in the midst of a chaotic encirclement, even a grandmaster might not be able to get up again."

"I've got it." Heng Wenhao nodded.

This is indeed valuable practical experience. Although there are grandmasters in this world, they are not extraordinary.

If the reference point is an ordinary soldier, a first-rate expert might be able to escape from a hundred people, and a top expert could kill a hundred people, but when facing thousands of people, even a grandmaster would not dare to say that he could escape unscathed with absolute certainty.

Moreover, the two of them were about to face 20,000 people.

Of course, this is just an analogy, since the two's destination was the Twilight Bridge, where there were not many soldiers, and they were all militiamen building fortifications.

“My fighting style is more stable.” Zhao Wu glanced at Heng Wenhao and said, “Your swordsmanship is too flashy, you need to be careful.”

"Who's using fancy tricks?" Heng Wenhao retorted, "I take them down one by one!"

Zhao Wu said, "What were the master's instructions? Kill fewer people, destroy more fortifications."

"Let me give you an example."

"Alright, you two, hurry up and go before anyone notices."

Gan Lang then reminded them, "When you retreat, don't worry about where you'll get into the water. Jump in without worry. As long as you're under the bridge, I'm sure I can find you."

Heng Wenhao patted Gan Lang on the shoulder and said, "I entrust my back to Zhao Wu, and my life to you."

This was a tremendous trust, and Gan Lang was somewhat moved. He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Take care, both of you!"

Zhao Wu didn't say much. He simply grabbed the foot of the bridge, went around to the inside, and climbed up the pillar.

Heng Wenhao caught up and climbed onto the bridge opposite Zhao Wu.

The two lay in wait under the bridge for a while, exchanged a hand gesture, and then simultaneously leaped onto the bridge.

Leap up.

Draw your sword!

Gan Lang watched the two figures leaping up from the water, like two ghostly figures under the moonlight.

Before their feet even touched the bridge, the killing had already begun.

Zhao Wu unleashed two sword strikes, one descending from the sky and shattering all the barricades within ten meters of him.

Heng Wenhao used his second strike, "Thunder Strike and Hemp Cut," to sever the necks of the Southern Zhou soldiers with a single, swift motion, as light as silk. When destroying the deer strongholds, it was as if he were wielding a heavy hammer, smashing them to pieces with a single blow.

Zhao Wu looked towards the direction of Muqiaokou, where there were densely packed barricades and stockades. Several sidecars were also parked at the bridgehead. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Yang Qingzhi is too fast. If we wait until tomorrow, Muqiaokou will have been turned into a fortress by them."

Heng Wenhao nodded and said, "This is the only chance."

The Southern Zhou army finally responded.

"Someone is raiding the camp!"

"Guards! Arrest him!"

The militiamen who were building the fortifications were frightened and retreated, while the Southern Zhou army attacked from both ends of the bridge.

Zhao Wu glanced to the left and right and said, "I didn't see that bear."

Heng Wenhao said, "He suffered some internal injuries that day, so he probably won't come to join in the fun."

Zhao Wu said, "Shall we begin?"

Heng Wenhao nodded emphatically.

Seeing the Southern Zhou soldiers charging from both sides, Zhao Wu disregarded everything, sheathed his broken sword, and took out bottles of wine from his backpack, pouring them onto the fortifications.

"What a fine wine, what a pity!"

Heng Wenhao circled around Zhao Wu, blocking the incoming Southern Zhou soldiers for him.

One of the Southern Zhou soldiers rushed too fast, and Heng Wenhao's workload was so great that he missed him.

Zhao Wu tripped over the Southern Zhou soldier, then grabbed him and poured the remaining immortal wine into his mouth.

"You're so lucky, you can still drink a glass of wine you can't afford before you die."

The Southern Zhou soldier was forced to drink a few mouthfuls of wine, but before he could even taste it, Zhao Wu twisted his neck.

After pouring out the last bottle of wine, Zhao Wu turned around and said, "Charge up."

"receive!"

Heng Wenhao responded and suddenly unleashed his first strike, "Quick Blade Blossoms," killing more than a dozen people in succession. The blade's light illuminated the bridge and caused the Southern Zhou soldiers behind him to stop in their tracks.

At the same time, Zhao Wu drew his sword and slashed at Heng Wenhao's sword, then slashed downwards along the blade.

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