Click!

Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun raised their arms to block the rain of arrows in front of Lin Feng; Gui Ke and Hong Ling, the guards on the left and right, charged into the cavalry; Guan Yu's blue blade flashed across the sky, slicing down an arrow aimed at Wang Wu and protecting the Crimson Dragon Banner.

boom!

The charging soldiers suddenly changed formation, their spears transforming into a multi-layered, spinning, leaping meat grinder, relentlessly attacking them.

The cavalrymen marched forward, the sound of crossbows whistling through the air like raindrops, and the swordsmen and shieldmen behind the spears fearlessly squeezed the space around Lin Feng and his companions.

Tap tap tap!

The earth trembled, dust billowed, and an unnamed beast emerged from it, roaring at them.

It is the indomitable military spirit of Xiaochengguan!

"Roar!!!" The spear in Hongling's hand roared out in a fit of rage, and the murderous black tiger dispersed into a cloud of black clouds, manifesting an equally huge body in the sky, and pounced on the nameless beast.

An unnamed wild beast tore and writhed, knocking the black tiger aside, and then a new rain of arrows fell after the dust it kicked up.

Immediately afterwards, the military formation began to change. The spears surrounding them became elusive, like nameless wild beasts in the sky, occasionally piercing out from unnoticed corners and disrupting Lin Feng and the others' formation.

"Where is the commander of Xiaocheng Pass?!"

Lin Feng suddenly grabbed a soldier, stared at the agitated Luo Binwang above, and swung his demonic blade, cleaving him in two: "So, your so-called 'dying to repay the emperor' means letting these nameless people die here again?"

Luo Binwang felt a pang of pity; these people were all his soldiers, even within this manifested realm.

But on the battlefield, all personal feelings must be severed!

However, at that moment, after Lin Feng questioned them, a hoarse voice rang out from in front of them.

"I have a name, Li Laowu from Li Family, Hougou Village, Mashan, Chang'an Road!"

"Wang Si from the Wang family in Jiuyu Village, Haiyuan Road!"

"Zhang the Pockmarked Zhang from Caotou Village, Namgwanseong, Gyeonggi Province!"

"Gu Dalang of the Gu family, Fengyu Street, Gujiabao, Huaibei Road!"

"Zhao Santie from the Zhao family of Jintanghe, Mangshan North Road!"

Voices came from all directions until a general arrived with a sword in hand: "Wu Shisan, the garrison commander of the north gate of Xiaocheng Pass! I am willing to die for General Luo!"

"We are willing to die for General Luo!"

"We are willing to die for General Luo!"

clang!

Wu Shisan was kicked away by Lin Feng, and then the military formation changed. The eyes of those who were staring at Lin Feng with unwavering determination behind their weapons were like those of an unnamed beast that tore him to pieces.

Luo Binwang never forgot them, not a single one of them!

He remembered every single name!

Even if I die again, so what?

At this moment, Lin Feng's demonic blade tore apart several soldiers again, but this seemingly simple swing encountered resistance—a resistance that did not come directly from Luo Binwang's will.

"Poetry has three realms: the realm of objects, the realm of emotions, and the realm of ideas."

"The beauty of mountains and rivers is the physical realm, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are the emotional realm, and the intention to be expressed flows from the heart to form the artistic conception." Luo Binwang looked down at Lin Feng: "It seems that the intention in your heart has not been revealed in your appearance."

As he spoke, Luo Binwang looked at the flag behind Lin Feng.

The fluttering red dragon flag carries the aura of the Holy Tang Dynasty, but it is not an aura that belongs to the Holy Tang Dynasty.

"Heh." Lin Feng sneered. The Crimson Dragon Banner was enough to suppress the aura of the surrounding soldiers.

"What are you hiding from?" Luo Binwang looked down at Lin Feng, asking as if he were both an enemy and a friend: "On the battlefield, life and death do us not have time for hesitation?"

The surrounding attacks changed, and Lin Feng's pressure immediately lessened, but a chilling light suddenly filled his surroundings.

The offensive was merely a preliminary display of the opponent's literary skills, a superficial depiction of the physical world and situation. The real killing move was hidden long ago within the entire artistic conception, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

In an instant, all the attacks converged on one mind, and the overwhelming force of thousands of troops trampled over Lin Feng's will like a torrent, shaking his mind at this moment.

"What difficulty is there in this? I am willing to repay you with my life!"

Suddenly, a voice from Xinghun General Guan Yu flowed through his heart, followed by the voices of Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun.

"Why are you so hesitant, neither fighting nor retreating?"

"I will serve you to the death!"

The three voices brought Lin Feng back to his senses, which had been shattered by the artistic conception. The ensuing solemnity forced him to be a thousand times more cautious. This kind of literary technique was full of attacks that were impossible to defend against. That momentary lapse in attention was like the cunning of military strategy, easily leading him into a trap.

What may seem like a chance to catch one's breath, or a casual remark, or even a passing breeze, are all means by which Wen Dao uses to confuse and attack.

"war!"

Lin Feng waved his hand, and the three Star Soul Generals launched the first charge.

Immediately afterwards, the sky over the entire small town quickly darkened, and a ray of demonic light entered Luo Binwang's realm of imagination, winning them back a piece of exotic land.

In that instant, hundreds of thousands of troops retreated in a thunderous retreat, leaving Luo Binwang on the city wall feeling somewhat helpless.

Unfortunately, his path was not the path of the battlefield, and compared with the willpower of fighting in a foreign land like Bilin Feng, he was ultimately at a disadvantage.

“If you can enter my city gates, I will retreat,” Luo Binwang said, then added, “If you awaken the will within your banner, how can you not break through my city gates?”

Lin Feng stood there, and he could easily guess what the other person meant. However, there were some things he was not prepared to do: "You cultivate your literary talent with a righteous spirit. You should understand how difficult it is to maintain that righteous spirit."

"Yes." Luo Binwang nodded.

"I don't have any great talent, nor can I learn so much sophisticated knowledge." Lin Feng raised his head, looked at the figures on the city wall, and slowly said, "Then I can only use my courage to cultivate my spirit."

“A common man’s anger can cause blood to spill five steps away…” Luo Binwang sighed, and was about to continue when Lin Feng’s voice rang out again: “Besides, how could it be a tool for killing?”

The will within the Crimson Dragon Banner can manifest countless soldiers like the guards of the small town, but the one who truly inherits and embodies this will is not them, but Lin Feng, who inherits this will!

This is the Crimson Dragon Flag in his heart, and it is also him holding the flag!

"I'll be waiting for you inside the city!" Upon seeing this, Luo Binwang said nothing more, turned around, and flew into the barbican of the small town.

Unfortunately, he was unable to complete the task entrusted to him by Yuan Tiangang.

Tear this Crimson Dragon Banner apart!

But it's not a pity, because he saw some things that made him happy, even though the other party was his enemy.

As the shouts of battle outside the city once again stirred up the nameless beast, the city gates of the small town also emitted a deafening crashing sound.

Until a black tiger burst through the gate, Lin Feng, clad in black armor, stepped into the city amidst a cloud of demonic light.

Luo Binwang, dressed in military attire, raised a pair of twin swords. His calm aura split into several dragon shadows as the demonic light attacked, transforming into streaks of white rainbows that cleaved through the demonic light.

With lofty ambitions soaring like a celestial rhinoceros and unwavering sincerity piercing a white rainbow, if the emperor's grace could be repaid, then the dragon swords would be of equal strength.

The aspiration expressed in the poem is the aspiration in his heart.

Now he can also take up his sword and go into battle!

Whoosh!

A white streak shot past Lin Feng's ear, and then the opponent's sword came to him, colliding with the demonic blade and producing a series of crisp dragon roars.

war!

Lin Feng exerted force in his hand, and the demonic blade slashed out first.

Just as their battle intensified, a sigh echoed from some hidden place.

"He failed, but he got into the game."