Chapter 847 Victory! (Second Update)

Chu Feipeng lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the long knife that had pierced his chest.

He never expected that Marquis Xuanping would be so fast, nor did he expect that it was a pair of double swords.

Tang Yueshan's heart pounded wildly. Holy crap, one move?

It's not quite accurate to say it was just one move. Strictly speaking, the three moves that Marquis Xuanping instructed Chu Feipeng to make should also be included. He seemed not to have made any moves, but in reality, he was observing the situation.

There is never a reward without effort, nor is there an easy victory; everything is the result of rigorous training and preparation.

From the moment Chang Jing and Chu Feipeng clashed, Marquis Xuanping began to observe and analyze Chu Feipeng's moves.

But that was from a distance, and some details were inevitably overlooked. So he let him have three more moves, and then watched closely every move he made.

He seemed to have only launched one attack, but he had already mentally rehearsed hundreds of moves with Chu Feipeng on the chariot.

Tang Yueshan said admiringly, "Old Xiao, you're amazing!"

Marquis Xuanping said quite frankly, "Chu Feipeng is not weak. He lost so quickly entirely because he underestimated his opponent."

Tang Yueshan felt that what Marquis Xuanping said made a lot of sense, but it was hard to believe that such humble words came from his mouth.

Marquis Xuanping sighed solemnly, "If he hadn't been so careless, perhaps he could have held out against me for one more move."

Tang Yueshan: "..."

If you value your reputation over your life, you can only choose one, right?

"Hiss—"

Marquis Xuanping suddenly gasped, bent over, bracing himself with his long sword on one hand and supporting his lower back with the other. "Ouch, my back..."

Tang Yueshan's lips twitched. Could he stay cool for more than three seconds?

Marquis Xuanping said resentfully, "What are you standing there for? Come down and help me up!"

Tang Yueshan pursed his lips and was about to jump off the chariot when he suddenly saw Chu Feipeng, who was lying in a pool of blood, grab a long sword from the ground and thrust it into Xuanping Hou's back!

Marquis Xuanping was suffering from a recurring back injury and was completely unprepared.

Tang Yueshan wanted to make a move, but it was too late; the long sword had already been thrust out!

He was horrified and cried out in alarm, "Old Xiao—"

...

Below the city wall, the Liang army and the Black Wind Cavalry were still engaged in fierce fighting. The left flank of the Black Wind Cavalry suffered the heaviest casualties, with cavalrymen and warhorses constantly falling, while new warhorses and cavalrymen were constantly being replenished.

After escorting Gu Jiao to the rear of the Liang army, Tong Zhong immediately returned, but he still couldn't turn the tide.

He was stabbed three times: twice in the left leg and once in the abdomen; even his armor was pierced.

Judging from the battle between the two armies, the Liang army suffered heavier losses. However, the Liang army also had more troops, so even with a three-to-one casualty ratio, the Liang side would still survive to the end.

Tong Zhong then slashed at a Liang soldier with his sword.

Unfortunately, he was exhausted, and the sword strike did almost no damage to his opponent.

The other person only staggered for a moment before charging at Tong Zhong.

Tong Zhong no longer had the strength to dodge the sword; he knew very well that he couldn't even lift the sword anymore.

He's going to die.

Young Commander.

I might have to go ahead of you.

I have misunderstood you a lot in the past, please don't blame me.

You must live well and lead the Black Wind Cavalry to victory in this battle.

In the next life... let's fight side by side again.

Tong Zhong fell to the ground.

However, the Liang soldier's sword did not come down; Mu Qingchen killed him with a single sword strike!

Mu Qingchen helped Tong Zhong up, protecting him while fighting her way through the enemy lines!

Once the pristine young master of the capital, he is now stained with the blood of his enemies. Every move he makes is a killing blow, leaving no chance for his opponent to survive.

In just a few days, the brutal battlefield had taught him a profound lesson—to be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to one's comrades.

The situation for Cheng Fugui and Li Jin was not good either. Cheng Fugui had been injured before, and although he had recovered, it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and the strength in his left arm was still much weaker than before.

The central army had already clashed with the right wing.

Cheng Fugui and Li Jin protect each other.

Cheng Fugui gasped, "The vanguard battalion won't be able to hold out for much longer..."

Li Jin swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "The assault battalion is almost finished too..."

If the Liang army doesn't retreat soon, the Black Wind Cavalry will truly be doomed!

Li Jin said, "The young commander has gone to assassinate the Liang Kingdom's general... I hope... she will succeed..."

Cheng Fugui said, "But it's been so long..."

Cheng Fugui didn't say what came next, but the two of them knew exactly what was going on.

They witnessed Tong Zhong escorting Gu Jiao to the rear of the Liang army. By now, an incense stick's worth of time has passed; it wouldn't take that long to assassinate someone.

unless--

The young commander-in-chief has run into trouble.

Or worse, the young commander... was killed in a counterattack.

The two gripped their spears tightly, and the thought that their fierce yet adorable little commander might have died at the hands of the Liang Kingdom's traitors ignited a raging fire in their hearts!

kill!

Kill those bastards!

As the two fought a bloody battle, a low horn sounded from the rear of the Liang army.

This is--

Is this the call to attack?

The Liang Kingdom is launching a full-scale attack; the young commander has been murdered!

Hmm—

Another bugle call sounded.

Wait, no, this isn't an attack, it's... a retreat!

The Liang army has withdrawn!

"Ha ha ha!" Accompanied by an extremely arrogant laugh, a man clad in Great Yan armor charged out from the Liang army, clutching a bloody severed head. "Chu Feipeng's head is here! Your Liang general has been killed! Great Yan reinforcements have arrived! You Liang traitors! Prepare to die—"

It is Tangyue Mountain.

The Liang army was thrown into chaos, and even their retreat became a frantic affair.

The Black Wind Riders, who were already at their limit, suddenly regained their spirits.

The imperial reinforcements have finally arrived!

The great general of Liang Kingdom has finally died!

The Liang army is leaderless; if we don't kill them now, when will we?

Cheng Fugui opened his mouth wide, raised his spear and shouted, "Those traitors of Liang Kingdom killed so many of our Black Wind Riders! They think they can escape now? Not so easy! Brothers! Charge! Kill them!"

Now that the imperial army has arrived, the garrison battalion no longer needs to serve as a reserve force.

Li Jin instructed his subordinates, "Go and tell General Zhou and General Zhang that the reserve battalion should also join the battle! Kill the Liang traitors!"

"yes!"

What followed was a full-scale revenge by the Black Wind Riders.

Of the 80,000 troops that attacked the city, less than 30,000 were able to escape safely.

However, when the Black Wind Cavalry fully advanced to the rear, they found no trace of the imperial army.

There was only one chariot destroyed by the fleeing Liang army, and three men—old, middle-aged, and young—sitting cross-legged by the roadside, covered in dust.

Beside the old man lay their young commander, while beside the boy lay a Liang soldier whose identity was unknown.

Black Wind King stayed by the young commander's side, sniffing his scent from time to time. The young commander was still alive, but had fallen into a coma.

Throughout the journey, the young commander remained vigilant and alert, never letting his guard down even while sleeping.

However, whether it was their imagination or not, at this moment, the young commander seemed to be sleeping soundly beside these people.

For a moment, they couldn't bear to go forward and disturb them.

After a moment, one of the cavalrymen spoke up weakly: "What... what's going on? Were they supposed to be reinforcements from Great Yan? Could these guys be the Great Yan reinforcements that madman was yelling about?"

"Hahahaha! That was so satisfying! You treacherous Liang Kingdom dogs! Don't run away! Keep fighting with me!"

Everyone was speechless. Uh, that madman is here!

Tang Yueshan dismounted. He was riding the Black Wind Cavalry, and it felt incredibly exhilarating!

He looked at the three men, including Marquis Xuanping, with a puzzled expression: "Huh? Old Xiao! Old Gu! Chang Jing! What happened to you all?"

The three men remained expressionless and simultaneously spat out a mouthful of ash.

With so many Liang Kingdom troops fleeing in disarray, the roadside was covered in dust, wasn't it?

The Liang soldier lying on the ground was Chu Feipeng.

The head Tang Yueshan was holding was not actually Chu Feipeng's, but that of a Liang soldier. Anyway, it was covered in blood and unrecognizable.

In addition, he was the one who sounded the bugle call to retreat.

Just now, Chu Feipeng faked his death and then made a desperate gamble by launching a sneak attack on Marquis Xuanping. To be honest, even Tang Yueshan thought that Marquis Xuanping was doomed.

No one expected that Marquis Xuanping would strike back with a fierce blade, slashing at Chu Feipeng's longsword!

Marquis Xuanping, his killing intent soaring, stomped on Chu Feipeng's blood-soaked chest!

He looked coldly at Chu Feipeng, his unfathomable gaze like a bottomless abyss: "You, Chu Feipeng, who ambushed me, are not enough!"

Tang Yueshan was certain that Xuanping Hou's recurrence of his back injury was not feigned, and that he had indeed let his guard down before. It could only be said that his reaction was indeed too fast, completely exceeding the limits of ordinary masters.

To be able to fight his way from the underground martial arts arena of Zhao to Yan, and to defeat the top fighters of all the superior states while being the best fighter in the inferior states, it must be said that he relied not on luck, but on his exceptional strength.

However, he concealed his true identity and appearance in the underground martial arts arena. The only time he lost his mask in the street was when an artist upstairs saw it.

This marked the first time that men were included in the list of beauties from six countries.

Let him think about it, who knocked off Lao Xiao's mask?

It seemed to be a woman, her name was... something like Yan.

(End of this chapter)