The survivors at the forefront of the allied forces each carried a shield, and many even wore magic shields, indicating they had made ample preparations for this attack. They slowed their pace after advancing to within 100 meters of the transfer station, cautiously probing forward meter by meter.
Just as the two sides were locked in a tense standoff, with the atmosphere almost frozen in place, a dazzling flash of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. The downpour instantly intensified, as if even the heavens and earth were cheering on the impending conflict.
Zhao Feng stood on the city wall, raindrops sliding down the edge of his helmet. His gaze was resolute and cold, but in his mind, he was silently calculating every possible variable. He knew that a direct confrontation was not the best strategy, especially when the enemy had an overwhelming numerical advantage. Therefore, he had to rely on strategy and the terrain to weaken the enemy's strength as much as possible.
"Attention! Enemy has entered the trap zone!" a sentry shouted in the wind and rain. Although his voice was broken by the wind, it was enough to invigorate everyone.
Sure enough, as the enemy advanced deeper, several muffled explosions rang out in succession; the makeshift explosives that Zhao Feng had planted beforehand had taken effect. Although these explosives were not enough to cause significant casualties to the enemy, they successfully disrupted their formation and slowed their advance.
"Fire!"
At the same time, Zhao Feng gave the order, and countless muskets opened fire on the enemy.
After a brief period of chaos, a group of mages emerged from the allied forces. They had all learned defensive skills and cast them simultaneously. In an instant, all sorts of light shields and air walls appeared in front of the formation, blocking all the projectiles.
Meanwhile, the cavalry units concealed on both flanks seized the opportunity, launching a surprise attack from the enemy's side under the cover of wind and rain. The sharp sound of hooves, faintly heard in the rain, was like the scythe of death, instantly slicing through the enemy's defenses.
"Kill!" the cavalrymen shouted, their weapons drawing silver streaks in the rain as they aimed for the enemy's vitals. Zhao Feng, his blood boiling, leaped from the wall to join the battle. This caused the soldiers on the wall to exchange worried glances.
Faced with this sudden attack, the enemy was thrown into chaos. They had thought they could easily capture the transit station with their numerical advantage, but they hadn't expected to encounter such fierce resistance right from the start. In an instant, shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the neighing of horses mingled together, creating a tragic scene of battle.
Zhao Feng charged into the crowd, shattering the magic shield with a single swing of his great axe. He then hacked at anyone in sight, cutting them down like vegetables. Combined with the cavalry's charge, he created immense chaos for the allied forces.
When Brother Long saw a powerful figure suddenly appear and disrupt the battle formation, he was furious. He shouted at his men to maintain their formation and surround and kill the opponent.
Xie Dong's men were clearly more disciplined. Even in the midst of battle, they did not lose their composure. Instead, they followed Xie Dong's lead and formed an encirclement, surrounding Zhao Feng first.
Having experienced numerous battles in a short period, Zhao Feng had long since become fearless in the face of war. Coupled with his superior equipment and thick skin, he became a formidable force on the battlefield, and ordinary survivors were simply no match for him.
Seeing Zhao Feng move through the battlefield as if it were empty, Xie Dong felt a surge of fighting spirit. He knew that to stabilize the situation, he had to personally take action and confront this fierce general to boost morale and turn the tide.
"Take this!"
Xie Dong shouted and suddenly accelerated, shooting straight at Zhao Feng like an arrow, demonstrating his exceptional agility. He gripped an iron hammer tightly in his hand, engraved with countless complex runes, clearly a meticulously crafted weapon.
Zhao Feng had seen these people through the live stream and recognized them immediately. He completely ignored Long Ge and Chen Beipan, two weaklings, and was very interested in the tall, thin man in front of him. That day, he had fought Bell to a standstill, showing considerable fighting ability; he should be a formidable opponent.
Zhao Feng's lips curled into a cold smile. With a swing of his great axe, he forced back the enemies trying to approach and faced Xie Dong head-on. The moment the two made contact, a fierce clash erupted. Both hammers and axes were heavy weapons, and sparks flew everywhere as they clashed, causing the surrounding air to tremble.
Xie Dong was forced back a few steps by the powerful force, and was secretly surprised. He did not expect that the golden-armored warrior's strength was so terrifying. He immediately changed his strategy, no longer fighting head-on, and began to rely on his agile body to maneuver around Zhao Feng, hoping to wear down his stamina by using the advantage of numbers.
Little did they know that Zhao Feng's skills and talents were all built for a protracted battle. The more he fought, the more excited he became, as if he had inexhaustible power. With his powerful attacks and profound combat experience, he remained unchanged in the face of all changes. As he swung his great axe, the wind howled, and every strike was enough to make ordinary survivors tremble with fear.
Xie Dong's hammer techniques were agile and precise, each move aimed directly at Zhao Feng's vitals, attempting to win through speed and skill. He did indeed hit Zhao Feng, but after getting up, Zhao Feng remained vigorous and unrestrained, relentlessly reaping the lives of the allied forces, causing even the usually composed Xie Dong to become somewhat anxious.
The two armies clashed fiercely in the torrential rain. Rain and sweat mingled, blurring their vision, but unable to extinguish their fighting spirit. Each clash was accompanied by thunderous roars, as if even heaven and earth were cheering for this epic duel.
The cavalry had charged tirelessly several times, each charge claiming the lives of countless allied survivors. The allied forces, however, were not without skilled warriors who also left many cavalrymen in the fray, where they were swept away by a hail of blades.
Seeing the intense battle, the soldiers in the third group volunteered to go out and fight, which relieved a lot of pressure on Zhao Feng and the others, and they were finally able to catch their breath.
Xie Dong frowned when he saw that the enemy had sent another reinforcement team. He didn't know why the Eagle Regiment had hidden so many people in this small shelter, but he knew that the allied forces had already suffered heavy casualties. If this dragged on, even if they eventually captured the stronghold, it would be a Pyrrhic victory with no follow-up.
So Xie Dong ordered his men to stop Zhao Feng, while he charged straight at the third group of infantry, intending to first cooperate with the main force to wipe out these men and then slowly deal with the seemingly tireless golden-armored warrior.
Zhao Feng didn't lose his temper; instead, he kept a close eye on the battlefield. Seeing Xie Dong slip away, he guessed what Xie Dong was thinking. He decisively turned around and charged, breaking through the encirclement. Many allied troops were scattered by his bull-like strength. Those axes, halberds, swords, and spears couldn't break through the defense of the Golden Essence Stone Heavy Armor; at most, they could only leave a faint mark on it.
Where are you going?
With a loud shout, Zhao Feng leaped high into the air, gripped his battle axe tightly in both hands, and brought it down with a single blow that seemed to split the heavens and earth, cleaving through the rain curtain, his target Xie Dong.
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