"The State of Ye has its Zhang Liang's strategy, and the State of Beiyuan has its own way of overcoming obstacles, but it seems that our Master Gongshu is still the better one."
The Beiyuan general, having finally vented his previous frustration and humiliation, was now beaming with pride.
Pu Jiadi, however, changed his tune and became cautious: "Don't forget that the other side is Yuwen Sheng. That man is cunning and skilled in military tactics and ingenious schemes. Our troops were divided and defeated one by one by him. Although we don't know what methods he used, we have waited all night and still have no news. I'm afraid... the odds are against us."
Even the most meticulously planned strategies have encountered unexpected changes, let alone the fact that the other side seems to have made no major moves yet.
But precisely because of this, speed is of the essence in war. He did not want to wait for the other side to make the first move. Since the two sides were now evenly matched, he decided to seize the initiative.
"Why are you being so indecisive now? It's time to be assertive, but you're making a mistake. What other tricks does Ye Kingdom have up its sleeve? They've already shown what they could. If they really had a way out, they wouldn't have agreed to a night of truce with us," Hou Feiqing sneered.
"you're right."
He shouldn't have hesitated at this moment. Looking to the side, he saw Gongshu Jiruo standing calmly behind the flames of war, his face as steady as ice. His calm and composed demeanor was truly a powerful reassurance.
"Then let me go and meet Yuwen Sheng!"
Clad in heavy armor, he spurred his horse and neighed as he brandished his longsword, leading his vast army resolutely into battle.
At the same time, seeing that the "warhorses" were about to break through the last battle line drawn by the Ye army, Yuwen Sheng realized that the battle had entered a fierce stage and there was no longer any opportunity to temporarily avoid the enemy's sharp edge.
"I might not be able to wait for you to come..."
Yuwen Sheng slightly raised his head, snowflakes falling on his golden armor. He descended like a god of war, rushing out like a burning flame, leading his valiant soldiers into the chaotic and brutal battlefield.
Every step they took exuded unwavering strength, every roar shook heaven and earth, and their burning fighting spirit blazed in their eyes like a surging torrent charging forward, engaging in a thrilling life-or-death struggle with the enemy.
Pu Jiadi and Yuwen Sheng clashed and crossed like two sharp arrows on the blood-soaked battlefield, their figures weaving through the flashing blades, each strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt.
One was like a tiger descending the mountain, wielding a fierce longsword; the other's swordsmanship was sharp and swift, like a dragon emerging from the sea. Each move contained boundless power.
After several dozen moves, Pu Jiadi found that his arms were starting to swell and go limp, clearly injured by the excessive force.
He never expected that Yuwen Sheng was indeed as skilled in martial arts as rumored, to the point that even a seasoned veteran like him couldn't handle more than a few rounds.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes wide open. At that moment, the soldiers accompanying him seized the opportunity and began throwing grappling hooks at the same target. The hooks were extremely sharp, and once they gripped him tightly, one could only break free by tearing off a layer of flesh.
Yuwen Sheng noticed the commotion and immediately leaped into the air, but his warhorse didn't have time to escape and was torn apart in the next instant.
His dark, cold eyes swept across the scene, dust billowing as his figure moved like a ghost. The sounds of clashing weapons and the soldiers' shrill screams rang out together. Under his sword, these soldiers who had launched the sneak attack fell to the ground like straw.
Seeing that he had cleaved more than a dozen elite soldiers in two with a single move, killing them on the spot, Pu Jiadi's face turned ashen.
But Yuwen Sheng clearly had no intention of stopping. With a tap of the ground, he leaped into the air, his sword energy like a rainbow, aiming to take the other heads.
Pu Jiadi dismounted with a somersault, and the next moment he was drenched in a splash of hot blood. He looked back and saw that his horse had also been cleanly and swiftly cleaved into pieces in the same gruesome manner.
...Such astonishing swordsmanship, it's simply terrifying.
His heart pounded, and his hands and feet were sweating. Knowing he was no match for the enemy, he retreated towards the army. However, Yuwen Sheng stood still, a line of blood dripping from his porcelain-like face, and said with a smile, "Why are you running? You think you can escape?"
His figure darted rapidly through the crowd, while Pu Jiadi's forehead was covered in fine sweat. He ran desperately, glancing back every now and then, while the other's steps were light and firm. His eyes revealed coldness and murderous intent, making people feel fear and oppression. Wherever he went, life was destroyed.
Just as Yuwen Sheng raised his blade without hesitation, ready to deliver a fatal blow, Hou Feiqing appeared in time and blocked the sword, but in doing so, he was thrown heavily to the ground.
He rolled around on the ground a few times without resting for a moment, then pulled up the bewildered Pujia Di and fled backwards.
When Yuwen Sheng was about to take a step, he had already been led into the enemy's "belly" and surrounded by "iron horses".
The tall, muscular "iron horses" began to approach him in dense formation, casting heavy shadows at his feet and shrinking the space where he stood.
Yuwen Sheng's face was cold and stern, with a calm smile still on his lips. He stood tall and straight, like a steady mountain. The next second, the sword in his hand danced with unparalleled power and speed.
But after one round, the wooden veneer on the iron horse fell off with a "crackling" sound, while the iron veneer inside only showed sword marks, clearly indicating that the hardness of this material was beyond ordinary people's imagination.
"He's dead!"
Pu Jia Di, his face covered in blood, gasped for breath. He had escaped death and stood at a distance, cursing viciously.
Hou Feiqing suddenly vomited blood, indicating that he had been injured. Fortunately, he was agile and quick-witted, which allowed him to swiftly rescue the injured and evacuate.
He wiped his mouth, still shaken, and said, "No wonder he had to drive people crazy. It turns out Yuwen Sheng is far more terrifying than the rumors say..."
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