The spearmen of Beixiang Kingdom hastily thrust their spears out, but instead of piercing their own men, they let out a scream.
Lu Yan's army easily dodged the spears, which weakly sliced through the air.
They were utterly unable to stop Lu Yan's army from advancing.
The soldiers of Shannan Prefecture were clad in iron armor and wielded sharp blades.
Like a group of steel monsters, they charged irresistibly into the enemy ranks.
They brandished their weapons, reaping the lives of their enemies as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
Lu Yan took the lead, brandishing his long sword, charging left and right through the enemy ranks as if they were empty.
His swordsmanship was fierce, and every move was incredibly swift.
Yet it swept across with the force of a thunderbolt.
Several enemy soldiers were cut in half at the waist, blood spurting out, and severed limbs flying everywhere;
With a single thrust, the enemy general's throat was pierced, his eyes wide open, and he collapsed to the ground.
The long sword in his hand reaped the lives of his enemies, leaving corpses strewn everywhere it passed.
His armor was already stained red with blood.
Seeing Lu Yan's bravery, the enemy general felt both fear and hatred, yet he was unwilling to retreat.
So they all clamored to step forward and challenge him.
A burly enemy general, with a face full of scars, looked like a butcher.
His sideburns stood up like steel needles, each hair as sharp as a steel needle.
He held a giant axe, as wide and heavy as a door panel, its blade gleaming coldly.
The enemy general's eyes widened in fury, turning bloodshot, and he roared:
"You little thief! How dare you be so arrogant! You'd better surrender your life now!"
The giant axe, accompanied by the sound of wind and with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, slammed down on Lu Yan's head.
Lu Yan remained calm and composed, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, completely ignoring the enemy general's attack.
He sidestepped, deftly dodging the fatal blow with astonishing speed.
At the same time, his longsword flashed with cold light and accurately pierced the enemy general's throat.
"Well……"
The enemy general let out a low groan, and blood gushed out, spraying all over Lu Yan.
The enemy general's eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and fear. He fell straight to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.
The other enemy general was short and stout, but exceptionally agile, wielding two hammers, and had a ferocious face.
It roared and pounced on Lu Yan.
"You scoundrel, how dare you harm my brother! Take this axe!"
As the two hammers swung, they stirred up gusts of wind that whistled through the air.
Lu Yan sneered and said with utter disdain:
"You dare to show off your meager skills before an expert!"
With light steps and an elusive figure, he moved leisurely between the two hammers.
He dodged the attack of the twin hammers, and the longsword in his hand transformed into streaks of cold light.
He continuously inflicted wounds on the enemy general, each attack precise and deadly.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
The enemy general was covered in blood and let out a series of shrill screams.
Finally, Lu Yan seized an opening and pierced his heart with a sword, ending his suffering.
The enemy general's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. He convulsed a few times and then died.
Just as Lu Yan was about to rest for a moment, a spiked club was aimed straight at his throat.
Lu Yan was inwardly groaning. Were these guys never going to be defeated?
Why are they all feeding kills to the enemy?
He originally wanted to finish the battle quickly so he could go back and rest.
Unexpectedly, these enemy generals were so reckless, coming one after another to challenge them.
With a helpless sigh, it seemed that things wouldn't end well without a good fight today.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Yan swung his sword to parry, deflecting the thrusting spear.
The spiked club grazed his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
A faint bloodstain was left on his neck.
Looking up, I saw the fourth enemy general holding a spiked club.
He was tall, like a damn iron tower.
He roared and brandished his spiked club, smashing it at Lu Yan like a mad dog.
Lu Yan neither dodged nor flinched, letting the spiked club smash into him.
A loud "clang" was heard.
The spiked club was actually blocked by Lu Yan's armor, without harming him in the slightest.
The enemy general was completely dumbfounded, thinking to himself:
"What kind of armor is this? It's so tough!"
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things, and couldn't believe what he was seeing.
This was a full-force attack he used at the utmost, yet it failed to harm the opponent in the slightest.
How is that possible!
The spiked club in his hand weighs over 100 pounds.
It is forged from millennia-old cold iron, capable of cutting through iron like mud and being indestructible.
Even soldiers wearing heavy armor would suffer broken bones and injuries, either dead or seriously wounded, if hit by this.
But this young man in front of me is completely unharmed?
This is simply unbelievable!
He was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and for a moment he was stunned and stood there, not knowing what to do.
Lu Yan sneered and said disdainfully:
"Is that all you've got? You dare come here to die?"
With a backhand flick of his longsword, he slashed open a huge wound in the enemy general's abdomen.
The enemy general screamed in agony as his intestines spilled out onto the ground, clutching his stomach.
It rolled on the ground in agony, and finally died unwillingly.
The fifth enemy general...
Uh, don't even mention it, I was so scared I peed my pants on the spot. How could there be a fifth one?
Lu Yan's demeanor terrified them.
The enemy generals were amazed by Lu Yan's extraordinary bravery.
They were all terrified, their faces ashen, and their hearts filled with dread. They dared not step forward to challenge them again.
On the other side.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Deafening explosions rang out one after another, and the roar of muskets echoed through the sky.
Smoke filled the air, and flames soared into the sky, burning fiercely on the city walls.
Lu Fei was leading his well-trained musketeer regiment in reaping the lives of enemy soldiers.
They had already stormed the city walls. Rows of musketeers stood in neat formation.
Their movements were skillful and swift; loading ammunition, aiming at the target, and pulling the trigger were all done in one smooth motion.
Precise and efficient, every time the trigger is pulled, the enemy is accurately defeated.
Although the musket recoiled violently after each shot.
The impact left a noticeable bruise on the musketeer's shoulder.
But they were fearless and continued firing, continuing to reap the lives of the enemy.
The soldiers who were shot fell down screaming, some clutching their wounds and writhing on the ground in agony, their cries heart-wrenching.
Some died on the spot, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet in a shocking sight.
Soldiers defending the city fell in droves.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xun's cavalry regiment moved in and out of the city.
This divided and surrounded the defending troops, further weakening the enemy's resistance.
The cavalrymen, clad in iron armor, reflected a chilling light in the firelight.
They wielded sharp sabers, their warhorses galloping like the wind, charging back and forth through the crowd.
Swords flashed, blood splattered, and enemy lives were reaped.
One by one, human heads rolled to the ground with expressions of terror on their faces.
Severed limbs were scattered everywhere, creating a bloody and horrific scene.
One by one, vibrant lives were ruthlessly harvested.
Following closely behind was Han Sheng's infantry regiment.
They worked closely with the cavalry regiment, advancing steadily and continuously expanding their gains.
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