The giant Harba showed no fear of the dagger in Lü Tu's hand. He was prepared to die and stepped forward to lure Lü Tu out. If he could inflict more damage on Lü Tu, the chances of Ulm and the others escaping would be greater.
He stretched out his palm, the size of a palm-leaf fan, and slapped it toward Lü Tu's face. The dagger Lü Tu was holding looked as tiny as a toothpick in front of Halba.
Lu Tu twisted his neck, barely dodging the palm strike. He changed the trajectory of the dagger and plunged it directly into Harba's arm, pulling it upwards with the momentum of the strike.
The knife sliced through muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, causing Harba to groan in pain.
Lu Tu gave his opponent no chance at all, quickly drew his dagger, and stabbed Harba in the heart three times in succession, each stab penetrating deep into the flesh!
With his heart pierced, even the strongest person wouldn't survive more than three seconds. Harba, like a giant tower, slowly collapsed.
"Harbauka!" Ulm, who had already charged into the phalanx of spearmen, roared with bloodshot eyes, and swiftly moved to close the distance to a spearman, slitting his throat.
Lu Tu was equally enraged. The man who had fallen was from the same village. Just an incense stick's time ago, he had been showing off his hunted prey to Lu Tu, but now he collapsed in despair with terrified eyes.
"You scoundrel, prepare to die!"
Just then, from the top of a tree in the distance, a bowstring twanged softly, and a Wuhuan archer who had been hiding for a long time fired an arrow at Lü Tu.
By the time Lü Tu realized what was happening, it was too late. He could only muster all his muscles and use his explosive power to shift his body to the side, but the arrow still pierced his arm.
"Big Brother!" Seeing this from afar, Nie Yun used a charge attack to pierce the head of a Wuhuan man.
Ulm, who was already surrounded by spearmen, was also stabbed in the abdomen. People from both sides fell one after another, and the scene was chaotic.
Lu Tu rolled on the ground to avoid the archers' line of sight, and his own archers fired a volley of arrows in that direction, riddling the man with arrows and sending him falling from the treetop.
Lu Tu looked down and saw his arm pierced by an arrow. He grabbed the dagger in his left hand, gritted his teeth, and cut off the arrow shaft with one stroke. He then forcibly pulled the arrowhead half out of his arm.
He then tore a strip of cloth from his body, bandaged the wound, went to Harba's body, and pulled out the golden spear stuck in his waist.
With a cold expression, he charged toward the remaining Wuhuan soldiers.
At this point, only Ulm and four chainmail soldiers remained on the field. They were covered in blood and had suffered many injuries. They were all passively attacked back to back.
Lu Tu seized the opportunity and, taking advantage of the chaos, thrust his spear into the throat of the armored soldier wielding a spiked club, eliminating this most lethal threat.
"Uka!" Ulm and the others shouted.
"You son of a bitch! You've killed so many of my brothers, you're not going to die today!"
Only those familiar with Lü Tu know that falling into Lü Tu's hands would mean a fate worse than death.
Lu Tu's left-handed gun-wielding was somewhat inconvenient, which reduced his combat effectiveness. However, fortunately, his side still had an absolute numerical advantage. Ulm and the others, relying on their excellent fighting skills, fought desperately with their last breath.
"Everyone, move aside! Let the cavalry charge!"
Lu Tu waved his hand. He did not want too many of his soldiers to die. Ulm and the others were already doomed to defeat, so there was no need to make unnecessary sacrifices.
Upon hearing this, the soldiers present immediately retreated several feet, still surrounding Ulm and the others, but they opened two gaps on the left and right sides to let Nie Yun, Liu Hong and other cavalrymen in.
With a charge from more than 30 cavalrymen, even the toughest man would fall.
After just one round, only Ulm and another, shorter, chainmail soldier remained on the field.
Lu Tu raised his hand to stop the crowd from rushing forward: "Everyone stop! Go and treat the injured brothers first!"
Ulm stared at Lü Tu with venomous eyes: "So you're Lü Tu, the God of War of Wuchuan? You're quite capable, aren't you?"
Lu Tu spared his life so that he could find out which tribe the other party belonged to. He believed that every wrong had its perpetrator and every debt its debtor, and he couldn't let his brother die without knowing why.
"Are you from a tribe?"
Ulm, already overwhelmed, knelt on one knee, barely supporting himself with his scimitar, and said disdainfully, "Do you still intend to attack my Uma tribe?"
Lu Tu pierced through the chainmail soldier beside him with a single spear thrust, then pressed the spear tip against Ulm's neck: "Do you think I can do this?"
"You are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered in my life, perhaps that's really true."
Lu Tu said coldly, "Based on your words, I can promise you that when I slaughter the Uma tribe, I will follow the rules of your desert: those shorter than a cartwheel will live!"
Ulm exclaimed in surprise, "Really? If so, I will honor you with the title of warrior."
"But I'll flatten the wheels."
"You fucking Yu dog! If you want to kill me, then kill me! You're still playing me for a fool? I'll fight you to the death!"
Ulm quickly put his hand to his mouth and whistled loudly.
A foul gust of wind swept by, and a gray figure circled around the crowd, fiercely pouncing towards Lü Tu!
It was none other than the five-foot gray wolf that Ulm had brought with him earlier!
"Be careful, sir!" The crowd was shocked and shouted a warning to Lü Tu, who was not far away.
Lu Tu had noticed the gray wolf from the beginning, but after the first volley of arrows, the wolf disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, the gray wolf pounced. Even though Lü Tu had been on high alert, he couldn't help but be startled by the wolf's ferocity.
As the gray wolf leaped high into the air, Lu Tu moved the tip of his spear horizontally, deliberately thrusting it towards the wolf's body.
With the howling of the gray wolf, Lü Tu was also knocked down. Nie Yun, Liu Hong, and others quickly rushed towards Lü Tu to provide support.
At this moment, Lu Tu was pinned down by the gray wolf. Even though the golden spear pierced through the gray wolf's body, the gray wolf was indeed a ferocious beast.
Enraged, even after suffering such a severe injury, it continued to try to bite Lu Tu's neck with its mouth—this was the instinct of a wild beast.
As a former king of soldiers, Lü Tu had naturally learned how to fight military dogs in the army. These tactics and techniques were obtained by generations of martyrs at a heavy price.
When a person disregards their own injury and fights for their life against wolves and military dogs, their chances of winning naturally increase significantly.
Therefore, the moment the gray wolf pounced, Lu Tu didn't care whether he would be injured. At the same time as he was using the golden spear, his injured right hand also gripped the dagger.
At this moment, the wolf's teeth had already pierced Lu Tu's arm, drawing blood, while Lu Tu's dagger had slit the wolf's throat.
With great difficulty, he pushed him away. After being helped up by Nie Yun and the others, Lu Tu, his face ashen, raised his curved knife and was about to stab himself in the abdomen.
Liu Hong, who was standing next to him, kicked his wrist, causing him to drop the scimitar.
Lu Tu clutched his bleeding wound and said coldly, "Don't worry, I said I wouldn't let you die. I'll make you experience the most extreme pain in the world!"
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