The sounds of battle at the trumpet mouth gradually weakened, and the firelight began to dissipate. Wen Tao, who was speeding through the depths of Yunwu Mountain, had a brilliant smile on his face.
"Faster, faster, faster!"
"Take Wuzhou City before dawn!"
Wen Tao kept spurring his mount. The war at the trumpet mouth was nearing its end. In his view, Bei Feng and Shen Yu would both be injured, and he would then capture Wuzhou City, opening up the western front, which would surely earn him a reward from Xiao Beilong.
Under Xiao Beilong's plan, the war at the trumpet mouth was merely the prelude to devouring the entire west. To make Zuo Bo feel at ease in leading his troops to attack Yunzhou, Shen Yu had to be sent to lure the enemy.
It was a pity that this move did not draw out Zuo Zheng and Zuo Lengchan. Otherwise, they would have been captured in one fell swoop, these individuals who defied Xiao Beilong's wishes.
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Suddenly, rustling sounds came from all around the jungle. Wen Tao immediately ordered his army forward, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
Suddenly, a dense rain of arrows rained down from all directions, as if a vast canopy covering the sky and obscuring the sun, instantly piercing through the bodies of soldiers.
"Hum~~"
A brilliant saber gleam traversed the battlefield, as if the dawn had arrived, illuminating the area around Wen Tao. The saber was sharp and flickered with layers of bloody light.
"Presumptuous!"
Wen Tao's expression changed. How dare they ambush him here?
The next moment, his face turned pale. The sudden saber strike was immense and filled with killing intent!
He hastily raised the weapon in his hand. He didn't have time to slash horizontally, so he could only hold his weapon in front of him to block this deadly move.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
The saber strike descended like a thousand-zhang mountain, suppressing all directions. With a bang, centered on Wen Tao, the soldiers around him shattered and turned into a bloody mist.
The warhorse beneath Wen Tao was directly shattered by the immense impact. Wen Tao's feet planted themselves on the ground, his knees slightly bent. The weapon in his hand was bent to its limit. Wen Tao's face turned red, and veins bulged on his entire arm.
"Hmph!"
Han Qin Hu exerted a sudden force, and the long saber in his hand instantly shone with dazzling brilliance.
"Bang!"
Wen Tao directly knelt on one knee. "Who are you, to dare attack King Xiao's forces!"
"Who is King Xiao? What right does he have!"
Han Qin Hu sneered repeatedly. Then, he suddenly retracted his saber and leaped up. The long saber in his hand swept in an arc, its entire body emitting wisps of black flame, igniting a dark sea of fire, and smashing down on Wen Tao's weapon.
"Boom!"
Wen Tao's weapon shattered. He was sent flying hundreds of zhang like an arrow loosed from a bow, his body scraping along the ground, leaving a long gully.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The soldiers he hit along the way had their bodies shattered, and even the trees that three men could not embrace were crushed.
"Hmph!"
Han Qin Hu dragged his long saber and walked steadily towards Wen Tao. The friction of the saber dragging on the ground ignited wisps of flame.
"Pfft!"
Wen Tao spat out a mouthful of blood. There was not a single intact piece of flesh on his body. He looked at the burly man walking towards him, his eyes filled with terror. He knew he was no match for the man before him. This was not a human, but a devil!
"Swish!"
Han Qin Hu suddenly raised his right hand, and the long saber cut through the void, like a demon-slaying blade, dazzling and radiating a bone-chilling coldness.
"Rumble!!"
It was like thunder exploding in the sky. A blackness different from the dark night appeared in the depths of Yunwu Mountain. The sudden black glow flickered with wisps of red light.
Wen Tao looked at the approaching saber gleam with despair. He tried his best to stand up and fight again with all his might, but no matter how he struggled, his legs could not support him.
"King Xiao, I have disappointed you!" Wen Tao cried in his heart. He, who had been so confident and proud moments ago, was now on the verge of death.
The black glow, seemingly from the nine netherworlds, unique and unparalleled, devoured his body.
Han Qin Hu, clad in armor, his helmet reflecting the firelight, held his long saber and slowly swept across the battlefield. The battle was nearing its end.
"Mount up!"
Han Qin Hu roared, and his army moved in unison.
"Kill!"
Han Qin Hu drew the long sword from his waist and pointed directly southwest towards Wuzhou City.
...
Dozens of miles outside Yunzhou City.
Through the dark forest, a figure could be vaguely seen darting rapidly.
"Report to the General, in the southwest direction of Yunzhou, hundreds of thousands of troops are rapidly advancing towards Yunzhou City!"
A scout knelt on one knee and reported to Lu Junyi in front of him.
"Do you know which force it is?"
Lu Junyi's brows furrowed. He had intended to investigate, but unexpectedly discovered enemy troops. It seemed that Yunzhou City would not be peaceful tonight.
"General, your subordinate did not dare to approach. I only vaguely saw a large banner with the character 'Zuo' from afar, using the enemy's firelight!"
"Zuo?"
Lu Junyi understood instantly. So this was Zuo Bo's main target, and the ambush at the trumpet mouth was merely a ploy to lure the enemy.
"Swish!"
Just then, a figure darted out from the distance. "Report to the General, in the northeast direction of Yunzhou, tens of thousands of troops are approaching Yunzhou City. The army is flying a banner with the character 'Xiao'!"
"Xiao, General, could it be Xiao Beilong?" The deputy general looked grave. He hadn't expected Xiao Beilong, the Yi Zi Bing Jian Wang of the Yan Yang Dynasty, to come personally.
"No, it's not Xiao Beilong. The imperial capital of the Yan Yang Dynasty is full of intrigue and complex factions. Xiao Beilong would not easily leave the capital. Even if he did, he would bring the Yan Yang King with him," Lu Junyi shook his head, directly refuting the deputy general's guess.
"General, should we attack the city tonight?" the deputy general asked.
Lu Junyi was filled with worry. He feared that Wang Baobao might fall into the ambush. This conspiracy was a life-and-death gamble between Xiao Beilong and Zuo Bo, and he and Wang Baobao had stumbled into a trap laid by the enemy.
"Swish!"
At this moment, figures flickered in the nearby jungle.
"Who!"
Lu Junyi directly raised the long spear in his hand and roared, looking at the distant jungle.
"Thump, thump, thump!!"
Figures kept emerging. Due to the darkness and the distance, it was impossible to see who was coming at first.
Gradually, the two groups of people drew closer. Lu Junyi gripped the long spear in his hand, and his primordial energy surged into his weapon.
"General Lu, it's me!"
In the darkness, Shi Wansui rushed out at the forefront, his face filled with joy. He had finally arrived. He was afraid that Lu Junyi had not yet realized that this was an ambush and might suffer misfortune.
"General Shi!" Lu Junyi breathed a sigh of relief. He thought enemy troops were cutting through from Yunwu Mountain.