"A true man! Lu Song! Go, give him the death of a man!"
Fang Er was moved by Yi Zhi Lü.
He said to Lu Song on the side.
"My lord, rest assured! I'll be right back!"
Lu Song pulled the reins, and the warhorse beneath him reared up, then landed, charging towards Yi Zhi Lü like an arrow released from a bowstring.
"Our lord respects you as a man and wants me to personally send you on your way!"
He twirled his Mo Dao and swung it fiercely at Yi Zhi Lü.
"Hahahaha, though I lost this battle, it is not in vain. Come!"
Yi Zhi Lü held his saber with both hands, raised them, and blocked the Mo Dao that was cleaving towards him.
The two sabers met.
With a clang, sparks flew!
Yi Zhi Lü tried to withdraw his saber, but he couldn't!
Upon closer inspection, he realized that his saber had a deep notch cut into it by the Mo Dao!
And it was stuck in the Mo Dao!
"What a sharp blade!"
"What great strength!"
"I will not take advantage of your weapon. Bring him another saber!"
Lu Song said to Li Da, who was watching from the side.
Li Da took a Mo Dao from his saddle and threw it backward.
"Next, I will let you die understanding!"
The Mo Dao shot straight towards Yi Zhi Lü.
Lu Song flicked his wrist, pulled the Mo Dao from Yi Zhi Lü's weapon, and retreated to the side.
He gestured for Yi Zhi Lü to accept the saber without fear.
Yi Zhi Lü tugged on the reins, moved forward a few steps, and steadily caught the Mo Dao in his hand.
A true master knows the skill of another at the first move.
With the Mo Dao in hand, Yi Zhi Lü swung it a couple of times: "A fine saber! Thank you!"
He then turned his horse around to face Lu Song.
"Again!"
With that, he spurred his warhorse and charged at Lu Song.
Lu Song met him head-on. When the two horses were about ten paces apart, Lu Song suddenly released the reins and leaped off.
He bent his legs slightly, pushed off the horse's back for leverage, and instantly jumped up again.
"Taste my halberd!"
He spun the Mo Dao in his hand and brought it down with the force of cleaving a mountain, aiming directly at Yi Zhi Lü.
"Good martial arts!"
Yi Zhi Lü saw this and knew it was irresistible, but he didn't dodge!
He horizontally held his Mo Dao and blocked the downward strike.
"Neighhh~~!"
Lu Song's terrifying force caught Yi Zhi Lü's warhorse off guard, causing it to kneel directly on the ground!
Yi Zhi Lü was thrown off.
Lu Song landed steadily, waiting for Yi Zhi Lü to get up from the ground.
"Your martial arts are superb. May I know your name, so that I may know who I was defeated by!"
"Also, you clearly used a saber, why did you shout 'halberd'?"
Yi Zhi Lü stood up from the ground, his legs trembling.
His left leg was even shaking unnaturally, clearly indicating that his bone had been fractured from the fall!
He asked Lu Song.
"My name is Lu Song! The twenty-seventh generation descendant of Lu Bu, the foremost general of the Three Kingdoms!"
Lu Song proudly announced his lineage.
"What?"
"Brother, is your subordinate really a descendant of Lu Bu?"
Cheng Yaojin, who was watching,'s eyes widened in disbelief.
"Not just him. The eighteen riders of Yan Yun are all extraordinary. You will know in time."
Although this was a boastful topic, Fang Er no longer felt like it.
His fallen brothers were all looking at him!
"Good! So you are a descendant of Lu Fengxian. I have no regrets in dying!"
"Come! Accept my final blow!"
Yi Zhi Lü seemed to have received great recognition.
He raised his Mo Dao, enduring the drilling pain in his leg, and charged at Lu Song.
However, his movements were no longer agile.
"As expected of a true man, I will leave you a complete corpse!"
Lu Song strode forward, raised the Mo Dao with both hands, and swung it in a circle above his head. As he passed Yi Zhi Lü,
He pulled his hands back, and the Mo Dao directly swept towards Yi Zhi Lü's neck.
Yi Zhi Lü swung his saber to block, but due to his unstable footing, at the moment the two sabers met, he stumbled.
The Mo Dao in his hand veered off, and then he felt a chill on his neck!
Then, blood spurted from his neck like a fountain.
"I have done no shame to the former king! No shame to the king!"
Struggling, he uttered these words with his last ounce of strength, and then Yi Zhi Lü crashed to the ground!
Lu Song flicked the blood droplets from his Mo Dao and retrieved Yi Zhi Lü's saber.
He mounted his horse and returned to Fang Er's side.
"My lord."
"After the battle, give this man a proper burial! He was a hero, but unfortunately born in the wrong place!"
Fang Er glanced at Yi Zhi Lü's corpse on the ground, then continued.
"Continue the attack! Take the head of King Rongliu to avenge our fallen brothers!"
"All Heavenly Fire Army and Firearm New Army mount up!"
"Goguryeo's cavalry has already collapsed, there's no need to form formations and shoot."
Tie Lao Ba and the others carried the mortars and followed, charging towards Pyongyang City.
They stopped again when they reached two hundred paces from Pyongyang City.
Thirty mortars were lined up.
The shells rained down on the walls of Pyongyang City as if they were free!
Some shells even flew into the city!
Fang Er stood beside the artillery formation, watching it all with a cold gaze!
Suddenly.
From the city gate, a white figure appeared, crawling on its knees, slowly approaching the Tang army.
Behind him followed some officials, who, as seen through the telescope, looked like they had lost their parents and their faces were ashen.
"Cease fire!"
Fang Er waved his hand.
The firearms and artillery stopped once more.
"Officer Guan, go take a look, be careful."