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At nightfall, wolf howls echoed through the sprawling Lüliang Mountains.

Across the forests and mountains, the winding streams in the darkness, an ominous commotion of human making was taking place in a mountain forest, clusters of torches gathered or dispersed, spreading wildly forward.

Battle cries tore through the night sky.

"Kill—ah—!"

Waving whistling torches in their hands, a group of fanatical mountain bandits roared as they charged down from the mountainside ahead. As they passed a prominent large rock, one bandit, moving too fast to dodge, was squeezed by his comrades and slammed into it. However, none of the dozen or so companions around him paid him any mind. Head bleeding, one of his companions stepped over his back and charged towards the enemy ahead. Amidst the howling flames, the bandit on the ground saw the heads and arms of his companions fly back.

Screams, shouts, the clash of weapons, the shockwaves of combat were as intense as boiling thick porridge in the melee of dozens of people ahead. At this moment, above and below this mountainside, there were groups of people rushing with torches. There were mountain bandits who had been pursuing all the way, and there were small groups that killed in an orderly manner, like a constantly changing retreating curve. Among this group of people in front of them, they saw that the most skilled enemy was a thin man wielding two *Pofeng* Fast Blades, who had stubbornly blocked the Third Chieftain of the Little *Xiangma* stronghold. Compared to Qiu Mengtang's vicious and treacherous dual blades, this man's fast blades were upright. Even though they were swung very quickly, there was an air of composure within. People who rushed up were often cut to pieces before they could react.

Slightly higher up on the mountainside, a scarred-faced man with a burly build retreated as if he were strolling, waving his steel saber while coordinating with his companions, turning the charging mountain bandits into corpses that would forever remain on the ground. The man named Nie Shan's Five Tigers Severing Door Saber technique was not exquisite, but relied on brute force and calmness, hacking the enemy with each blow until they were filled with fear.

As more enemies charged up from this side, a formation of sixteen or seventeen people rushed from behind him with a whoosh. The iron spear formation stabbed and retracted, piercing the bodies of eight or nine mountain bandits in front. Then, in the second round of simultaneous stabs, the mountain bandits rushed up. One of the mountain bandits, holding a rattan shield, leaped up and slammed into the spear formation. Nie Shan and the spear formation pushed back against the momentum of the rattan shield, followed by a shout of explosive breath from behind, and a figure crashed out. A violent Shoulder Slam!

In the chaotic battle formation, few people would bother to admire the splendor of the moves, only the shattered rattan shield flew out. The mountain bandit behind him was probably also a brave small chieftain, who also spat blood and flew into the air. At the same time, several mountain bandits were knocked over, and as they fell, the bloodthirsty spear formation had already stabbed wildly.

Tian Donghan, who had used that Shoulder Slam, glanced at Nie Shan, his chest rising and falling violently, like bellows. He calmed the surging blood in his body, while also looking around, scanning for other places that needed help. In a duel between masters, the focus is on not exerting all strength, but large-scale battles like this are different. Once a move is used, it is unleashed completely. Once it is effective, the rest is left to the brothers around him.

At the end of the field of vision, mountain bandits holding torches, in groups of three or five, or a dozen or twenty, were still rushing towards this side. The entire mountain range had already turned into a Shura field, with groups of people fighting in the mountains, in the grass, and in the streams. A little further away, the dual-blade master nicknamed "Little *Xiangma*" was also trying to move around and charge into the formation. Here, in addition to Tian Donghan leading a dozen or so experts to fill in the gaps, Zhu Biao, wielding an iron spear, was also moving around and fighting, staring intently at Qiu Mengtang. He would occasionally raise his blood-stained iron spear and laugh, provoking the other party.

Qiu Mengtang would occasionally fight with Zhu Biao for a while, then distance himself. His dual blades already had a great reputation in Lüliang, but in terms of martial arts, he was even slightly inferior to Zhu Biao at this time. After all, Zhu Biao's teacher was Luan Tingyu, an expert comparable to Zhou Tong, while Qiu Mengtang was not from a formal background and could only make up for it with ruthlessness and cunning. Moreover, this was not a one-on-one fight between masters. Both sides had several or a dozen helpers at any time. Although Zhu Biao was chuuni, his range of movement would never leave his own battle line too far.

Qiu Mengtang would never dare to directly charge into the Zhu Family's formation. He had already seen at this time that although the other party only had a little over a hundred people, most of them were experts, and there were several first-class masters in the *jianghu*. If Zhu Biao were surrounded by him, he might be able to break out with injuries against a group of rabble. If Qiu Mengtang dared to charge in, even if he brought dozens of subordinates, he would probably have to leave his life behind if a dozen or so people surrounded him.

The fighting on this day had actually weakened in the evening, but as the sky completely darkened and people from the Little *Xiangma* stronghold arrived one after another, the intensity continued to increase. Although the Zhu Family's side were all experts, they had no pressure against more than four hundred people. However, after the number gradually increased to over a thousand, the strength of just over a hundred people was ultimately not easy to resist.

"How is it? Is your injury okay?" Tian Donghan, who had recovered, asked, looking at the several knife wounds already on Nie Shan's body. Nie Shan had no expression on his face, paying attention to the surrounding fighting. Then he pointed to the front and said, "That's where the trouble is."

Amidst the spreading flames, at the end of this killing formation, there was a military formation of several hundred people still silent all the way. Tian Donghan smiled: "I noticed it long ago, about three hundred people, they have been following all the way, they may be their trump card. The boss noticed it long ago too."

"That's good." Knowing that Ning Yi had a plan, Nie Shan stopped talking. He raised his eyes, saw that the nearest enemy was still a dozen *zhang* away, and waved his steel saber, leading his brothers to continue retreating. Tian Donghan waved his hand, leading his men to sweep towards the stream below!

Tian Donghan, Nie Shan, Ning Yi and others had all noticed the military formation of more than three hundred people behind them. There, Yu Yulin, Tian Shi and others were also staring at the situation on the battlefield. On the way here, the Little *Xiangma* stronghold had already left five or six hundred lives behind. However, the other side's formation of just over a hundred people still maintained its resilience, constantly retreating. In addition to marveling, Yu Yulin and Tian Shi were also discussing the overall situation of the battle.

"...If it's a normal escort, or escorting some big shot, there will be one or two people who can hold up the main beam. When the enemy comes, he will bring the people around him to huddle together. As long as he doesn't die, he can give others a backbone. So the main thing in robbing is to kill the镖头, kill the镖头, and the rest will lose heart." Yu Yulin pointed to the battlefield and explained, but in reality, it was like he was telling Lou Shuwan, "But these people are really powerful, there are too many experts, people who can hold up the overall situation...Look, that one wielding dual blades, that one wielding a spear, that one over there, they've also been on the battlefield, they're not ordinary experts at all...There's one every five or six people, no wonder they dare to take this route..."

The battlefield where thousands of people were fighting was already quite chaotic, but as long as you watched for a long time, some things would become clear. The dual blades on the mountainside, the steel spear wandering on the battlefield, the iron spear formation coming and going, the scarred giant's broadsword. Near the top of the mountain, a young man was agile, and the weapons on his body had been changed several times. The mountain bandits who rushed up would fall when they met him, killing people with coldness. Near the stream closest to the crowd, some of the fighting had spread into the water, staining the stream red. The people on the Zhu Family's side were pulling a companion out of the water. Among them, the middle-aged *Tuo* wielding an iron staff swung his staff with a whoosh, knocking the charging mountain bandits down and throwing them around, and who knows how many heads he had smashed open.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and there were corpses lying all over the place, and wounded people groaning and screaming. Lou Shuwan looked at the battle situation, her fists clenched tightly under her clothes: "Are they...really too powerful..."

Lou Shuwan had already begun to acknowledge Ning Yi's power. It was not surprising to have such an idea, but Yu Yulin just smiled indifferently.

"A true martial arts master, in the forest, can be worth a hundred, killing all the enemies one by one. If it is in an open place, it is impossible to be worth fifty. If these people have a lot of training, or elite personal soldiers, *jianghu* experts, it is probably very remarkable to be able to face a siege and be worth ten. The battlefield is different from personal bravery. Sometimes, if you break the courage, two thousand people can fight eight hundred thousand, but more often, numbers are numbers. No matter how powerful they are, there are only a little over a hundred people."

Yu Yulin paused: "Qiu Mengtang, the Little *Xiangma*, is a good-for-nothing, of course, he guessed the opponent wrong and was too careless. More than a thousand people, coming in batches, the result may be that they all confessed. But in any case, more than a thousand people are more than a thousand people, even if there are hundreds of experts, if they really kill to this time, their hands should be soft. Miss Lou doesn't have to worry, this battle, after all, can only have one outcome."

Tian Shi looked over there and frowned: "However, although they have been retreating, they have never completely widened the distance, there seems to be some problem."

"The previous batch of people still widened the distance, because when they entered the mountain, they brought goods." Yu Yulin said, "This group of experts is blocking behind, the goods and those without martial arts go forward first. After widening the distance, these experts have fast feet and can catch up. In this way, Qiu Mengtang is probably no longer energetic to continue chasing. It's a very simple idea."

Tian Shi laughed: "General Yu's idea is..."

"We can go and say hello to Chieftain Qiu." Yu Yulin smiled, "Many times, a fake defeat turns into a real defeat, a fake escape turns into a real escape, it's all very simple."

The two said so, and then went to say hello to Qiu Mengtang. The battlefield was filled with blood, and Qiu Mengtang's eyes were red with killing. He also knew that he had suffered a big loss this time. He began to relax his offensive and gather his men. Before long, the Zhu Family's crowd contracted their lines and began to retreat quickly. Qiu Mengtang led hundreds of people and chased after them desperately! At this time, a roar suddenly came from behind, shaking the night sky.

"Tiger."

"Tiger—"

As the voices of more than three hundred people were issued together, the ground began to tremble as if in a trance. This was the power of Tian Hu's elite when they charged. The vanguard horse team of more than fifty people quickly caught up with Qiu Mengtang's front line, and the soldiers behind followed closely. Although Qiu Mengtang's men had already lost half of their numbers, they still had six or seven hundred people. At this moment, they, who had lost their sharpness, were still kidnapped by Yu Yulin's three hundred people, which set off an amazing morale, and nearly a thousand people rushed forward frantically like a tide.

Even Zhu Biao and others who fell behind were faintly terrified when they looked at the surging fire light front line. Then, they retreated into the mountain depression behind...

That place, which is said to be a mountain depression, is actually not right. The opening is a bit large, and the slopes on both sides are not steep, so the conditions for setting up an ambush are not perfect. Qiu Mengtang was originally a local tyrant, so how could he be confused by such an opening? Thousands of people roared and surged forward. Yu Yulin looked at the terrain and didn't take it seriously at all. With such momentum pushed over, and the other party was retreating, the battle was already over.

With many years of experience and superb eyesight, once a decision is made, it will not be confused or shaken. In fact, Yu Yulin's judgment was basically accurate. Qiu Mengtang galloped into the mountain road, waving his dual blades, the crowd in the front view expanded, Zhu Biao stepped forward to block the way, and swung his spear valiantly.

The clash of weapons!

"I want your life—"

On the mountain road, Zhao Si held a steel spear, watching the neurotic scholar next to him still shaking his head and humming a boring tune.

"The sun rises in Shaoshi Mountain ooooh... Birds fly in the forest ooooh..."

Boom boom boom boom boom—

The huge sound shook the ground.

At the mouth of the mountain depression, on the front line of about one-fifth of the charge of thousands of people, the light began to rise, some people flew out, stones exploded in the air, and fragments flew around. The war horses raised their hooves with a cry of anguish. In the quiet night, this roar, which was dozens of times louder than firecrackers in winter, surprised everyone. A large group of people were squeezed to the ground during the charge, and the people behind subconsciously wanted to stop, and then they were bumped and staggered.

The landmines hastily bought at the mouth of the mountain road were not many, but they were triggered simultaneously with the pull line method. On such a night, they really exploded with unparalleled visual appeal. The chaos broke out in an instant. Some people still couldn't figure out what was happening, and some people were still rushing forward. Then, there was another sound.

Boom—

A fireball flew from the front, whistling and drawing a beam of light, exploding!

Qiu Mengtang, who was thrown off by the war horse under his crotch, rolled up from the ground with a flurry of fast knives, still waving his knives in his hand, his hair disheveled: What happened! What happened!

He was thinking in his heart, and what he shouted out was: "What kind of magic is this—"

With another boom, this time the fire light came from the hillside on the side, and exploded towards the crowd in the loud noise. After the explosion, the fire light flashed, and the iron scraps in the bomb drew a miserable blood line in the air. After about one breath, the fire light lit up again, this time on the mountainside on the other side, coming across each other.

The members of Zhu Family tightened their weapons and pushed towards the front.

The beam of light came once or twice a breath, with a huge sound, and was shot out in a rhythmic cross. By the fifth and sixth sounds, the whole situation was completely chaotic. From a distance, the lights and explosions that crisscrossed in the mountain road were like divine punishment, making people awe-inspiring...