The wind howled, and scattered raindrops fell. Rain had already soaked onto Hong Lun's face, which bore a stern expression of Chinese characters, but he was too preoccupied to wipe it away.

The sound of the horn, like a wolf's howl, echoed in his ears.

Having been on the mountain for some time, Hong Lun kept a close watch on the movement within the mountains, and also had his soldiers constantly observe the situation to prevent an enemy attack.

As expected, soldiers at the front had already discovered signs of the enemy.

The warlord acted decisively, immediately ordering all troops to charge forward and crush the enemy ahead!

The heavy losses suffered at the foot of the mountain, they must now be made to pay for it!

"Kill!"

At this moment, accompanied by the roars of the charging soldiers, Hong Lun, wielding a long blade, galloped forth on horseback!

Kill them all!!

With a roar of anger, he kicked the horse's belly and sped up.

The surrounding soldiers' faces flushed red, veins bulging in their necks as they roared and charged forward!

On the opposite side, a contingent of troops had been waiting for some time. At this moment, as the two armies met, the general with a stern face roared:

"Kill!"

At his command.

The earth shook violently, and the deafening cries of terror, like a reverberating wave of rage, rolled in, leaving everyone terrified!

"Rustling!"

The warhorses were thundering, the soldiers on horseback wielding bows and crossbows, pulling back their strings. In an instant, a barrage of crossbow bolts flew forward!

Arrows flew like rain, shooting in from all directions and falling into the barbarian army almost in the blink of an eye!

But this did not stop their attacking momentum. Those with shields raised their shields, and those without wielded their weapons, desperately parrying the crossbow bolts!

And there were savage barbarian soldiers, riding horses and charging forward with fierce faces, roaring angrily!

Barbarians are fearless on the battlefield, and indeed, it is the bloodshed of war that further ignites their ferocity.

But, this can't change anything.

Raining arrows pierced through armor and uniforms, splattering blood into the air as soldiers tumbled to the ground, letting out agonizing screams.

But even with heavy casualties, the offensive's momentum couldn't be stopped!

Moments later, as the distance closed, hand-to-hand combat began!

A pair of blood-red eyes flashed with hatred on the ferocious faces. Weapons clashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and heads rolled in the carnage.

At the front, a single warrior with a crimson battle robe billowing behind him like dancing flames, brandished his silver spear, which flashed like lightning. With a sweep of his arm, he shattered the weapons of several barbarian soldiers who had charged towards him!

The blade flew out, his tiger's mouth cracked, but the spear still had power left in it. It struck them heavily on their waist and chest, bringing down a whole group!

In a matter of moments, that lone rider had already slain countless!

Seeing such bravery, everyone was astonished. The timid ones already showed fear on their faces and dared not fight him.

Hong Lun's face was grim, he held a long knife in his hand and roared towards the front:

"Come forward and identify yourselves, for I, Hung Lun, will not kill nameless spirits!"

With a resolute expression, he spurred his horse into a furious gallop, letting out a mighty roar:

"I am Wang Ping!"

Wang Ping, like Zhang Yi, was a general who commanded the Flying Army.

However, he was the first commander of the Winged Army when it was founded, while Zhang Yi was its last commander.

Meanwhile, Wang Ping's force of the Fei Army was renowned for their prowess in mountain warfare and particularly excelled in defensive battles.

Now the barbarian army at the foot of the mountain has already suffered a heavy blow from the artillery fire, with heavy casualties. The remaining troops are all remnants. Dealing with them is a breeze, and there's no need to hesitate to attack first.

At this moment, seeing Wang Ping so valiant and fierce, Hong Lun roared angrily, spurred his horse forward, and engaged him in battle.

"Die!"

With a roar, Hong Lun's face contorted in rage as he brandished his long blade and swung it down towards Wang Ping!

Wang Ping's face darkened, he showed no signs of retreat, and fired a shot straight at the blade!

A resounding clang!

Weapons clashed, a thunderous roar echoing through the air. The two warriors stood face to face, neither willing to yield an inch.

Hong Lun gritted his teeth, letting out a loud roar as he pressed the blade downwards.

Wang Ping let out a cold snort, raised his gun and struck downward, then with lightning speed, he unleashed several consecutive strikes.

The heavy long sword in Hong Lun's hand was pressing down with great force earlier, causing his figure to lean forward. Now that Wang Ping suddenly released the pressure, Hong Lun, caught off guard, lost half a breath of time.

As he prepared to counter, several cold flashes shot towards him. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly twisted his body.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

But, to his surprise, the blows were coming faster and faster!

When the sound of wind breaking through the air reaches your ears, the cold will already be at your doorstep.

This sharp bayonet, every single one pointed at the face or throat, came with such speed!

The sporadic raindrops were still falling, but the long spear moved faster than them. Each thrust sent ripples through the water, scattering the raindrops and splashing all over Hong Lun's head and face.

Now, the great wheel has already been fully powered up with wetness.

His messy hair stuck to his forehead, but quickly rose again as he dodged left and right. But under this assault, Hong Lun couldn't even raise his sword.

Knowing that if he continued like this, he would surely be shot dead, Hong Lun suddenly knelt on both knees. His warhorse, in pain, immediately softened its front hooves and was about to kneel down.

This sudden turn of events caused Hong Lun to lower his stature, seizing the opportunity, he rolled to the ground. At the same time, the long blade suddenly swept down towards Wang Ping's horse's underbelly!

"Hiss—"

The warhorse let out a pained whinny, its forelegs severed by the blade, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

And the Wang Ping on horseback, his face contorted with fury, stepped down onto the damp ground. With a raised hand, he fired a shot at Hong Lun who hadn't yet fully stood up.

As the hurricane landed, he swung his sword in a flash. He intended to immediately get up and create distance, but his landing was so awkward that he couldn't rise in time and saw the spear coming straight at him.

In the blink of an eye, Hong Lun strained to raise his long sword and stand before them.

But even so, there was only a "poof" sound as the razor-sharp tip of the gun pierced into his right arm, scraping against the edge of his blade!

In the instant of penetration, Wang Ping's wrist shook violently, and the gun tip twisted within Hong Lun's right arm!

Then, flesh and bones twisted, blood mingled with minced meat splattered out, the arm bone was broken as well!

"Oh!"

Such excruciating pain made even Hong Lun, this steadfast veteran, unable to help but cry out in agony.

The right hand's long saber, at this moment, no longer held the strength to even lift.

With a deafening *thud*, the long sword fell to the ground, sinking into the mud.

Meanwhile, several raindrops splashed onto Hong Lun's pale cheeks.

Hong Lun's gaze shifted, his pupils contracting.

It was that long spear that slashed through the sky, stirring up the rain in a spray. That icy gleam came straight for his face!

——

"Bang!"

The two spears now clashed like needles against wheat, shooting out in the rain!

In just a few breaths, over ten moves had already passed.

Looking at the opponent before him, Wu Shuang's pale face was dotted with bloodstains, remnants of the spear that had slashed across his cheek earlier.

If he hadn't immersed himself in swordplay for years, I'm afraid the enemy general's shot would have taken him off his horse!

This enemy general named Zhang Yi was exceptionally skilled in martial arts. Every thrust of his spear was both swift and powerful, forcing him to be extremely cautious and focus all his attention just to parry his attacks.

But, the situation around him had caused Wu Shuang's heart to fall to the bottom of a well. Even the spear he thrust forward seemed to hesitate for a moment.

A moment ago, I encountered a martial artist named Zhang Yi and his Wu Dang Flying Army in these mountains.

This army was so formidable that Wu Shuang couldn't help but admire it in his heart. It was truly a top-notch force!

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