Faced with the enemy's taunts, Zhang Ye remained silent. To respond to his words, all he needed to do was swing his sword and cut him down!

He rushed to the front of the soldier in three or two steps, dodged his thrusting spear, grabbed the spear with one hand, gritted his teeth, and slashed fiercely at his neck!

This strike came too quickly, the Tu Yuan soldier was completely unprepared. He seemed to have underestimated the combat power of a Da Qian person in a life-or-death situation.

A click.

The big knife sliced into his neck with a sickening crunch, hot blood spurting out and steaming in the air.

And at this moment, the Tu Yuan soldier was not yet dead, Zhang Ye's strength was dwindling. The Tu Yuan soldier's eyes widened, and he let out a howl of agony.

But just as quickly, Zhang Ye let out a roar, grasping both handles of the knife in his hands. He gathered all his strength and with a sudden jerk pressed the blade deeper into the man's neck.

The broad blade pressed inch by inch into the Yuanbing's neck, cutting through flesh and bone, severing his spine.

Blood and bone shards erupted in a crimson spray, the figures' faces drained of color. Their bodies shook violently, yet not even a whimper escaped their lips.

He gaped, his throat emitting a "gurgling" sound.

Finally, with a "Poof!" sound.

The sharp blade finally cut through his neck, and with it, the head rolled to the ground...

And Zhang Ye, because of this slash, his already weary body became even more unsteady, almost stumbling and falling to the ground.

At that very moment, a deep voice boomed.

"Kid! You're tough! Come, take this axe!"

The moment the words reached his ears, Zhang Ye felt a gust of wind rushing towards him. He hurriedly swung his sword across his chest.

"Bang!"

A giant axe struck the blade with a heavy clang. Zhang Ye was stunned by the blow, his tiger's mouth going numb. His body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Poof"

He raised his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Not far away, the red-haired giant laughed.

"Hahaha! This tiny frame is still too weak, after all!"

It seems that over the past few years, things haven't been easy for the people of Great Qin. It's a shame to see such good land wasted like this.

"This land, if we plant our design's potatoes here, there would be an endless supply of food! It's a real waste in your hands!"

Zhang Ye swallowed the blood remaining in his mouth and slowly stood up from the ground, gritting his teeth:

"The soldiers of my great Great Qin have not arrived. If they had come, they would have surely beaten you to a pulp!"

"You are rampant now, and you will surely pay with blood for your deeds in the future!"

Ju Zhanjiang held the axe on his shoulder, looking at Zhang Ye with mockery, and then burst into laughter.

You keep saying about the vast army of Great Qin, but are they not coming, or are they afraid to come?

Even if they came, they wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow from me!

Having said that, he abruptly changed the subject, his eyes suddenly turning sharp. With a cold snort, he then said:

"Kid, let me tell you this, after we take Xijing, it won't be long before we conquer your entire Dagan!"

"I originally thought you had a fighting chance, but now it seems you are utterly pathetic! You are nothing but a rabble! So weak, and you still want to possess such good land? You don't deserve it!"

Hearing this, Zhang Ye couldn't contain his anger. He pressed his left hand to his chest and raised his saber in his right hand, roaring:

"Let's give it a try!"

The giant let out a disdainful cold snort, raised his axe and pointed it around, saying: "Look at this, how long can you hold on?"

"Even if your emperor immediately sent troops, it would be useless before our Tu Yuan nation—"

"It's like trying to stop a chariot with your arms!"

Between their conversation, a giant rode his horse toward Zhang Ye. He had a mischievous smile on his face, seeming to want to slowly torment Zhang Ye...

Although Zhang Ye didn't want to admit it, looking around at the situation, the Xijing rebel army was indeed no match for them. Even though everyone had fought with all their might, they were still being routed before this enemy force.

"In the end, I still couldn't keep this land..." Zhang Ye looked sorrowful, muttering to himself.

He crouched down, scooped up a handful of yellow earth, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Looking at the soil slowly slipping through his fingers, Zhang Ye took a deep breath and looked up at the giant approaching.

He grasped the remaining strength in his hand, clutching the greatsword tightly. He had decided to fight this enemy to the death!

A biting wind swept across the battlefield, the sky overcast and dim. The dying light of the sun painted the ground a bloody red, upon which lay countless corpses.

I don't know whose son he was, nor whose father. They have all gone to sleep forever...

Zhang Ye's heart was filled with despair, but he quickly gritted his teeth and then roared:

"Our blood will not be shed in vain! If we die today, someone will surely come to reclaim Xi'an tomorrow!!!"

With Zhang Ye's roar, the morale of the Xijing Rebel Army in battle surged, and they all cheered!

At this moment, everyone is ready to give their lives for the defense of their homeland!

Zhang Ye gritted his teeth, clenched the big knife in his hand, and was about to charge forward, but just at this moment—

"Bang!"

From afar, a muffled drumbeat could be heard.

The giant furrowed his brows, reined in his horse, and Zhang Ye was taken aback, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

"Bang!"

The sound of drums announcing a challenge has come again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The drumbeats grew faster and faster, one after another!

Like raindrops falling one after another, the sound of the drumbeat became increasingly rapid and dense!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The drums grew louder and louder, their booming sound like thunder rolling across the gloomy sky. Each beat resonated in my ears, sending shivers down my spine!

The drums grew faster and faster, like thunder rolling across the sky. The heaviness was mixed with a long-suppressed power, as if about to burst forth!

At this moment, both the Western Capital Rebel Army and the Tu Yuan army had all pricked up their ears, hearing that continuous sound of drums.

The impassioned drumming reverberated through the heavens, its sound powerful and forceful, like a thousand horses galloping or thunder rolling across the spring sky. This overwhelming momentum made one wonder if celestial soldiers had descended to earth, for what other force could generate such awe-inspiring power!

The battlefield, in this instant, seemed to freeze.

The giant raised his head and looked towards the dim horizon.

Zhang Ye also raised his head, using the bonfire burning on the battlefield as a guide, he looked into the distance.

The winter wind was blowing fiercely, whistling through the air, and on the horizon, a dust cloud rose up. In the swirling sand, a black line emerged from the distance.

A majestic horse, with powerful strides and windswept manes, gallops across the winter sunset. Its sheer strength is on display, its strong iron hooves pounding out a resounding "thump, thump" rhythm.

Amidst the drumbeat, the clatter of hooves sounded, a dense symphony like a sudden hailstorm!

After the sound of hooves, came the roar of the crowd, like a tsunami.

The sound of drums, horses' hooves, and the clamor of men mingled together, like a grand and magnificent symphony being played out on this bloody battlefield.

And in this movement, there is only one note!

That was the Mongol cavalry roaring in unison, "Kill!"

Mongolian cavalrymen surged forward like a gust of wind, like a sudden downpour, spurring their horses and galloping with all their might!

In the blood-red sunset, this iron tide, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, exudes an almost palpable aura of aggression, carrying with it boundless killing intent. It is here!

The drumbeat fades, and the horses' hooves beat quickly.

A loud roar came from afar, the voice was booming and heart-shaking!

"People of Xijing, withdraw quickly!!!"

"Here! We take control of the battlefield!!!"

As the sound appeared, so did the Scarlet Army banners fluttering amidst the troops. Like flames burning against the gloomy sky, they seemed to incinerate the oppressive darkness!

The moment the sound fell, Zhang Ye saw the pupils of Chi Yanqi contract rapidly.

That crimson flag, it had fluttered in his youth, and wherever it flew, peace reigned across the land!

This flag disappeared for two years, and he waited for two years as well.

Today, this day, it has finally flown again!

Zhang Ye hesitated for not a moment. He raised his sword, turned around, took a deep breath, and roared:

"Retreat! The King of the North is here!"

There were countless doubts in Zhang Ye's mind. How could they have come when the Bei Liang army hadn't even crossed the border yet?

But despite the heavy doubts in his heart, that thunderous voice, the tremor on the ground, and that billowing banner...

Everyone is telling him, the person he believes in.

Qin Ze! He led the Beiliang army to the battlefield!

If only four words could describe Zhang Ye's current feelings.

That is—divine soldiers descending from heaven!

Though the former Tiger General has passed, now there stands the Northern Liang's King of pacifying the North!

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