Chapter 2, Frost Blade (1)

This is the most foolish course of action, as it not only fails to kill the opponent but also exposes the fact that he is on the battlefield for the first time. The two soldiers in black immediately calmed their minds. They first retreated half a zhang, then pressed their shoulders together. They prepared to employ a dual attack strategy to completely eliminate the little chubby man in iron armor before them

Before he was ordered to head south to gather the heroes of the green forest, he was a cavalry general in the Imperial Guard, most skilled in commanding cavalry. For today's victory, he summoned all his brothers under his command and secretly hid them on the other side of the ridge

Uncle Wu! Ning Yanzhang was also hit by several arrows, but all the arrowheads were blocked by the Mingguang armor, none penetrating to the vital points. Wailing, he rushed forward a few steps, cradling Li Tieguai in his arms, and cried out loudly, "Uncle Wu, I will escape with you, together! If we are to die, let us die together!"

"Kneel and surrender, and I shall spare your life!" A cavalryman clad in black charged forward, the tip of his blade pointed menacingly at the young man's head

The warhorse has begun to accelerate, and the black-clad cavalry cannot change direction in time. They can only rely on their skilled combat techniques, tilting their heads back and pressing their backs against the horse's hindquarters.

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"Kneel before your grandmother!" Ning Yanzhang was instantly filled with rage, dropping the corpse of Li Tieguai, and he directly drew a hand axe from behind him

With one hand holding a short axe, he glared with his blood-red eyes and charged towards the group of black-clad individuals approaching him, completely disregarding whether their weapons would harm him or not

The gleaming axe whizzed past him, brushing against his helmet tassel, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Gritting his teeth and straightening his posture, he prepared to take another look at his opponent before swiftly ending the fight. However, just as he had straightened his back, a second gleaming axe came crashing down, and with a "crack," it smashed half of his chest!

A sharp pain pierced Ning Yanzhang's heart, causing him to tremble all over and stagger in his steps. Li Tieguai is dead! He had never shown him a good face and had repeatedly tried to drive him down the mountain. Now, Li Tieguai is dead in his arms, all for the sake of giving him a chance to escape!

Revenge? That's right, revenge! I must take revenge!" Ning Yanzhang jumped back a few steps with the axe in hand, then suddenly came to his senses. Uncle Wu is dead, shot to death by the black-clad men with cold arrows! He must avenge Uncle Wu, otherwise how could he repay the kindness Uncle Wu has shown him during this time!

This action was tantamount to seeking death, causing the black-clad foot soldiers, who were otherwise assured of victory, to become flustered. Their long weapons were unable to adjust in time, while their short weapons were just out of reach for a counterattack. However, the young and plump boy, fueled by a reckless courage typical of the inexperienced, charged directly into their midst. With a swift swing of his axe, he cleaved the black-clad man directly in front of him, causing his brain to burst.

A dozen warhorses charged in from the distance, encircling the two individuals for protection. They were the personal guards of Han Pu, the commander of the Wuying Army, each skilled in horsemanship and martial arts. As long as they remained alive, no one would dare to lay a finger on a single hair of the two youths.

A snow-white warhorse came rushing from the side, simultaneously knocking the two men in black flying, leaving their fates unknown. On the horse's back, Han Chongyun tightened the reins sharply, leaned to the side, and extended his right hand towards Ning Yanzhang, saying, "Get on the horse, don't run around! Reinforcements have arrived!"

Han Pu wants to kill us all!" Li Tieguai exclaimed in exasperation as he struck down a rushing black-clad warrior with his cane, adding, "He wants to use others to do his dirty work! Hurry, escape, run as far as you can...

A horizontal blade scraped against his spine, severing the tattered flag that Li Tieguai had specially draped over him, producing a piercing friction sound against the iron armor. A long spear struck fiercely against his left shoulder, causing the steel shoulder guard to ring with a clanging sound. Additionally, another horizontal blade was thrust directly into his lower abdomen, blocked by the heart guard, pushing him off balance and causing his body to sway unsteadily.

As long as he charged forward four or five steps, he would be able to sever the young man's neck with a horizontal strike of his sword. In this lifetime, he had lost count of how many stubborn resistors he had killed with this move, and he did not care about adding one more to the tally

A cold light suddenly shattered his well-laid plans. The young man unexpectedly jumped up and hurled the axe in his hand towards his face.

One who can withstand three arrows yet continues to wail and lament must certainly be wearing a fine suit of armor. In this day and age, a young lad who can afford good armor and remains unblemished must come from a family of considerable means. Capturing him for ransom is far more advantageous than simply killing him.

On each warhorse, there is a formidable cavalryman. The plumes of each cavalryman are bright red, as red as the plasma on the ground

The latter part of his sentence was choked in his throat by blood. A row of black feathered arrows shot through the air, piercing him directly like a hedgehog

He spared no effort in using all the newly recruited heroes of the green forest as bait, solely to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent

Ah! The black-clad foot soldier wielding a horizontal sword fell to the ground, screaming in agony, unaware of his fate

The steeds, countless in number, surged into the battlefield in formation. The unprepared soldiers in black were overwhelmed, like crops in a flood, being trampled down layer by layer, their bones broken and tendons severed.

In the next moment, Ning Yanzhang suddenly lowered his head and struck the bridge of the nose of the knife-wielding opponent across from him with his iron helmet. This caused the man to be covered in blood, screaming in agony as he stumbled backward in panic. Immediately, he roared and turned around, using the blade of his axe to sever the arm of the gunman. From the side, a horizontal blade came slicing toward him, aimed directly at his unprotected neck. Ning Yanzhang shouted as he jumped a step diagonally forward, then suddenly twisted his waist and hurled the axe at the opponent's face.

Immediately following, a small group of black-clad soldiers hurried over. Wielding their spears and short knives, they indiscriminately struck at the young man.

That brat killed him

Before the young man could put away the axe from the corpse's chest, a sudden exclamation came from behind. "The head of Yang has died!"

The other two black-clad soldiers were taken aback, unsure whether to continue their assault or turn and flee. Ning Yanzhang bent down to pick up a spear from the ground and began to strike wildly at them.

The foolish boy... Li Tieguai managed a difficult smile, tilted his head, and passed away.

Ah! The black-clad cavalryman screamed as he fell from his horse. Ning Yanzhang quickly rushed forward and, with the third axe, cleaved open the man's skull

"Escape? Why should we escape? Where are we supposed to go?" The sudden shift was too great for Ning Yanzhang to react normally. He merely stumbled a few steps in the direction of Li Tieguai's arm, then turned back, his face filled with confusion as he continued to question.

Kill him, kill him to avenge Yang Dutu!

The hidden tactics of the commander Han Pu have been revealed in advance

"Seeking death!" The black-clad cavalryman was enraged, immediately abandoning the thought of capturing prisoners to demand ransom. He forcefully struck the stirrups with his legs, swinging the sword in his hand like a whip to his side