Chapter Seven: Fierce as a Demon

Die! Lin Bin, without a moment's hesitation, threw down the curved dagger in his hand. The indistinct figure in his eyes fell from the horse's back. His mind had not yet recovered from the brutal slaughter, and he was already grimacing as he looked around, his vision awash in blood red.

Lin Bin had had enough; he stood up, supporting himself with the curved blade, his eyes glinting green as he stared at everyone, looking extremely terrifying

Gongsun Hong and the other two initially trembled in their voices, trying to bluff from the back. However, upon witnessing Lin Bin's unmatched bravery, their fear gradually dissipated, and they found the courage to pick up weapons from the ground to engage in battle with the Wuwan people. Lin Bin's valor inspired them to fight against the foreign tribe, and as the battle ensued, Gongsun Hong showcased his skills, fighting fiercely against the Wuwan. Dou Shiyan and Lu Wu Zuo Mu also coordinated with each other to resist the Wuwan.

The remaining Han troops, witnessing the sudden appearance of the giant slaughtering the Wuwan people, could not help but feel their morale soar as they fought with increasing courage. The Wuwan, referred to as an alien race by the Han, saw the giant, resembling a god of death, wildly hacking at their companions, and not a single one dared to approach. Suddenly, they spotted three blood-soaked figures emerging from the darkness, causing the Wuwan to panic and shout something in fear, leading to a significant drop in their morale. They saw the giant, resembling a god of death, wildly hacking at their companions, and not a single one dared to approach. Suddenly, they spotted three blood-soaked figures emerging from the darkness, causing the Wuwan to panic and shout something in fear, leading to a significant drop in their morale.

Lin Bin's hand gripping the curved sword hilt trembled, his whole body shivering as he gazed at the battle ahead. He had been suppressing the urge to reveal himself and rush to the battlefield, knowing that charging in would lead to certain death. Yet, he understood that he could not simply sit and wait for his fate. Once the foreign cavalry dealt with the Han army, they would inevitably scour the village, and at that time, he would surely be discovered.

In a flurry of slashing, he felled the only remaining figure swaying before him, roaring to the heavens: "Kill! Kill! Kill!" From the center of his stance, the ground was strewn with the mangled corpses of the Uighurs. His vision was awash in crimson, and suddenly he heard a neighing of a horse. He turned mechanically to look, seeing a blurred figure climbing onto the horse's back, preparing to flee.

Lin Bin is a paratrooper of the Republic's elite forces, who has undergone systematic training. He is a soldier who integrates thousands of years of combat techniques from the Chinese nation. Relying on his combat skills, physique, and geographical advantages, he is accustomed to fighting in complex terrains, and he slaughters the Wuhuan people as if they were dogs, causing them to retreat in fear.

The Han army's garrison commander, who called himself Li Danghu, stared blankly at the tall Lin Bin...

He stood up abruptly, drenched in foul, bloody water, brandishing a curved blade, shouting "Kill!!!" The sound was like thunder, reverberating through the heavens and the earth

Lin Bin crouched down to pick up a curved dagger and swung it at the approaching person. The swung dagger was intercepted by a long sword. He was about to strike again when a familiar voice rang in his ears, "Brother Lin..." He ignored it and chopped down fiercely once more, knocking the long sword away. Just as he was about to kill a fallen Han soldier on the ground, he was embraced from behind by Dou Shiyan.

Lin Bin was like an unshakable giant, cutting down in the chaotic crowd until the Wuhuan people realized what was happening; by then, more than thirteen Wuhuan had already perished at his hands

Kill! Kill! Kill! Lin Bin's roar was like that of a vengeful spirit. In order to survive, he also admired the indomitable spirit of the Han soldiers. He had no choice but to fight to the death for survival. He swung his knife and felled two bewildered Wuhuan archers standing in place, then, like a madman, he raised his knife and chopped at anyone he encountered, striving to inflict enough damage before the Wuhuan could react.

The two surviving Han soldiers, along with Dou Shiyan, Gongsun Hong, and Lu Wuzuo, were covered in blood. They quietly watched Lin Bin, who was covered in knife wounds, lost in thought. They observed the changing expressions on his face, until he suddenly bent over and violently vomited. He had experienced modern firearms combat, but never had he been so covered in entrails and chunks of flesh as he was now

Lin Bin, with red eyes, fought desperately; he needed to vent the anger that had built up over the past month. The images of the Xiongnu slaughtering Han people like livestock kept replaying in his mind. With every person he struck down, he would recall the simple, wrinkled face of the old man.

The ten Wuwan people were terrified and no longer dared to engage in battle, immediately scrambling onto their horses and fleeing in disarray

The people of Wuwan were startled by the towering figure that suddenly appeared amidst the crumbling walls, causing their offensive to falter. As a nomadic tribe that reveres nature, they are filled with awe towards all things they do not understand. They worship the mountains as deities and possess an innate fear of towering entities.

The two surviving Han soldiers approached and were astonished to find that Lin Bin was so tall. They exchanged glances, looking at Lin Bin, who was more than a head taller than themselves. One of the soldiers, wearing a breastplate adorned with two indistinctly colored "ribbons" (ribbons are long decorative ornaments woven from colorful threads), could not help but exclaim, "What a true warrior!"

The Han army, fighting desperately for survival, was momentarily taken aback but quickly reacted. Seizing the moment of hesitation from the Wuwan people, they swung their swords wildly, toppling five or six individuals in an instant. However, after enduring a chaotic battle, only three of them remained standing.

Lin Bin was taken aback, the curved blade he swung down was only a few centimeters away from the neck of the Han soldier. He stood frozen in place for a full five minutes before regaining his composure, his vision clearing up, no longer clouded by a sea of crimson. He looked around at the surrounding corpses and unexpectedly crouched down, lost in thought.

Ding——

Dou Shiyan heard someone praising his elder brother, and he patted his own chest, making a loud thumping sound: "My elder brother is fierce enough to slay tigers; brave enough to kill a thousand enemies, this is nothing extraordinary." As he spoke, he continued to chuckle heartily, laughing with great pride.

Brother Lin, have you lost your mind? Please don't!

The people engaged in the fierce battle involuntarily turned their heads to look, and they saw a tall figure suddenly emerge from the darkness, accompanied by a sudden roar, as if a deity had descended upon the mortal realm

A group of people had just witnessed Lin Bin's martial prowess, and no one dared to mock him; they merely regarded it as a form of catharsis for survival