Five hundred Beacon Guards raised their Long Halberds simultaneously, their tips like a forest, as they shouted in unison:
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The sound shook the fields, startling birds in the distant woods.
A smile curled at the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.
"Move out!"
The army set off.
The five hundred Beacon Guards marched in perfect unison, their footsteps sounding like rolling thunder as they headed toward the Yellow Turban Stronghold to the north.
...
Yellow Turban Stronghold, four li away.
Just as the army entered the alert range, alarm bells suddenly rang out within the stronghold!
“Woo—woo—woo—”
The piercing sound of horns tore through the silence of the early morning!
On the outskirts of the stronghold, countless Yellow Turban soldiers sward out from every corner like disturbed ants!
So grabbed weapons, others gathered into formations! In the short ti it took to drink a cup of tea, an army of five hundred had already finished forming up!
At the front of the formation stood a giant man over two ters tall on horseback.
He was clad in iron armor and wore an iron helt, with a yellow turban showing from beneath the helm, fluttering fiercely in the wind.
In his hand, he gripped a massive battle-axe, its edge glinting with a cold light in the morning sun. His tiger-like eyes bulged as he stared fixedly at the approaching Beacon Guard army.
【Yellow Turban Fierce General - Elite】
Level: 25
Type: Nightmare Officer
Behind him, thirty Yellow Turban Strongn stood in three rows, holding massive clubs and iron hamrs, their muscles bulging with a fierce aura.
Further back were over five hundred ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers, ard with various weapons. Though their formation wasn't as neat as the Beacon Guards, they were nurous and densely packed.
A faint yellow light spread from deep within the stronghold, enveloping the entire Yellow Turban Army formation.
【Yellow Turban Army Formation - Blessing】
Effect: All Yellow Turban Army Health 30 (500-person effect)
Lin Feng's eyes flashed with data, and a cold sneer appeared on his face.
That's it?
He waved his right hand.
"Crossbown—Fire!"
One hundred Crossbown pulled their triggers simultaneously!
Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh—!!!
Arrows rained down like locusts, covering the sky as they shot toward the Yellow Turban Army formation!
Thud thud thud thud!
Five or six Yellow Turban Strongn in the front row fell instantly! The ordinary Yellow Turban soldiers collapsed in even greater numbers! Screams of pain rose one after another!
"Charge!"
Lin Feng took the lead, Wildfire Spear in hand, his body turning into a streak of dark red lightning as he lunged straight for the enemy formation!
The five hundred Beacon Guards followed closely behind, their halberd tips like a forest, their battle cries shaking the heavens!
...
The Yellow Turban Fierce General roared and spurred his horse forward! His great-axe was raised high, hacking down toward Lin Feng's head!
A sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. Without dodging, he thrust his Wildfire Spear straight out!
Clang—!!!
Spear and axe collided, sparks flying!
The Yellow Turban Fierce General felt an irresistible, massive force transmit through the axe handle. The webbing of his thumb split, and both he and his horse were knocked back three steps!
Horror flashed in his eyes. This human's strength was actually greater than his, a Level 25 Elite?
Lin Feng gave him no chance to react; the second spear strike was already upon him!
The Yellow Turban Fierce General hurriedly raised his axe to parry!
Clang!
He was knocked back again!
Third strike! Fourth strike! Fifth strike!
Lin Feng's spear was as fast as lightning, each strike faster and heavier than the last!
The Yellow Turban Fierce General's parries beca increasingly strained, and several notches had appeared on his great-axe!
Sixth strike!
Puchi!
The spear tip pierced through his throat!
The Yellow Turban Fierce General's eyes widened. He instinctively clutched his neck with both hands before crashing off his horse!
【Killed Lv25 Elite: Yellow Turban Fierce General, gained 2500 Experience Points】
Lin Feng withdrew his spear, not even glancing at the corpse as he turned to charge into the enemy formation!
...
Behind him, the battle broke out in full force!
ng Yi took the lead, charging into the densest part of the Yellow Turban Army formation!
He stopped abruptly, gripping his halberd with both hands, the tip pointing diagonally forward!
【Spear Array: Cheval de Frise】!
An invisible aura spread from him! His entire person seed to transform into an insurmountable fortress!
Three spears thrust at him simultaneously, aiming for his chest and abdon!
Clang clang clang!
All were parried!
And his counterattack began at the sa ti!
The halberd thrust out once every second, fast as lightning! With every thrust, a Yellow Turban soldier was bound to fall!
Wherever the halberd pointed, flesh and blood flew; no one could stand against him!
Within a five-ter fan-shaped area, the Yellow Turban soldiers fell like wheat being harvested!
"Kill!"
Bai Yi led five Centurions to strike from the flank!
They also activated 【Spear Array: Cheval de Frise】, the six of them forming a mobile iron line of defense!
Halberds were like a forest, thrusting, picking, sweeping, and smashing; every attack was precise and lethal!
Wherever the six went, Yellow Turban corpses littered the ground!
A Yellow Turban Strongman roared and lunged at Bai Yi, his massive club smashing down!
Bai Yi didn't dodge. Holding the halberd shaft level, he suddenly leaned forward!
【Arrowhead: Breakthrough】!
His figure turned into an afterimage, passing the Yellow Turban Strongman in an instant!
Puchi!
The halberd pierced through the opponent's chest!
The Yellow Turban Strongman's eyes widened, his massive club frozen in mid-air before he crashed to the ground!
Bai Yi withdrew his halberd and, without a glance, continued killing his way forward!
...
In the rear, Zhao Hu and the others were also fighting with great excitent.
Every ti Zhao Hu's troll tusk shield parried, it triggered shockback damage, sending the Yellow Turban soldiers stumbling back.
With a sweep of his bone-crushing greatsword, heads went flying one by one.
Tie Dun's troll bone shield didn't have damage reflection, but its defense was even higher.
He was like a moving boulder, knocking away one enemy after another. He bashed with his giant shield, the sound of breaking bones never-ending.
Wang Wu and Arrow Eye's arrows seed to have eyes, each one flying toward the Yellow Turban archers who were trying to take potshots. Every shot hit its mark, taking down one enemy per arrow.
Su Yurou stood at the very back, her blue crystal staff waving repeatedly. Healing Spells landed precisely on the wounded Beacon Guards.
Although she didn't participate directly in the killing, her presence allowed everyone to charge forward with peace of mind.
A Wang and Scarface Liu protected her on both sides, shields raised, blocking all enemies who tried to approach.
Shadow Snake's figure flitted across the battlefield, appearing ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) and disappearing unpredictably. Every ti her purple shadow moon blade flashed, a Yellow Turban soldier was sure to fall.
Her speed was extre; the Yellow Turban soldiers didn't even have ti to react before they lost their lives to her blade.
...
Five minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
The nineteenth minute.
The last Yellow Turban Strongman fell.
The battlefield was littered with corpses. All five hundred Yellow Turban soldiers were dead.
The Beacon Guards began to clean up the battlefield, collecting drops and treating the wounded.
Lin Feng stood with his spear withdrawn, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield.
Zhao Hu was covered in blood but in high spirits. Tie Dun's shield had a dozen new marks, but he was grinning foolishly.
Wang Wu and Arrow Eye's quivers were almost empty, but their gazes remained sharp.
Su Yurou's face was a bit pale, her mana consumption not small, but seeing Lin Feng's gaze, she nodded gently.
Shadow Snake stepped out from the shadows, blood dripping from her shadow moon blade, but her expression was calm.
ng Yi approached with six officers, everyone stained with blood, but their steps were steady.
“Lord,” ng Yi cupped his fists, “the enemy has been completely wiped out.”
Lin Feng nodded and asked, “What are the casualties?”
ng Yi reported, “No one was killed. Forty brothers suffered minor injuries; they've been treated with Golden Sore Ointnt and will recover after a few hours of rest.”
Lin Feng gave a satisfied grunt.
He turned around, his gaze falling on the distant stronghold shrouded in grey mist.
The outskirts had been cleared.
Next would be that Level 29 Rare Boss.
“Rest and reorganize on the spot. I'll go scout ahead first,” Lin Feng ordered in a deep voice.
“Wait for my return before we decide whether to attack the stronghold.”
Everyone responded in unison, their eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.
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