The rain gives way to a clear sky.
Under the night as thick as ink, scattered ghostly flas drift through the vast hills.
Due to the sudden change in weather, lightning flashed and torrential rains poured, forcing Hu's army, which set out from Feiyun City, to camp midway and wait for the rain to stop.
By the ti the rain stopped, it was already night, unsuitable for marching, truly an unfavorable start.
In the massive Feiyun army camp, the flas flickered faintly, and a Great Banner with a large character 'Hu' fluttered in the wind from the camp's flagpole.
Not far from the campsite, a rock protruded from a slope.
The sound of hooves clattered.
The bright moon hung high in the night sky, as a white-maned warhorse slowly erged from behind the rock.
On its back, Lu Qingshan, clad in armor, pursed his lips slightly and squinted, surveying the endless tents below.
Behind him followed thousands of Qingshan Army soldiers holding iron swords, resembling a rapidly spreading shadow in the darkness.
Covering the mountains and fields, yet it was silent.
Gu Tianyan rode beside Lu Qingshan.
"Prepare to act," Lu Qingshan said solemnly.
Gu Tianyan nodded calmly, took the longbow handed over by his subordinates, nocked three feathered arrows, aid at the Feiyun army camp below, his thumb tightening the bowstring, his eyes filled with cold determination.
Twang!
The bowstring quivered gently, and the three feathered arrows spiraled through the air.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two of them directly pierced through the throats of patrol soldiers at the camp entrance, blood gushing forth.
The final arrow first flipped over the furnace, sparks flying, and the arrowhead ignited, becoming a flaming arrow, which whistled towards the fluttering 'Hu' Great Banner.
Whoosh!
The feathered arrow surged with air currents, tearing through the night, piercing the Great Banner spectacularly.
The scattered sparks from the arrow imdiately spread over the flag, igniting it.
"What magnificent archery," Lu Qingshan praised.
"The General flatters ," Gu Tianyan responded humbly.
As the commander of the elite Dragon Phoenix Army, which served as the princess's personal troops, Gu Tianyan was undoubtedly adept in both scholarly and martial skills.
"Kill them, seize the city, destroy Hu!" Lu Qingshan shouted coldly, sounding the attack horn.
Leading the charge himself.
Lu Qingshan squeezed his thighs against the warhorse, and with a neigh, the horse pushed off powerfully with its hind legs, descending swiftly.
Under the bright full moon, the warhorse leaped off the slope, soaring through the air, its mane scattering in the wind.
On horseback, Lu Qingshan's expression was as cold as ice, Dragon Sparrow Sword gleaming red, with ghostly flas circling around his body.
Behind him was the wave-like Qingshan Army.
Ti seed to freeze for an instant, silent and still.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Suddenly, a sharp horn resounded throughout the camp.
The camp, which was incredibly silent in the night, suddenly boiled like a pot on fire.
Chaotic sounds of hooves and shouts rged.
Every soldier of the Qingshan Army wielded a sword.
This was unusual, as generally speaking, long spears and sabers were more suited for the battlefield.
But that was only in ordinary circumstances.
As for Lu Qingshan, he practiced only swordsmanship, so all he could wield was a sword.
For others, with the unparalleled Qingshan Sword Technique available, who would learn anything else?
The combination created a distinctive spectacle for the Qingshan Army.
...
The Qingshan Army launched a frontal assault on Hu's army camp, exploiting their unpreparedness, frenziedly slaughtering Hu's troops.
Large masses of Hu Army soldiers fell under the blades of the Qingshan Army.
Suddenly ambushed, Hu's army suffered heavy losses.
Lu Qingshan led the charge, his sword like a dragon, bodies flying and limbs flailing.
Gu Tianyan followed closely, covering Lu Qingshan's flank from sneak attacks.
The two pierced into the enemy ranks like a sharp knife, aiming straight for the heart.
Though Hu's army numbered in the thousands, only a dozen or so could confront Lu Qingshan and Gu Tianyan directly at any given ti, hardly posing any significant threat to them.
Lu Qingshan, stained with blood, fought more fiercely as he went on.
Having just been startled awake, Hu Xing hurriedly donned his armor and naturally noticed the scene unfolding before him.
Lu Qingshan's valor placed imnse pressure on him.
But it was rely pressure, nothing more, without any other emotions.
After all, as soone capable of leading an entire city's army, he may be bad, but he's definitely not foolish.
Hu Xing clearly understood that the greatest taboo in war is for the commander to be beheaded or lose composure, which could very likely lead to the complete collapse of the army.
Although the enemy had seized the advantage by launching a surprise attack, ultimately, the overall quality of the Qingshan Army was definitely inferior to theirs, at least for the ti being.
As long as he could restore order among the soldiers and regroup their formations, the Hu Family would certainly erge victorious in the end.
Hu Xing gritted his teeth, wielding a long knife, and boldly joined the battlefield, the blade flashing like light as he swiftly slashed down several people, roaring, "Don't be afraid, imdiately reorganize the formation, these enemies are rely slaves who amount to nothing!"
Despite saying this, Hu Xing was still deeply puzzled and perplexed.
Though the Qingshan Army was not as well-trained or powerful as a regular army, its combat power displayed now was indeed noteworthy.
Clearly just a group of slaves, how did they gather together to manifest such combat power?
If left unchecked to develop for a year or two more, how strong would this slave-ford army beco then?
This line of thought spread quickly, making Hu Xing feel a chill down his spine, deeply realizing the wisdom of the Family Head's imdiate order to quell the rebellion.
"Is that the leader of the Qingshan Army?" Hu Xing's gaze traversed the surging tide of people, seeing Lu Qingshan as he swept through the battlefield, and said to the person beside him, "Capture the leader first, we must kill him!"
"His martial skills are extraordinary, it's difficult to kill him using common ans, you'll need to assist."
Beside Hu Xing was an elder dressed quite incongruously for the battlefield in a black robe.
He nodded and said, "I understand."
Then, the old man closed his eyes amidst the battlefield.
His graying hair began to flutter, like a silver stream flowing across the black robe.
Dots of blue light appeared in the old man's palm, solidifying form, extrely peculiar.
Taoist technique!
The elder was indeed mastering a Taoist technique.
Seeing this, Hu Xing's lips slightly curved upwards, then he gazed coldly at Lu Qingshan.
At that mont, in his eyes, Lu Qingshan was no different from a dead man.
...
Lu Qingshan, who was slaughtering the Hu Family soldiers like chopping lons, suddenly felt a chilling gaze upon him.
He turned his head, pinpointing Hu Xing and the old man amid the chaotic battlefield, then noticed the anomaly in the elder's hands.
"Is that a Taoist technique?" Lu Qingshan slightly squinted his eyes.
Whoosh!
Just then, a Hu Family soldier beside him fiercely thrust a spear towards Lu Qingshan's chest.
Lu Qingshan instinctively reacted, Dragon Sparrow Sword exerted force, twisting the spear, imdiately causing the soldier to lose grip on the weapon, sent flying backward.
"I didn't wish to, but you first used nuclear weapons." Lu Qingshan casually caught the spear, murmuring softly as if making a decision.
The next instant, with him at the center, a vast area of land silently dried up and cracked.
Yet the battle was intense and ruthless, coupled with the small range of land affected, few noticed the scene.
Lu Qingshan could feel a familiar strength flooding into him.
This was the Power of the Mountains and Seas, or perhaps the extraordinariness of the Return Secret Art.
"Go!"
He raised the spear high with his right hand and forcefully threw it.
Clang!
A clear resounding sound!
The spear suddenly bolted horizontally, like a black beam of light, ripping through the wind, piercing through Hu Xing and the elder's chests, lifting them up, then pinning them onto the ground.
Their bodies stacked together, Hu Xing on top, the elder beneath.
Hu Xing died with eyes wide open, still showing shock and disbelief.
The elder had been casting his Taoist technique with closed eyes, so his death was sowhat more graceful.
"Two in one!" Lu Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.
Gu Tianyan beside him witnessed the whole scene with awe in his eyes.
The general's prowess was indeed unfathomable, giving him a sense of crushing over all the world.
"Hu Xing of Feiyun Army is dead!"
Lu Qingshan shouted loudly.
Instantly, the battlefield erupted with cheers like a mountain collapsing and seas roaring, the morale of Qingshan Army surged.
While Feiyun Army suffered badly, their military banner first burnt to ashes, the commander then strung up together.
How can this battle still be fought?
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