Although the main gate was tightly shut, the howling wind kept battering it, producing a heavy rumbling sound; and the soldiers standing on the city walls on tiptoe could only see the dust stirred up in the distance, seemingly endless, as if there were people brandishing swords and fighting desperately. Even though they were so far away that they couldn’t hear the sounds from there, it seed that the cries and roars echoed in everyone’s ears.
And those cries and roars indeed resounded throughout the entire Little Forest River.
At this mont, Song Yu was lying on the horse’s back, desperately whipping his horse. His back armor had just been split open by a slash from Xue Xian, and his shoulder was ripped open, blood streaming down, staining almost half of his body.
At this mont, he shouted hoarsely, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"
However, even though those around him had heard his order, they were already too entrenched to retreat.
Just at the riverbank, watching Xue Xian’s troops crossing the river, they charged with complete confidence, hoping for a decisive victory. But unexpectedly, in just one encounter, Xue Xian charged up and hacked Song Yu down. If not for the surrounding troops rushing to protect him, he would have been dead on the spot.
After this strike, Song Yu lost all will to fight and imdiately wanted to retreat.
His retreat was precisely what Xue Xian had hoped for. Leading his troops, he cut down everything in his path, completely dispersing the Fufeng Jun’s previously sowhat organized team. Now, Song Yu and his troops were like birds caught in a snare or entangled in their wings, awaiting to be hunted.
Seeing Song Yu retreat to the riverbank, far ahead lood the tall gate of Fufeng City.
But it seed like a thousand miles away.
Just as he was about to turn his horse toward the city gate, a roar suddenly sounded beside him. Instinctively, Song Yu shifted his body, and a saber blade, stained with other soldiers’ blood, narrowly missed his side, almost shearing off one of his arms. Cold sweat broke out on Song Yu, forcing him to hastily turn his horse again, driving it into the river.
The river, already red with blood, splashed man-high as it was struck by the horse’s hooves, drenching him completely.
Other soldiers nearby were also forced into the river, with so falling off their horses and being trampled to nothing by the galloping warhorses, their blood and flesh gradually washed away by the river.
What to do? What to do?!
Song Yu was terribly anxious, especially hearing the relentless clatter of hooves behind him.
Was he truly destined to die here today?
Seeing him panic-stricken, escaping disgracefully, with one hand holding a saber and the other gripping the reins, Xue Xian, who continued to pursue on horseback, wore a nacing smile on his face.
He hadn’t expected to win today, but he hadn’t thought it could be so easy.
With Yu Wenye not appearing, the entire Fufeng was indeed as he anticipated, as fragile as if made of clay. The officer in front, who could only flee with hands shielding his head, was said by those around to be the Marching Commander of this Daxing City expedition. Unexpectedly, he was so weak against attacks.
Defeating him, though not as significant as defeating Yu Wenye, was enough to boost his own troops’ morale.
By then, throwing his head and those of the other fallen Fufeng Soldiers into the city would be enough to terrify those people!
With this thought, Xue Xian urged his horse forward again, in the blink of an eye arriving right behind Song Yu, just half a horse’s length away. He shouted forcefully, swinging his Yanyue Blade, which drew a gleaming arc in the air, laden with the blood scent from the wind and the rage of yesterday’s setback, fiercely cleaving towards Song Yu’s head!
At this mont, even without turning his head, Song Yu felt a chill at his back.
He closed his eyes in near despair, awaiting death’s embrace!
But the pain and death he anticipated did not descend upon him at that mont.
Instead, an ear-piercing and resounding clang rang out behind him, a "Khng" sound that almost made his ears ache. Song Yu frantically glanced back—
A gleaming blade was horizontally held at his back, just a hair’s breadth away.
It forcibly blocked Xue Xian’s Yanyue Blade!
"——!"
Song Yu’s breath caught, eyes wide with disbelief, tracing the long Mo Blade’s body to the lengthy handle, and then to the steady hands gripping the hilt.
It was Yu Wenye!
Clad in Bright Armor, riding a jet-black steed, when he had charged up was unknown, but he now kept pace with them, the blade in his hand stably blocking Xue Xian’s Yanyue Blade.
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