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“Zhao Hong is no match for my Jin Kingdom army. It's just a pity for General Wanyan Sheng. Those damned Song People, I will make sure to tear them to pieces,” Naikel said coldly.
“There will be an opportunity for that,” Wanyan Kang chuckled.
At the same time, Zhao Hong bent his bow and nocked an arrow, shooting it out with a whoosh, piercing through the air.
“Protect the general!”
Naikel and Lunan exclaimed in alarm.
“Clang.”
The arrow pierced through a flagpole.
“Damn those Song People, how dare they launch a surprise attack!” Naikel shouted angrily.
“A cornered rabbit will bite back; how much more so the Song People?” Wanyan Kang said with a cold smile, waving his hand and ordering, “Send the command down, the army will retreat thirty camps.”
“Yes.”
Naikel and Lunan replied.
Border City.
“Father, the Jin Army has retreated,” Zhao Bin said joyfully.
“Wanyan Kang truly deserves his reputation as a seasoned general. If he really orders an immediate assault on the city, I would like to see him try,” Zhao Hong murmured.
“Father is right. The Jin Army has come from afar; if they were to attack the city immediately, we might have a chance of winning,” Zhao Bin nodded.
"Forget it, it seems the Jin Army won't be attacking the city after all." Zhao Hong sighed and said, "However, just in case, order all generals to keep a close watch and send out scouts to keep a close eye on the Jin Army. If there is any movement, report immediately."
"Understood," Zhao Bin replied.
As night fell, a cool breeze blew outside Border City. The vast land was dotted with military tents as dense as stars, filled with a heavy atmosphere of impending slaughter.
At Border City, Zhao Hong stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing into the distance outside the city. His brow was furrowed, and a hint of contemplation appeared on his face.
"General, it's late. You should go rest; I can keep watch here," the Deputy General stepped forward and said.
"How can I sleep when a million troops of the Jin Army are right under my nose?" Zhao Hong replied.
"You must take care of your health. The fate of the Song Kingdom in this crisis rests on your shoulders!" the Deputy General urged.
"By the way, how is General Zhao?" Zhao Hong asked.
"The prince is currently inspecting West City," the Deputy General answered.
"Mm." Zhao Hong nodded and furrowed his brow as he asked, "Where has the main force of the Jin Army reached?"
"General, that is exactly what I need to report to you," the Deputy General said solemnly. "According to our spies, for some unknown reason, the Jin Kingdom's army is stationed at Meng Pass without making any moves or showing any signs of activity."
"Not making any moves?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Hong's frown deepened, his expression darkening. After a long pause, he said seriously, "Order the spies to closely monitor every move of the Jin Army at Meng Pass. Report immediately if there is any activity."
"Yes," the Deputy General bowed respectfully.
"Something feels off!" Zhao Hong gazed intently at the large tents of the Jin Army outside the city, his eyes sharp as he murmured.
That night, Zhao Hong was unable to sleep, while the Jin Army slept soundly, showing no signs of activity by early morning.
"Father," Zhao Bin stepped forward.
"The Jin Army has shown no movement throughout the night; they will surely attack today. Order the commanders of each city to remain vigilant," Zhao Hong said in a deep voice.
"Woo woo woo..."
Before he could finish speaking, a horn sounded from afar, and soon a large number of Jin Army soldiers appeared, majestic and imposing, with high spirits.
"Stand guard!" Zhao Hong shouted as he drew his sword.
"Is that the Prince Zhao Hong of Zhen Nan Wang?" Wanyan Kang called out as his army reached the city walls, waving his hand to align the troops, their long spears standing like a forest.
"Indeed, it is I. Why does the Jin thief invade our land and slaughter the people of the Song Dynasty?" Zhao Hong pointed his sword at Wanyan Kang and asked sternly.
"Hahaha, this great land belongs to all; you Song Kingdom are no exception," Wanyan Kang replied loudly. "Zhao Hong, listen well: if you are willing to surrender and submit to my great Jin Kingdom, Wanyan the Great will grant you the title of Prince Ping'an, a first-class duke. If you refuse to yield, I will take your head and separate it from your body."
"I, Zhao Hong, am deeply favored by the emperor; how could I surrender to you, a Jin thief? You are dreaming," Zhao Hong retorted angrily.
"Kill!"
Wanyan Kang shouted fiercely.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
In an instant, the cries for blood filled the air with murderous intent soaring high, and then the army of the Jin Kingdom surged like a tide toward Border City.
"Fire the arrows."
Zhao Hong shouted.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
In that moment, a rain of arrows fell like locusts, filling the air with the sound of whistling.
The Jin Army, tall and strong from the north, fearless in battle, wielded their sharp spears. In an instant, they reached the foot of Border City, setting up ladders to surge onto the walls.
"Kill!"
The Jin Army charged fearlessly; for every one that fell, another took their place, drenched in the blood of their comrades, roaring as they advanced.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Zhao Hong, stationed at the border for years, demonstrated his military command skills. He had already prepared large amounts of boiling oil, boulders, and wooden sticks within the city for defense and personally fought against the enemy.
The soldiers of the Song Kingdom saw Zhao Hong leading the charge and disregarded life and death as they fought fiercely against the enemy.
In an instant, the sounds of battle echoed.
"Hahaha! My sons of Jin Kingdom are all seasoned warriors; how can mere Song soldiers stop us?" Wanyan Kang laughed heartily, then revealed a fierce expression and coldly said: "Now the Song Kingdom has only Zhao Hong capable of leading troops into battle; the rest are nothing but worthless chickens and dogs in my eyes."
"General is wise," Lunan and Naikel respectfully replied.
"General, we can take action to capture Zhao Hong and present him to you," said the Gray-Robed Elder calmly.
"There's no need for you two to take action. My Jin Army soldiers can each take on ten. It won't be long before we capture this Border City and seize Zhao Hong," Wanyan Kang said, shaking his head. "On the battlefield, if there isn't a formidable enemy, it truly becomes too lonely."
The two Gray-Clad Men remained silent.
"Give the order to divide the army into ten teams, each with one hundred thousand soldiers, to attack the city in rotation. We will capture Border City before sunset," Wanyan Kang commanded.
"Understood."
Lunan and Naikel took their orders and left.
Soon, Zhao Hong was astonished to find that the Jin Army began a rhythmic assault on the city, wave after wave. It should be noted that Border City had a total of six hundred thousand troops, but only three hundred thousand were truly capable of going to battle; the rest were old, weak, sick, or disabled and could not fight at all. The remaining two hundred thousand were distributed among the city gates, with fifty thousand at each gate and the last hundred thousand as reserves.
However, with the Jin Army's arrival, it meant that the soldiers could not retreat and had to engage in endless combat. Over time, they would become exhausted, and even if there were a hundred thousand reserve troops available, they would likely be unable to withstand the Jin Army.
"General, West City is in urgent danger!"
"General, East City is on the verge of collapse and requests support."
"General, South City repelled an attack from the Jin Army once, but they are attacking again now."
"General, the Jin Army has launched an assault on North City."
Hearing four consecutive urgent reports made Zhao Hong's expression darken ominously.
"General, we should deploy the reserve troops!" the Deputy General said solemnly.
"Order all commanders that even if we have only one soldier left, we must hold the city gates," Zhao Hong commanded sternly.
"Yes."
Messenger went to carry out the order.
"Kill!"
Hundreds of Jin Army soldiers charged the city, and Zhao Hong swung his sword, blood splattering everywhere.
"Father." Zhao Bin killed a Jin Kingdom soldier and rushed to Zhao Hong's side, saying urgently, "The eastern city has fallen."
"What?" Zhao Hong staggered slightly and demanded, "What happened?"
"Jin Kingdom deployed a Transcendent Realm Expert and forcibly opened the city gates," Zhao Bin replied.
"Send in the reserve troops," Zhao Hong said coldly.
"Yes," Zhao Bin responded.
"Hahaha."
Naikel laughed loudly and said, "General, Zhao Hong is finished."
"Prepare the army, and follow me to attack the city. Whoever captures Zhao Hong alive will be rewarded with ten thousand gold pieces, granted a title of marquis, and made a baron," Wanyan Kang shouted, swinging his blade.
"Kill!"
One million Jin Army soldiers, hearing this, showed fierce killing intent and charged bravely toward the city.
“Rumbling!”
At that moment, a Thunder suddenly echoed in the air, and a wave of energy thirty zhang high abruptly appeared in front of the Jin Army, sending the soldiers of the Jin Army flying.
“Ahhh!”
Screams filled the air.
“Who are you?” Wanyan Kang exclaimed in shock, his voice stern.
“The one who will take your life.”
A light, ethereal voice echoed from above.
In the next moment, a young man with eyebrows like swords and eyes like lightning, possessing an extraordinary appearance, appeared in the void. His clothes rustled fiercely as he looked down at Wanyan Kang and said, “You are the Jin Kingdom General Wanyan Kang?”
“That’s right, I am indeed the general. Who are you?” Wanyan Kang asked slowly, his pupils slightly constricting.
“Wang Yi,” the young man replied.
“Gentlemen, I leave this Wang Yi to you,” Wanyan Kang said with a stern expression to the two Gray-Clad Men beside him.
“Understood.”
The two Gray-Clad Men nodded simultaneously and then soared into the air, exchanging glances with Wang Yi.
“Could it be that you are the Wang Yi who killed Meng Hang?” one of the slender Gray-Clad Men asked with a frown.
"Mm." Wang Yi nodded and asked, "Are you done asking? If so, then go die!"
"Looking for death."
The two Gray-Clad men were furious. They leaped forward, both being powerful figures at the Seventh Level of Creation Realm. Wherever they went, they were respected, and Wang Yi's words undoubtedly angered them.
"Whoosh."
Wang Yi remained expressionless as he swung his palm like a blade. Instantly, a sword aura over a hundred feet long sliced through the air, appearing before the two Gray-Clad men. Before they could utter a sound, they died, turning into two showers of blood that fell onto Wanyan Kang.
"What?" Wanyan Kang's face was covered in blood, looking terrifying like a demon. However, at that moment, his eyes revealed an inexplicable fear.
"Protect the General."
Naikel and Lunan shouted urgently.
"Wang Yi's body slowly descended, his clothes billowing without wind, resembling a Divine Descent. With a casual wave of his hand, he killed Naikel and Lunan.
"Protect me!" Wanyan Kang saw Wang Yi as if he had encountered a devil. His face was filled with terror as he retreated on horseback, ordering the Jin Kingdom soldiers to block Wang Yi.
But Wang Yi paid no attention. Standing in the void, a cold smile crept across his lips as he gently pushed his palm toward the rapidly fleeing Wanyan Kang. With a sound, the latter's body floated in mid-air, panicking and shouting.
"Don't kill me!" Wanyan Kang was horrified to find that his body was actually moving closer to Wang Yi.
"Shh."
Wang Yi ignored Wanyan Kang's cries and casually swung out a streak of blue light, gently slicing across his neck. Then, a head shot up, held in Wang Yi's hand.
"Wanyan Kang is dead. Why do you not surrender quickly? What are you waiting for?" Wang Yi said calmly, holding Wanyan Kang's lifeless head, his voice was soft but quickly spread like a tide in all directions, clearly reaching the ears of every soldier of the Jin Kingdom.
"The General is dead!"
One soldier shouted in despair, and soon, endless sounds of fear erupted outside Border City.
"Kill."
On the city tower, Zhao Hong was overjoyed and shouted fiercely while waving his sword.
"Kill them!"
The soldiers of the Song Kingdom, seeing that Wanyan Kang was dead, were all invigorated, fighting ten against one.
"Run!"
The soldiers of the Jin Kingdom were lost and terrified, their souls scattered like those without a master. They dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.
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