newbobooks Chapter 407 Luo Shixin Takes Direct Action Against Yang Lin
Chapter 407 Luo Shixin Takes Direct Action Against Yang Lin
Zuo Xiong, riding his tailless horse, grabbed the fish-head and phoenix-tail axe and shouted loudly.
Xue Liang was being forced into a corner by Du Mingfang, only able to parry and powerless to fight back. Hearing that someone had come to replace him, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He might not be able to beat his opponent, but he was quite capable of escaping.
He feinted with his spear, then spurred his horse back into the ranks, running even faster than he had come.
"You traitor, prepare to die!"
Zuo Xiong charged in on his horse, his great axe held horizontally in front of him, his imposing presence overwhelming.
"And who are you, Yang Lin's adopted son?"
Du Mingfang crossed his twin swords and was about to repeat his old trick, pressing close to Zuo Xiong's body.
But he soon discovered that this move was ineffective against the axe-wielding man in front of him.
Zuo Xiong swung his large axe continuously, with immense force.
Each axe strike was accompanied by a whistling sound, forcing Du Mingfang to retreat repeatedly, unable to get close at all.
After a few blows, cold sweat broke out on Du Mingfang's forehead and soaked his back.
This person is far more capable than he imagined; he's not comparable to someone like Xue Liang at all.
"I'll help you!"
Seeing that his brother was no match for him, Liang Tingfang immediately spurred his horse forward, swung his broadsword in a wide arc, and chopped it down on Zuo Xiong's head.
"Even if the thieves use a relentless attack, I won't be afraid in the slightest!"
Zuo Xiong roared and swung his axe horizontally, colliding fiercely with Liang Tingfang's broadsword.
"clang."
With a loud bang and sparks flying, Liang Tingfang felt a tremendous force coming from the blade.
A sharp pain shot through his hand, and the broadsword nearly flew out of his grasp. He swayed a couple of times on the horse's back.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Du Mingfang launched an attack, aiming a single knife straight for Zuo Xiong's throat.
His strike was swift and ruthless; he believed he had seized an excellent opportunity.
But he underestimated Zuo Xiong's speed.
Before the knife could even strike, Zuo Xiong had already grabbed the axe handle and thrust it back at him.
The axe handle had a pointed end, like a spear, sharp and pointed.
"Pfft."
With a muffled thud, the tip of the axe handle precisely pierced Du Mingfang's chest and emerged.
Blood droplets dripped from the tip of the tail, gleaming a dark red in the sunlight.
Zuo Xiong remained expressionless, pulled out the axe handle, turned the axe head, and cleaved horizontally.
"brush."
Before Du Mingfang could fall off his horse, his head was severed from his neck by the axe, rolling far away.
Fresh blood gushed from the cavity, staining the horse's back red.
"brother!"
Liang Tingfang's eyes were bloodshot and his gaze was almost bloodshot. He swung his broadsword out with all his might.
Zuo Xiong raised his axe to block the attack, remaining calm and composed.
He then retaliated with another axe swing.
Liang Tingfang couldn't dodge in time, and his head was chopped off again. His body fell off the horse, rolled twice on the ground, and then fell silent.
"Good! Well done!"
Xue Liang, who had returned to the formation, shouted praises and clapped his hands loudly.
Although he was no match for the enemy general, it didn't matter; at least he was still alive.
Besides, by going up there and exhausting the opponent's strength, wasn't he also making a contribution?
Zuo Xiong deserves at least a ten percent credit for killing these two men, right?
After several battles, two of the four generals were killed.
Qin Qiong's expression changed drastically, and his hand holding the reins trembled slightly.
He had personally tested the martial arts of these four generals, and although they were not considered outstanding.
He was a fierce general, second only to Qin Qiong and above ordinary generals.
However, when faced with this general under Yang Lin's command, the two of them, working together, could not harm him in the slightest, and instead both lost their lives!
"Father, I'm going to kill this enemy general!"
At that moment, Qin Yong stepped forward.
He carried a pair of brass gourd-shaped hammers in his hands; the hammerheads were shiny and quite heavy.
Some time ago, he and Qin Qiong disagreed on the matter of leading foreigners south, but one thing is one thing, and once they left home, he was still Qin Qiong's adopted son.
I eat the king's food and share the king's worries.
He was not only Qin Qiong's subject, but also his adopted son.
If we shrink back at this moment, how can we live up to the kindness of our godfather who has taught us for so many years?
"Be careful, son; this thief is cunning!"
Qin Qiong nodded and solemnly gave a word of advice.
"good!"
Qin Yong said no more, grabbed the brass gourd hammer, spurred his horse's belly with his legs, and charged out of the formation.
Another thief has arrived.
Zuo Xiong looked at the newly appointed enemy general with a smile in his eyes.
Today seemed like a golden opportunity for him to make a name for himself, killing one after another until his hands were practically burning with excitement.
He swung his great axe at Qin Yong, intending to settle the score with a single blow, just as he had done before.
But when he swung the axe, he found that it was not as devastating as before.
The newly arrived enemy general raised his brass gourd-shaped hammer, which collided violently with the fish-headed and phoenix-tailed axe in his hand.
A deafening roar shook everyone's eardrums, and sparks flew between the two weapons.
Zuo Xiong felt an overwhelming force surge through the axe handle, and a sharp pain shot through his tiger's mouth.
"snort."
Seeing that he was no match for the enemy, Zuo Xiong immediately came up with a plan.
His tailless horse doesn't actually have no tail; it just hides it.
The purpose is to catch the enemy off guard at a crucial moment.
If he feigns defeat and the enemy dares to pursue him, he can immediately unleash a deadly move that will surely make them regret their actions.
Having made up his mind, Zuo Xiong feinted with his axe, forcing Qin Yong to take a half step back. Then, he suddenly turned his horse around and rode away.
The tailless horse galloped, its hooves flying and dust billowing, and in the blink of an eye it had darted a distance equivalent to an arrow's flight.
Qin Yong reined in his warhorse and did not pursue.
He stood there, holding the brass gourd-shaped hammer, watching helplessly as Zuo Xiong ran further and further away.
As the saying goes, one should not pursue a desperate enemy.
Zuo Xiong still had the strength to spare, yet he suddenly abandoned the fight and fled. Clearly, he was not truly unable to win, but rather had other plans.
The godfather had a trump card: he appeared to be retreating, but in reality, he was secretly gathering strength, waiting for his pursuers to fall into his trap.
He feared that Zuo Xiong also possessed such deadly moves, so he did not pursue.
Zuo Xiong ran halfway and looked back, only to see the enemy general wielding the hammer still standing in the same spot, motionless.
He immediately began to have doubts. Why not chase after them?
He rarely uses this tailless killing move, and very few people know the details.
Every move he makes is a sure kill; he never misses.
But the enemy general he encountered today didn't give him a chance to make a move.
Returning to the formation, Zuo Xiong clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, this humble general is no match for you and accepts punishment."
He sighed, shook his head, and spoke with a hint of resentment.
"You have rendered meritorious service in this battle, how can I, the king, fail to reward or punish you fairly?"
Yang Lin raised his hand, gesturing for him to stand up.
He remembered the merit of killing two enemy generals and would not let this minor setback erase it.
"Now that we have blunted the enemy's momentum, brave soldiers of Dengzhou, kill the enemy and achieve merit!"
Yang Lin raised the command flag in his hand and swung it forward sharply.
The flag fluttered in the wind, as if the last floodgate had been opened.
"Kill! Kill the enemy and earn merit!"
The soldiers of Dengzhou were already poised for battle, bows drawn and swords unsheathed, waiting only for the order to strike.
In an instant, warhorses neighed and their iron hooves flew, and soldiers shouted as they charged out of the battle formation, surging towards the enemy lines like a tidal wave.
Swords and spears were drawn, arrows rained down like locusts, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens and the earth.
"Whoever kills Yang Lin's adopted son will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold!"
Whoever kills Yang Lin will be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!
Qin Qiong remained calm on his horse, showing no sign of panic despite the loss of two generals.
He also had Luo Shixin, who was the real trump card, the last card he had kept hidden at the bottom of his chest.
All that's left is for Luo Shixin to go straight for Yang Lin and decide the fate of the world in one battle once the chaos begins.