"Come, fight me!"

Bai Miao roared, leading his soldiers charging forward.

Facing this imposing group of enemy soldiers, Zhang Liao narrowed his eyes. His crescent-shaped halberd drew a semicircular arc in the air, and he let out a thunderous roar:

"Kill them all! Leave none alive!"

As soon as the order was given, the soldiers, who had been prepared for battle, charged forward.

"Kill!"

The cry of "kill" shouted from both sides echoed through Yànluó Mountain, making it lively even on this winter day.

Horse hooves pounded the soft earth, mud flying everywhere. The heat of battle flushed everyone's faces, and their bodies grew warm with anticipation.

As the distance narrowed, accompanied by the clash of metal, the two armies collided. In an instant, deafening cries of battle echoed through the mountains!

Zhang Liao took the lead, bringing his men to charge towards Bai Miao.

On the opposite side, Bai Miao was no different. In this chaotic battlefield, his eyes had already focused on the enemy general in front of him.

"Tap tap!"

The clatter of hooves echoed through the air. Zhang Liao sat astride his warhorse, his eyes fixed ahead, his crescent-shaped halberd held tightly in his grip.

In the next instant, he raised his right arm and brandished his spear!

There was a loud boom.

This strike directly dismounted a barbarian cavalryman blocking the way ahead!

The barbarian soldier let out a pained cry. A clearly visible blood hole had appeared near his shoulder, where the crescent-shaped halberd had pierced him, and the wound was now gaping open as it was lifted.

With this strike, the churning blood revealed a ghastly glimpse of white bone.

But his screams were soon cut short, for Zhang Liao's cavalry beside him had already thrust their spears into his throat!

You are not his opponents! Watch me kill him!

At this very moment, a roar erupted from behind the lifeless barbarian soldier.

Bai Miao rode astride a warhorse, each hand wielding an iron spear. The youthful and handsome face contorted with bulging veins, appearing somewhat ferocious.

Zhang Liao glared coldly, stomped his right foot on the horse's belly, and the sharp spurs pierced its flesh. The warhorse let out a neigh and bolted forward.

In just a few steps, the two had closed the distance between them, and the soldiers around them wisely made way.

Such battles between generals, they stand by and are unable to help, and may even hinder their own general's victory because they get in the way.

With a "boom," the sound of metal clashing echoed through the air.

In the blink of an eye, both sides struck at the same time!

Zhang Liao's spear thrust was even faster, his crescent-shaped halberd slicing through the air, aiming straight for Bai Miao's throat!

Although Bai Miao was surprised by the person's faster attack, he had already made preparations. The moment the Crescent Moon Halberd came stabbing, two iron forks were simultaneously thrust forward.

Although the trident was short, it was exceptionally sharp. When it collided with the crescent blade, Bai Miao twisted his wrist and clamped down on the crescent blade with a firm grip.

Zhang Liao's eyebrows shot up, and he exerted his strength with both hands, but the crescent blade in his hand was firmly gripped by the iron spear, unable to budge even a fraction of an inch!

"He's quite the skilled one!"

Zhang Liao let out a cold snort, no longer pulling back his crescent blade. Instead, he kicked the horse's belly with one foot, using its forward momentum to thrust his crescent blade forward with incredible speed!

Bai Miao's face changed. Following his usual tactics, if he encountered an enemy using a short blade, he would charge directly at them. He was confident that his pair of iron forks could pierce the enemy's throat with lightning speed.

But if facing a long bladed weapon, one must react after the attack has been launched. Then, use the iron fork to clamp their weapon and pull it away from them.

But this time, it seems like this method isn't working.

The moment Bai Miao clamped onto the crescent moon halberd, she exerted all her strength, using every ounce of power in her wrist. She intended to twist the halberd with one swift movement. If the opponent didn't let go, their arm would be twisted.

But to his surprise, after all that effort, the crescent moon halberd remained motionless!

And at this moment, the person before him was utterly unconcerned about his weapon being grasped, instead using the momentum of the charging horse to fiercely thrust forward!

Faced with this impact, Bai Miao took a deep breath and hurriedly flipped her wrist, releasing the crescent moon halberd.

At the same time, he ducked sideways, successfully dodging the thrust of the attack!

But the next instant, a gust of wind came crashing!

Only to see that crescent moon halberd turned into a phantom, its silver-white and icy tip darted left and right, all aiming for the face or throat!

This intensive, rain-like assault startled Bai Miao. She hurriedly swung the iron spear in her hand to block it.

"Bang bang bang!"

In just a few breaths, the two had exchanged over a dozen moves.

Zhang Liao's tactics were very simple, only left jabs and right thrusts, but his speed was incredibly swift. Every thrust became faster and faster. Bai Miao reacted quickly as well, resolving every fierce attack.

But—

His temples were already slick with sweat, and he was breathing hard, gasping for air even.

Though the fight had lasted only a brief moment, hot sweat was already trickling down his forehead.

Bai Miao knew that in this frantic battle, the slightest mistake could result in instant death.

But now he's falling increasingly behind in the offensive.

My own breath was already disordered.

The reason why his breath was disordered, apart from the fact that the enemy in front of him was very strong, there were other factors.

As he fought, a glance from the corner of his eye revealed that his own troops had been routed and were scattered in disarray.

The barbarian tribesmen, renowned for their formidable military prowess, are now being overwhelmed by the contingent of soldiers concealed within the mountains.

As Bai Miao, who only became one of the Eight Tiger Generals in the past two years, he did not have much battlefield experience.

He was only 21 years old, and among the young generation of barbarians, he was an outstanding young warrior.

Many years ago, in the Battle of Chiyang Valley, the barbarians suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the renowned Red Flame Army. Bai Miao was still young at that time and did not participate in the battle.

He often wondered how powerful the Red Flame Army truly was. If he were to face them today with his current barbarian army, what would his chances of victory be?

But this, in the end, is a pointless answer.

Now he was very sure that the general before him, and his troops, were incredibly strong, perhaps as formidable as the Red Flame Army of old.

At this moment, the army was so powerful that he no longer felt any hope of victory.

As they lay in ambush at the foot of the mountain, a landslide caused by a colossal boulder crushed their army into pieces. When casualties were everywhere, Bai Miao felt an intense unease in her heart.

Whether it was the king or his other brothers, they were all scattered. They each went their separate ways toward the nearest mountain path.

But right now, meeting this general and his troops here, what about the others?

Bai Miao had already vaguely guessed the answer.

A massive attack, the army was scattered and fled to their nearest location. This, I'm afraid, must be the enemy's scheme.

At the end of every path, there will be an enemy soldier.

Since the enemy dared to divide their troops in such a way, it meant that they were confident and had the upper hand.

A tremendous roar came from the front and rear, it must have been our back road being cut off. If the enemy had chosen to block our retreat, they intended to trap everyone here on Yanlu Mountain.

By this point, Bai Miao had everything clear.

Qin Ze's words are true.

All who enter find it hard to escape, and may even be consumed entirely...

"

Hiss—

Bai Miao gasped, drawing in a sharp breath. Blood spurted from the severed index and ring fingers.

In a moment of distraction, his two fingers had already been severed by the sharp crescent blade.

He jerked the reins, pulling the warhorse back two steps and creating distance between himself and the person before him.

"Not bad, you have some skill. " Zhang Liao spat out a mouthful of foul air and looked at Bai Miao.

The pain transmitted through his hand paled Bai Miao's face, but his expression remained as composed as ever.

He gasped for breath, his blood-soaked hand still tightly gripping the iron spear. He looked at Zhang Liao:

Tell me, on all the other paths to the mountaintop, are there your soldiers as well?

Zhang Liao twisted his neck, urging his warhorse forward and approaching coldly, "

"Well, you're right, there are troops and horses."

These barbarian soldiers were being pressed hard, and the number of those falling was increasing. Zhang Liao knew that it was only a matter of time before they would be completely wiped out.

There's no need to hide anything anymore at this point.

Once you've drawn your bow, there is no turning back. Stepping onto Yanlu Mountain means you've walked into a dead end.

As the Lord said, good words are hard to persuade a doomed ghost.

The chance to survive had been given, but their ambition ultimately led them to abandon their lives and choose death.

And Bai Miao's face became even paler, a wry smile appearing on her face.

The pain in his hand still lingered, but he no longer cared. He uttered his final words:

"Were the other generals like you?"

Zhang Liao raised his crescent-shaped halberd, ready to launch another attack. This time, he intended to decisively eliminate the opponent before him.

And at this moment, hearing Bai Miao's question, he glanced at the young soldier, and said in a low voice:

"No, there's even better!"

"Come and get me!"

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