Douluo: One man returns, Fan Tianyin smashes Tang San to death

Hearing this, Meng Yiran sighed softly, walked to his side, and said softly, "You always think so much.

No matter how powerful the Wuhun Empire is, we are still not without a chance.

At least you are still here, and we still have hope."

She paused, trying to lighten the mood, "Don't forget, Ma Hongjun is waiting for you to go drinking with him."

After hearing this, Lu Yu's mouth corners slightly raised, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

He looked up at the sky outside the city. The mist had completely dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky.

He whispered, "Hope...I hope so."

The next morning, the tranquility of Mengyang City was broken by a low horn sound.

The sentry on the city wall stood up straight suddenly, looking into the distance in horror.

On the horizon, the Wuhun Empire's army surged in like a tide, their black crow flags fluttering in the morning light.

The soul masters were dressed in uniform, marching in step, and full of murderous intent.

In the distance, huge soul guides were pushed onto the battlefield, and the muzzles flashed with a cold light, which was frightening.

Lu Yu stood on the city wall, watching all this with a cold gaze.

Ma Hongjun beside him clenched his fists, the aura of the Flame Martial Spirit faintly flowing around him. He gritted his teeth and said, "These guys are finally going to get serious!"

The leader was a young Soul Emperor, about thirty years old, wearing silver armor and with a stern face.

He stood in front of the legion, holding a spear in his hand. The fluctuations of his level 62 soul power were not concealed at all, emitting a powerful sense of oppression.

He smiled coldly, suddenly raised his spear, and shouted: "The First Legion of the Wuhun Empire, attack!"

Before he finished speaking, the soul master army behind him shouted in unison, and the fluctuations of soul power swept over like waves.

At the same time, the soul cannon in the distance made a deafening roar, and blazing rays of light streaked across the sky, heading straight for the light curtain of Mengyang City.

Explosions rang out one after another. The soul masters on the city wall felt their eardrums buzzing and the ground beneath their feet was shaking slightly.

The old senior who was in charge of maintaining the light curtain stood in the center of the city wall, forming seals with his hands, and continuously injected his soul power into the light curtain.

His martial soul is an ancient talisman that emits a faint golden light, supporting the last line of defense of Mengyang City.

However, faced with the terrifying power of the soul cannon, his face became paler and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Finally, after a round of fierce bombardment, the light curtain made a crisp "crack" sound.

The sound instantly lost its light and turned into countless fragments that dissipated in the air.

The old man's body trembled violently, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered back, his breath rapidly weakening.

The soul master beside him quickly supported him and exclaimed, "Senior!"

"Hurry... retreat quickly!"

The old man was barely breathing, his voice trembling, "The light curtain has been broken, we can't hold on anymore..."

Before he finished speaking, the spirit masters of the Wuhun Empire rushed towards the city wall like a tide.

The bombardment of the soul cannon continued, tearing several huge cracks in the city wall, with rubble flying and dust filling the air.

The soul masters on the city wall were in a panic. Some tried to fight back, while others fled in all directions. The battle situation instantly fell into chaos.

Yuan Shao stood in the center of the city wall, holding a golden sword, and roared, "Soldiers! For the Jialuo Empire, for the people of this city, fight to the death against the lackeys of the Wuhun Empire!"

He raised his arms and shouted, his soul power burst out, golden light spread everywhere, and he looked like a god of war, trying to stabilize the morale of the army.

However, the Wuhun Empire's offensive was too fierce.

The soul masters on the city wall fought back with all their might. The soul masters with archery spirits drew their longbows and shot arrows at the enemy like raindrops.

Huge broken logs and boulders were pushed down the city wall and smashed onto the spirit masters of the Wuhun Empire who were trying to climb up, making a deafening roar.

Even so, the enemy's offensive did not decrease at all. Soul masters continued to pour in from the gap, and the sound of fighting resounded through the sky.

At this moment, a terrifying aura came from afar and instantly enveloped the entire place.

The soul masters on the city wall felt their hearts tighten and their movements stopped involuntarily.

A Titled Douluo in a black robe slowly walked over, the long sword in his hand emitting a cold light.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He sneered and swung his sword, slashing out several terrifying sword auras.

The sword energy whizzed past, tearing a huge crack in the city wall, and the city gate exploded directly, with fragments flying everywhere.

"not good!"

Yuan Shao's pupils shrank sharply, and he roared, "Title Douluo!"

Countless soldiers died in the sword energy, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the smell of blood filled the air, making people sick.

The only Titled Douluo in Mengyang City, Hai Douluo, immediately went to meet him.

His martial soul was a blue trident. His soul power exploded and turned into a blue light curtain, trying to block the opponent's attack.

However, the other two Titled Douluo of the Wuhun Empire quickly arrived, and the three of them joined forces, their power was unstoppable.

Although Hai Douluo tried his best, he was still suppressed. The city wall collapsed in their battle and turned into ruins.

Lu Yu stood at a corner of the city wall, waving the long sword in his hand. The sword light was like a rainbow, and he killed several soul masters of the Wuhun Empire who rushed up one after another.

Ma Hongjun and Meng Yiran followed closely behind, with flames and arrows intertwined, barely holding on to a small area.

However, the number of enemies was too large, the gap in the city wall continued to expand, the soul cannons in the rear were still wreaking havoc, the soul masters suffered heavy casualties, and the situation was completely out of control.

"Lu Yu! We can't hold on any longer!"

Ma Hongjun gritted his teeth, the fiery aura of his flame martial spirit swirling around him, "If you don't leave now, you'll be surrounded and killed here!"

Meng Yiran fired an arrow, repelling an enemy. He turned to look at Lu Yu, his eyes filled with anxiety: "He's right! The reinforcements from the Wuhun Empire are still pouring in. We must retreat!"

Lu Yu's gaze swept across the battlefield. The city walls had turned into ruins, soul masters were either fighting or fleeing, and blood flowed like a river.

He gripped the sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, but his heart was cold.

He knew that this battle was impossible to win, and if he continued to stay, his entire army would be wiped out.

"go!"

Lu Yu finally made up his mind, his voice low and firm, "Let's evacuate Mengyang City!"

The three of them quickly turned around and rushed towards the retreat route in the city.

Behind him, the soul masters of the Wuhun Empire poured in like a tide, and the sounds of fighting and explosions intertwined into one.

Lu Yu did not stop, but his heart was extremely heavy.

Mengyang City finally fell.

The night was as dark as ink. On the forest path outside Mengyang City, a cold wind howled, carrying with it the smoke and blood of the distant battlefield, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts. Lu Yu stood under an old pine tree, his gaze piercing through the sparse branches, fixed on the distant direction of Mengyang City.

Flames shot up into the sky from the top of the city wall, and the flags of the Wuhun Empire were faintly visible. Shouts of killing came like a tide, but were torn apart by the wind and drifted away intermittently.

The team behind him consisted of more than a dozen soul masters with different expressions. Some tightly grasped their weapons with uneasiness in their eyes, while others spoke in low voices, trying to hide their inner nervousness.

Lu Yu frowned slightly, the long sword in his hand was inserted diagonally into the mud, and the cloth wrapped around the hilt was soaked with sweat.

He was wearing a gray-black robe, the corners of which swayed slightly in the wind, revealing the mud and blood stains on his boots.

The scene of the evacuation from Mengyang City just now is still vivid in my mind: the defenders led by Yuan Shao were defeated under the fierce attack of the Wuhun Empire, the light of soul skills and the sound of explosions on the city wall were intertwined, the corpses of soul masters piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like a river.

Although Lu Yu and his group managed to escape, the fate of the city behind them was like a sharp blade hanging over their heads, which could fall at any time.

"Lu Yu, we can't go any further."

Meng Yiran's voice came from behind, low and rapid.

She was dressed in a cyan outfit, with a snake staff leaning against her shoulder. Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her eyes were filled with anxiety. "The Spirit Empire's offensive is too fierce. I'm afraid Yuan Shao and the others won't be able to hold out for much longer.

If the reinforcements from the Garo Empire don't arrive, we will die in vain if we stay here."

Lu Yu turned around, his eyes swept over Meng Yiran's pretty but slightly tired face, and then looked at Ma Hongjun who was standing beside her.

Ma Hongjun crossed his arms across his chest, his fiery red robe standing out against the night sky, but his face was solemn, unlike his usual playful expression.

He nodded and agreed, "You are still right, Lu Yu.

The people in the Wuhun Empire have a lot of Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo, and the number of us is not even enough to fill the gaps in our teeth.

Fighting head-on is courting death, so retreat."

The other soul masters in the team also began to discuss in low voices. Although their voices were soft, they revealed uneasiness and hesitation.

Lu Yu was silent for a moment, his eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and his voice was low but firm: "Retreat is a dead end.

The Wuhun Empire's First Legion is led by Hu Liena, and their marching speed is extremely fast. If we retreat blindly, they will only catch up and defeat us one by one."

He paused, his gaze turning towards the distant Mengyang City, "I received news from the pharmacy that the Second Legion of the Jialuo Empire is on the way and will arrive in two or three hours at most.

We only need to set up an ambush near Mengyang City to delay their attack. Once reinforcements arrive, we will have the opportunity to counterattack."

As soon as these words were spoken, a low cry of surprise was heard in the team.

Meng Yiran's expression changed, and he said anxiously, "Set an ambush? Lu Yu, are you crazy? With so few people, how can we stop the Spirit Empire's troops? Any Soul Douluo under Hu Liena can crush us to pieces!"

She took a step forward and slammed her snake staff down on the ground, sending dirt flying. "Even if you're right and reinforcements can arrive, Yuan Shao won't be able to hold out for that long.

If we are surrounded by the Wuhun Empire's army, we won't be able to leave even if we want to!"

Ma Hongjun also frowned and said, "Lu Yu, I know you're not afraid of death, but among us, there are only a few Soul Saints. How can we confront the Spirit Empire head-on? Your plan sounds good, but the risks are too great."

He scratched his head, his tone somewhat helpless, "How about we retreat to the back mountain first, find a place to hide, and make plans after the reinforcements arrive?"

Lu Yu's gaze lingered on their faces for a moment. He saw Meng Yiran's worry and Ma Hongjun's hesitation.

He was not unaware of the dangers of his plan, but if he simply retreated, it would only be a matter of time before the entire Garo Empire fell.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "I know what you are worried about, but if we do nothing, the fall of Mengyang City is just the beginning.

The Wuhun Empire's target is the entire Jialuo Empire, and they will not give us a chance to breathe.

The purpose of setting an ambush is not to fight hard, but to buy time.

As long as we can hold back their advance team, reinforcements from the Garo Empire will arrive.

Only then will we have a chance to turn the tables.”

Meng Yiran opened her mouth, as if she wanted to refute, but seeing the unquestionable determination in Lu Yu's eyes, she swallowed her words back.

She gritted her teeth, turned and looked into the distance, and whispered, "I hope you are right."

Ma Hongjun shrugged and patted Lu Yu on the shoulder: "Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say.

But I have to remind you, Hu Liena is not someone you can easily mess with."

Lu Yu nodded slightly and turned his gaze back to Mengyang City in the distance.

In the darkness of the night, the fire grew brighter, but the shouting and screaming gradually became sparse, as if foreshadowing that the resistance in the city was nearing its end.

His heart sank, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword. He whispered, "Get ready. Let's set up an ambush on the hill."

The low mountain is located a few miles west of Mengyang City. The terrain is not high but the forest is dense. The mountain paths are winding and hidden, making it an ideal place to set an ambush.

Lu Yu and his group sneaked into the mountains quietly, and quickly dispersed under the cover of night and tree shadows.

Lu Yu stood on a hillside, overlooking the winding path below, with the sound of the wind and the faint sound of horse hooves in the distance filling his ears.

Beside him, Meng Yiran and Ma Hongjun each led a team to ambush in the woods on both sides. They restrained their aura so well that not even the birds were disturbed.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally a low sound of footsteps could be heard in the distance, accompanied by the sound of weapons clashing.

Lu Yu narrowed his eyes and looked through the gaps in the trees. He saw a Wuhun Empire advance team of about thirty people moving along the path.

The leading general was a burly man, wearing heavy armor and a sword at his waist. His steps were steady but with a hint of arrogance.

In the team, a thin young man followed closely behind, looking around from time to time with vigilance in his eyes.

"Sir, those rabble of the Garo Empire have already been frightened out of their wits. How could they dare to set an ambush?"

The burly general chuckled softly, his tone full of disdain, "Lady Hu Liena is too cautious. Sending us out to explore the way is a complete waste of time."

The thin young man frowned and whispered, "Sir, it's always better to be cautious.

Since Lady Hu Liena made such arrangements, she must have her reasons.

Besides, her brother is the commander of the Second Legion, so please don't talk nonsense."

The general snorted, seemingly disapproving, but said nothing more.

The team continued to move forward at a slightly relaxed pace, obviously not taking the forest seriously.

Lu Yu hid in the dark, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and winked at a man in coarse cloth beside him.

The man understood and pretended to be a passerby, staggering out of the woods, holding a tattered oil lamp in his hand and humming a tune, like a civilian traveling at night.

"Who's there?"

The thin young man was the first to notice it, and shouted loudly, pointing the spear in his hand at the man.

The team stopped suddenly, and the soul masters showed their soul rings and looked around vigilantly.

The man pretended to be startled, nearly dropping the lamp. He waved his hands hastily, "Don't, don't do that! I'm just passing through, taking a break in the woods. I don't mean any harm!"

His voice was trembling and had a hint of a country accent, so he sounded completely non-threatening.

The general frowned and sized him up a few times. Seeing that his clothes were tattered and he had no vital signs, he seemed like an ordinary person. So he waved his hand and said, "Get lost, don't get in the way." (End of Chapter)