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

Lu Yu knew that Ma Fan did not distrust General Cheng, but was aware that the situation on the front line was far more serious than he had imagined.

The Spirit Empire's siege strategy was clearly intended to wear down their support force, thereby completely depriving the frontline cities of external aid.

Once the city falls, the defense line of the Garo Empire will be in danger of collapse.

As time passed, the atmosphere on the mountain became more and more depressing.

As night fell and the cold wind blew, the soldiers sat around the campfire, talking in low voices, trying to use words to dispel the uneasiness in their hearts.

Lu Yu stood under an ancient tree, closed his eyes and concentrated, his soul power slowly flowing through his body, trying to keep himself calm.

He knew that every bit of calmness at this moment was a responsibility to the team.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence of the night.

A scout stumbled over, his face filled with uncontrollable excitement. "General Ma! Lord Lu Yu! Reinforcements... reinforcements have arrived! They've already stormed up the mountain and will soon join us!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding soldiers suddenly became excited.

The originally low morale was instantly ignited. Ma Fan suddenly raised his head, a gleam of excitement in his eyes: "Really? Reinforcements have arrived?!"

The scout nodded vigorously, "Absolutely true! It's the troops sent by General Cheng, over ten thousand strong, charging up from the foot of the mountain!"

Ma Fan acted decisively and gave the order in a resounding voice, "All troops, prepare for battle! Prepare to join up with reinforcements, fight our way out, and break through the siege of the Spirit Empire!"

The soldiers quickly stood up, adjusted their armor, gripped their weapons tightly, and the fighting spirit rekindled in their eyes.

Lu Yu also felt a warmth in his chest, as if the huge rock pressing on his heart was slightly moved away.

He gripped his sword tightly and followed Ma Fan to the mountainside, ready to welcome the arrival of reinforcements.

However, when the reinforcements appeared on the forest path, Lu Yu frowned slightly.

The flag of the reinforcements was indeed that of the Garo Empire, and the soldiers' armor was also normal, but there was always an indescribable sense of weirdness.

He turned his head to look at the deputy general Li Ze beside him and found that the other party also showed a puzzled look.

"General Ma, something seems to be wrong."

Li Ze whispered, "The Spirit Empire's siege is so tight, how could the reinforcements make it so easy to get up the mountain? The resistance along the way... seems too weak."

Ma Fan's expression changed slightly when he heard this.

He also noticed something unusual - according to common sense, the Wuhun Empire's besieging troops had at least several thousand people, and the proportion of soul masters was extremely high. If the reinforcements wanted to break through, they would have to pay a heavy price.

However, scouts reported that the reinforcements encountered resistance from less than a thousand men along the way, which was totally inconsistent with the size of the force that trapped thousands of people.

"Perhaps the Spirit Empire deliberately sent reinforcements up the mountain to lure us out?"

Lu Yu said tentatively, with a hint of caution in his voice.

Ma Fan pondered for a moment, waved his hand and said, "In any case, the reinforcements have arrived, and we must seize this opportunity.

Everyone, listen up, prepare to break out!"

Although he had doubts, time was running out and he didn't have time to think too much.

Seeing this, Lu Yu had no choice but to suppress his uneasiness and follow the team forward.

However, just as the two armies were about to meet, a shrill laugh suddenly came from the depths of the forest.

The laughter was sharp and cold, as if it could pierce one's eardrums.

Then, a deep voice came from all directions: "You fools of the Jialuo Empire, you have been fooled!"

Lu Yu's heart trembled, and he looked up suddenly, only to see the soldiers of the Wuhun Empire appear like ghosts in the shadows of the mountains and forests.

They held torches in their hands, the flames dancing in the darkness, reflecting the hideous smiles on their faces.

The voice continued, full of sarcasm: "Tell me, what is this forest most afraid of?"

Ma Fan's face turned pale instantly, and he almost roared, "It's fire! Retreat! It's a trap!"

But before he could finish his words, the surrounding trees were already engulfed in flames.

The flames swept in like a giant beast, accompanied by thick smoke and hot air waves, engulfing the entire mountain.

Lu Yu tried to mobilize his soul power to resist, but found that the flame was extremely strange and his soul power could not extinguish it.

Screams, shouts, and the sounds of weapons falling to the ground intertwined together. The soldiers of the Garo Empire struggled in the sea of ​​fire, but to no avail.

Lu Yu swung his sword to cut through the flames, trying to protect the soldiers around him, but the flames spread much faster than he had imagined.

In just a few minutes, the mountains and forests turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the soldiers of the Garo Empire were either burned to death or choked unconscious by the thick smoke.

The reinforcements were not spared either. Instead of bringing hope, their arrival became part of the trap.

Lu Yu gritted his teeth, exerted all his soul power to protect himself and several soldiers beside him, and struggled to break out down the mountain.

However, the fire grew more and more intense, the thick smoke obscured the vision, and the heat wave almost roasted people.

He watched his comrades fall one by one, his eyes filled with grief, anger and unwillingness.

An hour later, the fire finally subsided, but the entire mountain was reduced to scorched earth.

None of the 14000 soldiers of the Garo Empire, including reinforcements, survived.

The mountains, forests and surrounding villages were also engulfed by the fire and reduced to ashes.

After the fire was extinguished, the army of the Wuhun Empire walked out from the shadows.

The leader was a tall middle-aged man with a stern face and undisguised pride in his eyes.

Next to him stood a mysterious man in black, whose appearance was difficult to identify. He was called "Master Gu".

The tall middle-aged man sneered and said, "The Jialuo Empire still wants to retreat to the forest and mountains to avoid death. It is really stupid.

This fire saved us a lot of trouble.”

He turned to look at Master Gu, his tone somewhat respectful: "Thank you for your help, Master Gu. Our army suffered very few casualties in this battle. The Pope will surely be satisfied."

Master Gu said in a low voice with a hint of indifference: "I am a partner with your Pope. Today's battle is just to ensure that he fulfills his promise.

All 14000 people have been wiped out. That frontline city is powerless to fight back. What happens next depends on you."

The tall middle-aged man nodded, a fierce look flashing in his eyes: "Don't worry, the Pope's promises never fail.

This city will soon be ours."

At the same time, in the frontline city of the Garo Empire, General Cheng stayed awake all night.

He stood outside the tent, staring at the night sky in the distance, his heart full of anxiety.

The reinforcements were slow to arrive, and the scouts' reports were becoming increasingly vague. He had a vague sense of unease, but he was unwilling to accept the worst possible outcome.

Just as daybreak was about to break, a scout stumbled into the tent, his face filled with panic. "General! This is terrible! The support troops and the reinforcements... have been completely wiped out! In last night's fire, none of the 14000 men survived!"

General Cheng was struck by lightning when he heard this.

His eyes widened, his face turned pale in an instant, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"14000 people... all gone?"

His voice was trembling with incredible despair.

The next moment, he suddenly covered his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed, unconscious.

The bad news spread quickly throughout the front-line cities, and the soldiers talked about it privately. The morale, which had improved slightly due to the previous victory, instantly plummeted to the bottom.

The soul masters and ordinary soldiers in the city looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear for the future.

Lu Yu's disappearance and the annihilation of 14000 people made everyone realize that the Wuhun Empire's offensive was no longer resistable.

The city’s defenses were already weak, and now they are even worse.

After the second prince learned the news, he rushed to General Cheng’s tent immediately.

Looking at the pale old man lying unconscious on the bed, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

He comforted her softly, "General Cheng, please take good care of your injuries first. I will take care of the follow-up matters."

But having said that, his heart was filled with worries.

The loss of 14000 men had nearly depleted the Jialuo Empire's reserves. With only a few thousand soul masters and soldiers in the city, how could they possibly withstand the Spirit Empire's assault? Just then, a subordinate hurriedly reported, "Your Highness! The Spirit Empire is challenging us at the front lines, preparing to storm the city!"

The Second Prince's eyes narrowed when he heard this.

He knew very well that this was a critical moment for the survival of the Garo Empire. The Wuhun Empire had the dual advantages of military strength and morale. If they retreated at this time, the city would be lost.

He turned to look at a Titled Douluo beside him, who advised: "Your Highness, you are of noble status, it is not appropriate for you to go to the front lines in person!"

The Second Prince shook his head, his eyes determined: "If the Jialuo Empire is destroyed, I will be left with nothing.

General Cheng has fallen ill, and I must step forward."

He paused, his voice filled with unquestionable determination: "Pass the order down, I will personally go to the front line to supervise the battle! No matter what, the city gate cannot be lost!"

Although Lu Yu's figure had disappeared in the sea of ​​fire, his belief seemed to still echo in the air.

The second prince clenched his fists and walked towards the city wall, with the soldiers' fighting spirit gradually gathering behind him.

In this critical moment, the fate of the Garo Empire hangs by a thread.

Outside the city gates, the wind was howling, mixed with the sound of war drums coming from afar, as if the whole world was humming for the upcoming bloody battle.

The walls of the Garo Empire stand tall on the desolate plains. After a hundred years of wind and rain, the walls are covered with knife marks and charred traces of artillery fire, like a scarred old soldier, silently guarding the land behind him.

However, the city gate seemed extremely fragile at this moment. The defenders on the city wall were sparse, their armor was covered with dust and dried blood, and their eyes were filled with fatigue and despair.

The army of the Wuhun Empire was approaching like a tide, and the dark army formation stretched as far as the eye could see. The soul rings of the soul masters flickered in the morning mist, like stars falling to the ground, carrying with them a breath of destruction.

The general named Ma on the city wall tightly grasped the long sword in his hand, his veins bulged and his knuckles turned white from excessive force.

His eyes were fixed on the enemy in the distance, his teeth were clenched, and his chest was filled with rage, but he had nowhere to vent it.

"If I had the power of a Titled Douluo, I would kill him until a river of blood flowed!"

He roared in a low voice, his voice filled with endless grief and anger.

The generals beside him also had heavy expressions. Their armor was full of cracks, and some even had blood stains that had not yet dried.

In last night's surprise attack, the Garo Empire lost more than 14,000 soldiers. The defenders in the city now number less than 10,000. With food and grass cut off and no hope of reinforcements, the city gate has become an isolated city.

Several generals looked at each other, with helplessness and unwillingness in their eyes. They knew that facing the elite army of soul masters of the Wuhun Empire, they could not reverse the situation with their own strength.

In this desperate atmosphere, heavy footsteps were heard from behind the city wall, accompanied by a low cough.

The generals looked back and their faces changed suddenly. They saw an old man in old-style armor slowly walking towards them.

He was slightly hunched, his hair was gray, and the wrinkles on his face were as deep as if carved by a knife, but his eyes revealed an unyielding tenacity.

This man was none other than General Cheng, a highly respected veteran in the Jialuo Empire's army and the commander-in-chief of the city's defenders.

However, at this moment, his face was pale, with a trace of dried blood at the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously ill and extremely weak.

"Old General!"

General Ma stepped forward quickly, his tone filled with anxiety and worry. "You haven't fully recovered yet, how can you go to the front lines? We're here to protect you, go back and rest!"

Other generals also tried to dissuade him, their eyes full of concern.

They knew that General Cheng was not only old, but also seriously ill. His old chest injury would flare up from time to time, making it difficult for him to even stand.

How could such a body withstand the dangers of the battlefield? At this moment, a burst of rapid horse hooves sounded, and the Second Prince hurriedly arrived, surrounded by a team of guards.

He was equally anxious. Seeing General Cheng's expression, his brow furrowed. He said urgently, "General Cheng, why are you doing this? Even the palace doctors are helpless against your injuries. How can you go back to the battlefield? You are the pillar of Jialuo. If anything happens to you, how can the empire bear it?"

The second prince's voice was trembling. He knew very well what General Cheng was worried about.

——After decades of fighting for the empire, he became overworked and had long since put life and death aside.

Upon hearing this, General Cheng slowly raised his head and swept his eyes over the crowd.

Although his body was trembling slightly due to illness, his back was straight, like an unyielding pine or cypress.

"As the commander-in-chief of Jialuo, how can you hide in the rear and watch your soldiers fight bloody battles on the front lines?"

His voice was deep but powerful, filled with unquestionable determination. "The soldiers fighting on the front lines, how could they not be disheartened if they couldn't see an old man like me? I must personally attend today's battle!"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and couldn't help coughing a few times. However, he gripped the sword in his hand even tighter, and the copper rings on the scabbard made a crisp clash sound.

General Ma wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by General Cheng.

He took difficult steps, one step at a time, towards the watchtower on the city wall. Every step seemed to exhaust all his strength, but his determination moved everyone.

The Second Prince gritted his teeth, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and finally whispered: "Protect the old general..."

He then turned around and retreated to the side with his guards.

Just as General Cheng climbed onto the city wall, a long roar was heard from the Wuhun Empire's army in the distance. A figure came like a meteor and landed steadily on the open space in front of the city wall.

This person was tall and had a fierce aura. He had nine spirit rings surrounding him. He was obviously a Titled Douluo.

He was Zhou Tong, the vanguard of the Spirit Empire, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, looking at the Gara garrison on the city wall with a hint of mockery. (End of Chapter)