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Chapter 835 Bloodbath

Seeing one of his brothers hooked down by the enemy's hook spear and dragged out of the ranks, Lü You roared and charged out of the ranks. He slashed with his broadsword, cutting several hook spears in half, then plunged his broadsword under the heavily armed infantryman. With a loud shout, he lifted the man up, then stepped forward and shielded him behind him.

In that instant, his legs and waist were hooked by several hooked spears. A great force came, and Lü You staggered forward, almost falling to the ground. He roared, and his legs seemed to be rooted to the ground. The opponent was also very surprised that the several hooked spears exerted force at the same time and could not pull him down.

Lü You's massive physique and weight helped him at this moment.

It was all about that little bit of time. Before he could be taken down immediately, Lü You had already swung his sword and severed the spear shaft, temporarily escaping the crisis.

A long spear burst open, scattering cherry blossoms the size of bowls, obscuring Lü You's vision. His slash missed its mark, and Lü You immediately knew something was wrong. He twisted his body to the side with all his might, and with a clang, the spearhead pierced heavily into his right breastplate. As Lü You shifted his weight, the spear tip deflected half of the breastplate, leaving a large gash in Lü You's massive pectoral muscles. Lü You groaned, and his slashing blade, having missed its mark, slashed upwards, severing half of the skull of the man who had been stabbing him, a man who looked to be in his early twenties.

A mournful cry rang in his ears, and two more spears emerged like poisonous dragons from their lair. One of them charged forward relentlessly, ignoring Lü You's slashing blade aimed at him, determined to pierce a gaping hole even if it meant being cleaved in two by Lü You.

Looking at the face opposite him that resembled the one whose head he had just chopped off, Lü You realized that they seemed to be a father and son.

Brothers fighting tigers, father and son go into battle.

Lu You couldn't dodge because his opponent's martial arts skills didn't seem to be any lower than his, and the guy next to him was also using a tricky spear to block his only way out.

Dodge or die, not dodge or you might get another chance. Without the slightest hesitation, Lü You continued to slash down heavily with his broadsword.

We've already made our money's worth after all this fighting.

A figure flashed before his eyes, and the heavy infantryman he had just rescued suddenly rushed out. He stretched out his two free hands to block the spear that was thrusting like a poisonous dragon. With a hiss, the spear pierced through his palms. With a scream, the heavy infantryman pulled his arms to the side, managing to deflect the spear. In that instant, Lü You's broadsword had already cleaved down, cutting the man in two.

The heavy infantryman whose hands had been pierced by spears was now being pierced by several spears simultaneously. As the spears were withdrawn, he collapsed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from his wounds.

From the moment Lü You rescued him to the moment he was shot again and fell down, only a few breaths passed.

But in that short time, his death caused the enemy to pay an even greater price.

The sound of shouts rising and falling rang in his ears, and familiar voices and figures reappeared on both sides of Lü You. The crisis of being isolated was finally over, which allowed him to catch his breath.

A quick glance around revealed that their formation had shrunk considerably compared to before.

Based on his battlefield experience, at least five hundred heavy infantrymen had fallen on the way forward.

Looking ahead, having already covered half the distance, Lü You could even see the expressionless face of the enemy commander beneath the enemy's central banner.

Blood soaked through his clothes, and the hemp rope wrapped around the hilt of his knife was also drenched in blood. The pain finally began to strike. Lü You gritted his teeth and looked down at his chest. The spear wound was still sharp; if he had been even a fraction slower, he would have been disemboweled. But things weren't much better now; his massive pectoral muscles had shrunk by half.

"Fatty, go bandage your wound!" A familiar voice came from his ear. Lu You turned around and saw his old acquaintance Hu Kan. This butcher was also covered in blood, his helmet was nowhere to be seen, and his head was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

Without saying much, Lü You stopped. The square formation behind him had already cleared a space for him, and with this retreat, Lü You immediately retreated to the very center of the square formation.

This place is hollow, and several doctors in white coats are bandaging the wounds of an injured person.

A large wad of medicated swabbing was slapped directly onto the bloody spot, then a roll of burlap was haphazardly wrapped around the wound, finally tied in a knot at the waist. The blood-soaked doctor then kicked the man in the buttocks, yelling, "He won't die! Go!" Lü You glanced at the man with annoyance. Don't expect these army doctors to be gentle; they weren't much different from that butcher Hu Kan, even more ruthless when it came to killing. They weren't wearing armor, simply because they thought it would be cumbersome when treating wounds.

However, he can't just go forward whenever he wants now; he has to queue up again and take turns.

This gave him a rare respite; it was one of the few times he didn't have to stand in the front row and clear a path for the large group of people.

Peak of the eighth rank of the Profound Origin Realm!

Watching the red figure locked in combat with the ninth-rank Xuan Yuan expert from the Li Clan's martial arts army, Lü You couldn't help but recall the gossip circulating in private.

Everyone knows that General Xia Zhi is in love with Protector Li, and she has never tried to hide it; that's just her personality. However, it seems that Protector Li doesn't reciprocate her feelings, which makes General Xia Zhi very unhappy. As a result of her unhappiness, her martial arts cultivation has increased rapidly.

It is said that when Protector Li first rejected her, she broke through to the eighth rank of the Profound Origin Realm, whereas before, she had been stuck at this hurdle for a long time. Her most recent breakthrough in martial arts cultivation, reaching the peak of the eighth rank of the Profound Origin Realm, was because Protector Li took that young Empress Dowager as a concubine in Jiangnan.

General Xia is indeed an extraordinary person; the opportunities she gained for advancing in martial arts are all unique.

Seeing that she is now fighting against that old guy at the ninth level of the Profound Origin Realm without being at a disadvantage, it can be seen that she is not far from reaching that threshold. Perhaps when Protector Li angers her again, she will break through again.

Thinking it was amusing, Lü You couldn't help but chuckle.

"You fatso, it's your turn!" A familiar roar rang in his ears. Turning around, he saw that he had moved to the second row, while Hu Kan had retreated. The guy was limping, blood spurting from his leg, which had been pierced by a spear with a large hole, and his leg armor was gone. "Li's elite soldiers, damn it, even harder to fight than last time!"

Last time at Yangguan, the soldiers were young; this time, many of them are in their late forties or early fifties. They may be less energetic, but they are more experienced.

"Once this batch is wiped out, they're gone!" Lü You laughed, stepped forward, and moved to the front row. "You scoundrel, prepare to die!"

He raised his knife again.

Yang Rong took a deep breath. The black-armored phalanx was getting closer and closer, while the Li clan's elite infantry formation blocking his way was getting thinner and thinner. By this point, they had not collapsed, so there was nothing to criticize.

He waved his hand, and several square formations strode forward in front of him.

He finally decided to deploy the reserve forces first.

A long, drawn-out horn blast rang out from the city wall, and the heavy infantrymen who heard it immediately halted their advance.

"Mountain, mountain, mountain!"

Amidst the roars of countless men, the heavy infantry formed a hollow square, while the crossbowmen entered the hollow through the passages left for them.

Further out, Ding Ergou's cavalry roared back and forth.
In the blink of an eye, the advancing infantry and cavalry of the Beiting Protectorate had constructed a defensive position in the middle of the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)