Xie Ming

The Chuanwu Battalion bore a heavy responsibility and fought desperately to block the rebel reinforcements.

With the situation hanging in the balance, the artillery in the back row, following Lao Huang's orders, unleashed a rapid barrage of fire.

But once this breach was opened, the opposing ship's guns were not to be underestimated, and they went all out, exchanging cannons and exchanging fire.

How could we bear the fierce and powerful enemy fire?

At the front of the Chuanwu blocking position, a sudden barrage of artillery fire erupted, blasting the ground into scorched earth.

Both enemy and friendly soldiers were trapped in a life-or-death situation, with less than one in ten surviving.

Old Huang, concerned for the safety of the martial arts practitioners, was deeply distressed by the situation and became mentally unstable and even delirious.

He only spoke to Chuanwu, saying "My son" repeatedly, and wouldn't listen to anyone else.

Legend has it that the general was miraculously resurrected. He waded across the Bridge of Helplessness, coughing up blood repeatedly. His eyes widened, and he stared straight ahead at the shore of the battlefield.

Clearly, he was severely injured in the lungs and internal organs, and his life was hanging by a thread.

"puff--"

"vomit"

"Old Huang, stop, stop interfering with me."

"Hurry, hurry!"

"After the enemy artillery fire, the rebels will probably be right in front of us soon."

"Quickly, you, you take the cannons, the artillery team, and the rest of the able-bodied soldiers, go up and block the breach."

"We absolutely must not let the enemy troops pass through."

"General, the general's position must not be compromised."

"No matter how bad I, Wang Chuanwu, am, I will risk my life to cover for him."

"Hurry up, you, hurry up!"

"puff--"

Large beads of sweat rolled down Chuanwu's forehead and cheeks, and he appeared to be in a daze.

He arrived just a few minutes later and vomited blood several more times.

From the outside, it was not apparent that the person's ribs were mostly broken and his internal organs were severely damaged.

It was merely clinging to hope, barely holding on to life.

Hearing this, Old Huang saw it all and was anxious.

He's an old man, his death is nothing to regret, and it's not that he's afraid of the enemy and unwilling to obey orders.

Only.
With Chuanwu in such a miserable state, how could Old Huang possibly be in the mood to assemble any battle formations?

"No, no, no, I won't fight anymore."

"Chuanwu, Chuanwu, you, you listen to me."

"Let's go home."

"Let's go home now."

"We can't fight anymore."

"Dad will take you away, let's go get treatment."

"If it can be cured, it definitely can be cured."

"Let's go, let's go."

Old Huang kept talking to himself, muttering to himself, mistaking Chuanwu for his own son, but he paid no attention to Chuanwu's words.

Seeing the situation, Chuanwu struggled to resist, desperately holding on to prevent Lao Huang from pulling him back.

At this very moment, the old and the young are putting their skills to the test!

Suddenly.

Across the river, suddenly, artillery fire broke out again.

Upon hearing this, Chuanwu and Lao Huang froze in place, looking around in astonishment.

They feared that the enemy ships would not give up and would launch another bombardment.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the attack was not carried out by enemy troops, but rather by a unit of friendly forces under Zhao Yingyuan, located on the other side of the river in the Wangjiang area. To alleviate the pressure on this area, Zhao Yingyuan had deliberately sent troops to the riverbank to set up cannons and lure the enemy away, thus providing support and relieving the crisis on the south bank.

Suddenly, the scene was chaotic and messy on this section of the river.

For a time, the enemy ships in the surging river were overwhelmed, unable to keep up with their own course of action, and their orders were chaotic and disorganized, leaving them with no means of fighting.

Many ships, having been betrayed, were emboldened and some of the vessels that were originally going to land turned around and headed for the north bank.

The martial arts region, now aided by this wave of friendly forces, is finally able to catch its breath.

Soon after, Xiao Jingchuan, who had gone to fight Wang Zamao's vanguard camp, learned about the situation on the other side of Chuanwu and was also very worried. He immediately sent Sangmenxing with most of his battalion, more than a thousand soldiers, to come and provide support.

The enemy forces were positioned right before and after the rebels surged up the beach, engaging in a fierce battle to reinforce their positions. With no time to spare, both sides were plunged into a second round of deadly fighting.

but!
Despite this, the situation is urgent and complex, making it difficult to control things as one pleases.

Why do I say that?!
There was originally a gap in the northern corner of the defensive line of Chuanwu, which could not be sealed off for a while and has been there for some time.

The passage was narrow and not very large, so not many rebel soldiers could escape, and it was still manageable.

Unexpectedly, taking advantage of the chaos of the battle, Wang Deren, hiding among a group of guards in front of him, covered his face with his robe and realized that the vanguard was no match for Xiao Lang. So he abandoned them and intended to run away ahead of time.

This is no small matter.

The reason why Xiao Jun seized the opportunity and fought so desperately was that he was targeting the former king's misdeeds.

This old fellow is a leader of the Central Army rebels.

In any battle where the few defeat the many, capturing the leader is of utmost importance.

Right now, Xiao Jun's battle is exactly in line with this intention.

However, at this moment, the old thief took advantage of the situation to slip away, and Xiao's camp must have had no choice but to let a rebel army hold them back.

At that moment, the jinx led his troops to the front line, but they were overwhelmed and unable to move an inch against the swarming enemy soldiers.

They had no time to even notice Wang Deren's situation.

Only the martial arts master kept his eyes fixed on the gap, not giving up even the slightest chance.

Seeing that Wang Deren was about to escape, he knew the danger and instantly mustered all his last bit of energy.

Upon closer inspection, the general's face, which had just been deathly pale, suddenly flushed red.

Suddenly, Chuanwu braced himself with his hands on the ground and struggled to get up, throwing aside Old Huang.

"Oh no! Oh no!"

"It's that old bastard Wang Deren."

"We can't let him get away."

"Once that person returns to the ship, our army will surely be at peace in this battle."

"Artillery unit, this is a manly achievement to capture enemy generals and flags! Charge with me!"

"kill--"

"Kill!"

Having said that, Wang Chuanwu mustered the last bit of strength he had in his life, drew his sword from his waist, his eyes red and mouth bloodshot, and charged forward without hesitation, rushing towards Wang Deren, who was trying to escape!

Behind them, the last remaining fighting force of their troops, the artillerymen, numbering over a hundred, heard the general's order and immediately became fierce, hastily chasing after the general, drawing their swords and following closely behind. What a magnificent scene that was!

Only the already dispirited and dejected old Huang, who was still alive, could not be pulled back and could only howl in place.

"No! No, no!"

Old Huang roared hysterically, but at this critical moment, his efforts were utterly ineffective.

The surrounding shouts of battle were deafening, but soon the sounds ceased to be heard.

At this moment, Wang Chuanwu has made a desperate gamble, and there is no turning back.
His only belief was to slay generals and seize flags.

One man and one team, they charged straight at Wang Deren.

In an instant, they engaged in battle with the scraggly guards in front of them.

In the modern era of traditional martial arts, there is no longer any need to fear death; one can move with bold, sweeping strokes, eyes fixed intently on the enemy leader.

In the ensuing fierce battle, with swords and spears clashing on the battlefield, he didn't care at all when his left arm was severed and sent flying into the air.

A horrific scene, showcasing the true colors of men!
In his terror, Wang Zamao saw a blood-covered figure, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, slashing swords and knives at his head.

Although this old fellow had been in the military for over a decade, he had never encountered such a crisis before.

Immediately, a bloodcurdling scream was heard.

Legend has it that the general unleashed a thunderous strike, his sword falling with a single blow!

Wang Deren's head was severed by a sword in court.

Gollum-

A bloodied head, its eyes wide open in death, rolled down the slope beneath its feet, spinning as it leaped toward the shore.

Such is the merit of beheading a general.

Suddenly, the soldiers behind Chuanwu saw the enemy commander's head rolling away, and they were all anxious and disregarded everything, rushing down the slope to chase after him.

Having successfully completed the martial arts training, the last breath he had mustered instantly dissipated.

The enemy soldiers guarding the left and right gave this hero no chance to catch his breath. Relying on their habitual killing, they surrounded him and began to attack him with spears and knives.

Chuanwu thus died under the enemy's chaotic blades. (End of this chapter)