Xie Ming

The loss of a great general grieves my heart; his martial achievements are hard to find in this world.

His past exploits in battle were outstanding, and his loyal spirit will forever linger in the mountains and forests.

Legend has it that a military general, disregarding life and death, cleaved Wang Deren in two with his sword.

A feat of slaying a general on the battlefield!
Can.
Ultimately, fate intervened, and having already suffered severe injuries, there was no hope of recovery.

His body died and his soul vanished. After beheading that scoundrel, his spirit was completely broken. In the chaos of battle, he was hacked to death by enemy soldiers and guards, never to be resurrected.

In this situation, the jinx was too preoccupied to pay attention to anything else, but the old man who was trying to persuade him was staring intently into his eyes.

The grief vanished instantly; there is no greater sorrow than a broken heart.

Old Huang was overcome with grief and despair. He collapsed to the ground, too weak to move.

Meanwhile, on the beach, the fighting continued, and there was no turning back no matter what.

After the battle, corpses littered the fields; it was not just Wang Chuanwu who suffered.
This stalemate, a fight to the death, continued for quite some time.

It wasn't until the head of Wang Deren was snatched away by a soldier from the traditional artillery unit, who, to boost the morale of his own formation, hoisted it onto the tip of his spear and displayed it to the crowd, that the situation was completely reversed.

"Ah—" The soldiers in front of him shouted loudly.

"Wang Deren is dead! You all must surrender at once!"

"Wang Deren is dead! You all must surrender at once!"

"Wang Deren is dead! You all must surrender at once!"

Along with them, the artillerymen in front gathered together and shouted loudly in unison.

The sound travels far and wide!

Soon, the surrounding rebel soldiers froze in shock upon hearing the sound.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred.

It spread in all directions, directly blocking the front line of the battle line, which was blocked by the ominous star.

Many enemy soldiers, upon hearing of their commander's death, lost all morale and fighting spirit.

After a brief moment of shock, they began to exchange glances, dropped their weapons, and knelt down in surrender.

Of course, some who manage hundreds or thousands of households consider things even more deeply.

Upon learning of Wang Deren's death, and unwilling to surrender so inexplicably, they tightly bound their troops together and began to retreat like a tide, hastily swarming and jumping overboard to escape.

The large number of rebels who had just arrived and were eager to fight, crowding together on the beach, quickly scattered like birds and beasts.

Some surrendered, and some retreated.

The situation between the enemy and ourselves has been completely reversed.

After a narrow victory, news of the generals being killed quickly spread to the front lines where Xiao's army had fought.

Xiao Jingchuan was overjoyed upon hearing this. He mustered his strength and greatly boosted the morale of his troops. Shouting and fighting loudly, he led his troops back upstream, dealing with the remaining enemies along the way.

In the Battle of Anqing, 30,000 soldiers, taking advantage of the terrain and good strategy, actually managed to stop the enemy's supposedly million-strong army.

Such a dramatic outcome is truly something that can only be encountered once in a lifetime.

The enemy ships and vessels were vast and imposing. Looking at the vanguard and the central army, they had all been defeated. The troops in the rear, though still formidable in size, seemed to have lost their will to fight.

Riding the wave of victory, with Xiao Junding's warriors in high spirits, Xiao hurriedly fled back to the land of Chuanwu.

Despite his initial hesitation, he regrouped his troops and pursued the fleeing fleet westward toward Jiujiang.

But just when Xiao Lang was feeling triumphant!
Suddenly, on the way back, a military officer rushed to report.

"Hahahaha, it's Xiao Shunzi!"

"Shunzi!"

As Xiao Lang led his troops back, he saw Li Shun, the martial arts master's close attendant, halfway there. Li Shun was unaware of the details and greeted him with a sarcastic remark.

"Damn it, Xiao Shunzi, you guys are something else!"

"Where's Wang Chuanwu?!"

"His feat of slaying the general and his ability to kill Wang Deren amidst the chaos of battle make him the undisputed hero of this battle!"

"Quick, take me to see him."

"You must be laughing so hard you're snot bubbles are coming out of your nose right now, huh?! Hahaha!" Xiao was still in the dark.

Upon closer inspection, however, the situation appeared to be problematic.

Li Shun had a mournful face. When he saw the governor standing in front of him, his cheeks were streaked with tears. He lowered his body, knelt down with a thud, and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Commander, Commander, Commander!" she cried, unable to suppress her sobs.

"I, our general, was already severely wounded when the enemy ships bombarded us."

"It is clear that the bandit wanted to escape, and... he fought desperately on the battlefield."

"Even if I cut down that bastard, but... but..."

Before the words could be spoken, Li Shun was overcome with emotion, and tears welled up in her eyes. Upon hearing and seeing this, Xiao had a premonition that something was wrong. The smile on his face vanished and froze. He opened his lips, but he didn't know how to speak.

"But what?"

"Say it, then say it!"

Xiao Lang grew impatient, grabbed Li Shun and lifted him up, asking him angrily.

"General."

"The general was already in battle, and was hacked to death by the rebel guards!"

Xiao Shunzi had no choice but to howl out this sentence.

The bad news came immediately.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingchuan was instantly horrified and panicked.

We've been brothers for many years, fighting side by side in the military until now. We're not blood brothers, but we're closer than blood brothers.

How could he possibly accept the sudden news of Chuanwu's death?!

"No, no, impossible, absolutely impossible."

As he spoke, he shoved Li Shun out and threw him to the ground.

"Nonsense, utterly incomprehensible."

"Li Shun, you fucking bastard!"

"How dare you disrupt the morale of our troops like this! You...you!"

"Wang Chuanwu! He's Wang Chuanwu! How could he be dead?!"

"You are presumptuous!"

"He's still got a hundred battles to fight, he's my right-hand man!"

"you you"

Xiao Lang was in a state of mental confusion, pacing back and forth. After such a blow, he was incoherent.

"warlord!"

"The general has already died in battle; his body is right ahead!"

Li Shun wailed, though he was truly unwilling to accept Chuanwu's death, for the dead cannot be brought back to life.

"Shut up, you... shut up!"

Two lines of clear tears rolled down Xiao Wuzi's cheeks as he murmured his resistance, still refusing to give in.

Turning around, I went to the long courtyard.

"Go, go drag this person away, drag him away!"

"He, he"

Words cannot express the sorrow. Xiao Jingchuan had already exhausted himself in the fierce battle.

When faced with a crisis, experiencing extreme joy or sorrow in an instant can cause significant mental damage.

Upon arriving here, I was momentarily distracted, my steps became unsteady, my head throbbed with pain, and I felt dizzy.

Unable to hold on any longer, Xiao Jingchuan struggled, but in vain he fell backward onto his back.

Fortunately, Changting was right in front of him and grabbed him, holding him tightly in his hands.

"Hey! General, General?!"

"Please accept my condolences."

"Ugh"

Changting went to teach martial arts with him, showing deep brotherly affection. He was trying to suppress his grief, but seeing Xiao Lang like this, he felt even more heartache.

For a moment, I didn't know how to explain it all. I had so much to say, but all I could manage to say was grit my teeth and utter these words.

With support and assistance, Xiao Jingchuan, his head throbbing with pain, punched himself twice.

Just as he regained his composure, he quickly broke free from Changting's grasp.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"Chuanwu, let's go find Chuanwu, let's go find Chuanwu."

Xiao Jingchuan mumbled these words incoherently, then turned and swung his legs, moving towards the place where the martial arts were blocking the attack without looking back.

A solitary figure from behind.

The bandage that had just been applied to his left shoulder was now soaked with blood again as he moved.

So, he too was carrying a shoulder injury.
(End of this chapter)