Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 13 Zhang Yuan, if you were alive, what would you like to do?
Duan Hong was stunned, a look of madness appeared on his face, and he ran towards the rocky cliff with a roar.

"call out--"

Dozens of long arrows shot out from the rocks.

The bodies of the civilians who were at the front were shot through.

"retreat--"

Hu Chunniu's face flushed red. He threw away the backpack and dragged the civilian who was shot in the chest back.

Dozens of Yan soldiers rushed out from the rubble of rocks. Two Qin soldiers in front rushed over and fought with them for a few moves. Their bodies were pierced and they fell to the ground.

Duan Hong's battalion had only a dozen combat-capable soldiers, and most of them had been killed or wounded.

The Yan army rushed out from the rubble, waving their weapons and dispersing the civilians and wounded soldiers. They didn't care who was a civilian or a soldier, they just rushed over and attacked with swords and spears.

Zhang Yuan's eyes were bloodshot at this time.

He hated himself for not seeing the ambush sooner.

As he ran, the dotted grid lines in front of Zhang Yuan separated the positions of all the Yan troops and the trees.

"kill--"

With a loud shout, Zhang Yuan rushed to a Yan soldier with a gun.

The long sword was raised, but Zhang Yuan did not stop.

"when--"

The sword and the spear collided, and the huge force wrapped around Zhang Yuan's long sword made the opponent tremble all over. His body retreated uncontrollably, hit a thorn bush, and rolled down.

Without waiting for the Yan army to stand up, Zhang Yuan swung his sword to the left, and the long sword flashed with an arc of light. With the force of turning his body, he slashed horizontally heavily.

"Bam—"

The long sword slashed on the shield of a Yan soldier holding a shield.

The soldier holding the shield couldn't bear the force of his arm, and the shield hit his chest. His face turned pale, blood spit out of his mouth, and he staggered backwards.

Zhang Yuan's sword strike had already unleashed the might of the Mountain Sword Technique. The force of the strike exceeded a thousand pounds, and the shield-wielding Yan soldiers were knocked down as if by a galloping horse.

Zhang Yuan slashed with his sword, without stopping, and rushed towards the Yan army that was stabbing with guns from the other side.

In the jungle, the opponent's gun could not find the correct position, so Zhang Yuan pressed the blade forward and cut his fingers along the opponent's gun barrel.

Zhang Yuan advanced and the opponent retreated.

While advancing or retreating, a rock tripped the enemy soldier.

Zhang Yuan slid his long sword down and cut through the chest and abdomen of the Yan soldier. The blade penetrated one foot into the body, and blood splattered instantly, spraying Zhang Yuan's head.

Drawing his sword, Zhang Yuan swung it across, scaring away the two surrounding Yan soldiers.

His head and face were covered in blood, and his expression was so hideous that the surrounding Yan army dared not approach him.

"Don't be in love with war!"

A spear stabbed out from the side, forcing a Yan soldier to retreat.

The spear swept across and hit the shield in the hand of another Yan soldier, causing him to stagger.

Duan Hong, holding a spear, approached Zhang Yuan and shouted in a deep voice, "Let's go."

The two men leaned back against each other and retreated into the forest.

The Yan army, holding swords and spears, fell behind.

After retreating more than ten feet, Zhang Yuan turned his head to look at the direction where the civilians and wounded soldiers were running, and his expression changed again.

"No, the Yan army is trying to force us into a dead end!"

"Brother Wu Xiong said, go left, go left!"

The Yan troops scattered in the mountains and forests intentionally or unintentionally pushed the civilians and wounded soldiers towards the cliff on the right.

Duan Hong had a grim expression on his face. He held his spear and stared at the Yan army that was slowly approaching.

"Zhang Yuan, go and take the people and brothers out."

"I am here."

One person against seven or eight Yan soldiers surrounding him?

Even if Duan Hong's cultivation level was in the middle stage of the acquired realm and he had a force of a thousand pounds in his hands, he could not stop these Yan troops.

Military fighting is different from martial arts fights. Military fighting requires coordination. A small battle formation can resist a master with good cultivation.

Unless one is a strong person in the innate realm, it will be difficult to escape once surrounded by the army.

Even if one is at the Xiantian realm, he would not want to fall into the military formation unless it is necessary.

There are many examples of hundreds of armored soldiers killing innate warriors in the military.

It is rare to be able to break through a hundred armors with innate ability.

"Hurry up, I'm a death row prisoner from a bandit family, I've had enough!" Duan Hong saw Zhang Yuan didn't move, kicked him in the armor, and rushed towards the surrounding Yan army with his spear. Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

At this time, some people in the front also realized that the road was wrong and started shouting, making the fleeing team even more chaotic.

"Come with me!"

Zhang Yuan let out a long shout, holding the knife, lowered his head slightly, and ran to the left.

Over there, several Yan soldiers armed with swords and spears had already blocked the road.

Two Qin soldiers holding shields rushed over and protected Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan did not stop, his eyes fixed on the spear in front of him.

rush.

His steps became faster and faster, the long sword in his hand dragging diagonally, and each step was more than five feet long.

Three feet.

Two feet.

One foot.

The two spears in front retreated slightly, then gathered force and stabbed towards him.

The Qin soldier holding the shield on the left raised his arm to block a spear.

He was hit by a spear and stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Yuan dragged his long sword and raised it up, and the blade hit another spear that was stabbing at him.

"when--"

The spear was raised.

Zhang Yuan did not stop, and stepped on the half-person-high square shield stuck in the ground in front of him. He clenched his free left hand into a fist and hit the gun-wielding Yan Jun's chest hard.

Mountain boxing, climbing mountains and running over mountains.

"Bam—"

The Yan army that was blocking the way vomited blood, his body flew two feet away, and his sternum was broken.

Zhang Yuan's attack was three meters in strength, and with the momentum of one step, the force exceeded 1,300 kilograms!

This is the enhancement of combat power by high-level martial arts. Zhang Yuan, who originally had a strength of a thousand pounds, could punch out with a force of 1,300 pounds.

"puff--"

A shield-carrying soldier who rushed with Zhang Yuan was pierced through the chest and abdomen by a spear.

Zhang Yuan roared and swung his sword horizontally, the blade cutting off two arms and slicing open the waists of the two Yan soldiers.

At this time, Zhang Yuan looked like a ferocious demon. He chopped down another Yan soldier with his long sword and completely broke through the small formation of Yan soldiers that was blocking the way.

The civilians and wounded soldiers rushed over and followed the mountain road towards Chenjia Village. The Yan army scattered in the forest behind them gathered around them.

Zhang Yuan stood in place, his blood and energy surging, and the light screen in his mind flickered with light and shadow.

【Zhang Yuan】

Identity: Ninth-rank guard of Luyang Prefecture, Great Qin, recruited soldier of the Red Scale Army

Cultivation: Mid-stage of the Acquired Realm, ten Qi and Blood Pearls are required to upgrade

Martial Arts Training: Cloak Sword Skills are at Perfection and cannot be upgraded; Iron Armor Fist Skills are at Perfection and cannot be upgraded

The Mountain Sword Skill is a minor skill, and it requires ten enlightenment beads to upgrade. The Mountain Fist Skill is a beginner and cannot be upgraded.
Battle Formation: Canglang Formation Minor Success
Chaos Space: Eight Qi and Blood Beads, Twelve Enlightenment Beads
Chaos Support: Opening
"Zhang boy, let's go!" Hu Chunniu pulled Zhang Yuan's arm, but he raised his hand to move away.

Zhang Yuan held the knife in his hand and walked back slowly.

When he reached the side of Master Tao, who was being supported by someone, he took out the roll of linen from his arms and stuffed it into Master Tao's hand.

"Zhang Yuan..." Master Tao turned his head, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.

He knew that Zhang Yuan had to cover everyone's retreat.

"Zhang Yuan, if you were alive, what would you like to do?"

Master Tao called softly.

Zhang Yuan lowered his head slightly, dragging his sword as he walked, his eyes shining brightly.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan understood.

The Qin military guards defend their country, their people, and their comrades.

The road of life is behind, and the road of death is ahead. Live towards death and never regret fighting.

"How can I say that I have no clothes, but I share the same robe with you?"

"Zhang Yuan, the ninth-rank official of the Luyang Prefecture of the Great Qin, is here. The swallow dog is here to die—"

(End of this chapter)