Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 20: Zhang Yuan, the Great Qin soldier, is here. Who will kill me?

No wonder the Yan army stopped attacking the city before, it turned out that the Zhenxi Army had arrived.

Ouyang Ming, the son of Ouyang Shucai, the commander of the Zhenxi Army, was lost here and was killed by Yu Lin, the commander of the Chilin Army.

Under the city, a team of cavalry advanced slowly, their black flags fluttering in the wind.

The leading general looked to be no more than thirty years old, with a burly build. He held the reins in one hand and a spear in the other, and his dark blue armor was covered with dark patterns.

"Yu Lin, come see me——"

The sound rang out, and as the energy vibrated, it stirred up the clouds.

Innate realm.

Zhang Yuan grabbed the long knife, and Zhao Changming reached out to pull his arm, but Zhang Yuan raised his hand to stop him.

"Deputy Commander Zhao, he's looking for me."

Zhang Yuan strode forward until he stopped at the edge of the city wall.

Zhao Changming clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and stared ahead.

"My name is Ouyang Xu, and I'm Ouyang Ming's elder brother."

"Yu Lin, tie yourself up and leave the city. I will take your head back to report."

With the spear pointed forward, Ouyang Xu's energy surged, as if his murderous intent had solidified into substance.

"You don't have to leave the city."

"When our Zhenxi Army breaks into the city, all the soldiers around you will be slaughtered."

"Yu Lin, they have done their best. I, Ouyang Xu, respect them. If you treat them as brothers, then each of you should take responsibility for your own actions."

"I can make them leave."

On the top of the city wall, the soldiers of the Red Scale Army all looked up and looked at Zhang Yuan.

"My Lord, I will die without regrets."

"Master General, we have already killed enough people."

The soldiers gripped their weapons tightly and growled.

Zhang Yuan waved his hand and his eyes fell on the leading general below.

"Do you mean what you say?"

Zhang Yuan's voice rang out.

This sound startled the soldiers on the city wall.

This voice is not the voice of our own commander-in-chief at all!
Below, the Xiantian realm cultivator who was following Ouyang Xu frowned and was about to open his mouth to remind him, but Ouyang Xu raised his hand to stop him.

"I, Ouyang Xu, am ranked 300th on the Yongtianzhou Heroes List and a fifth-rank lieutenant general of the Zhenxi Army. Now that I have spoken, my words must count."

Zhang Yuan nodded and turned to look at Zhao Changming.

"Deputy Commander Zhao, lead the brothers out of the city."

Zhao Changming stood there in a daze, his face twitching.

"Zhao Changming, are you going to disobey military orders?"

Zhang Yuan let out a long shout.

Zhao Changming's shoulders trembled and he saluted with his fists clasped.

"promise!"

On the top of the city wall, the soldiers stared blankly at Zhang Yuan standing there.

Zhao Changming gritted his teeth and ran on the top of the city wall. After a while, they supported each other and walked down from the top of the city wall.

The sealed city gate slowly opened, and less than four hundred remaining soldiers, some supported by others, some carried on their backs, slowly walked out.

Ouyang Xu raised his hand and the surrounding troops made way for him.

Zhao Changming, who was leading the army forward, turned around and looked at the city wall behind him.

All the soldiers leaving the city turned around and looked at the isolated figure of the red-armored warrior on the top of the city.

Zhao Changming raised his hand and bowed towards the top of the city wall.

The soldiers leaving the city also stood up straight and bowed towards the top of the city.

Our own commander-in-chief is using his own life to exchange for their lives.

Standing on the top of the city wall, Zhang Yuan slowly took off his visor, took off his helmet, and revealed his face.

He cupped his hands together and shouted, "Brothers, take care."

At the foot of the city, Zhao Changming led four hundred remaining soldiers and stared at Zhang Yuan, as if they wanted to remember Zhang Yuan's face.

It was not until they passed through the Yan army formation and reached the distant cliff that Ouyang Xu, who was sitting upright on his warhorse, turned around and looked at Zhang Yuan on the top of the city wall.

The Xiantian Realm beside him said in a deep voice: "Young Commander, he is not Yu Lin."

After such a long siege, how could they not recognize Yu Lin?
Ouyang Xu said calmly: "I know."

"Three years ago, my Zhenxi Army clashed with the Chilin Army."

"It doesn't matter whether he is Yu Lin or not. I will bring his head back to you, and you take over Toyota County."

"The Red Scaled Iron Cavalry are already dozens of miles away. We don't have much time left." His gaze fell on Zhang Yuan, and Ouyang Xu shouted, "I did what I said. What about you?"

Zhang Yuan raised his hand and grabbed the long sword, then flew out of the city wall. His blood and energy were shaking, and he stepped on the city wall and landed in two steps.

Standing outside the city gate, he pointed his long sword and laughed loudly.

"Zhang Yuan promised to defend Fengtian County for the governor."

"The Qin Dynasty only lost cities, but never abandoned territory."

"Kill me, and the city will be yours."

Zhang Yuan, the last soldier defending Toyota County.

Ouyang Xu, sitting upright on his horse, looked at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan's face was too young, so young that it moved him a little.

Taking a deep breath, Ouyang Xu raised his hand and waved.

"it is good."

"I will give you the dignity of a general."

A team of black-armored cavalrymen rode their horses and rushed towards Zhang Yuan.

In front of the city gate, Zhang Yuan stroked the hilt of his long sword and tightly grasped the wrapped hemp rope.

Since this is the last battle in this life, let’s fight to the fullest!

"Chaos, assist in the battle!"

With a low shout, countless dotted lines and light and shadows intertwined in front of him. Zhang Yuan dragged his long sword diagonally and rushed forward to meet the galloping cavalry.

Eight warriors, four with spears and four with swords, charged in an arc on the left and right sides.

These are the elite troops in the army. Eight of them alone have blocked the way forward.

Infantry combat and cavalry charge.

With the help of auxiliary forces, Zhang Yuan calculated the time and strength of the eight riders rushing to him.

"kill--"

With the long sword in hand, a blood and energy bead exploded in Zhang Yuan's mind, and a bead of innate true essence shattered.

He took three steps forward, raised his long sword, held it with both hands, and slashed against the wind.

Cloak sword technique, slash against the wind.

The blade fell, its edge as sharp as a silk thread.

Knife Qi!
There is no innate energy, but there is sword energy!
Ouyang Xu, who was sitting upright on his warhorse, was shocked all over. He sat up straight and clenched the spear in his hand.

"boom--"

The warhorse that rushed to Zhang Yuan first was hit by a sword, and the armored body of the warhorse was split in half. The scimitar in the hand of the cavalryman on it shattered, and half of its body was cut in half by Zhang Yuan's sword.

A knife against the wind.

Zhang Yuan met the cavalry with a single blow and killed them. He used the most courageous method on the battlefield to kill the cavalry in a foot battle!

Red blood splattered on Zhang Yuan's head and face, and his body was steaming with heat.

This blood is hot!
"kill--"

Holding the knife in both hands, Zhang Yuan did not stop, pressed his body down, put the handle of the long knife against his waist, and slashed out with the blade.

The dark edge collided with the galloping cavalry.

The galloping warhorse had a force of a thousand pounds, and the force of Zhang Yuan's sweeping sword reached two thousand pounds.

A total of three thousand pounds of force collided at a line.

The long sword instantly broke through the chest and abdomen of the galloping horse, cut off the legs of the mounted soldier, and pulled open the heavy horse armor.

"Thorn-"

The harsh sound of metal scraping passed by.

The galloping warhorse fell to the ground with a loud bang, blood spurting out, and the cavalryman on top of it fell headfirst, his neck broken and his spine shattered.

Zhang Yuan didn't stop at all.

At this moment, he pressed his body down, bent and stretched his legs, and held the knife horizontally and raised it up.

Transform boxing into swordsmanship.

Mountain boxing, move mountains to reach mountains!
The front foot of the warrior who was coming towards him stepped into the air, and the bar of his horse's belly landed on the handle of the long sword that Zhang Yuan was holding horizontally.

"rise--"

Zhang Yuan gave a low shout and directly overturned the warhorse that was galloping towards him!
"boom--"

The overturned warhorse was hit by the warhorse rushing from behind. The two horses fell seventy or eighty feet away, and the soldiers on them rolled off, their lives or deaths unknown.

Eight riders charged into the battle formation, but four of them were killed by Zhang Yuan on foot. Only the other four riders drew an arc and turned their horses around.

Holding the long sword horizontally, Zhang Yuan looked up, his body filled with fighting spirit.

"The Qin soldier Zhang Yuan is here, who wants to kill me——"

(End of this chapter)