Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 122 The Dark Age of Blood
Emperor Gaozu of Han, atop his imperial carriage, gazed with his majestic eyes upon the battlefield where the fighting was taking place.

Squads of Han cavalry cut in laterally, quickly severing the Jie people's marching column.

Cut off in segments.

However, these Han soldiers were not all Han Chinese.

Liu Kun's main force was actually Wei Xiong, whom Ji Dan brought from Daibei. Although they were mainly Han Chinese from Daibei, there were also many Wuhuan and Xianbei, namely the Tuoba Xianbei. They were originally the left and right assistants of Tuoba Yilu. After Tuoba Yilu died, the Xianbei were in internal strife. They did not want to get involved, so they went south. The Xianbei who also did not want to get involved naturally followed.

These Tuoba Xianbei cavalrymen were just as Liu Kun had described.

It has a very strong deterrent effect.

Upon realizing that the Han cavalry included a large number of cavalrymen with rope-headed cavalry, the Jie people immediately began to collapse.

Those generals who had lost their monsters were still fierce and brave, but there were also many Han cavalrymen whose fighting prowess was no less than theirs.

The generals on both sides each sought out opponents and engaged in one-on-one battles.

One by one, fierce generals with combat prowess approaching that of those in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms wielded various weapons, their roars creating deafening explosions that shook the battlefield. Yang Feng could even see one of his generals clearly using Taoist magic, as the Jie general he was fighting was being enveloped in a vortex of sand and dust...

It only enveloped him.

And no matter how he ran, the vortex, like a dust storm in the desert, always enveloped him.

This thing is harmless.

But even the Jie general couldn't open his eyes inside that thing!

Enveloped in sand and dust, he had no idea where his opponent was. He could see nothing, hear nothing, and was completely deprived of his senses. All he could do was roar angrily inside.

Ahead of his opponent was a squad of crossbowmen acting as support, continuously firing bolts into the sandstorm vortex. Behind them stood their commander, wielding a sword and performing a simple, ancient dance. The sword was always pointed at the Jie general, and with his roaring movements, the sandstorm followed him like leeches. The Jie general roared and leaped with all his might, but it was futile. The sandstorm vortex rose again, engulfing him completely. The crossbowmen calmly aimed and continued firing arrows into the vortex; though they couldn't see the target, they simply aimed inwards.

Although the crossbow bolts may be deflected by the vortex, they are still inside the vortex!
Even as it accelerates.

All the crossbow bolts would fly into the vortex and hit the Jie general inside. By then, he would probably be almost covered in quills. Moreover, the wind speed and debris in the vortex had already torn his armor apart, leaving him with little protection.

Yang Feng suddenly appeared beside his mage subordinate.

“I have something better here.”

He said this to the astonished look on the other person's face.

Immediately afterwards, he threw out the barbed wire he was carrying, which he intended to use as barbed wire. At his feet was a whole bundle of it. The end of the rope he threw flew directly into the sandstorm vortex, where it was quickly carried away by the sand and disappeared into the sand. The sand then pulled the rest of the bundle forward at an extremely fast speed, and soon Yang Feng's bundle was completely empty.

"You coward, if you've got the guts, let's fight face to face."

A mournful and furious roar from the Jie general echoed from within the swirling sandstorm.

"Divide it up."

With a flick of Yang Feng's nine-section staff, dozens of bundles of barbed wire and blades appeared on the ground.

The soldiers immediately realized what was happening. With malicious smiles, they carried the object forward and threw the rope end into the whirlpool. At first, the Jie general inside was cursing, but it quickly turned into wailing, then into begging for mercy, and finally even the begging for mercy could no longer be heard.

It also stops moving.

"Let him go!"

Yang Feng said.

The mage under his command immediately stopped, though he was clearly also panting heavily from exhaustion.

The sandstorm vortex vanished instantly.

Inside was a ball of rope wrapped in layers of barbed wire, like a ball of yarn played with by a cat. All that could be seen inside was the head of the Jie general, but it was hard to call it a head anymore. As the sandstorm swirled around him, the sharp blades repeatedly cut through his flesh, or rather, scraped away his flesh, exposing more than half of his head to the bone.

It's like that thing that's been digested in the deepest cold, even more terrifying.

After all, these blades can even scrape bones.

"Emperor Taizu Gao, this thing is not easy to make."

The monk spoke cautiously.

"Here you go!"

Yang Feng pointed his nine-section staff once more.

Then hundreds of bundles of barbed wire and razor blades appeared at the mage's feet.

Just then, a roar like that of a tiger suddenly resounded across the battlefield.

"Duan Mobo!"

The monk exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Feng instantly reached mid-air.

The next moment, a giant resembling the Tyrant from Resident Evil appeared in his field of vision. This guy was already nearly four meters tall, wearing specially made armor. Because his body was so huge, the plates of his lamellar armor were also oversized, and it was a full suit of armor, covering his entire body except for his eyes. In addition, he had a shield on his left arm that was somewhat small compared to his body, but its design was rather rough, like a tree stump, or rather, it really was a tree stump.

He wrapped the tree roots around his arms and used the obviously burned tree stump as a shield.

As for the weapon in his hand, it was very simple, just an ordinary big wooden stick.

But because of its enormous size, this ordinary wooden stick is actually thicker than a roof beam, and the front end is even covered with a copper plate for added weight.

Using steel plates would certainly be better.

However, the steel technology of this era should not be able to produce such a large steel plate.

Including the one-legged bronze figure of Shi Hu, it was clear that due to technical limitations, it was impossible to cast a steel figure for him. Casting iron was indeed no problem, but cast iron was obviously easy to break.

He brandished the large wooden club and roared as he charged into the Han cavalry. With a sweep of the club, two cavalrymen were sent flying.

Behind him came the surging cavalry of the Duan tribe.

A general from the Han cavalry immediately stepped forward, leaped onto his horse, and swung his horse-slaying saber down in mid-air. The saber was clearly a treasure, though not as powerful as the Crimson Sky Sword, but it still emitted a faint glint of cold light as it fell.

Duan Mobo raised his shield.

The sword struck the shield squarely.

But it sparked a mark on the shield.

The general landed.

Duan Mobo's large wooden stick swept across.

The general parried with his horse-slaying saber, but the wooden club struck the saber squarely the next moment. The immense force sent the saber slamming into the general's chest, sending him flying. But before he could even land, the figure of Emperor Taizu Gao appeared. With a tap of his nine-section staff, he vanished and reappeared on the ground with a bewildered expression.

"interesting."

The Emperor Taizu Gao in front of him disappeared his nine-section staff and then drew his Crimson Sky Sword.

"Try this!"

Emperor Taizu Gao looked at Duan Mobo opposite him and said with a hint of excitement.

The crimson sword light of the Crimson Sky Sword sliced ​​through the air and struck Duan Mobo's shield directly in the middle.

however……

It wasn't split open.

Duan Mobo sneered.

You should try this too!

he shouted.

The next moment, the large wooden stick slammed down on Yang Feng's head.

The crimson sword light of the Crimson Sky Sword flashed past.

however……

It's still not completely severed.

The large club pierced through the sword's edge and continued to smash down towards Yang Feng's head. Yang Feng swiftly dodged the club the moment it hit his head, then looked at the equally rough wooden club with some surprise.

"Emperor Taizu Gao's wooden staff was made of the sacred wood of the Great Xianbei Mountain and was tempered by the secret method of the Murong clan. It is said to be harder than steel and even the Chixiao Sword cannot cut it. His shield was also made of wood."

The general shouted.

Emperor Taizu Gao sneered. The next moment, he was in mid-air. Then, the Crimson Sky Sword's light surged, transforming into a blood-red arc as he slashed down. Duan Mobo calmly raised his shield, and the blood-red arc struck it squarely. The shield gleamed, accompanied by a deafening roar. The immense impact instantly sent both men flying, and upon landing, Yang Feng had already switched to holding a bow and arrow.

As Duan Mobo landed on the other side, he stared in astonishment at the energy arrow that had taken shape in Yang Feng's hand.

The energy arrow shot out instantly.

The blue ionosphere also forms instantly.

Duan Mobo lunged forward without hesitation. The energy arrow swept past his head. Sensing the terrifying energy, he instinctively raised his shield. But even though he was only hit by the blue wave, the immense force of the impact sent him flying along with the sand and dust on the ground, crashing into his cavalry.

The energy arrow, like an intercontinental ballistic missile at the end of its attack, carried terrifying kinetic energy as it pierced through the Duan cavalry, sending countless severed limbs flying. Duan Mobo landed amidst the dust and blood mist, looking up in horror at the demonic figure appearing in the sky. However, the latter now held a jade axe, which he raised high and brought down on Duan Mobo, whose arm immediately rose, the axe striking his shield squarely.

then……

The shield broke silently.

Duan Mobo's left arm also broke off silently.

"What, did you think I only have one divine artifact?"

Yang Feng stood beside Duan Mobo, looking at the jade axe in his hand and sneered.

Duan Mobo screamed in agony.

"But I'm still very curious, why was Liu Bang's divine weapon so weak?"

Yang Feng didn't even pay attention to him, but instead asked the so-called god.

Have you started it?

The so-called God said.

"That doesn't count?"

Yang Feng's Crimson Sky Sword suddenly blazed with light, instantly piercing Duan Mobo's right leg. He then pulled Duan Mobo away, and the latter, who had just struggled to his feet, collapsed to his knees in pain. His massive body knelt at Yang Feng's feet, and he tried to raise his wooden stick, but the Crimson Sky Sword's crimson light flashed again, severing his right arm in the process.

"Of course not."

The so-called God said.

Yang Feng thought for a moment.

It doesn't seem like it counts!
The Crimson Sky Sword was originally used by Liu Kun, but his strength was too weak to unleash its true power. It only displayed its power in his hands, but it was only the power of an ordinary sword, not a divine weapon. To restore it to its divine weapon status, a blood sacrifice of members of the Liu clan would be necessary. For now, this doesn't seem too difficult, as there are still many descendants of Liu Bang, and in this era, clan and lineage systems were strictly enforced; most of Liu's descendants belonged to prominent families.

Even if they weren't from a prominent family, they were at least from humble backgrounds, and even those from humble backgrounds had their own way of making a living.

It should be easier to find.

After all, even a poor man like Liu Yu could be clearly identified as a descendant of Liu Jiao.

It's just that finding a future emperor is difficult!

Liu Yu was not a descendant of Liu Bang, and his father probably wasn't even born yet!
Liu Kun is definitely not suitable.

This kind of person isn't even qualified to be a prime minister.

"Let's talk about it later!"

Yang Feng sighed.

Then he looked at Duan Mobo, who was screaming in agony on the ground.

The latter looked at him in horror. As for Duan Mobo's cavalry, they had already fled. After all, Yang Feng's arrow was too terrifying, and as Liu Kun said, these battles relied entirely on the leader. Their actual combat effectiveness was poor, and they collapsed as soon as the leader was gone.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am willing to submit to Your Majesty."

Duan Mobo suddenly realized what was happening. He endured the excruciating pain and struggled to his feet, saying something while lying on the ground.

His massive size made the pose look somewhat comical, like a brown bear trying to shrink itself as much as possible.

"I heard you even recognized Shi Le as your godfather?"

Yang Feng said.

"If Your Majesty does not reject me, I am willing to treat Your Majesty as my father."

Duan Mobo said without hesitation.

"You bastard, do you still want to be a member of the Han imperial family?"

Yang Feng shouted.

Duan Mobo shuddered.

"I don't dare."

He said.

"Hand over your pills."

Yang Feng shouted.

Duan Mobo hesitated for a moment, but he knew he had no choice at this point, so he took out a small copper pot from his pocket and presented it to Yang Feng with both hands. Yang Feng took it, opened the lid, and poured out four pills.

“That much?”

He said dissatisfiedly.

"Your Majesty, this elixir can sustain you for six hours, and it is not easy to refine. Each pill requires a hundred pairs of young boys and girls. Therefore, the Duke of Liaoxi only distributes it to us when he goes to war. Although the Duke of Liaoxi and I are brothers, we cannot obtain many. This time, Shi Le asked for help by promising to give him ten thousand pairs of young boys and girls in exchange for the Duan family's military support. However, the Duke of Liaoxi did not trust him, so he first sent me with five thousand cavalry to accompany Kong Chang."

Duan Mobo quickly said.

"So, these are four hundred pairs of boys and girls?"

Yang Feng looked at the four pills in his hand.

"Yes, but after taking it, one must bathe in the blood of ten young girls before growing into a giant."

Duan Mobo said.

"Where did you get this from, some heretical cultivator?!"

Yang Feng exclaimed.

After saying that, he revealed his halberd, which instantly grew larger and the huge blade pierced Duan Mobo's spine. Amid the latter's screams, he used the halberd to hook Duan Mobo and drag him forward. Then, with his other hand, he revealed a jade axe and directly cleaved open a spatial rift, thus reaching the outside of Xiangguo City.

"Shi Le, send out a little monster. I think your little monster will definitely like Duan Mobo, after all, he's a bigger lump of meat."

If I count to three and you don't send out a little monster, then I'll go in and find it myself.

Also, I cut off all twenty-four of Kong Chang's [animals/animals].

He roared at the city wall.

The city wall was silent.

"one!"

Yang Feng shouted.

"two!"

He then shouted.

The ground beneath his feet trembled the next moment. He dragged Duan Mobo to the side, and then the ground where he had just been standing collapsed, revealing a giant mouth with a diameter of nearly twenty meters.

"Naughty!"

Yang Feng said.

Then he dragged Duan Mobo toward the giant mouth.

"No, no, don't give me to it. If it eats me, even my soul will be gone."

Duan Mobo struggled and screamed in terror.

"You even deserve a soul?"

Yang Feng said contemptuously.

Then they threw him directly into the monster's gaping maw.

(End of this chapter)