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I think there's nothing wrong with my outfit.

Could it be because of the hostile relationship with the Liao Kingdom? Does the system automatically identify factions?

As Wu Feng was pondering, a squad of guards, more than a dozen men clad in iron armor and wielding spears and swords, rushed out from the city gate in the distance and charged towards him.

The leader shouted as he ran, "Stop him! Don't let him into the city!"

Hearing the shouts, the other people's faces changed drastically. Some threw down what they were carrying, while others picked up their children and hurriedly fled into the city.

The man pushing the cart threw it down and ran inside, while the man leading the livestock pulled hard on the ropes, making the animals squeal.

The city gate was instantly empty, leaving only Wu Feng and the team of guards who rushed over.

It seems to be due to their mortal enmity.

When Wu Feng saw the guards rushing over, he realized that there was no chance of sneaking in.

He pursed his lips, looking at the guards opposite him whose health bars were all red.

The level and health points are displayed above their heads; they are both ordinary soldiers at level 40-something, with a little over 2,000 health points.

Well, since we're already here, we can't just not take a look.

With this thought in mind, he took out the Crimson Python Bloodstained Spear from his backpack.

The moment the gun appeared in my hand, the cold glint of its tip flashed in the sunlight.

The guards on the opposite side rushed forward, and the leader thrust his spear straight at Wu Feng's chest.

Wu Feng dodged to the side, and with a flick of his Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear from bottom to top, the spear tip sliced ​​through the man's chin, a bright red damage number flashed above his head, and in a flash of white light, the man was gone.

The remaining guards did not retreat but continued to charge forward.

Wu Feng charged forward with his gun, the tip sweeping left and right through the crowd, each shot taking a life.

The first one, the spear tip pierced his chest, a flash of white light.

The second one, the gun barrel swept across his head, a click, a flash of white light.

The third one, the tip of the gun grazed his throat, before blood could even spurt out, a flash of white light.

In less than five breaths, the entire squad of guards was killed, and the ground was littered with orbs of light.

Wu Feng flicked the blood off the tip of his spear and was about to move forward when another group rushed out of the city.

This time there were even more people, thirty or forty in total, wearing the same armor as the previous group, carrying knives and guns, and running very fast.

Following behind was a man on horseback, dressed in silver armor, carrying a long sword, whose health bar was much thicker than that of an ordinary soldier—the garrison commander of Mozhou City, level 55, a second-rate martial artist.

The garrison commander, mounted on his horse, saw Wu Feng standing alone at the city gate, with a ground covered in orbs of light. His expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He raised his long sword and shouted to the soldiers behind him, "Surround them!"

Thirty or forty soldiers spread out and surrounded Wu Feng from both sides, trapping him in the middle.

Swords and spears were pointed at him, but no one dared to be the first to attack.

Wu Feng looked at the approaching generals and guards without any expression.

He lightly touched the ground with his foot and rushed out, using the Lingbo Weibu technique at full speed, making him several times faster than the soldiers.

The spear tip aimed straight at the defending general.

The defending general hurriedly raised his sword to parry, holding the long sword horizontally in front of him. The blade blocked the spear tip, but the force traveled through the blade, making his hand go numb and causing him to sway on his horse.

Wu Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the spear slid off the blade and then suddenly thrust it upwards.

The guard's longsword was deflected, spun a few times in the air, and landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

The commander's expression changed drastically, and he reached behind his waist, trying to draw his short sword.

But the tip of the Crimson Python Blood Spear was already in front of him.

A single shot through the throat.

The guard stared wide-eyed, clutching his neck with both hands, making a "hoarse" sound. His health bar instantly emptied, a flash of white light, and he was gone.

From the moment they engaged to the kill, it took less than two breaths.

When the soldiers around saw that their commander was gone, some took two steps back, and some trembled with fear.

Wu Feng gave them no time to react, and charged into the crowd with his gun.

One shot, one kill; clean and efficient.

Thirty or forty soldiers wiped them all out in less than ten breaths.

Another cluster of light appeared on the ground.

Wu Feng, carrying a gun, strode into the city gate.

He fought his way in, and several more groups of guards rushed out from the city gate to the main street, but he took them all down with a single shot.

When they arrived on the streets of the city, the people had already vanished.

The shops on both sides were closed, and the door panels were not yet fully installed, revealing dark gaps.

Vegetable baskets, bundles, shoes, and overturned loads were scattered on the ground, creating a mess.

Meanwhile, several players stood on the rooftop in the distance, looking this way.

One of the players, dressed in blue, twitched his lips, turned to look at the person next to him, and whispered, "This guy is too awesome."

The player squatting on the rooftop next to him nodded, his eyes fixed on Wu Feng's direction: "He couldn't even last one round before being wiped out by the defending general. That's terrifying."

The third player stood behind the roof ridge, only half his head showing, and said in a low voice, "One person attacking the city? That's terrifying."

"Look at his marksmanship, every shot kills an enemy, even a second-rate martial artist can't withstand a single shot from him."

"Is this the strength of the number one player on the leaderboard? I used to think it was just a matter of higher level and better equipment, but now it seems we're not even in the same league."

"Nonsense, have you ever seen a high-level player rush into a city and wreak havoc all by themselves? This game isn't one of those browser games where you can kill 999 people with a single hit."

"Stop talking, stop talking, he's looking over here."

Several players simultaneously shrank back and hid behind the roof ridge.

Wu Feng glanced in that direction but ignored it.

He looked away, staring at the empty street, and shook his head.

He's turned this game into a Dynasty Warriors Three Kingdoms game.

Let's get straight to mowing mode.

He continued walking forward with his gun in his hand. After a few steps, he heard the sound of wind breaking overhead.

Looking up, he saw a row of archers standing on the city wall, at least thirty or forty of them, nocking arrows and aiming them in his direction.

"Release the arrows!"

The leader shouted, and the bowstring twanged. Dozens of arrows flew down from the city wall, whistling through the air as they rained down on him.

Wu Feng stood still, and with a slight thought, the Nine Yang True Qi surged from his dantian, forming a layer of golden protective aura on his body.

The arrows struck the qi, as if hitting an invisible wall; some were bounced away, while others broke in two and fell to the ground.

A series of clanging sounds rang out, and the ground was littered with arrows and broken arrows.

Not a single arrow could touch his body.

With a light step, Wu Feng rose into the air, using the Lingbo Weibu technique to leap several times in the air and directly onto the city wall.

He twirled the Crimson Python Blood-Sworn Spear in his hand, then swept the tip out horizontally.

Before the nearest archer could even change weapons, the spear tip had already grazed his neck in a flash of white light.

Wu Feng landed on the city wall walkway, sweeping his spear tip left and right, each swing taking a life.

The archers threw down their bows, some drew their swords, some retreated, and some turned and ran.

But where could you run to on this section of the city wall?

Wu Feng picked up his gun and chased after them, killing them one by one.

In less than ten breaths, all the soldiers and archers stationed on the city wall were dealt with.

The ground was littered with orbs of light. Wu Feng bent down and picked up a few that were nearby, putting them into his backpack.