Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Zheng Yan was in the midst of his battle when a tiger's roar suddenly echoed through the long street from ahead.

"You barbarian barbarians, cease your arrogance! Your grandfather, Shi Chong, is here!"

Shi Chong, carrying a heavy iron rod, strode to block Zheng Yan's path.

The stick was stained with blood, exuding a chilling aura!

Upon seeing that it was Shi Chong, a fierce glint suddenly flashed in Zheng Yan's bloodshot eyes.

"Shi Chong? Traitor, you're courting death! This general will kill you first, then stew you and eat your meat!"

Shi Chong raised his staff to meet the attack, and as soon as they clashed, he felt a mountain-like force rushing towards him.

Zheng Yan possessed immense strength and exceptional agility, wielding the Soul-Snatching Halberd with ferocious speed, each strike aimed directly at vital points.

The two exchanged blows for no more than ten rounds before Shi Chong found himself in grave danger, nearly suffering a fatal wound from the Soul-Snatching Halberd.

"Big brother! I'm here to help you!"

Seeing that Shi Chong was losing ground, Zhang Tie hurriedly dragged his bright silver plum blossom hammer over and joined forces with Shi Chong to attack Zheng Yan.

The streets were filled with the sounds of battle and chaos.

Swords clashed everywhere, and blood stained the bluestone path.

Inside the Jimingcheng military camp, before the news of the breached city gates could spread, shouts of battle from the direction of the General's Mansion pierced the night and reverberated in our ears.

The person in charge of the military camp was Tuolei, Zheng Yan's deputy general.

Upon hearing the strange noise, he immediately climbed the watchtower to look into the distance, and was shocked to see the situation clearly.

"Oh no! Rebels have entered the city! General, you are in grave danger!"

Torre dared not delay, quickly mustered a thousand soldiers, and headed straight for the general's mansion after leaving the camp.

The night was as dark as ink, and the once bustling streets were now deserted, with only the cold wind blowing through the alleyway, carrying a sense of desolation.

Torre turned into an alley, only to find that the only way to the general's mansion was blocked.

Several flatbed trucks were blocking the road, piled high with flammable materials such as straw and pine resin.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a rocket shot through the sky!

Sparks landed on the car, instantly igniting the straw.

The pungent smell of pine resin wafted in the wind, and the blazing fire instantly blocked their path.

In the firelight, a group of figures slowly walked out.

The leader was a handsome and tall young man. He said coldly, "Trying to rescue people? This road is blocked!"

Torre's facial muscles twitched, and he roared, "Screw you! Charge in there!"

He was concerned for Zheng Yan's safety and just wanted to rush over there as soon as possible.

They had neither figured out the origins of their opponent nor understood why the General's Mansion had not sent a message for so long.

His confusion eventually turned into murderous intent. Torre stepped forward with his spear and sent the charred cart flying with a single shot.

He was met with a dense rain of arrows.

Torre wielded his spear like a wheel, deflecting all the arrows.

However, his soldiers were not so capable; the first batch of soldiers who rushed forward were shot down in an instant, numbering more than ten.

Torre was furious and thrust his spear repeatedly like a dragon emerging from the water.

Instantly, three Zhenyuan soldiers fell to the ground, each with a bloody hole pierced through their chest.

Before he could make another move, the handsome young man who had spoken earlier had already arrived like a whirlwind.

The young man moved with lightning speed, easily dodging Torre's spear as it thrust out.

Torre was greatly shocked. This speed was unmatched by any military officer in the entire Chicken City garrison. Perhaps only a general could rival him!

Startled, Torre quickly brandished his spear, attempting to sweep it away and force his opponent to retreat.

Unexpectedly, the other party grabbed the gun barrel with one hand and quickly closed in.

Torre sneered and used the leverage to strike the butt of the gun, trying to shake the young man's hand away.

In his mind, the other party would definitely suffer a split in their hand, or even have their hand bones shattered.

But the opponent was incredibly strong; as he gripped the gun barrel, he suddenly pulled it backward.

"Let go!"

Torre roared, but involuntarily released the gun barrel, his hands bleeding from the friction of the barrel.

The burning pain in his palm instantly brought Torre to his senses: this man was as brave as a general, the only way was to retreat!

Seeing that Lin Feng had already arrived, Torre disregarded his dignity, grabbed a soldier from behind him, and threw him violently at Lin Feng.

"Whoosh!"

With a flash of cold light, Lin Feng's Cheng Ying sword cleaved the soldier in two.

Blood and organs were splattered all over the ground, and thick blood droplets splashed all over Lin Feng.

Want to run?

Lin Feng grabbed the spear from the ground and threw it like a javelin at Torre's back.

With Lin Feng's superhuman strength amplified, the spear hurtled through the air.

Torre was terrified and hurriedly grabbed two soldiers to shield him.

Two muffled thuds were heard, and two soldiers were pierced through by a single spear thrust.

The spear, still brimming with momentum, knocked Torre into the crowd.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

Torre was already terrified of Lin Feng and was convinced that he was no match for him.

In fact, with his martial arts skills, it wouldn't be difficult for him to hold off Lin Feng for more than ten rounds if he fought to the death.

He was afraid to fight because he saw that Lin Feng was skilled in martial arts and had monstrous strength and speed.

While fleeing for his life, Torre did not forget to order a retreat, but this caused great suffering to the soldiers fighting hard at the front.

They wanted to retreat, but the Zhenyuan Army gave them no chance and surrounded them tightly.

More than a thousand northern barbarian soldiers were surrounded, and in the end, less than three hundred escaped, suffering a crushing defeat.

"That was exhilarating! That was such a satisfying battle!"

Wang Dahu laughed as he walked to Lin Feng's side and asked, "Little Feng, where do we go next? Burn down the Tartar camp?"

"No need. The military camp is already an empty shell. We can just send two hundred brothers over to take over!"

With that, Lin Feng turned and pointed to the General's Mansion: "Let's go and meet up with General Shi to kill Zheng Yan!"

Raymond Lam had long harbored deep hatred for this "cannibalistic general".

The thought that the young girl he had seen during the day might have become his meal fueled his murderous intent.

He had assumed things would go smoothly at the General's Mansion as well, but the situation was quite the opposite.

The two armies fought to a standstill, with the three generals of the rebel army being relentlessly suppressed by Zheng Yan, facing perilous situations.

The rebel army was composed of a diverse group of people and lacked systematic training. Although they had a numerical advantage, their combat effectiveness was mediocre.

Those guarding the general's mansion were all Zheng Yan's loyal and elite troops.

Although they were few in number, they were all fearless and fought against an army that outnumbered them several times over.

Furthermore, Zheng Yan is a truly formidable general.

Even if some people in the Northern Barbarian court disliked him, they still had to rely on his bravery.

The Soul-Snatching Halberd in his hand was twelve feet long, yet this heavy weapon felt as light as a feather in his hands.

"kill!"

Zheng Yan shouted and swept out the Soul-Snatching Halberd.

Shi Chong and Zhang Tie hurriedly joined forces to parry, and two loud "clang clang" sounds were deafening. The two were shaken back several steps by the force before they could barely regain their footing.

"die!"

Suddenly, a delicate shout rang out, and Feng Qing descended from the sky with her peach blossom spear in hand, the tip of which pierced straight into Zheng Yan's back!

"Well done!"

Zheng Yan leaped off his warhorse, the Soul-Snatching Halberd in his hand trembling violently.

Inside the hilt of the Soul-Snatching Halberd is a bronze sleeve containing three finger bones.

It emitted a piercing metallic hum as it shook, which was unsettling.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Yan flicked his wrist, and a gut-splitting blade transformed into a hidden weapon, shooting straight at Feng Qing!

"Be careful, my stepsister!"

Shi Chong's expression changed drastically, and he charged forward with his staff.

Zhang Tie followed closely behind.

Caught off guard, Feng Qing hurriedly swung her gun to parry, barely managing to deflect the guillotine-slicing blade.

During that brief delay, Zheng Yan's face curled into a strange smile.

He slightly opened his mouth and let out a shrill whistle like the howl of a demon.

"Waaah—"

The next moment, Zheng Yan's arm muscles bulged, and with incredible speed, he swung the Soul-Snatching Halberd, slamming it hard into the weapons of Shi Chong and Zhang Tie.

The force of this attack was even greater than before, and the two screamed as they were sent flying backward.

After Zhang Tie landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Feng Qing landed at that moment and, seeing an opportunity, immediately launched another fierce attack.

"Hey girl, no! Back off!"

Shi Chong roared in desperation, Zheng Yan's strength was too terrifying, and Feng Qing was no match for him.

But Feng Qing had already made a desperate gamble, determined to fight to the death.

"Clang!"

The Soul-Snatching Halberd spun around and struck Feng Qing's Peach Blossom Spear hard.

Feng Qing felt her hands go numb and almost lost all feeling.

The peach blossom spear flew out of his hand, spinning and soaring into the air.

Her eyes reflected Zheng Yan's handsome yet bloodthirsty face, his gaze fixed on her as if he had found the perfect prey.

The next moment, the Soul-Snatching Halberd pierced Feng Qing's lower abdomen, about to disembowel her.

At this critical moment, a cold sword shadow descended from the sky.

"Clang!"

The Cheng Ying sword struck the head of the Soul-Stealing Halberd with precision, forcefully pressing it to the ground.

"boom!"

Several bricks beneath his feet shattered with a crack, demonstrating the terrifying force of the blow.

Lin Feng, slightly out of breath, stood firmly in front of Feng Qing.

"If you want to kill her, ask me first!"