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

"kill!"

Li Yan fiercely shook his Crimson Flame Broken Army Spear, and his Crimson Flame Steed galloped away, kicking up clouds of dust!

The spear tip flashed with cold light, piercing through several northern barbarian soldiers in succession, its sharpness unstoppable!

Li Yan led from the front, and his troops from the capital followed bravely, advancing rapidly and sweeping through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum.

Just as he was about to charge into the enemy's core in one fell swoop, a thunderous shout suddenly came from the front.

"To be loyal to one's country!"

"To be loyal to one's country!"

"To be loyal to one's country!"

Li Yan raised an eyebrow and looked up, only to see more than a thousand people charging towards them against the tide.

These thousand people were covered in blood-red dye, their bodies dripping with blood from head to toe.

At first glance, it looks like a monstrous demon crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, ferocious and terrifying!

Li Yan showed no fear, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Playing tricks! Kill them!"

The army pressed forward, and a fierce battle erupted instantly.

Li Yan wielded the Crimson Flame Broken Army Spear with immense force, aiming straight for the chest of a death warrior.

Upon seeing this, the assassin swung his sword to block.

"Clang!"

The clang of metal clashing rang out, and the lance in Li Yan's hand was shaken and sank slightly.

The strength of the assassins far exceeded expectations, which surprised Li Yan slightly.

Before he could make any further adjustments, with a crisp "thud," the Crimson Flame Breaking Army Spear pierced through the assassin's armor and abdomen, protruding straight out from behind him.

Even though the assassin was spitting blood, he still fought to the death and refused to retreat.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the lance, intending to use his own flesh and blood to entangle Li Yan's attack.

"roll!"

Li Yan let out a loud shout and twisted his wrist.

The horse spear was swung violently, throwing the assassin far away.

Intestines and blood were scattered all over the ground, the scene was extremely bloody.

Just as one person was killed, two more blood-red assassins arrived in quick succession.

One man charged straight at Li Yan's spear, while another swung his sword and slashed at Li Yan's warhorse.

"court death!"

Li Yan roared angrily, and his Crimson Flame Broken Army Spear slammed down on the assassins charging from the front.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the assassin's head was smashed open and bleeding profusely, but he still did not fall.

Instead, he clung tightly to the lance, roaring, "Quickly!"

The assassins on the other side had already rushed to the Crimson Steed and were about to slash it with their swords.

The Crimson Flame Steed was incredibly intelligent. Upon seeing this, it suddenly raised its hoof and kicked the assassin hard in the chest.

The assassin screamed and flew backward, but before he could land, more assassins swarmed towards him.

This group of assassins not only possessed astonishing combat power, but were also fearless in the face of death, seemingly impervious to pain.

Some people secretly set up tripwires, some people relentlessly pursued Li Yan, and others risked their lives to block the personal guards around Li Yan.

To make matters worse, the Blood Vanguard soldiers also turned their attention to him.

The dense, blood-red arrows were all locked onto Li Yan alone.

Even with Li Yan's exceptional bravery, it would be difficult for him to cope with such a simultaneous siege.

"Clang!"

An arrow was shot toward his abdomen, but was blocked by his armor.

Before he could catch his breath, another arrow came flying in and struck him squarely in the chest.

Under immense force, Li Yan was thrown off his horse.

Upon seeing Li Yan fall from his horse, the assassins swarmed forward like madmen.

The battlefield was now in utter chaos, fraught with danger.

Li Yan originally led nearly 20,000 troops in a surprise attack on the enemy's rear, but was cut off by 2,000 Northern Barbarian cavalry.

Even so, with his 10,000 troops from the capital, he was confident he could defeat the enemy's 8,000-plus men.

Unexpectedly, the enemy army also harbored the Blood Vanguard Battalion and 1,200 incredibly powerful assassins.

These elite soldiers became the main force in killing the capital's troops, and they also kept Li Yan tightly occupied, putting him in a desperate and precarious situation!

Behind the Daqian army formation, Prince Li Zhen of Jin and Fang Hui led two thousand soldiers to stay behind.

When news of the battle reached them, Li Zhen suddenly grabbed the messenger's arm, his voice urgent: "Is it true? The Northern Barbarians actually have cavalry lying in ambush, trapping my brother?"

The messenger nodded repeatedly, his expression flustered, and said, "I dare not deceive Your Highness, the battle situation I relayed is absolutely true!"

A complex expression flashed in Li Zhen's eyes.

There was worry, there was astonishment, and deep down there was a hint of barely perceptible smugness.

Upon hearing the news, Fang Hui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, stamping his feet and exclaiming, "Those Northern barbarians are so cunning! They even have cavalry hidden among them!"

"No, we must send troops to support His Highness immediately!"

After saying this, Fang Hui was about to give the order to lead the troops to set off, but Li Zhen stopped him.

"Lord Fang, don't worry. Although the local troops in the capital region have been blocked, the Emperor still has the capital's troops protecting him."

"Besides, we only have two thousand soldiers at our disposal. Even if we went, could we turn the tide of the battle?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Hui's face was filled with anxiety, and he said helplessly, "Then...then are we just supposed to watch and do nothing?"

He always prided himself on his wisdom and resourcefulness, but at this moment he lost his usual composure and was completely flustered.

Li Zhen nodded slightly, his tone helpless: "I'm afraid we can only wait for the right opportunity."

"May Heaven bless my brother, and with his bravery, may he break through the enemy's central command and turn the tide of the battle."

The fact that King Li Yan of Qin was trapped among the enemy forces made the already stalemate in the battle even more unpredictable.

On Niujiaoyuan, the massive battle involving over 100,000 people has reached its most critical moment.

Both the Great Qian and the Northern Barbarians are gritting their teeth and holding on, gambling on their last breath.

At this point, neither side had any fresh troops available to influence the battlefield...

"Drink!"

With a roar, Li Yan unleashed his Crimson Flame Spear once more, piercing the bodies of three Northern Barbarian assassins in succession.

The three assassins reached out almost simultaneously and clung tightly to the lance, refusing to let go even at the cost of their lives.

Li Yan had long since lost count of how many assassins he had killed; a rough estimate put it at forty or fifty.

But these assassins seemed to be possessed, fearless and undaunted by death.

They had only one thought in their minds—to cling to him no matter what!

Li Yan pulled hard on the lance, but found that it wouldn't budge.

"kill!"

The assassins on both sides rushed forward again, their long swords aimed straight at Li Yan's arm.

In his haste, Li Yan had no choice but to abandon his spear.

While dodging, he drew his Crimson Scale Ring-Headed Blade and slashed at the enemy who was close behind.

Li Yan grew increasingly alarmed. If this stalemate continued, not only would he be unable to break through Bayan Mengke's rear army, but he himself would likely be trapped and die here.

Thinking of this, he roared at his personal guards, "Follow me and charge forward! Take down the enemy general!"

Li Yan was impatient for quick success and attempted to strike directly at the heart of the enemy's stronghold.

However, his soldiers were already firmly blocked by the enemy and were unable to organize an effective charge.

His offensive, spearheaded by his own bravery, was quickly pushed back by the enemy.

After two unsuccessful attacks, the morale of Li Yan's troops had been greatly diminished.

If we continue the charge, the entire army may be wiped out.

He turned to retreat, but was still unwilling to give up.

For a moment, Li Yan was caught in a dilemma, unable to make a decision.

Behind the Great Qian army, Fang Hui was on the verge of collapse with anxiety, and once again pleaded, "His Highness Prince Qin must be deeply surrounded, Your Highness Prince Jin, we cannot wait any longer!"

He gritted his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes: "We will lead our troops to flank from the right and risk our lives to rescue His Highness the King of Qin!"

Li Zhen's face twitched slightly as he said, "Lord Fang, I am also worried about my elder brother's safety, but we should both know our own limitations. Neither of us is skilled in commanding troops; if we rashly go, wouldn't we just be adding to the chaos and sending ourselves to our deaths?"

Fang Hui gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on the battlefield to the north.

"I don't care! Even if I die, I, Fang Hui, will die on the road to rescuing His Highness the Prince of Qin!"

Just as he was about to order the troops to march out, a deafening battle cry suddenly came from the left flank.

Fang Hui was startled and quickly turned his head to look. He then saw a scene that he would never forget.

About three thousand soldiers were charging at the flank of the Northern Barbarian army when they saw the banner clearly. They exclaimed in surprise, "The Zhenyuan Army? General Zhang?!"

Among the banners of the Zhenyuan Army, Zhang Liao's general's flag was still flying!

A fine horse galloped in, and the rider, clad in armor, was none other than Qiao Ping, the deputy general of the Zhenyuan Army.

"Lord Fang, His Highness Prince Jin!"

Qiao Ping dismounted and hurriedly bowed.

Without a word of pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "The war is at a stalemate, and His Highness the Prince of Qin is trapped. General Zhang requests that you two immediately lead your troops into battle to rescue His Highness the Prince of Qin and defeat the Northern Barbarian army!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Hui was completely stunned, his face filled with disbelief: "General Zhang is injured, how... how can he still go into battle?"

A look of sorrow crossed Qiao Ping's face as he said in a deep voice, "General Zhang has his own methods. This... is also my general's last battle! Please, Your Highness Prince Jin and Lord Fang, follow immediately!"

Having said that, he mounted his horse and spurred it to gallop towards the left flank.

Fang Hui was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. He drew his sword and shouted, "All troops, listen up! Follow General Zhang and kill the enemy! Kill!"

Zhang Liao led out the last three thousand garrison troops from the city. This number was not much in a battle involving an army of one hundred thousand.

But the moment Zhang Liao's banner appeared on the battlefield, the left flank of the Daqian army instantly erupted in cheers!

When the soldiers of Zhenyuan Army and the local army of Jingji saw that general's flag.

And when Zhang Liao, who was wearing bright mountain-patterned armor and wielding a tiger-headed silver spear, was under his command.

Cheers shook the heavens and echoed throughout Niujiaoyuan.

"General Zhang! It's General Zhang!"

"General, you are mighty!"

"General Zhang is mighty!"

"The general is here! We're saved!"