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

At the southern foot of Elephant Trunk Hill, the night was as dark as ink.

"kill!"

Lu Zheng let out a roar that echoed through the mountain valley. The veins on his arms bulged like coiled dragons as he gripped his long sword and swung it out with tremendous force.

"Clang—"

The clang of metal against metal was deafening. The Northern Barbarian soldiers blocking their way were forced back several steps by the immense force, with loose stones rolling beneath their feet.

Before the northern barbarian soldier could regain his footing, Lü Zheng had already pounced on him, slashing left and right with lightning speed, launching a series of fierce attacks!

As the longsword flashed, a dense net of cold light wove together, each move ruthless and aimed straight for vital points!

The northern barbarian soldiers were forced to defend themselves by the swift blades, and a moment's carelessness revealed their weaknesses.

"Whoosh!"

The gleaming blade precisely sliced ​​through the throat of the northern barbarian soldier, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Lu Zheng kept his eyes straight ahead, his wrist naturally sinking down to deliver a diagonal slash.

Another Northern Barbarian soldier fell to the ground, and after killing two more, he finally cleared the enemy blocking his way.

"Young General!"

Zhang Lu rushed up from behind, panting heavily, his face splattered with blood, and his armor still stained with undried blood and bits of flesh.

"The pursuers behind us have all been dealt with."

Lu Zheng looked back at the mountain path behind him, and a sudden pang of pain surged in his heart.

Tonight's breakout battle was several times more brutal than expected.

Nearly half of his elite troops were lost.

Of the two hundred elite soldiers of the Trapped Camp that Zhang Liao had initially assigned to him, only about eighty remain.

Suppressing the grief in his heart, Lü Zheng waved his hand and said resolutely, "Keep moving forward!"

A few miles ahead lies the boundary of Elephant Trunk Mountain. Once they step out of this mountainous area, they will be temporarily out of danger.

The mountain path at night was rugged and difficult to traverse, covered with loose stones and decaying leaves. People often tripped and fell, getting injured, but no one dared to linger for even a moment.

Even though their injuries were severe and the pain was excruciating, they gritted their teeth, quickly got up, and staggered to catch up with the group.

After passing through a dense jungle, the view suddenly opened up, and the hazy night outside the mountains was already visible.

A glint of light flashed in Lü Zheng's eyes, and he shouted in a high-pitched voice, "Speed ​​up! We're almost out!"

The soldiers under his command were invigorated, and their pace quickened involuntarily.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the rear of the group.

The sounds of hurried footsteps and rustling leaves blended together, clearly indicating that a large group of people were rushing over!

Before Lü Zheng and the others could distinguish friend from foe, the sound of something tearing through the air suddenly rang out!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Arrows rained down like a storm, and in an instant, more than ten soldiers fell to the ground, their screams echoing one after another.

"Young General, they are barbarian Tartars from the north!"

"Those sons of bitches, let's fight them to the death!"

"Kill! Kill all these Tartars!"

His soldiers, already burning with rage from the pursuit, were now determined to fight to the death when they saw the pursuers closing in again.

They gripped their weapons tightly, ready to turn and fight to the death.

Lu Zheng, however, remained clear-headed. His gaze swept over the direction of the pursuers, and his heart sank.

There were more than two hundred pursuers, and it was still unknown whether there would be reinforcements from behind.

If we get entangled here, once we are surrounded, our remaining forces will be completely annihilated.

"All troops, listen to my command: Retreat!"

Lu Zheng pointed straight south and shouted sharply, "Break through to the south! Move quickly!"

The group immediately followed Lü Zheng and ran south.

But would the Northern Barbarian pursuers let them escape so easily?

Amidst the chaos of battle, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the Northern Barbarian camp: "Han dogs, prepare to die!"

"Buzz—"

A broadsword, gleaming white, cleaved through the night sky with a powerful gust of wind, slashing straight into the ranks of the Great Qian soldiers.

Caught off guard, the two soldiers were struck squarely by the broadsword.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The sounds of bones shattering and flesh tearing were unbearable; the two men were cut in half at the waist.

Blood splattered all over the surrounding soldiers, turning them into blood-soaked figures.

"ah?!"

The surrounding soldiers were shocked and turned to look.

Then a northern barbarian general clad in black armor charged forward like an iron tower, exuding the power to cut two people in half at the waist.

This general had a face as black as charcoal and a burly, robust build.

The heavy, exaggerated broadsword was wielded with ease in his hands, each swing reaping a life with extreme ruthlessness!

Seeing their own soldiers retreating in defeat, they knew they would be bogged down if things continued this way.

Lu Zheng gritted his teeth and waved his hand, leading his personal guards to the front to buy time for the others to evacuate.

"Barbarians, stop your arrogance! Prepare to die!"

Lu Zheng's personal guards were all elite soldiers carefully selected from the Trapped Camp.

Only one person was selected from dozens of applicants, and their teamwork was extremely seamless.

Some protected Lü Zheng's flanks, while others fired arrows from the sides and rear, the arrows flying one after another towards the Northern Barbarian general.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Arrows rained down, but the dark-faced general, though seemingly clumsy, reacted with astonishing speed.

He sneered and swung his sword to parry.

With a flick of his broadsword, he deflected several arrows.

He then held the sword upright in front of him, forcefully blocking the remaining arrows.

As soon as the arrows stopped, the dark-faced general kicked the sword hard.

"Bang!"

The broadsword stirred up the sand and soil on the ground, all of which rushed towards Lü Zheng and the others' faces, obscuring their vision.

not good!

Lu Zheng felt a chill and immediately held his sword in front of him to protect himself.

A sudden gust of wind swept in, and a broadsword shot out from the dust, sending Lü Zheng and two elite soldiers from the Trapped Camp on either side flying almost simultaneously.

That strength is astonishing!

Lu Zheng's own strength was already top-notch in the army, but the strength of this black-faced general was like divine power, far exceeding that of ordinary people!

He stumbled back three steps before managing to regain his balance, but the elite soldiers on the flanks were not so lucky.

With their formation thrown into disarray, the broadsword seized the opportunity to press forward.

One of the elite soldiers swung his sword in resistance, but his longsword was snapped in two!

The broadsword struck his chest, sending him flying backward, coughing up blood.

Another elite soldier was caught off guard and his head was chopped off, rolling at Lü Zheng's feet, his eyes wide open and his face covered in blood.

Looking at the bloodied head at his feet, Lü Zheng felt a chill run down his spine.

In terms of strength, skills, and ferocity, he was no match for the northern barbarian general before him.

The opponent's strength is probably no less than that of my adoptive father, Zhang Liao!

"Hurry up!"

Lu Zheng had the idea of ​​retreating and charged south with his sword.

However, their retreat speed was far slower than the enemy's pursuit speed.

As the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty were killed one after another, the black-faced general burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha! A bunch of useless Han dogs!"

"Grandpa Baoyin will slaughter you all today, leaving no one alive! Prepare to die!"

As Bao Yin got into the swing of things, his steps became even faster.

He was like a human bull, and none of those who tried to stop him could withstand a single blow.

In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Lü Zheng again, raised his broadsword high, and slammed it down from above!

"Drink!"

"Clang!"

Lu Zheng gritted his teeth and took the blow, but his arms instantly went numb and his tiger's mouth split open. He was sent flying backward by the shock.

Despite the excruciating pain, he forcefully hurled the long sword in his hand at Baoyin.

Bao Yin lightly swung his broadsword, deflecting the longsword, and grinned cruelly: "Still dare to struggle in your death throes? Fine! I'll cut off your limbs and leave you to slowly await your death!"

Lu Zheng was in grave danger, and Zhang Lu and the others were furious.

They tried to rush to the rescue, but were held back by the Northern Barbarian soldiers, and remained at a distance.

"Whoosh!"

The broadsword slashed down again, aiming straight for Lü Zheng's knee!

With this sword strike, his legs will surely be severed!

Lu Zheng gritted his teeth and tried his best to move his body to dodge.

Despite the burning anxiety in his heart, his body remained sluggish from the force of the impact.

it's over...

Lu Zheng sighed inwardly.

When he asked Zhang Liao for permission to enter Elephant Trunk Mountain, he was prepared to die.

But he was unwilling to give up, unwilling to fall just before the dawn when he was about to escape!

"Father, your son has given his life for his country..."

Lu Zheng slowly closed his eyes, awaiting death.

"call out--"

A sharp whooshing sound suddenly entered his ears, and Lü Zheng opened his eyes abruptly, just in time to see a dark shadow flash past in front of him.

"Clang!"

A burst of sparks suddenly erupted from the side of Bao Yin's broadsword, and the heavy blade was forced to shift half an inch to the side by the impact.

"Bang!"

The broadsword slammed heavily onto the ground, its tip only three inches from Lü Zheng's knee.

A dark red, armor-piercing arrow spun and flew into the sky.

Having narrowly escaped death, Lü Zheng was both shocked and overjoyed. Just then, a clear voice rang out in the darkness: "Lord Lü, hurry!"