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Chapter 707 One Shot

Do not raise an army in anger, nor wage war in resentment.

The principle is extremely simple; even someone who has read a few books could explain it, let alone someone like Cui Ming.

The problem is that knowing is easy, but doing is hard.

Especially when it comes to their own vital interests, they always harbor a侥幸心理 (a sense of wishful thinking) and always feel that luck will surely come their way.

In reality, only one in ten thousand people can truly benefit from such a situation.

However, because such incidents are extremely rare, whenever one occurs, it is widely publicized.
This leads many people to believe that this is the norm.
They believe that as long as you have confidence and determination, it is possible to achieve it.

The bolder the man, the more fertile the land!
If conditions allow, we should proceed; if conditions don't allow, we should create them and proceed.

In reality, 99% of such people will be eliminated.

If you were to ask Li Dachui which type of battle he likes to fight the most...
He will definitely tell you that his favorite thing is to sweep through with absolute power.

Elephants don't care about ant traps.
The tiger was completely unfazed by the wild dog's all-out attack.

If you can't overwhelm them with sheer strength, then building strongholds and engaging in drawn-out battles is also a viable option.

If someone had carefully studied Li Dachui's process of destroying the Yuan Dynasty, setting aside the conspiracies and tricks, and the fact that he divided his opponents, in the actual battles between the two armies, Li Dachui always managed to create a situation where he had more troops than his opponents in local battlefields.

That was the key to his victory.

The ability of Li Dachui to consistently create situations where he outnumbers the enemy in crucial battles and at critical locations is what truly demonstrates his skill and makes him a legendary general.

To win with fewer troops, to overcome the strong with the weak, to defeat the many with the few, to employ ingenious strategies and clever tactics.

This is the privilege of the weak.
The strong never stoop to such things.

What the strong like is to make you know what they are going to do, but you have no ability or opportunity to resist.

Cui Ming committed a grave mistake.

Knowing full well that things are hopeless, yet still clinging to the mentality of gambling one last time, and betting everything on a desperate attempt, one will naturally end up losing everything.

Although he has withdrawn, the final outcome is likely still that he will be swallowed up by a larger force, but there is still some time to maneuver, and it is not necessarily that there is no chance to make up for his losses.

However, the mindset of a family with a thousand-year history dictated that he was absolutely unwilling to give up his ancestral business or what he considered fundamental.

Then this bet will leave him with nothing.

The battle between Zhou Zhi and Cui Ming was evenly matched, but in the fight between their main forces under Yangguan Pass, the Beiting Protectorate had the absolute upper hand.

It is extremely rare for a lone army fighting without allies to be able to launch an attack at this time. Only a private army raised by the Cui family for many years could have such cohesion.

"Old man Cui, if you don't get out of here, you won't be able to leave after your army is wiped out!" Zhou Zhi brandished his broadsword and fought fiercely with Cui Ming's Long River Sword. One side was furious, while the other was leisurely.

Seeing An Xuan's cavalry charge into the battlefield once again, Cui Ming sighed. The Long River Sword shone brightly, as if a blazing sun had risen over the battlefield. Even Zhou Zhi could only sheathe his sword and retreat to avoid the brunt of the attack.

The sun rises high, brilliant but short-lived.

A moment later, the light faded, and Cui Ming was already more than a hundred meters away.

The sword light was like a swimming dragon, rolling forward. Anyone who stood in his way was cut into countless pieces by the sharp sword energy. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the armored man followed Cui Ming and broke out of the encirclement.

Seeing all this, Zhou Zhi flew into a rage.
I didn't want to kill you, but you're so ungrateful.

Just as they were about to move forward, they suddenly stopped.

Because he saw an extremely magnificent black horse galloping towards the battlefield from afar.

The man on horseback, with his robes fluttering and his black hair dancing in the wind, who else could it be but Xiao Changche? Huh?
Why is there another person behind me?
Upon closer inspection, Zhou Zhi was overjoyed; it turned out to be that brat Li Dachui.

He was still worried about that kid.

He'd been away for almost a year, and his wife had been pregnant and given birth for ten months. Not only was this brat not by his side, but he'd also found another woman outside.

If this woman were an ordinary person, it wouldn't matter; she would always find a way to arrange things properly. But this person is none other than Jiang Qian, the Empress Dowager of Southern Chu, the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, and a master of innate cultivation.

Clearly, such a woman would never be content to be subservient to others.

Xiao Changche's fiery temper was also widely known.

It's fine if these two women don't meet now, but what if they do meet in the future?
Zhou Zhi thought about it and felt worried for the kid.

However, it seems that Xiao Changche has stopped being angry now.

In the days leading up to the news, even Zhou Zhi was hesitant to face Xiao Changche, and the news that reached his ears made him uneasy.

Xiao Changche appeared calm.

But the calmer the situation, the more severe the attack may be.

But now it seems the two of them actually rode together on one horse! Wait! The big hammer sitting behind them even has his arm around Xiao Changche's waist. Unbelievable!

Zhou Zhi slung his broadsword over his shoulder and watched with a smile as the large black horse drew ever closer.

"A fine son and a fine wife!"

He nodded and praised.

Cui Ming naturally saw the big black horse galloping towards him, and the two people on it.

There was no way to avoid it.

A lone plume of smoke rises straight from the desert, the setting sun hangs round over the long river.
At this moment, with all his might, he could only move forward; there was no turning back, only life or death!
He roared and forced all his true energy into the Long River Sword in his hand.

The brilliant sun rose again, even more fiercely than when it had forced Zhou Zhi back. Cui Ming left himself no room for further maneuvering.

A full blow.

Xiao Changche let out a clear whistle, raised his spear, and the red tassels burst open, each one standing straight up. At the tip of the spear, a sword light several feet long flickered erratically. Enveloped by the True Power of Slaying Heaven, the entire spear, from shaft to blade, flowed like water.

Behind him, Li Dachui wrapped one arm around Xiao Changche's slender waist, while the other hand was placed on Xiao Changche's back, and the Qi of Heaven and Earth immediately surged into the other's body.

In the past, he often treated Xiao Changche's injuries and removed the heavy burdens from Xiao Changche's body. He was extremely familiar with Xiao Changche's method of circulating true qi. When he felt the infusion of Qiankun Qi, Xiao Changche was completely unprepared and used the True Qi of Fatian to guide Qiankun Qi out of the spear.

The spear was once again covered with countless blue sparks edged with silver.

With its four hooves pounding the ground, the black creature appeared from afar like a streak of black light flashing past.

The black horse and the long spear disappeared into the dazzling sunlight.

On the battlefield, countless eyes were fixed on that dazzling spot.

With a deafening roar, the light dissipated, and a black streak of light reappeared before everyone's eyes. Without stopping, it continued to rush forward. Behind them, Cui Ming sprang up like a bullet, disappearing from everyone's sight in a few leaps.

A bright, sparkling rain fell from mid-air, pattering onto the ground as Cui Ming's Long River Sword was shattered into pieces.

"Why not kill him?" Xiao Changche asked.

“If I kill him, how will I control Cui Shu in the future?” Li Dachui laughed.

(End of this chapter)