Starting as a centurion, he fought his way through the chaos of the world.

Chapter 106 Victory

In the pitch-black night, an elite army was approaching the military camp directly ahead at an extremely fast pace.

"Tap!"

The scouts released by the rebels were patrolling around the city, partly to prevent the people of Yunmeng City from escaping or breaking out.

At the same time, it also guards against the opponent's sneak attacks.

Although the latter was considered impossible by the rebel leadership.

After all, there were only tens of thousands of troops in the city, while they had hundreds of thousands.

The disparity in troop strength between the two sides is too great.

A sneak attack is practically tantamount to suicide.

Therefore, these patrolling rebels didn't pay much attention, and a group of over a hundred men leisurely rode their warhorses forward.

They had already been spotted by Lu Ming from a distance.

The other person waved.

Hu Fei took a step forward, and the bow was drawn to its full extent.

Behind him were two thousand archers, also with their bows drawn and arrows nocked.

"Whoosh!" A sharp sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

A group of rebel scouts who were just laughing and joking were instantly wiped out.

No survivors were left.

When he collapsed to the ground, a large amount of blood was seeping from his mouth and body.

"Keep moving forward!" Lu Ming's deep voice rang out.

He wasn't riding a horse, he was on foot, but he was moving extremely fast.

The dark mass of warriors continued forward.

Moments later, they reached the front of the rebel camp.

The camp gates were tightly shut, and soldiers were guarding the watchtowers.

Rebel soldiers were moving back and forth on both sides.

"Sir, when do we attack?" Hu Fei ran over, bending over.

The body was hidden in the shadows, but the eyes were bright and sparkling.

“Now!” Lu Ming said without hesitation.

The next moment, Hu Fei raised his bow and arrow.

"Whoosh!" The soldiers behind them all did the same.

They hunched over and moved slowly forward.

Once the rebels at the gate were within firing range...

He stood up instantly and drew the bowstring.

"Whoa!"

"laugh!"

A piercing shriek and the sound of sharp weapons piercing flesh rang out.

The rebel soldiers at the camp gate had their bodies pierced.

The soldiers on the watchtower didn't even have time to give a warning before an arrow lodged in their heads, and they fell to the ground.

However, the commotion was too great and eventually alerted the rebels inside.

Someone rushed out shouting.

The next moment, they saw Hu Fei and his men running forward while nocking their bows and shooting arrows.

It actually slowed down the advance of the rebel army.

They were prevented from approaching the village gate.

After seeing that the archers on the other side were being suppressed.

Lu Ming roared, "Kill!"

Then, it rushed forward at an extremely fast speed.

The Mo Dao soldiers followed closely behind.

The soldiers from each battalion roared and charged forward.

Just as Lu Ming rushed to the entrance of the camp, he swept out with the Great Wilderness Halberd in his palm.

"Kara!"

The several-meter-high gate was instantly smashed by his single blow.

Amidst the flying sawdust, the tall figure had already stepped into the rebel camp.

Lu Shi and Zheng Yong followed him from the left and right.

The former was covered in iron armor, and swung two battle axes back and forth in his hands.

In an instant, the arena was filled with a mist of blood.

Lu Ming was the most valiant; his halberd swung with immense force.

The army followed closely behind.

In a short time, they stormed into the center of the camp.

Many of the rebels inside had clearly just woken up.

Some of the armor and clothing weren't even properly worn.

They hurriedly came out to meet the challenge.

At that moment, torches were lit at each gate of the distant city, and smoke rose from them.

Shouts of battle echoed all around.

It seems someone has attacked again.

The only question is who the target is.

King Muye, who had just emerged from his tent, glanced around the chaotic camp.

Then they saw a general with his face covered in blood running over.

How many enemies have arrived?

"Tens of thousands of men, but they are all elites and very strong."

The general said in a panic.

Just now, he was almost knocked away by Lu Ming's halberd.

If someone hadn't stood in front of him, he would probably be dead by now.

"Immediately notify the other two battalions that they must not move without orders, in order to prevent the people in the city from launching another sneak attack."

"King Muye said in a deep voice."

He believed that with only 10,000 men, defeating them would not be a problem.

"Yes, sir!" the general replied, and then carefully retreated.

Makino-o, holding his long sword, looked at the others behind him and said, "Follow me to meet the enemy!"

Then, he strode towards the place where the battle was raging.

Lu Ming's army charged left and right across the battlefield.

There is almost no enemy that can match him.

A rebel expert at the Innate Realm had barely approached when the back of his halberd struck, shattering his head.

His attacks were domineering and heavy.

With a "boom," the battle halberd landed on the ground, cracking the earth.

The rebel soldiers standing in front instantly staggered and fell to the side.

Then, the army trampled forward.

The battlefield was left with a pool of minced meat.

Wherever they went, these so-called elite rebel troops retreated.

Just then, King Muye also rushed over.

He had originally intended to make a move, but after seeing Lu Ming's ferocity, he changed his mind.

They hesitated for a moment.

Several of his innate masters were besieging Lu Ming.

But we couldn't get close at all.

With just a casual strike, the person was sent flying.

His proud and fierce general.

In the hands of the other party, they are like children.

The army behind Lu Ming was equally impressive.

They were all clad in heavy armor and wielded gleaming broadswords.

When it glides out, it is simply indestructible.

Even his own elite armored soldiers were cut down with a single stroke of that blade.

Blood mist sprayed out.

This scene made the previously furious King Muye dare not approach any further.

He knew that although he was better than his generals, his abilities were still very limited.

If they really charge forward, they probably won't be able to withstand Lu Ming's attack.

"How could there be such a powerful figure in Yunzhou? He's no less capable than Marquis Hongshan!"

Makino-o couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Then, turning to his personal guards, he said, "Set up an incense table and invite the Crocodile God!"

He almost ground his teeth to powder when he spoke.

Although in his view, Crocodile God was invincible.

But inviting them would be too costly.

Thirty thousand blood offerings are needed.

He wasn't showing pity for the common people.

Rather, in this chaotic world, there are simply not many able-bodied young men.

The Crocodile God needs young people.

He was really reluctant to do so.

However, there's no time to worry about that now.

The army in front of them was too strong. If they didn't call upon the Crocodile God, their army would likely be annihilated in a short time.

"I'm going right now!"

The captain of the personal guard beside him hurriedly retreated; he was now completely panicked.

The strength of the army before them exceeded everyone's expectations. Moments later, an altar and offerings were set up in the chaotic camp.

There were even several living people lying on the table.

They were struggling violently as the cold blade sliced ​​across their necks.

Blood sprayed out.

Several young men thrashed about on the ground, and a moment later they lost their breath.

Makino-o stood to the side, muttering to himself, seemingly saying nothing.

Then, a look of joy appeared on his face. "Tell the brothers to hold off the army from Yunzhou. Crocodile God will be here soon."

Then, they continued to look towards the battlefield.

Then, a frown appeared between his brows.

Because his troops were showing signs of collapse.

The ground was littered with corpses, and the overturned campfire burned wildly throughout the camp.

He felt a vague sense of regret.

We shouldn't provoke this Yunzhou army.

Who could have imagined that their massive army would be utterly powerless against the enemy?

Time passed by minute by minute.

King Muye was getting nervous; a rout was inevitable.

No matter how his personal guards threatened, intimidated, or even killed him, they could not stop the rebels from fleeing.

His personal guards were overwhelmed by the fleeing rebels while trying to stop them.

The battlefield was now in complete chaos.

Makino-o glanced into the distance and also had the idea of ​​escaping.

"Boom!"

However, at that moment, a booming sound came from outside the battlefield.

Then, a giant crocodile came charging straight at us.

Its body, as thin as a dead tree, was tens of meters long, and its sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight.

It made a huge noise when it crashed into us.

Behind it followed a dense swarm of crocodiles, much smaller but still terrifying.

There were even some wild warriors standing on top, wearing bamboo armor, with disheveled hair and carrying various weapons.

"Yo-yo!" they shouted as they charged forward.

Such a scene caused a chilling glint to flash in Lu Ming's eyes.

He was not afraid when he saw the giant crocodile army charging towards him.

Instead, he ordered, "All battalion commanders, disperse! Mo Dao soldiers, 'Suppressing Prison Mountain of Blades'!"

"Wow!"

The next moment, the captain under his command led his men to disperse to the surrounding area.

Only the Mo Dao soldiers led by Zheng Yong.

It moved across the battlefield with extremely strange steps.

In a short while, when the Qi (vital energy) is in harmony.

A towering mountain of blades appeared on the battlefield.

The mountain peaks, tens of feet high, were formed from the convergence of blades, and below them, an unknown dark mist gathered, resembling the aura of the netherworld.

They formed various kinds of masks of pain, and could even let out roars.

It is like a mountain from hell.

At the top of the mountain, there is a throne several meters high.

A tall figure sat atop it, like a king from the underworld.

He held a long sword in his palm.

As the giant crocodile charged in.

A figure brandished a knife and charged out.

On the mountain of knives, equally astonishing sharpness converges.

In an instant, it transformed into a blade of energy tens of feet long.

As it slashed down, the azure-gold energy actually left afterimages.

"boom!"

Finally, it landed heavily on the giant crocodile.

Behind them, it seemed as if thousands of blades were being dragged along.

The giant crocodile swung its tail to meet the blade.

But the next moment, a blood mist erupted.
His tail was cleanly chopped off, making it seem as if half of his body was missing.

It let out a painful roar.

This giant crocodile is not very strong, with only the cultivation level of the early stage of Dao Foundation, and it doesn't even need to use the Ascension Talisman.

Lu Ming showed no mercy.

As the formation changed, the mountain of knives began to move.

It crashed into the giant crocodile.

As expected of an ancient demon, its intelligence is not much weaker than that of humans. After sensing the approaching danger...

He endured the physical pain and began to back away.

They wanted to avoid Lu Ming's attack.

At the same time, a stream of viscous mud was spewed out of the air.

They were heading towards the array of blades.

"Swoosh!" Thousands of blades flashed, blocking the mud.

And the mountain of knives rushed up to the giant crocodile.

Currently, the strength of the Mo Dao soldiers is still weak. If one day they can reach the level of Gang Qi or Xiantian, they can sweep through the air and suppress the enemy.

Even if this giant crocodile is incredibly powerful, it will be shattered by a single blow.

However, even now, dealing with it is a piece of cake.

On the mountain of knives, a massive blade sliced ​​through.

The giant crocodile could not escape in the end and was cleaved in two.

The crocodile riders charging from behind faced a pitch-black mountain of knives.

It was even more irresistible.

It had barely charged forward when it was cleaved in two.

Some wanted to escape.

They were caught up with and the problem was solved.

Upon seeing this, Makino King, who had always been extremely powerful, turned deathly pale.

The Crocodile God, who could even defeat the Imperial Guards, actually died at the hands of the Yunzhou Army.

What kind of being is the enemy on the other side?

At this moment, King Muye dared not hesitate and turned to flee.

However, Lu Ming had already seen him, so how could he let him leave?

Just as the giant crocodile charged over, Muye Wang approached.

We're not far from Lu Ming now.

"Sizzle!" The great halberd in his palm was thrown out, tearing the air in its path and making a piercing sound.

Makino-no-Wang was still in mid-air, preparing to fly out of the battlefield.

His back was pierced through.

Then, the heavy halberd, carrying his body, pinned him to the ground.

His fierce and rugged face looked somewhat grotesque at this moment.

The blood from his mouth and nose stained the ground red.

With his death in battle.

The already scattered rebels ran even faster.

Lu Ming immediately ordered a pursuit and killing.

This battle can be said to be the one in which he killed the most enemies.

It didn't end until after dawn.

Hanu and the Throat-Sealing Scholar had already led their army to retreat overnight during the chaos of the war.

Clearly, they had already obtained news of King Muye and the slaying of the giant crocodile from the fleeing rebels.

He knew that with the people he had, he was no match for Lu Ming.

They had witnessed Crocodile God's methods and were amazed by them back then.

Now that even such a being has died at Lu Ming's hands, how could they possibly be a match for him?

Not only did they escape, but they did so very decisively, without even returning to Zezhou.

Lu Ming's intention to attack Zezhou is already very clear; with their cultivation levels, they can survive anywhere.

There's no need to wait to die in Zezhou.

He even abandoned the rioters under his command on the road.

He only took the best soldiers with him when he left.

Both Fenghou Shusheng and Hanu knew that without the support of a powerful immortal sect, they had no chance of occupying a territory.

On the contrary, it will bring disaster.

Lu Ming received the news the following afternoon.

He stood on the city wall, watching his soldiers clean up the battlefield.

Large numbers of corpses were piled up and burned.

"Tap!"

Just then, Wu Han strode over.

With a look of joy on his face, he said, "Governor, the spoils have been counted. That Muye King is suspicious by nature and doesn't trust anyone. He always kept the looted supplies with him, but now he's left them all to us."

Moreover, they captured quite a few people.

"How much?" Lu Ming became interested, a hint of anticipation creeping into his heart.

This is related to the future development of Zezhou.

(End of this chapter)