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Chapter 642 Feng Shuo Cleans Up the Enemy's Situation! (Please subscribe and vote!)

Feng Shuo, who had wandered over at some point, chuckled upon hearing this and interjected, "Brother Ba, you know, I don't have many other merits, but I am self-aware."

"I'm just here to gain experience and flatter. I'm good at fighting when things are going well and cheering, but these tough battles are beyond my capabilities. What if I mess them up? Wouldn't that ruin Commander Cheng's important plans? I'll be content if I can handle the small tasks Commander Cheng assigns me well and satisfy him."

Feng Shuo's words were half true and half false, but they also revealed part of the truth.

He came from a wealthy family and had read many military books, but they were all theoretical. When faced with a real battle, he was actually quite apprehensive.

Xu Zifeng, on the other hand, was a true "prince" who had fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. He was invincible and renowned. Moreover, it was obvious to everyone that he had a close relationship with "Commander Cheng". Who would dare to steal his credit?

Even Captain Zhou Meng was only responsible for providing support from the sidelines and filling in any gaps.

Upon hearing this, Batu couldn't help but take a closer look at Feng Shuo.

Most aristocratic children of this age are proud and ambitious, eager to achieve fame and success immediately. Those like Feng Shuo, who can clearly understand their own position, know how to make choices, and are even somewhat "unambitious," appear exceptionally calm and rare.

"You've got a good sense of life, kid." Batu smiled, said no more, and turned his gaze back to the "elite" cavalry below who were stepping into a death trap.

At this moment, Sergei, completely unaware of the situation, was still giving his final pep talk on the battlefield. He sat astride his powerful warhorse, brandishing his sword, his voice hoarse with excitement:
"Warriors! Today is the day to make our mark! Break through the Cold Iron Pass, and wealth and glory will be within your grasp! Charge with me!"

Before he could finish his grand pronouncements, he was interrupted by a sharp whistle!

On the snowy slope to the side, a Tian Ce sentry who had seemed to be dozing off "just happened" to wake up, apparently startled by the sound of the army marching.

He jumped up in a panic, frantically fired a warning arrow, and then, like a startled rabbit, scrambled into the complex snow-covered terrain with astonishing speed, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye!
Sergei was so angry he almost vomited blood, roaring, "Chase after him and kill him!" But how could he possibly catch up?

The adjutant beside him turned pale and hurriedly urged, "General! We've been exposed! Let's retreat immediately before the Tian Ce army fully realizes what's happening!"

Sergei glanced at the nearly 20,000 elite cavalry behind him, then at the seemingly tranquil Han Tie Pass in the distance, a look of struggle and resentment flashing across his face. They had already paid such a high price to get here; were they really going to slink back like this?

He gritted his teeth, and ambition ultimately prevailed over reason: "No! The arrow is on the bowstring, and we must release it! Full speed ahead! Before they are ready, let's crush them in one fell swoop!"

However, he had barely finished speaking, as if he had been waiting for this moment—

"Buzz!"

"Shhhhhh!"

The once silent snowfields and mountains instantly came to life!

Countless pre-drawn defensive and offensive arrays suddenly lit up with dazzling light!

Cold, icy arrows rained down from the mountain ridges on both sides like a storm! Powerful beams of sect magic also descended from the sky, striking the cavalry formation with pinpoint accuracy!

Xu Zifeng's "North Wind Cavalry" descended like divine soldiers, suddenly bursting out from the snow pits and ice crevices they had been lying in ambush. Their formation was impeccable, their blades gleaming, and they instantly cut off the momentum of the Great Luo Cavalry's charge!
This was not a skirmish at all, but a meticulously planned massacre! The elite cavalry of the Great Luo Dynasty was caught off guard and instantly fell to their horses and men, suffering heavy casualties.

Their initially high morale plummeted as if doused with ice water.

The battle was almost entirely one-sided.

After a period of fierce fighting, the 20,000 cavalry of the Great Luo completely collapsed, with more than 7,000 killed. The remaining 12,000, seeing no hope of breaking through, dismounted and surrendered.

Only Sergei's most trusted thousand personal guards fought desperately to protect him, trying to carve a bloody path through him.

However, as far as the eye could see, the mountains and plains were filled with the army and banners of the Tian Ce sect, and there were even many powerful Tian Ce sect cultivators lurking in the mountains, ready to take the lives of dozens of elite knights with a single blow.

Only now did Sergei truly realize how profound the Tian Ce Dynasty's war foundation was, and how naive and ridiculous his previous thoughts had been!

As the encirclement tightened and his personal guards fell one by one, Sergei turned pale with fear and trembled uncontrollably. Just as he was in despair, he suddenly remembered the life-saving talisman left by his master, Master Urge!

Desperate measures! Without hesitation, he activated the rune in his palm with all his might!

In fact, Li Chen had been hiding nearby for a long time. If he hadn't secretly ordered that Sergei's life be spared, the guy would have been killed by stray arrows or some cultivator who wanted to steal the credit.

Just as Sergei activated the runes.

"Boom!!!"

A vast, ancient, and savage aura of terror suddenly descended! It was as if the slumbering spirits of ancient nature had been awakened!

The sky suddenly changed color, a blizzard raged, and a blurry, cloaked shamanic figure appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by ancient incantations that were difficult to understand but incredibly powerful!

The phantom suddenly slammed the totem staff in its hand down!
"Boom!!!"

An invisible, immense force suddenly erupted from Sergei's center!
The hundreds of Tian Ce soldiers who were about to rush up to capture Sergei, including several sect cultivators with considerable cultivation, were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. They cried out in alarm and were sent flying backward, their bodies and horses tumbling over. They managed to carve out a narrow passage in the impenetrable encirclement!

"Master!" Sergei was overjoyed at the miraculous escape from danger and almost cried!
The blurry shamanic figure uttered a hoarse, urgent voice, containing only one word: "Go!"

Sergei dared not delay any longer. He led the remaining few dozen of his confidants and rushed out along the passage as if his life depended on it, plunging into the snow-covered wilderness without looking back.

The powerful shamanic phantom vanished silently after delivering the attack, as if it had never existed.

After Li Chen, in disguise as "Master Urge," left, Zhou Meng scrambled up from the snow in shock, shook the snow off his head, looked at Xu Zifeng who was also somewhat disheveled, and muttered, "My goodness, is Commander Cheng really that fierce?! That attack just now..."

Xu Zifeng's face darkened, and he sternly interrupted him: "Captain Zhou! Watch your words! The one who just repelled our army and rescued the enemy general was clearly a mysterious shaman from the Great Luo Dynasty! What does this have to do with Commander Cheng?"

(End of this chapter)