Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 4: Spear Rolls Flying Snow, Smiles Despise Princes
Zhang Yuan's face was tense and he nodded heavily.

In the past three months, Xu Huanshan has saved Zhang Yuan at least twice.

Reaching out and holding the dark and thin middle-aged man's eyes, Zhang Yuan grasped the crossbow arrow that pierced his body with his left hand and twisted it hard.

When he let go of his hand, the dark and thin middle-aged man had already died.

Zhang Yuan stood up stiffly.

This was not the first comrade he had sent away, nor would it be the last.

"boom--"

In front, the black-armored soldiers who rushed out of the alley were finally pushed out, but several siege crossbows shot across with whistling arrows, piercing the bodies of the soldiers defending the city who were blocking the alley.

Anyone hit by an arrow shot from a crossbow with the strength of three bulls will die.

"Duan Hong, you hold this place while I go dismantle the crossbow."

The big man in red armor who was leading the army shouted softly, and jumped onto the eaves of the house a few feet high with his spear in hand. With the spear in his hand and his body lowered, he ran towards the crossbow that was pushed into the gap in the city wall.

Without the red-armored man in the late post-natal realm rushing in the front, the black-armored soldiers at the alley entrance attacked again with swords and guns.

"Form a formation, raise shields, raise shields—"

Duan Hong roared, threw the knife aside, held a heavy door panel, blocked the alley entrance, and pushed forward with his feet.

The spearmen in formation placed their spears on the door panels and thrust them forward heavily to block the oncoming black-armored soldiers.

Soldiers holding bows leaned against the walls of the streets and alleys, shooting at the archers on the opposite side.

A warrior in the early stage of the acquired realm has a strength of 500 kilograms. With a three-stone hard bow, the arrow can penetrate the body when shooting at someone ten feet away.

Zhang Yuan held a knife in his hand and rushed to Duan Hong in a few steps. He lowered his body and pressed his shoulder against the door panel.

Master Tao, who was holding a wooden spear against the wall at the back, was a little dazed.

In the past, Zhang Yuan never rushed forward.

"You kid——"

Duan Hong let out a low shout, but before he could finish his words, there was a loud bang from the door panel in front of him.

"Bam—"

A wooden pillar half a meter long and two feet in circumference was held by four or five soldiers in black armor and slammed against the door panel.

The heavy impact of the wooden pillar made Duan Hong's face turn red and veins bulged on his forehead.

Zhang Yuan, whose shoulder was against the door panel, also blushed.

He lowered his head and gripped the knife tightly.

In his mind, a blood-red bead rolled out from the chaos, and a blue-gray bead shattered.

The surging energy and blood rushed into the meridians, and the pain that was so full that it seemed like tearing made Zhang Yuan feel at ease.

This is the power Xu Huanshan gave him.

One drop of blood equals fifty kilograms of strength.

With another fifty kilograms of strength, Zhang Yuan felt that he already had six hundred kilograms of strength in his body, and his cultivation was one step closer to the middle stage of the acquired realm.

Without a heaven-defying opportunity, people like Zhang Yuan would never have been able to reach the threshold of the middle stage of the acquired realm in their entire lives.

The image of the blue-gray beads shattering and the person slashing with a knife appeared in his mind.

Cloak sword technique.

Xu Huanshan, holding a long knife, started with slashing moves one by one, but now his moves have become messy as he kills people with a knife on the battlefield.

Such messy moves are more lethal than conventional moves.

The fight between life and death is the greatest test of martial arts skills.

The image faded away, and Zhang Yuan felt that his comprehension of swordsmanship had reached an indescribable level.

In the previous battle, Zhang Yuan's understanding of the cloak swordsmanship reached a high level.

The martial arts insights gained from the two finishing blows have elevated his understanding of swordsmanship to a higher level.

"The sword technique is perfect!"

Zhang Yuan lowered his head and murmured softly.

In his mind, the message reflected on the chaotic interface was indeed the perfection of the cloak sword technique.

It's not just knife skills.

And boxing.

After the light and shadow perception improved his swordsmanship, it turned into a clear gray aura and spread into Zhang Yuan's body.

Zhang Yuan could feel his muscles tense and then relax.

The most common martial art practiced in the military is the Iron Armor Fist.

This set of six iron armor fists was originally just for strengthening muscles and bones, but in Zhang Yuan's opinion, it had undergone different changes.

It’s also the Great Perfection level! “Bang——”

The heavy impact from the door panel interrupted Zhang Yuan's thoughts.

He, Duan Hong who was holding the door panel, and two other soldiers all stepped back.

A crossbow arrow as thick as an arm pierced through the door panel, entering from a position one foot outside Zhang Yuan's shoulder, and penetrated the door panel more than two feet. The thick arrowhead was sharp and cold, and made a buzzing sound.

If the crossbow arrow had been off by a foot, it would have pierced Zhang Yuan's head.

"Bam—"

Before Zhang Yuan and the others could catch their breath, the heavy wooden pillar hit the door panel again.

Zhang Yuan and Duan Hong were shocked and fell to the ground.

The other two soldiers spurted blood from their mouths and collapsed to the ground.

"This captain killed Captain Zhou Quan of the Red Scale Army in the west city of Toyota County—"

In front, a loud shout that could be heard for miles around made everyone's face turn pale.

Zhou Quan, the captain of the Red Scale Army, was the big man in red armor who had just rushed out to break the bed crossbow.

A master in the late stage of the acquired realm, a martial arts expert with a strength of 1,500 kilograms, died in front of the battle.

"Om-"

From the top of the city wall in front, a column of blood-red smoke rose up, reaching three feet high, and then collapsed with a loud bang.

When a warrior in the Xiantian realm dies, his Qi, blood and true essence return to the heaven and earth, turning into a column of Qi, blood and smoke!

A powerful person in the innate realm fell!
"I, General Cao Yun, have beheaded General Feng Jiliang of the Great Qin Red Scale Army."

The sound was like thunder, roaring throughout the city.

Duan Hong, who was leaning against the door panel, and the soldiers scattered around him all had despair on their faces.

Lieutenant General Feng Jilian was the commander of the Red Scale Army stationed in West City.

There are a total of six Xiantian realm masters in Toyota County, and three of them have died in the past three months.

Today, Lieutenant General Feng Jilian was killed, leaving only two Xiantian realm commanders, Yu Lin and Zhao Changming, the deputy commander-in-chief of the Red Scale Army, in the city.

How can we defend Toyota County?
"Bang——"

"Bang——"

"Bang——"

The sound of a horn striking rapidly rang out.

"All Qin soldiers retreat and defend the South City to the death!"

The commanding voice was a little hoarse, but also firm.

"Retreat, retreat..." Duan Hong leaned against the door panel, looking at the black-armored figures surging in the streets. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Zhang Yuan's shoulder, turned around and ran.

After running a few steps, Zhang Yuan stopped and broke free from his hand.

Holding a knife, Zhang Yuan turned around and looked at the black-armored soldiers rushing out of the streets.

With no one to cover their retreat, they were left to the pursuers to attack and kill, and no one in their group could reach the South City alive.

"Duantou, the rules of the camp are to finish off the enemy and cover the rear."

"Before, you were the ones who rushed to the front. Now it's my turn to cover your retreat."

Duan Hong's whole body trembled, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

"Haha, I'll cover your retreat." Master Tao, who was standing at the side of the street, laughed, danced with the wooden spear in his hand, held the spear in one hand, and rushed over two feet in three steps, blocking the middle of the alley.

"Hurry up and go."

"A spear sweeps through the snow, a smile defies the princes. I, Tao Yulin, have a spear in my hand, so it's not like I can't kill anyone."

The tip of the wooden spear was just a dagger, but its shining coldness brushed against the necks of the two black-armored soldiers, bringing out a brilliant blood-red light.

One shot breaks two armors.

At least the mid-stage acquired cultivation strength!

Master Tao, who has never dared to kill anyone, actually has such fighting power.

After hitting the target with one shot, Master Tao smiled and swung his spear, stabbing seven or eight times in a row, forcing back the black-armored soldiers who were rushing towards him.

"Walk--"

Master Tao gave a low shout.

Duan Hong and the other soldiers looked at each other, gritted their teeth and turned away.

When facing a battle, everyone has his own duties, and those who are supposed to leave the rear must do so with their lives.

"Zhang Yuan, don't die." The old soldier in half-iron armor spoke in a low voice as he ran past Zhang Yuan.

(End of this chapter)