Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 312 Three Young People Arrive in Xiaoshanghe
Linying County.

Xiaoshanghe Bridge.

This is an ancient arched bridge about twenty feet long, built of red sandstone, and its entire body is purplish-red, making it very beautiful.

At this moment, dusk was deepening in the sky, and the setting sun, like blood, reflected the green grass and the hazy light, creating an exceptionally desolate scene.

As darkness fell, the tracks on the ground gradually became blurred, and the river water grew shallower, almost imperceptible.

"Drive~!"

"Drive~!"

A group of men charged out like a whirlwind and sped towards the woods.

At this moment, shouts rang out, and suddenly bright lights appeared ahead, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

Then countless soldiers' heads surged out like a tide, a dark mass as far as the eye could see.

The cavalry commander was greatly alarmed and shouted, "The Jin dogs! The Jin dogs are attacking Yancheng again!"

Whoosh!
A sudden clap of thunder illuminated the endless, grotesque faces that stretched across the opposite mountain forest.

The leading officer pointed at him, a mocking glint in his eyes: "A mere three hundred men? Kill them!"

Whoosh whoosh!
Countless arrows rained down, felling more than ten knights, and their warhorses, struck by arrows, collapsed to the ground, neighing mournfully.

Immediately following, shouts of battle erupted, and the knights felt surrounded by enemies on all sides, their hearts pounding with fear.

Just then, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly rang out, as loud as thunder.

Amidst the fluttering banners, a fierce general charged out, brandishing his spear and shouting, "Brothers, I've arrived!"

The remaining soldiers perked up and shouted, "General Yang!" Before they finished speaking, a glint of light flashed in the darkness.

Before everyone's eyes flashed, they saw the fierce general charging at the forefront, swinging his spear horizontally. He didn't use any fancy moves, but simply channeled the power of his arms into the spear. Anything that struck it was instantly torn apart, its flesh shattered, its metal broken, and its rider sent flying and its blade severed.

In a flash, with blows from the left and sweeps from the right, dozens of people were sent flying like broken dolls, landing twisted beyond recognition.

Upon seeing the newcomer's incredible bravery, the Jin soldiers in front were terrified and retreated.

Unfortunately, with so many people and so little space, thousands of people were crammed together, pulling and tugging, forming a human wall, and no one could break free.

The fierce general laughed loudly, spurred his horse and rammed it into the wall of men, smashing it with his spear and kicking it like a madman, actually creating a huge gap in the wall of men.

The Jin soldiers in front were beaten so badly that their intestines were ripped open and their bellies were torn open. They screamed in agony and fell down, collapsing under the hooves of the horses.

Upon seeing this, the Song soldiers were all invigorated and followed suit. In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced, and each soldier was worth ten, their bravery unstoppable.

The Jin soldiers in the forest could not see what was happening ahead; they could only hear the howling of ghosts and wolves, and had no idea how many people were coming.

Suddenly, the human wall collapsed, and the whirlwind charged out, shouting as he rushed forward: "I am Yang Zaixing! Jin dogs, die!"

"Yang Zaixing!"

"Is this the fiercest general of the Yue Family Army, Yang Zaixing, the 'enemy of ten thousand men'?"

"Oh no, run!"

The Jin soldiers on the other side were immediately terrified, because the name Yang Zaixing had become the deepest nightmare in the hearts of the Jin army.

The previous fierce battle between the Song and Jin dynasties in the open fields north of Yancheng resulted in countless corpses and an exceptionally brutal fighting situation.

Suddenly, Yang Zaixing charged out of Yue Fei's army camp, heading straight for Jin Wuzhu. He charged through the Jin army like a tiger descending a mountain, brandishing his spear and riding his horse.

In this battle, Jin Wuzhu was terrified by such a terrifying and even insane opponent, and dared not confront him directly, so he disappeared without a trace at the very beginning.

Yang Zaixing charged left and right, covered in blood and looking like a god. He killed several Jin generals and then killed a hundred more before breaking out of the enemy lines and safely returning to his own camp.

This battle made Yang Zaixing a true "enemy of ten thousand men." Just thinking about the bloody scene of killing people like cutting grass made the Jin soldiers feel a chill run down their spines, break out in a cold sweat, and tremble in their calves.

Hooray!
The rain poured down as if the heavens were weeping, and the thunder rumbled as if the heavens and earth were wailing.

Yang Zaixing stood with his spear held high, his horse followed by a troop of riders, their armor clanging, their military bearing magnificent.

The Jin soldiers were all terrified by them, and were greatly alarmed: "It is easier to shake a mountain than to shake Yue Fei's army!"

At this moment, the army suddenly became noisy, and a disheveled general rode out on horseback, shouting sternly, "Hey you, how dare you be so arrogant?" He raised his mace and swung it at Yang Zaixing.

Yang Zaixing smiled disdainfully, raised his gun, and the two weapons became entangled.

With a snapping sound, it was as if firewood had broken.

The general's arm was bent, revealing the sharp white bone fragments, and his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were instantly squeezed together. But he was ruthless; although his arm was broken, he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound, raising his left mace to strike again.

At this moment, Yang Zaixing shouted, "Get out of here!" and thrust his spear forward.

puff!

The general was stabbed through the neck. Yang Zaixing raised his gun, lifted the man up, and shouted, "Who else?"

Seeing that two soldiers were nearby, he roared and swung his hand, knocking the two soldiers to the ground with his corpse.

At this moment, the Jin army recovered and, at the command of their general, their armored soldiers swarmed out.

Suddenly, a crowd surged forth, and the clash of swords and spears was as numerous as mountains and forests.

Seeing this, Yang Zaixing looked up at the distant banner and laughed loudly, "Brothers, Jin Wuzhu is just ahead!" He pointed his spear at the government troops on all sides, his face filled with madness, "Let's charge in!"

When the soldiers of Yue Fei's army heard his words, they were filled with a sense of pride and admiration, and shouted, "We are willing to follow the general closely!"

Yang Zaixing burst into wild laughter, kicked his legs, and charged forward.

All the commanders of ten thousand and one thousand went out to fight, leading their soldiers to swarm forward, forming groups of one hundred men each, like iron pincers closing in, intending to surround and kill these mere three hundred men.

Yang Zaixing let out a long howl, and two centurions on either side thrust their spears at him. Yang Zaixing grabbed a spear shaft, shouted, and swung himself and the spear with one hand, smashing it down on the other man. The two centurions, though brave, could not withstand this unparalleled divine strength.
His tendons and bones broke instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, exhausted.

At this moment, a centurion led several centurions and charged in, slashing wildly with his sword like a mad tiger.

Without stopping, Yang Zaixing fired three shots like angry dragons attacking a river, their momentum incredibly strong and swift, shooting towards the group of men like lightning.

With three sharp, resounding thuds, the spear pierced the chests of three generals, its momentum undiminished, carrying them backward and smashing a group of people into a heap.

Before the men could fall, Yang Zaixing charged forward, picking up more than ten scattered spears from the ground. When he was a few feet away from the Jin soldiers, he threw them at the general with all his might.

He was impatient and his horse was fast. He was awe-inspiring and his more than ten spears were used in succession, piercing the abdomens and chests of dozens of government soldiers.

Upon seeing such a display of power, the Jin soldiers' formation was thrown into disarray. Before they could regroup, Yang Zaixing, alone with his spear, had already charged into the crowd.

He made a preemptive strike, intimidating the enemy, and then, wielding his spear, he was truly unstoppable.

Wherever it passed, blood streaks appeared, instantly tearing a gap in the crowd.

The knights of Yue Fei's army followed closely behind, wielding their long swords wildly, helping him avoid being surrounded.

As the two sides clashed, Yang Zaixing's spear was unstoppable.

In the rain, the Jurchens finally lost their patience and raised their bows and crossbows, unleashing a barrage of arrows at the Song army, regardless of whether they were friend or foe.

Arrows rained down, and Yue Fei's army suffered heavy losses. Dozens of men screamed and fell to the ground, horse and all.

Even Yang Zaixing, who possessed the courage of ten thousand men, was repeatedly struck by arrows. At this moment, an arrow flew through the air and grazed his forehead.

Yang Zaixing yelled, his helmet fell off, revealing his young and heroic face, covered in blood, his vision blurred, all he could see was a blood-red blur, and he could no longer see anything in the distance.

However, he knew that this place was not far from the Jin Dynasty's banner!

So he ignored the blood on his face and simply broke off the arrow shafts one by one, leaving the arrowheads inside his body—he wanted to keep charging forward, and the constantly shaking arrow shafts would cause the wounds to widen and thus increase blood loss.

At this moment, with his armor shattered, blood gushing out, and riddled with arrows, Yang Zaixing looked even more terrifying, yet he still shouted, "Gentlemen, can we still charge?"

"can!"

"General, lead us in the charge!"

A faint, weak voice came from behind him.

Yang Zaixing knew that of the more than three hundred elite cavalrymen, less than one-tenth remained. His heart ached, but he had no time to worry about it, because Jin Wuzhu was not far away.

Once he crosses this small river, he will have a chance to kill Jin Wuzhu!
It was all worth it! Even death wouldn't matter!
Yang Zaixing trusted the man with the slightly goofy smile and straightforward personality, whose eyes were uneven!

I'm sure he won't let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by.

Yang Zaixing's eyes were bloodshot. He pointed his spear and shouted, "Brothers, fight with me! If we succeed, we will live on with our lives and our banner will stand; if we fail, we will not betray the spirit of the men of the Great Song Dynasty!"

The crowd was filled with fervor, raising their swords and spears, shouting, "We swear to live and die with the General, and never disgrace the name of the Yue Family Army!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

This remnant army roared in unison, catching the opposing Jin soldiers off guard.

In the blink of an eye, the knights were caught off guard, and the Jin soldiers were either killed or fell, with blood splattering everywhere.

At this moment, the battle cries at Xiaoshang River were deafening. Yang Zaixing took the lead, charging back and forth in the battle formation with unstoppable courage, and in a short time he killed several more centurions.

Just then, seeing the great banner across the river in the blood-red world, he immediately burst into laughter: "Jin Wuzhu, your grandpa Yang Zaixing is here!" With that, he spurred his horse and leaped up, ready to cross the river and charge into battle.

Unfortunately, it was dark at the moment, and his eyes were blurred by blood, so he couldn't see clearly. He didn't notice that the river was full of silt and withered grass.

Once Yang Zaixing's warhorse entered the mud, he and his horse were immobilized, as if they had fallen into a quagmire.

"Ah! How could this be?! How could this happen?!" Yang Zaixing shouted wildly, his heart filled with extreme resentment.

"shoot!"

"Shoot him dead!"

On the other side of the river, the Jin soldiers dared not approach, and the general hurriedly shouted loudly.

"Jin Wuzhu!"

As Yang Zaixing watched the rain of arrows rain down upon him, he found himself trapped in the mud, unable to move. He cried out in grief and indignation, his voice like a thunderclap in mid-air.

Just as he was about to die from the arrow.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder sounded in the sky.

Then, as if by magic, a donkey cart and a big fat tiger appeared out of thin air.

With a thud, Yang Zaixing and his horse were smashed into the mud, leaving only their heads sticking out.

Yang Zaixing was so dizzy from being hit that he saw stars, and due to excessive blood loss, he immediately fainted under the donkey cart.

Just before he lost consciousness, he heard a deafening bray of a donkey, followed by the thud of arrows piercing wooden planks.

Then several voices came from different directions.

"Fuck you, come with my donkey cart!"

"Grandma's knife is going to suck blood!"

"This is outrageous! I'll kill you!"

"Ouch~!"

(End of this chapter)