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Chapter 110 Reinforcements Arrive, Great Victory Achieved

Although Lao Zhuang's skill enhancement effect is only a simple four points, his ability to maintain peak combat power is enough to make all external martial arts practitioners envious.

In particular, the final effect means that as long as the holder of the Old Strong skill can break through to the Divine General realm, they can maintain their peak combat power until the last moment of their life.

Imagine, who could resist such temptation?

However, there are advantages and disadvantages. Perhaps it is precisely because of the abnormal nature of Lao Zhuang's skill that the skill holder's ability to break through the barrier of the Divine General is far more solid than that of a normal Heavenly Peak.

[Ding dong, Mu Yu's skill "Old and Strong" effect 1 activated. After this skill effect is activated, his own attack power increases by 4, and his current attack power value increases to 126;]

Fortunately, Jiang Ce sent Lü Guang over; otherwise, Mu Yu would probably not have been a match for the man before him.

[Ding dong, Mu Yu's skill "Old and Strong" effect 2 is activated. When fighting against an opponent, depending on their strength, in a one-on-one battle, suppress the opponent's strength by 1 to 4 points, and in a group battle, suppress the opponent's strength by 1 to 3 points.]

Currently in a one-on-one situation, Cao Debang's own strength has decreased by 1, and his current strength value has dropped to 126.

At this moment, both Cao Debang and Mu Yu had unleashed their full power, and their blood-fiend aura raged across the battlefield.

Since the two are of equal martial prowess, even though Cao Debang has a slightly stronger background than Mu Yu, it still cannot change the fact that they are equally skilled in combat.

situation.

And so, the two were completely at an impasse.

Since the start of the battle, the two have fought for more than a hundred rounds. Cao Debang was originally the one who was anxious, but now he no longer needs to be anxious.

As long as he can keep this divine general occupied and prevent him from joining forces with the Liangshan army's main commander, the scales of victory will be on his side.

On Wu Zixu's side.

He remained as steady as a rock, the crimson bloodstains staining his armor, yet they did not disturb the clarity in his eyes.

Every swing of his spear carried an undeniable resolve, while the remaining 230-odd white-robed knights behind him maintained a disciplined wedge formation amidst the neighing of their warhorses, for it was the dignity they had earned with the bones of over 260 of their comrades.

Those white-robed knights who fell in the yellow sand, their cold hands still tightly gripping their blood-stained swords or spears until death, and their sacrifice turned into the corpses of nearly a thousand noble soldiers, piling up in the center of the battlefield into a hideous wall of corpses.

They were all elites carefully trained by Chen Yun. Any one of them could be picked out with a basic combat strength of over 55. Some of the lower-ranking officers, such as corporals, already possessed the strength of third-rate generals.

Below, in the open field, the battle between the Liangshan army and the government troops had long since become a blood grinder.

The shouts of more than three thousand Liangshan warriors at the start of their campaign still echo in our ears, but now only more than 1,300 figures remain, adrift amidst the clash of swords.

More than half of the vibrant lives were either pierced through the chest by spears or trampled to pieces by horses' hooves, all perishing in this scorched earth.

No one could have imagined that this group of Liangshan soldiers, regarded as "bandits and lackeys" by the aristocratic families and government troops, would unleash such astonishing fighting power under Wu Zixu's command.

They first formed a defensive formation with shields to withstand the charge of the aristocratic cavalry, and then engaged in close combat with short swords, managing to reduce the casualty ratio between themselves and the powerful army that the aristocratic families had painstakingly built over the years to one-to-one.

This record was enough to make any regular army take notice, but it was ultimately difficult to turn the tide of the war, as the aristocratic government forces continued to press forward.

The disparity in troop strength between the two sides was like a widening chasm, and the remaining thousand or so Liangshan soldiers were like candles flickering in the wind, ready to be swallowed up by the flames of war at any moment.

Another round of attacks came to an end. Even with the strength of a divine general, Wu Zixu, the commander-in-chief, was now unable to hold the line alone.

Just now, while he was fiercely fighting with the enemy, a government army general wielding a long sword suddenly attacked.

Because it was a sneak attack, and Wu Zixu was already badly injured, he was caught off guard and a deep, bone-revealing wound was cut into his shoulder blade, with blood seeping out through the gaps in his armor.

However, even though Wu Zixu's stamina was somewhat depleted, he was still not a low-level Heavenly Realm cultivator capable of displaying power here. A fight with him would be difficult.

After three or five rounds, Wu Zixu pierced his throat with a backhand thrust of his spear, and the body was thrown off his horse.

And on the battlefield, such scenes are not isolated incidents.

Whether it was Lü Guang, Wu Xiaofeng, or other generals, they were all wounded at this moment, but they still gritted their teeth and fought, just waiting for their prince's reinforcements to arrive.

"Pooh--"

Wu Zixu gritted his teeth, spitting out blood from the corner of his mouth. He then tore off a corner of his battle robe and hastily bandaged his wound. The bandage was instantly soaked with blood, but he was oblivious, his gaze fixed on Cao Kewei not far away.

Since Generals Gao Lan and Zhang He were blocked by Wu Liang and unable to command the army, the command of the army was handed over to Cao Kewei, the son of the Cao family!

Although Cao Kewei was young, he had considerable military talent and could command thousands of troops without much problem. Even though his soldiers had been routed, he was still shouting to gather the remnants of his forces.

Upon seeing this scene, Wu Zixu made a firm decision: even if it meant fighting to the death, he would kill the young master of the aristocratic family and dampen the morale of the aristocratic army!

Upon thinking of this, Wu Zixu was about to urge his warhorse forward and charge into the enemy lines with his spear when, at that moment, a deafening sound of hooves came from the distant horizon, like a thunderclap rolling across the wilderness.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a large black banner was raised high, and thousands of Laiyang soldiers under its banner swept in like a black torrent. It was Jiang Ce personally leading reinforcements to arrive!

"Reinforcements! It's His Highness's reinforcements!"

When Wu Zixu's soldiers heard the news, they were first stunned, and then they burst into deafening cheers.

After several hours of continuous bloody fighting, they were exhausted and desperate, but in an instant, they were replaced by ecstasy. As if injected with a stimulant, they swung their weapons more and more fiercely, and their eyes burned with a fierce fire.

That fearless fighting spirit was in no way inferior to its peak state at the beginning of the war, when it received the four-point boost to the entire army's combat power from Wu Zixu and Lü Guang.

Jiang Ce's arrival was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly alarming the core of the battle.

Cao Debang, wielding his halberd, forced back Mu Yu's rapid attacks. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the elite Laiyang army rushing towards them, and his heart sank.

He knew without even thinking that Han Feng's side had definitely lost!

"Useless! A piece of trash who's good for nothing and good for nothing, and yet he's the most skilled military person among the second generation of the Han family."

Cao Debang couldn't help but burst into a tirade, his voice filled with boundless rage.

After all, Han Feng had 20,000 elite troops from aristocratic families, equipped with the finest armor and warhorses, yet they were wiped out by the enemy so quickly. He didn't even know if Han Feng was alive or dead.

If Han Feng were still alive, Cao Debang would want to grind him to dust immediately!

Despite his angry outbursts, Cao Debang had lost all desire to fight. He suddenly flicked his Tianyuan Halberd, the tip of which grazed Mu Yu's ear, forcing Mu Yu to retreat repeatedly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cao Debang immediately roared at his younger clansman Cao Kewei, "Enemy reinforcements are here! Retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Cao Kewei was also a slippery eel; upon hearing his ancestor's words, he immediately reacted.

He immediately ordered the troops currently engaged in battle with the Liangshan army to stay behind and cover their retreat, while he himself led his personal guards to turn their horses around, eager to unleash the full speed of their warhorses and gallop wildly towards the other side, not daring to look back.

Meanwhile, the soldiers of the noble families' army, seeing the reinforcements arrive, had already lost their will to fight. Taking advantage of the distance between the two sides, they abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.

They ran in a disheveled state, the yellow sand beneath their feet flying everywhere. Many even fell because they were in a panic and were trampled over by their comrades behind them. Screams of agony rose and fell. They were nowhere near the image of a strong army.

Cao Debang's warhorse was also a fine steed chosen from among thousands, with a speed far exceeding that of ordinary warhorses.

Although Mu Yu fought desperately, wielding his broadsword with impenetrable skill, he managed to hold off Cao Debang and prevent him from reaching his own central army. However, Cao Debang had now changed his mind and was no longer heading towards the Liangshan army's central army. Instead, he was determined to leave the battlefield.

Even Mu Yu couldn't stop a mid-level Divine General from running away.

Even though he urged his warhorse on and tried his best to catch up, he could only watch helplessly as Cao Debang's figure grew farther and farther away, eventually disappearing into the dust in the distance, leaving Mu Yu with nothing but resentment and helplessness.

Although Cao Debang and most of the aristocratic family soldiers managed to escape, the more than a thousand aristocratic family soldiers left behind to cover the retreat became lambs to the slaughter.

Seeing that Cao Debang and his men had already fled far away, Jiang Ce knew that further pursuit would be futile. He immediately reined in his horse, brandished his spear, and ordered, "Surround them! Leave no one alive!"

"kill."

Several thousand elite troops from Laiyang spread out swiftly like a black tide, forming an encirclement that trapped the more than one thousand aristocratic soldiers in the center of the battlefield.

The crisp sound of swords slicing through armor, the dying screams, and the mournful neighing of warhorses mingled together.

The pent-up anger of the Liangshan army and the White Robe Army soldiers erupted at this moment, and they charged forward bravely without mercy.

However, after a short while, the sounds of fighting on the battlefield gradually subsided, and all of the more than a thousand noble family soldiers fell into pools of blood, with not a single one alive.

The yellow sand beneath their feet was soaked with blood, congealing into dark red clumps of mud. Layer upon layer of corpses covered the wilderness, including armored soldiers from noble families and Liangshan brothers.

The stench of blood mingled with the sweat of warhorses, so intense it was almost suffocating.

But when Jiang Ce looked at the scene before him, which resembled a living hell, his heart remained calm and undisturbed.

After all, this wasn't the first time he'd faced something like this. Three years ago, the battle between Cangming and Dongyi was far more intense and brutal than this.

When Jiang Ce first participated in a battle, he was subjected to the clash of swords and life-or-death struggles, an impact that would have been difficult for ordinary people to withstand, yet he felt no discomfort whatsoever.

There was no nausea or vomiting, no fear of death at first sight; it was as if he was born to belong to this battlefield, and blood and smoke were the air he breathed.

Now, facing the same situation again is nothing more than a minor skirmish for him. At this moment, what surges in his heart is only the pure joy brought by a great victory, as intense and open as oil being poured over a raging fire.

Once the tense nerves relax, the fatigue of the past few days washes over you like a tidal wave.

"I'm exhausted!"

Ignoring the bloodstains and thick dust covering his body, Jiang Ce completely abandoned his dignity as a prince and slammed his buttocks heavily onto the cold ground.

At that moment, his back naturally leaned against a broken iron spear shaft, producing a dull thud.

The coolness of the earth seeped into his skin through the holes in his tattered battle robe, dispelling the heat of days of fierce fighting and bringing him a long-lost sense of relaxation.

Although he did not personally take command of the overall situation today, the mental and physical exertion from the two fierce battles was not diminished at all.

Before rushing to Wu Zixu's aid, he had already fought a bloody battle for half a day on the battlefield where he was annihilating Han Feng's army. His spear flashed coldly as he killed countless enemy soldiers and even personally beheaded a Heavenly-level general.

That Heavenly Rank Martial General was only at the peak of the initial stage; how could he be a match for him?

After only twenty rounds of horseback combat, Jiang Ce found an opening, pierced the man's chest with his spear, and cut him off his horse.

It was precisely because of this resounding victory that his basic martial arts strength was boosted by a bit, successfully reaching the peak of the initial stage of the Heavenly Realm.

In that battle, Jiang Ce personally led his personal guards in a valiant fight to boost morale.

Only after the battle was decided and the cleanup was left to the soldiers below did he return to the command platform to listen to Deng Qiang review the battle and answer his questions, finally catching his breath.

At this moment, Jiang Ce sat on the battlefield strewn with corpses, raising his hand to wipe the bloodstains from his face. His fingertips touched dried scabs and tiny wounds.

He gazed at the dissipating smoke and dust in the distance, listening to the sounds of the surviving soldiers cleaning up the battlefield, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

This victory, though fiercely fought, only strengthened his conviction that his destiny lay on this battlefield of swords and spears.

[Ding-dong, battle over. Now, let's take stock.]

In this battle of Liangshan, the host's side killed a total of 12,000 enemy soldiers, captured 5,300, killed or captured eight enemy generals of the Heavenly Rank, 21 generals of the Super First-Class Rank, 35 generals of the First Class Rank, and 68 generals below the First Class Rank. Therefore, the host has gained a total of 1523 summoning points.

The host currently possesses the following: 8793 Summoning Points, one Random Summoning Card, three Silver Martial Arts Summoning Cards, one Silver Intelligence Summoning Card, one Silver Political Summoning Card, five Silver Summoning Cards, one Black Iron Random Summoning Card, and one Purple Heart Breakthrough Pill.