A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

Leng Wuye's face turned green as he watched his troops being completely crushed by Li Erlong and his men.

Was the difference between them really that big?

Previously, I had only seen them fighting the Tartars from afar on the city walls, and there were various defensive facilities in place.

Therefore, he did not find Zhao Daxuan's swordsmen and shieldmen to be particularly formidable.

But now that the two sides have clashed, he truly feels the gap between them. It's not just a small difference, but two completely different levels of combat power.

Soon, Leng Wuye made a judgment in his mind: if this dragged on, they would only be captured by Zhao Daxuan's soldiers, and he would never have a chance to turn the tide.

"Wang Liefeng!"

"exist!"

Wang Liefeng, who was standing next to Leng Wuye with his head down, seemingly lost in thought, was startled when he suddenly heard Leng Wuye call out to him. He quickly responded.

"I'm giving you an important mission: you will lead five hundred men to cover the rear and ensure the rest of the group retreats. Under no circumstances can they catch up to us!"

Although Leng Wuye's voice was calm, it sent a chill down Wang Liefeng's spine.

Sending him with 500 men to cover the retreat is practically suicide.

He had already seen the fighting strength of Zhao Daxuan's troops. Although Leng Wuye's men were elite, they were far from being a match for Zhao Daxuan's troops.

Wang Liefeng looked bitter and remained silent for a moment. Knowing that he had no room to refuse, he could only nod in agreement.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I obey!"

He then drew his long sword from his waist, his face resolute, and after selecting five hundred men, shouted, "Kill!"

He then gripped his long sword tightly and charged towards the front line.

Leng Wuye coldly watched Wang Liefeng's retreating figure as he charged towards the front lines, thinking to himself that this was a dignified gesture for him; otherwise, he would not have let Wang Liefeng off the hook if he had retreated with him.

"Let's retreat!"

At Leng Wuye's command, he led the remaining five hundred men and retreated towards the valley entrance.

Now the group has split into two. Leng Wuye's side is no longer hindered and, unlike when they came, they are moving forward slowly. Instead, they are running quickly and soon approach the valley entrance.

Seeing Leng Wuye split his troops in two, Li Erlong grimaced and cursed inwardly. He thought Leng Wuye was indeed ruthless, abandoning half of his men.

This courage to make a painful decision, especially one made in the blink of an eye, is something few people in this world possess. It's just a pity that such wisdom was used in the wrong place.

Li Erlong was both angry and anxious, and directly pointed to a hundred-man squad beside him: "Everyone, follow me and charge!"

He had to lead his men to break through this rearguard and catch up with Leng Wuye and his group; otherwise, if they escaped tonight, he would have no face to face Zhao Daxuan.

After all, he had assured Zhao Daxuan before coming that he would definitely complete the mission.

Having the advantage of timing and location, they couldn't forgive themselves if they let someone escape.

Led by Li Erlong, a hundred-strong group of swordsmen and shieldmen charged straight into Wang Liefeng's ranks like a sharp arrow.

After penetrating deep into enemy territory, they were constantly attacked by machetes from all directions, and Li Erlong and his men were no longer able to relax.

In the midst of their exhaustion, oversights were inevitable, and without Zhao Daxuan's skill support, many people began to suffer injuries.

"Pfft!"

With a muffled thud, Li Erlong swung his sword, but before he could retract it, he was slashed in the arm by a long sword that suddenly appeared from the side.

Although the wound was not deep, blood still splattered everywhere.

Li Erlong's gaze swept fiercely towards the soldier who was wielding a sword, and with a roar, he swung his long sword again.

The long sword struck the soldier squarely in the face, knocking him to the ground. He twitched a few times before falling silent.

Wang Liefeng noticed that Li Erlong led a hundred men into their ranks, attempting to quickly break through their lines and pursue Leng Wuye's group.

He was immediately startled, hesitated for a moment, then selected a hundred men to follow him and charge forward.

"kill!"

Wang Liefeng roared and rushed out from the side, slashing at Li Erlong's face with his knife.

Li Erlong had already noticed the group rushing out from one side, and he had anticipated that someone would come to stop them.

Li Erlong looked surprised, feeling that the person in front of him looked somewhat familiar. A figure flashed through his mind: Wang Liefeng!

But shouldn't Wang Liefeng be at the military supply depot in Zhenbei City right now? Why is he at the mine a hundred miles away?

"Wang Liefeng?"

With a cold snort, Li Erlong didn't care who you were, even though he couldn't understand it, but that didn't stop him from taking action.

"Haha, I've been wanting to get rid of you for a long time. Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

Li Erlong laughed loudly and swung his sword to strike.

First, he slashed upwards with his sword, deflecting Wang Liefeng's incoming strike.

Wang Liefeng's originally confident strike was easily deflected by Li Erlong, causing him to be startled.

Wang Liefeng was speechless. The teams under Zhao Daxuan's command were truly outrageous, each one stronger than the last.

Before Wang Liefeng could retract his longsword, Li Erlong had already struck with his second blade.

The sound of something cutting through the air came from behind.

"Pfft—!"

Li Erlong's longsword slashed directly at Wang Liefeng's chest, but Wang Liefeng was wearing armor, and Li Erlong's strike failed to break through the defense.

However, the immense force still flowed through the armor into Wang Liefeng's body, causing his blood and qi to surge, his throat to taste sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

Li Erlong dodged the blood Wang Liefeng spat out, a cold smile curving his lips. He raised his foot and kicked Wang Liefeng, who hadn't even reacted yet, to the ground.

Then, he slashed the long sword in his hand directly at Wang Liefeng's wrist, which was gripping the hilt. With a crisp crack, Wang Liefeng's wrist broke off.

"Ah...! My hand! Ahhh..."

The moment Wang Liefeng's wrist was severed, he couldn't help but scream in agony, clutching his wrist with a deathly pale face and a contorted expression.

His screams were quickly drowned out by the surrounding shouts of battle and did not cause any ripples on the battlefield.

Li Erlong originally intended to capture Wang Liefeng and then threaten the others to stop fighting. However, after he chopped off Wang Liefeng's wrist, no one paid any attention.

He immediately knew that his plan was doomed to fail. Sure enough, when he stepped on Wang Liefeng and shouted twice, the attacking team did not stop at all because of Wang Liefeng.

Li Erlong, his face cold, spat at Wang Liefeng and cursed, "Useless! You have so many soldiers, and not a single one of them cares about you!"

He kicked Wang Liefeng away, too lazy to kill him immediately. Wang Liefeng was already a cripple, and he preferred to settle scores later.

As Li Erlong watched Leng Wuye's group escape to the valley entrance and about to leave the valley where they had ambushed them, he sighed inwardly, realizing that he had miscalculated after all.

But suddenly Li Erlong's eyes widened. He noticed that the group that had clearly escaped to the valley entrance had suddenly stopped and was slowly retreating!