My lord, spare his life!

Dark as ink.

One pair, two pairs...

Dozens of pairs of eerie green lights slowly emerged from the depths of darkness.

Densely packed, like phosphorescent lights in a graveyard.

The wind howled mournfully, mingled with the chilling roars of wild beasts. The wolves didn't attack directly, but instead stared with cold, emotionless eyes at their far superior numbers of prey. A murderous intent lingered, and they pressed closer with each step.

The pack of wolves, like stars surrounding the moon, had the giant wolf in the center as their leader.

This giant wolf was enormous, its shoulder height alone reaching several tens of feet, its form ethereal like smoke. Seated in the center of its massive head sat a languidly armored general in black armor, a black and gray wolf cub nestled obediently on his lap, rolling and cuddling in his palm.

Another figure stood behind the black-armored general.

Arms crossed over chest, looking down from above.

The lead giant wolf slowly stepped out of the shadows, its thick fur flowing like water, its entire body covered in armor wherever it went. The cold moonlight shone down, and the armor plates gleamed with a frosty, intimidating light.

"Damn, that entrance was so cool."

Zhang Yang stood dozens of meters high, letting the cold wind blow on him for a while. Looking down at the enemy soldiers below, their figures barely visible, he suddenly understood why Guan Si liked to squat in high places like an artsy youth. He wasn't an artsy youth; he was a pretentious, immature youth.

"How can someone pretend like that?"

Instead of charging out on horseback, the generals are instead lazily carried out on the heads of giant beasts, creating an overwhelming visual impact. Zhang Yang couldn't help but think of the bosses in game worlds, whose entrances are just as flamboyant. With the game designers' meticulous work, it seems every angle is designed to tell players, "Look, isn't my/my pose incredibly cool?"

Guan Si: "..."

The wolf cub in the palm of the hand turned its head in confusion.

The wet, beastly eyes looked at Guan Si with confusion.

Guan Si, suppressing his anger, said, "If you say another word, get out!"

Zhang Yang, who was usually oblivious to subtle cues and nuances, inexplicably sensed a hint of embarrassment in Guan Si's words, as if he had been exposed.

"...Tsk, stingy. I'll find Eight Winds Mad Dog later." Lu Yuan is the Vermilion Bird Winged Fire Serpent, and Zhe Meng is the Black Tortoise Fighting Wood Xie. There's no reason why Guan Si's Kui Wood Wolf can be this big, but Lu Yuan and Zhe Meng can't. Guan Si might give them a hard time, but the big cotton-padded jackets definitely won't.

As the name above Guan Si's head flickered, Zhang Yang's palm surged with intense golden light, and a golden spear materialized out of thin air. With a leap, he shot through the air like a golden meteor tearing through the night. The spear, carrying the unstoppable force of thunder, hurtled straight towards the red-named player with the longest and thickest health bar among the dark mass of people on the ground.

Guan Si leaned forward instinctively: "You—"

Zhang Yang didn't even have time to hear what he was saying.

"presumptuous!"

The enemy general who was targeted by Zhang Yang was shocked, angry, and furious.

With a loud shout, he fearlessly raised his gun to meet the attack.

The moment they clashed, an overwhelming force surged back from the weapon, striking his chest and abdomen, causing his hands to go numb and his arms to groan under the strain. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and quickly lowered his waist to absorb the force, retreating several steps before he could barely steady himself.

"The health bar is pretty thick."

Zhang Yang's gaze fell on the man's health bar, which had only slightly decreased. She expressionlessly dodged the other attackers, focusing solely on the red-named attacker before her. A dozen or so guards charged out from behind the leading general, but none could withstand three moves from her long spear.

"kill--"

Shouts of battle rose from behind the wolf pack.

Guan Si also released his suppression of the wolves and gave the order to attack. The Kui Mu wolf beneath his feet went from being completely still to suddenly bursting with speed in the blink of an eye. Just as it reached the airspace above the enemy camp, before its claws even touched the ground, a dark shadow suddenly burst forth from the earth.

The shadowy figure was not much smaller than Kui Mulang, its body was thicker than a water vat, and its length was thirty or forty feet. Its body was covered with a lustrous color like beautiful jade, and its body was covered with hundreds of segments.

Upon closer inspection, these parts are actually nail plates!

Caught off guard, Kui Mulang was tightly entangled by his opponent.

Although this creature is not a winged fire serpent, it also possesses immense strength and is adept at using its body as a rope to strangle enemies, causing their internal organs to be crushed and ruptured, and it can also spit out mucus containing potent poison.

Guan Si recognized the other party's background at a glance.

"A water worm?"

However, the Zhenshui worm's aura was somewhat weak, clearly indicating it was injured. Kui Mulang initially suffered a slight loss due to carelessness, but upon realizing its mistake, it opened its massive jaws and bit down hard on the Zhenshui worm's segment. The wolf's teeth gripped the metal segment, unleashing a burst of crimson sparks.

The wolf's claws extended their sharp claws and pressed down firmly on the remaining part.

The two beasts wrestled and tore and rolled on the battlefield.

Guan Si's gaze swept across the area rapidly, instantly fixing on the owner of the Zhenshui Earthworm, and he charged forward with his spear. The enemy general appeared burly, but his face was pale, clearly suffering from internal injuries that had not yet healed.

"Surrender, submit, and I'll spare your life."

"How dare you, you brat, insult this old man!"

Guan Si's response was to thrust his spear straight into the face.

"Stubborn and obstinate."

His principle was to kill if possible, and if not, to let the other party live. If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Yang's faction also needed to recruit new members, Guan Si wouldn't have bothered wasting his breath. If he gave someone a way out and they refused to leave, then he would send them to their death!

Sensing the surging killing intent in Guan Si's heart, Kui Mulang used the power accumulated in his muscles to sever the Zhen Shui Yin's segment and break free. Something was wriggling in the severed segment of the Zhen Shui Yin, sticking back together. The segment contracted and propelled Kui Mulang towards the point where he had landed.

On the other side of the battlefield, a pack of wolves charged straight at the enemy like arrows released from a bow.

A hail of arrows rained down from above.

Some of the Kui Mu wolves were pierced by flying arrows, pinned to the ground, their bodies instantly disintegrating into wisps of black smoke and vanishing without a trace. The remaining wolves charged forward, pouncing on the enemy. They bared two rows of gleaming, sharp teeth, precisely biting their targets' necks, abdomens, thighs, and other vital points. Elite soldiers followed closely behind the wolf pack, their steps synchronized, coordinating with the staggered thrusts of their spears, creating a scene of overwhelming killing intent.

"How did the thieves know our location?"

This place was an abandoned military camp with relatively complete surveillance facilities. It was originally used by the Zongren County garrison for training troops, but it had been abandoned for some reason. They hid here without noticing anything unusual.

The enemy, however, can appear without warning.

What does this mean?

This means someone betrayed them.

Thinking of this, they subconsciously recalled the families they had contacted through envoys, guessing that the problem must lie here! Which of them had betrayed them? Time was of the essence, and the chaotic situation did not allow them to calmly ponder the matter: "General, the enemy has not sent many troops. Let's break through first. As long as we survive, we can always fight again."

Compared to the sheer number of troops, the number of people who came to ambush them tonight was indeed small. However, the woman who attacked at the beginning was too fierce, and the master of Kui Mulang was exceptionally powerful, joining forces to suppress their morale.

As the forces of both sides clash, the tilted balance will gradually return to normal over time, and may even tilt in their favor.

The enemy was far too few in number. With such a significant numerical disadvantage, the outcome couldn't be reversed by two reckless individuals. The strategist in the army forced himself to remain calm and issued a series of orders: "First, stabilize the situation and don't let morale be thrown into disarray."

Maintain a firm defense and prevent enemy troops from disrupting your formation.

Just as he was clearing his mind, a golden light appeared out of nowhere, and a strong sense of crisis rushed to the top of his head. He instinctively leaned back and fell to the ground in a sorry state, barely dodging the golden spear aimed at his head. The next second, he was kicked hard in the abdomen. As the pain made his vision blur, the spear came thrusting straight at him again.

Just as his mind went blank, thinking his life was in danger, his body was thrown in the opposite direction by a tremendous force. He crashed heavily to the ground, only then realizing who had just saved him. The leading general had several wounds on his body, blood staining his armor.

"Protect your strategist!"

The leading military officer instructed his personal guards to survive.

Zhang Yang said, "We're all going to die sooner or later, so is it necessary to protect us?"

These words enraged the general, who, despite knowing Zhang Yang's unfathomable strength and that many men couldn't hold him off, still chose to draw his spear and meet the attack. Only in this way could he wash away the humiliation she had inflicted upon him: "You traitor! Today is your death day—"

Zhang Yang pressed down on the tip of his spear with one foot.

He leaned closer and said, "Tsk, you're quite polite."

When players engage in large-scale battles, the faction chat channels are filled with insults. Even with the system censoring some words, players still manage to hurl insults using various metaphors, homophones, and abstract expressions. Zhang Yang is frequently insulted when he raids other players' bases.

Therefore, she always felt that these people were much more polite than those players who got angry. Even when they were cursing, they were soft and gentle, so cute and pitiful that it made her want to soften her heart.

The leading military officer was so enraged that he was practically jumping out of his skin.

The faster and fiercer the movements, the more ruthless and vicious the moves, the more effortlessly Zhang Yang dealt with them, as if he were a child throwing a tantrum in front of an adult. No matter how powerful the moves were, they could all be calmly and easily neutralized by his opponent.

Moreover, Zhang Yang could also find time to harass other targets.

The military advisor who was in command was then targeted.

He was thrown around so hard he was dizzy and his internal organs ached. His personal guards protected the strategist away from danger, but Zhang Yang wouldn't let it go, even taking a moment to glance at the data panel on the recruitment platform.

Zhang Yang: "Huh?"

Seeing the strategist in so much pain he couldn't straighten up, the guard apologized and grabbed his arm, hoisting him onto his back. They'd only run a dozen steps when a golden light forced them back. The guard was sent flying, and the strategist on his back naturally suffered as well. Just before landing, his arm was violently pulled back with a cracking sound. After the excruciating pain, it hung limply at his side, powerless.

"Thief, what are you doing!"

Zhang Yang held him under her arm with one hand, while wielding her golden spear with the other, charging towards the onrushing red-named attackers. She moved with incredible agility, but the strategist, who had been heavily struck, suffered greatly. Already feeling nauseous, he experienced a dizzying sensation after being grabbed by Zhang Yang, and immediately couldn't hold back. Fortunately, he had been suffering from the summer heat and couldn't eat any meat, so his stomach was empty and he couldn't vomit anything.

Just then, a thief's arrogant reply came from above.

"What do you mean, 'robbery'?"

"How dare you! Release the strategist!"

"Come at me if you dare, and see if I'll use him as a human shield." Zhang Yang said this without any hesitation, an indescribable sense of pleasure filling her heart. However, the effect was too good; the red-named man who had just been relentlessly pestering her was now hesitant... no, timid and fearful. Zhang Yang's mood soured. Her eyes lit up with an idea. She raised her voice, letting the sound waves reverberate throughout the entire battlefield, "I am Zhang Boyuan, the new ruler of Zongzheng County today. I am right here. Come and kill me if you dare!"

"What?!"

Zhang Yang's words were really provoking hatred.

Many enemies didn't even know she existed; the blame was still looming over Lu Yuan. Her words directly revealed her identity, especially amidst a dense sea of ​​red names.

Those who had initially been wary of her because she had kidnapped the strategist now acted with complete freedom, no longer holding back. The strategist, who had been kidnapped by Zhang Yang, was so shocked that he forgot his nausea and vomiting, and even forgot the pain in his body. He couldn't help but look up at the thief who had taken him hostage. However, he was in such a position that it was impossible to see clearly; only his flowing black hair and clearly defined jawline could be barely made out.

The next moment, a strong feeling of weightlessness washed over me.

He was carried away from the ground at high speed by Zhang Yang.

The ground shrank rapidly before his eyes as two familiar colleagues leaped into the air in pursuit. Immediately following, a loud whistle rang out, and two birds of contrasting colors burst through the clouds, each unleashing their power. One steadily supported Zhang Yang's feet, while the other decisively accelerated, swooping down on the two approaching enemies. Its wings folded, encircling its body, and it spun in the air, flinging out metallic feathers.

Puff puff--

Hundreds of feathers transformed into a rain of arrows, powerfully hindering the enemy's offensive.

One of them was riddled with thorns, blood gushing from the small cuts. The other, still having the strength, managed to pull his comrade along while simultaneously knocking away the feathers, managing to catch him and land safely. The fallen feathers all disappeared into the ground.

Zhang Yang tossed the spoils of war onto Zhang Daji's back.

"Stay here and don't run around."

Having said that, he picked up his golden spear and continued killing red-named players.

The strategist forced down the sweet, metallic taste in his mouth. How could he obediently listen to Zhang Yang? He glanced at the ground, and without any hesitation, he leaped—leaped? The expected feeling of falling didn't come; instead, his collar was caught on something.

He turned his head away.

Before he could even see clearly, Zhang Daji had already thrown him back.

youth:"……"

He refused to believe it and jumped twice more, but was stopped each time.

On the fourth jump, Zhang Daji didn't hesitate to break both of his legs, causing him to faint from the pain before finally stopping. Zhang Daji maintained his flight altitude, keeping a close eye on Zhang Yang's direction.

Seeing Zhang Dagu showing off his skills, it barked twice indignantly.

It can do that too.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang couldn't understand its language.

She kept praising Zhang Dagu, who had a close working relationship with her. If they weren't still fighting, she would have liked to throw Zhang Dagu some birdseed in front of the enemy and praise him a few more times.

One side was bustling with activity, while the other side was lifeless and stagnant.

When Zeng Sheng learned how many troops Guan Si had transferred, he was taken aback: "Such an important matter, how could you not inform me?"

His first reaction was to complain.

His second reaction was when he realized that there weren't many of Guan Si's troops left in the county seat; almost all of them were local garrison soldiers. His heart began to pound, and an idea popped into his head uncontrollably. He forced it down, but someone, oblivious to his surroundings, insisted on reminding him.

"Why not take advantage of the thief's absence—"

"You can't even protect yourself, and you still want to scheme like this?" Zeng Sheng was summoned and stared at a room full of old acquaintances. He looked at these people with mixed feelings. They had barely escaped with their lives, so why were they jumping back into the fire? "Zongzheng County has fallen, and the people who went to persuade Bodu County to surrender have also sent back good news. How can Zongren County, caught in the middle, be protected?"

"What? Bodu—"

The expressions of the people locked in the dark room changed drastically.

Zeng Sheng: "Bo Du is alone and cannot stand alone. It is reasonable for him to be persuaded to surrender. On the contrary, you are confused. In chaotic times, whoever goes up is up. The most important thing is to protect your life and property."

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We agreed to have roast lamb today, but everyone stood us up. Sigh.