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The main tent of the barbarian army was dimly lit by candlelight.

Yelü Aguda, intoxicated, lay down on the couch.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard a chaotic cacophony of shouts and cries of battle.

Yelü Aguda's eyelids twitched suddenly.

His instincts honed from years of fighting instantly brought him to his senses.

He sat up abruptly, his expression changing drastically.

"What's going on outside?! Where is that fighting coming from?!"

The guards on duty outside the tent looked flustered and rushed into the tent without even lifting the curtain.

"General! Something terrible has happened!"

"Fire has broken out in the direction of the supply camp! Enemy is attacking the camp! The fire is extremely large!"

Yelü Aguda's mind went completely blank.

He didn't bother to put on his shoes, and rushed out of the tent barefoot, looking up at the back of the camp.

The horizon was a deep crimson.

Thick black smoke billowed into the night sky, and flames roared, turning the pitch-black night a blinding red.

The distant grain and provisions camp had been engulfed in flames.

The crackling and popping sounds of the burning grain stacks could be clearly heard from thousands of meters away.

In an instant, a surge of rage welled up inside him.

"Damn it!!"

"Quickly! Send the order! Everyone, go put out the fire!"

"Put out the fire at all costs!"

He was trembling with rage. "Damn it! Those despicable scumbags, Qian Jun!!"

He turned and roared at his personal guards, "Men! Prepare my horse!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed back to his tent like a madman.

He hastily put on his battle armor, roughly shoved his feet into his leather boots, and grabbed the sword hanging on the tent wall.

Step out of the main tent.

The warhorses have been led to the gate.

He mounted his horse, spurred it on with his legs, and galloped off toward the grain supply camp.

.......

Inside the grain and supplies camp, a fierce wind raged relentlessly.

Fueled by the wind, the fire spread wildly.

Piles of grain stacks, burlap tents, and dry straw firewood were all set ablaze.

The flames surged and rolled, one wave higher than the next.

The scorching heatwave baked the earth, and even the surrounding air became scalding hot.

Countless barbarian soldiers carried wooden buckets and water bags and desperately tried to put out the fire.

Buckets of river water were poured onto the fire.

Water droplets falling into the open flame evaporate instantly.

The hissing white smoke rose up, but it had no effect whatsoever.

Dry grains and herbs are inherently flammable, and strong winds only exacerbate the problem.

Human power is simply insufficient to suppress the fire.

The barbarian soldiers were charred and disheveled.

Some people threw away their buckets in despair, staring blankly at the sea of ​​fire.

Outside the grain depot, the bloody fighting continued.

Chu Yun and his group were completely surrounded.

From all directions, barbarian soldiers swarmed in.

It was densely packed with people, a sea of ​​people, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The escape route is completely blocked.

Chu Yun took the lead and stood at the very front.

He brandished the Overlord Spear wildly.

The eighty-one-pound spear swept and slashed in his hands.

The gunshots whistled through the air, their force violent.

Without exception, any barbarian soldier who entered within a ten-foot radius of him was killed.

Either your throat will be pierced by the tip of a gun, or your bones will be broken by the barrel of a gun.

Blood splattered, and corpses littered the ground.

His eyes were cold, and his face was expressionless.

The slashing motion was swift and clean, without a single unnecessary movement.

Behind him were two hundred cavalrymen, all covered in blood and grime.

Short swords slashed, warhorses charged.

They followed Chu Yun in battle, and countless barbarian soldiers fell to the ground.

But the number of barbarian soldiers was simply too large.

They can't kill them all, they can't eradicate them all.

One wave falls, another rises to take its place.

A steady stream of barbarian soldiers poured in from various camps.

The cavalrymen were constantly losing their strength.

My arms are aching, and my warhorse is panting heavily.

Even after slaying countless enemies, they could not break through the encirclement.

The march of the column slowed down more and more.

The originally neat breakout formation was constantly squeezed and compressed.

Every step forward comes at a heavy price.

Ma Dong was covered in blood, had been stabbed in the shoulder, and his armor had a large gash.

He spurred his horse and charged to Chu Yun's side, roaring.

"Your Highness! The enemy is gathering in ever-growing numbers; if this continues, we'll all be trapped here and die!"

"You must break through on your own and leave us behind!"

"We'll stay behind and fight to the death to hold off the enemy, every second counts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes showed determination, and he was ready to sacrifice himself to cover the enemy.

Chu Yun suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp as knives, and roared.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"We'll go together! As the commander-in-chief, how can I abandon my men and flee for my life?"

"What are you afraid of! They're just a bunch of savage dogs! All of you, follow behind me, hold your ground, and charge with me!"

Chu Yun flicked his wrist, and the Overlord Spear suddenly spun up.

The gun barrel whipped up a whistling wind, its movements so dense and impenetrable that its shadow enveloped an area several feet around him.

The barbarian soldiers who rushed at him were instantly blasted away by the sweeping force of his spear as soon as they stepped within a ten-foot radius of him.

Some had their chests and abdomens pierced, while others had their skulls smashed open. They screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

The barbarian soldiers were terrified and involuntarily retreated.

The way he looked at Chu Yun was as if he were looking at a ferocious beast that had broken out of purgatory.

That's too brutal.

They strike without holding back, each move deadly.

Ordinary warriors couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

No one could withstand the power of Chu Yun's spear; to step forward would be to die.

Just then.

Two barbarian commanders suddenly rushed out from outside the formation.

Both men were burly and heavily armored, wielding thick swords, and each rode a tall warhorse, roaring as they charged straight toward Chu Yun.

"Arrogant brat, cease your madness!"

"Watch us two behead you!"

With a combined strike of two swords, carrying immense force, they blocked Chu Yun's path from both sides, attempting to kill him in a joint attack.

Chu Yun remained calm and composed, his feet firmly planted in the stirrups, and suddenly unleashed his Overlord Spear.

The first move was a horizontal parry with his spear. With a loud clang, the two centurions' hands went numb, and their warhorses retreated repeatedly.

The second move was a powerful, sweeping motion with the spear shaft, which slammed into the left-side centurion's chest.

The armor was dented and the bones were shattered.

The centurion screamed and tumbled off his horse, dying instantly.

The third move was a sudden thrust of the spear tip like a thunderbolt, so fast that it instantly pierced the right side of the centurion's throat.

Three tricks.

Two centurions were killed.

The surrounding barbarian soldiers froze on the spot, completely dumbfounded.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.

Holy crap... is this even human?

After fighting for so long, they didn't even pant, showing no signs of exhaustion.

He could cut down ordinary soldiers as easily as mowing grass, and even against warriors, he could kill them in just three moves.

This combat power is insane!

Chu Yun was completely bloodthirsty, his eyes turning red and his killing intent surging.

With sheer courage, she carved a bloody path through the dense crowd.

The night was dark, the firelight flickered, and visibility was already poor.

The barbarian soldiers were disoriented by the darkness and thick smoke, their formations were thrown into chaos, and they were in a flurry of activity.

Those in front wanted to retreat, while those behind rushed forward, resulting in a stampede.

The barbarian army that arrived later had no idea what the situation was like; there were people, fires, and screams everywhere.

Unable to distinguish friend from foe, they stood bewildered, unsure which way to charge.

The barbarian general leading the troops looked at the chaotic formation and the ever-growing fire that was burning the grain supplies, feeling both angry and anxious.

Left with no other choice, they could only grit their teeth and give the order.

"Stop rushing in! Everyone, prioritize putting out the fire!"

Once the order was given, a large number of barbarian soldiers quickly turned around and rushed to the fire to put it out.

Seizing the opportunity, Chu Yun raised his arm and shouted, "Everyone, follow! Don't linger! Retreat from the north!"

The remaining cavalry dared not hesitate and followed closely behind Chu Yun.

The group broke through the barbarian army's defenses and, under the cover of night, sped towards the northern wilderness.

Behind them, the supply camp was engulfed in flames, and the barbarian army was in complete chaos.