I, a useless prince, started with the Xiang Yu template.

The barbarian soldiers, their eyes red, charged forward wave after wave.

They noticed that Chu Yun's movements slowed down, his breathing became heavier, and he would occasionally pause when drawing his gun.

They looked like they were about to collapse.

An opportunity! A tremendous opportunity!

A hundred taels of gold, a generous reward from the tribe—it's all laid out before you.

Nobody wants to miss out.

The first few barbarian soldiers lowered their horses and charged forward with their scimitars raised.

As the distance closed, he swung his sword and slashed.

The blade aimed straight for Chu Yun's neck, arms, and abdomen.

Chu Yun, whose movements were originally sluggish, suddenly twisted his wrist.

Overlord Spear - Short-range, high-speed thrust.

It's not fast, it doesn't drift, it's frighteningly stable.

With a soft "poof".

The spear tip pierced directly through the chest of the foremost barbarian soldier.

With a gentle flick, it follows the natural flow.

The immense force sent the person flying, crashing heavily to the ground and leaving no trace.

Two barbarian soldiers were about to step in and chop down the enemy.

Chu Yun sheathed his gun and swept it across the room.

The gun barrel slammed hard onto their shoulders.

Two crisp snapping sounds.

The shoulder bone was crushed.

Before they could even finish their screams, they swayed and fell off their horses.

In an instant, the three of them fell to the ground.

The barbarian soldiers rushing up from behind paused, their hearts skipping a beat.

But no one backed down.

Everyone is trying to comfort themselves.

He was at his last gasp, just giving it his all at the end.

It won't last long.

The second wave of barbarian soldiers followed closely behind, attacking from both sides in pairs.

One used a deception, while the other launched a sneak attack.

Chu Yun remained in a state of semi-breathing.

His body swayed slightly, looking as if he might collapse from exhaustion at any moment.

The barbarian soldier's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Quick! He's dying!"

"His last breath! Hold him down!"

The two men simultaneously brandished their swords and surrounded the enemy.

next second.

Chu Yun dodged to the side, stepped on the stirrup, and used the momentum to flip over.

The Overlord Spear slid along the blade and thrust out.

One shot, one kill.

Clean and neat.

Two more people fell from their horses and died instantly.

Hope was dashed once again.

The third and fourth waves of barbarian soldiers continued their charge.

Each wave is more ferocious and more insane than the last.

They watched as Chu Yun's breathing grew heavier and his movements became more labored.

Every time, I felt confident that I could definitely win this time.

Every time they charged in, they were instantly killed.

They would either be stabbed through the chest, have their bones broken by the gun barrel, or be thrown into the air and killed.

The scene became extremely bizarre.

Wave after wave of barbarian soldiers were sent to their deaths.

Chu Yun seemed on the verge of collapse time and time again.

Yet it remained steadfast on horseback, as solid as a rock.

The wind blew his black robe, and blood dripped from the tip of his spear.

People look increasingly tired.

The killings became increasingly consistent.

As many as surrounded them, as many fell down.

After several rounds of fighting, nearly half of the elite guards were wiped out.

The remaining barbarian soldiers were completely thrown into disarray.

One of the barbarian soldiers, halfway through his charge, abruptly reined in his warhorse, his face contorted in despair.

"What's going on? Is there any limit to this person's potential?"

Another barbarian soldier standing nearby felt a chill run down his spine, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"That's not right! He's clearly panting so hard he's about to collapse!"

"Their movements are all sluggish; they look like they could collapse at any moment!"

"How come he's still so ruthless when he kills people?"

Another veteran looked completely bewildered, his heart breaking beneath the surface.

"I clearly saw him almost lose his grip on the gun just now!"

"How could he turn around and stab his teammate to death?"

"Is he genuinely exhausted or just faking it?"

It looks incredibly fake.

They fight incredibly fiercely.

I'll give you a glimmer of hope each time.

Every time hope was raised, it was immediately crushed by Chu Yun's own hands.

You thought he would surely lose with his next move.

You'll be the one who dies in the next second.

Tucker stood there, his hand gripping the hilt of his knife, veins bulging, his face ashen.

He saw clearly.

He sent his most capable bodyguards up in waves.

He couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes.

More than half of the soldiers were killed or wounded, and no progress was made.

Tucker was both angry and obsessive.

He didn't believe it.

He absolutely refused to believe that someone could kill over a hundred people and still have the strength.

Why can he still fight?

It must be an act!

Tucker clenched his teeth, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"Pretend! Let's see how long you can keep up this act!"

"You're at your last gasp! You're just putting on a brave face!"

Even if you're made of iron, I'll wear you down to death!

He was completely going all out.

Tucker suddenly raised his scimitar high, roaring deafeningly.

"Surround them! Engage in close combat!"

"He's exhausted! He can't hold on for more than a few moves! Kill him!!"

The surviving barbarian soldiers were forced by their leader to muster their last bit of courage.

Even knowing that the other side was bizarre and outrageous, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and press forward.

Everyone dispersed, gradually tightening the encirclement.

A dense barrage of blades blocked Chu Yun's every move from all directions.

Available in the next second.

Chu Yun, who had been feigning exhaustion, suddenly cleared his eyes.

That's the end of the pretense.

It's time to harvest.

Chu Yun flicked his wrist, and the Overlord Spear instantly accelerated.

No more holding back, no more acting.

Gunfire exploded, incredibly fast!

The two barbarian soldiers at the very front had just swung their scimitars when their heads were instantly emptied.

The spear tip pierced the throat in an instant, drawing out two streaks of blood.

The body was flung to the ground.

Three barbarian soldiers pounced at him from the right.

Chu Yun swept his spear across the ground.

A tremendous force erupted.

Three sounds of bones shattering rang out simultaneously.

The three were struck as if by a giant hammer; their bodies bent over, unable to even scream, and they were sent flying backwards to their deaths.

The barbarian soldier who launched a sneak attack from the left barely managed to cleave the air with his curved blade.

With a precise thrust of the spear tip, the spear pierced the shoulder, sending the target flying.

One person per second, one shot, one life.

There was no pause, no delay.

The barbarian soldiers, who had been charging forward with frenzy, fell in droves.

The fighting spirit that had just been mustered was instantly shattered.

The entire encirclement was breached in countless places.

The barbarian soldiers were completely dumbfounded.

This is hardly exhaustion.

That power, that speed, that explosiveness!

Even stronger than at the start!

Just as the barbarian soldiers were shaken to their core and their formation was thrown into chaos...

dark place!

Tucker seized the only opening!

He abandoned a direct assault, lowered his horse, and under the cover of the chaotic army, charged his scimitar to its full power and launched a frenzied sneak attack from Chu Yun's blind spot!

The scimitar gleamed coldly, heading straight for the vital spot in the back of the heart!

He risked his life in that one strike!

Success or failure hinges on this moment!

But his knife was just close.

Chu Yun seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; without turning his head, he suddenly twisted his waist.

The Overlord Spear lashed out fiercely with a backhand strike!

boom! !

The gun barrel slammed solidly into Tucker's chest!

A terrifying muffled thud exploded!

Tucker's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.

An irresistible and terrifying force instantly crushed all his strength.

He was sent flying backward through the air as if he had been hit by a high-speed flying stone!

He spat out a mouthful of scalding blood in mid-air, his sternum collapsed, and his internal organs shattered.

His body crashed heavily into the yellow sand.

The moment he landed, his limbs twitched twice, and he died instantly.

A moment of deathly silence fell over the scene.

All the remaining barbarian soldiers were frozen in place.

Looking at the leader's cold corpse.

Then look at that blood-stained young man in black.

Everyone had only one thought in their minds.

cheated!

We've been completely scammed!

His previous weakness was all an act!

It was all intentional!

What do you mean by "exhausted"? What do you mean by "completely drained"?

It's all a trap!

They deliberately tricked them into charging in waves, only to have them die in waves!

That's so despicable!

What a dog!

This person is a monster!

For an instant.

The fear, frustration, and despair that had been building up in the hearts of the barbarian soldiers finally erupted.

The last shred of fighting spirit was completely wiped out.

"Run! Run!"

Someone let out a roar.

next second.

The remaining barbarian troops completely collapsed.

Everyone turned their horses around, no longer caring about formation, their comrades, or the corpses.

They fled towards the northern wilderness like madmen!

Looking at the scattered and fleeing barbarian cavalry, Chu Yun's eyes flashed with a cold light.

He held the gun in one hand and spoke in a deep, cold voice.

"All troops in pursuit! Leave no survivors!"

Da da da!

The Qin cavalry charged out simultaneously!

Chu Yun took the lead, gun in hand, chasing ahead.

Anyone who runs slowly, is alone, or falls behind.

If you catch up, you'll be killed instantly with a single shot.

The Qin cavalry swept through the enemy lines, reaping victory after victory.

They chased him northwards for a good twenty or thirty miles!

The barbarian soldiers fled, dying all the way.

Originally, it was an elite cavalry force of two thousand men.

In the end, fewer than a hundred people managed to escape the pursuit and fled back to the northern grasslands in a sorry state.

In this battle, the Qin army suffered fewer than fifty casualties, making it a crushing victory!

The chase ended, and the troops returned to camp.

Chu Yun turned his horse around.

His black robe was completely soaked with the blood of his enemies, his gun dripped with blood, and his armor was stained red.

Like a demon god of war emerging from hell.