Chapter 25

Wu Tiejun charged recklessly, relying on his formidable cultivation, wildly slashing with his saber. With each flash of the blade, a life was taken.

Amidst the flashing blades and splattering blood, he moved nimbly, advancing and retreating with ease. For a moment, there was not a single opponent who could match him.

Whoosh!

A black figure flew through the air, blocking Wu Tiejun's saber with a clang. Mockingly, he said, "Wu Tiejun, you've been demoted from a general to a squad leader, yet you still serve the Great Qin so loyally. I truly feel sorry for you. Just nod, and come to my Flying Wing Hall. A position as a grand steward will be yours."

Wu Tiejun spat and sneered, "Even if I am demoted to a common soldier, I am still a man of the Great Qin!"

He let out a long whistle and laughed heartily, "Even if I die on the battlefield without a proper burial, I am still a man of the Great Qin, a ghost of the Great Qin, a soul of the Great Qin!"

In the air, He Biqu shouted, "Well said! Well said indeed!"

Below, countless blue-robed warriors were filled with boiling blood, suddenly shouting in unison, "Squad leader, a true man!"

"Alive, we are men of the Great Qin; dead, we are souls of the Great Qin!"

The blue-robed warriors roared together, their fighting spirit soaring. Their faces were resolute, chests puffed out, and their eyes filled with fervor!

There was not a trace of fear!

What if they died?

Dying without fighting to the fullest for the Great Qin would be the greatest regret!

"Great Qin! Great Qin!"

The blue-robed warriors fought to the death, their shouts shaking the heavens and the earth!

Even Fei Xinyu did not curse at this moment.

He knew that Wu Tiejun had rallied the morale of their side. Cursing now would only dampen their spirit.

In his heart, he couldn't help but admire Wu Tiejun's iron-blooded righteousness. In such a battlefield, Wu Tiejun was indeed more suited to be the leader.

Because this stubborn man's passion could truly boil and burn for the Great Qin!

And this burning passion would inspire everyone to fight to the death, to burn together, to fight together!

Under this burning spirit, their fighting strength could mysteriously increase, and casualties would decrease.

"Damn it! Wu Tiejun, this bastard, is actually stronger than me!" Fei Xinyu cursed in his heart and fought with all his might.

I was also demoted. Why should I lose to him, Wu Tiejun?

This face must be won back!

Both sides fought to the death, the battle quickly entering a white-hot phase. People were constantly injured, and people were constantly dying.

A blue-robed warrior was attacked by three enemies, unable to dodge, and had his left shoulder and half of his chest cut off. However, his face remained resolute, and he laughed, "I am a blue-robed warrior of the Great Qin, I am a man of the Great Qin!"

"I am a soul of the Great Qin!"

Suddenly, he roared and charged forward, using his legs and one arm to tightly wrap around a black-robed enemy.

They rolled on the ground together.

The enemy roared, stabbing him repeatedly. Bright blades kept emerging from his back, retracting, and emerging again...

But he clung to the enemy like glue, laughing, "Together, together! You think you can live after killing me? Ha ha..."

Five blue-robed warriors rushed over, two of them engaging two black-robed enemies, while the other three, with red eyes, raised their sabers without hesitation.

The sabers flashed and fell without hesitation.

They cut their comrade and the still restrained enemy into two pieces!

"Brother! For the Great Qin! May you have a good journey!"

"In the afterlife, you two can fight again!"

The half-dead blue-robed warrior, still clinging to the enemy, had already died, but his face was filled with excitement and satisfaction.

Because in his last moments, he saw the flashing blades of his comrades.

Those were the blades of revenge, the price of his life.

They were also his merit, the support for his family after his death.

In the distance, the horns sounded loudly.

General Ma Qiange raised his long spear and shouted, "The blue-robed warriors are men of the Great Qin. Are we not men of the Great Qin, soldiers?"

"Great Qin! Great Qin!"

Countless warriors raised their arms and roared, their blood boiling!

"All! Form the battle formation! Be ready to attack! Each squad leader, seize the opportunity. I want enemy heads, I want victory, I want to uphold the dignity of the Great Qin! Your lives, you must decide for yourselves!"

"Yes! We will not let the dignity of the Great Qin be weakened, even if we die!"

"Archers, take your positions, and attack when the opportunity arises. Focus on causing casualties and providing support!"

"Understood!"

Ma Qiange shouted, "Our men are not inferior to anyone!"

The army roared in unison, the sound like a mountain and a sea, shaking the earth.

They moved swiftly.

He Biqu and Wu Tiejun both felt relieved.

In such a high-level battle, the worst thing would be for the main army to charge in directly. That would result in heavy casualties and hinder the performance of their own experts.

Fortunately, Ma Qiange, with his extensive battle experience, gave the perfect order, which was both timely and highly intimidating.

Although the common soldiers had average fighting strength, there were many warriors among them, some of whom were of considerable rank. They didn't need to be particularly skilled; as long as they formed a complete battle formation, they could resist these powerful cultivators and even counterattack.

And the sharpshooters were the effective offensive force in such a battle, playing a significant role and potentially influencing the entire battle.

The formation quickly changed positions, without a single unnecessary sound.

In a short time, the archers had taken positions on the prominent points of the surrounding cliffs.

Arrows were nocked, and the cold light flashed.

One by one, they turned into deadly meteors.

The Great Qin army had already formed a neat hundred-man battle formation, and at the command, they advanced swiftly.

A little further away, the heavily armored cavalry stood ready.

Silent and still.

They waited for the right moment to charge and crush the battlefield!

"Comrades of the Great Qin, you can now join the battle. After this battle, the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors will not take a single item from the cave!"

He Biqu made a decisive decision and gave a promise.

Before this, many Great Qin martial artists had already joined the battle to assist the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors.

The pride of the Great Qin people was deeply rooted.

Seeing the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors fighting to the death, many could not hold back and had already rushed into the battlefield.

With He Biqu's words, the other hesitant martial artists from various regions were overjoyed. This was a great opportunity. They could gain benefits and earn the favor of the military and the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors, and they had already wanted to join the fight.

How could they not join now? They roared and rushed into the battlefield.

"Great Qin martial artists also have a heart to serve the country!"

One man shouted, "Forget the treasures in the cave, let's kill the enemies first! Kill the enemies!"

"Kill the enemies! Kill the enemies!"

Thousands of martial artists, their faces flushed, rushed into the battlefield, a sense of pride rising in their hearts.

I haven't done much good in my life, but today, I have fought for my country!

This feeling was both strange and proud, both honored and a bit warm and bitter, making them roar, "Great Qin! Great Qin!"

It seemed that with each shout, their connection to their country grew stronger.

"Wu Tiejun!"

He Biqu shouted while fighting in the air.

Wu Tiejun was surprised and turned, "Sir!"

He Biqu's face was stern, "Send the first batch of wounded away immediately, out of the battlefield, without delay!"

Here, there was no need for explanation; giving a direct order was the right thing to do.

On such a battlefield, the severely wounded were just a burden. Everyone knew this.

Staying on the battlefield when severely wounded was not something to be proud of. It was not noble or heroic; it would only cause more harm to one's comrades.

"Yes."

On the other side, Ma Qiange, sitting high in the command center, ordered, "Form the formation, archers provide cover, and escort the wounded out of the battlefield!"

The army moved immediately, without any hesitation.

The wounded gradually withdrew, though they were reluctant, they did not dare to disobey the order. They knew that staying in the formation would make them targets for the enemy, distracting their comrades and becoming a weak point.

So they had to withdraw, immediately!

Ma Qiange couldn't help but admire.

Sir He Biqu was indeed experienced and decisive, with a clear and calm mind.

At this critical moment, he did not hesitate at all, immediately mobilizing the martial artists to assist, tilting the battle in their favor.

This decisiveness was secondary; the most important was the judgment.

The Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors were immediately ambushed by the Great Yan Flying Wing Hall, indicating that this place had already been occupied and prepared for battle by the Great Yan Flying Wing Hall.

This almost meant that the treasures inside had already been taken by the enemy.

In such a situation, even if the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors won and took over, they would not gain much.

It was better to use this as a bait to get the martial artists to assist the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors. If they could use this to severely damage the enemy, it would be worth it.

Even if there was nothing in the cave, the resentment and hatred of the martial artists would fall on the Great Yan Flying Wing Hall, not the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors.

Moreover, even if there was nothing in the cave, He Biqu would compensate the martial artists from the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors' treasury.

This was beyond doubt.

With the strong intervention of the martial artists and the continuous cold arrows from the archers, and the steady and orderly advance of the army, the Rainbow Blue-Robed Warriors, who were initially evenly matched, began to gain the upper hand.

However, in the high sky, He Biqu's battle with the Flying Wing Hall's Miao Sen gradually turned to a disadvantage. After several intense clashes with Miao Sen, He Biqu's face turned pale, clearly suffering from internal injuries that could flare up at any moment...

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[Really fierce, I said this chapter would be real, and someone just gave me a bunch of numbers. Especially one person, who just wrote one word: "Come!" and then it was all "Come! Come! Come..." This is crazy. How can you say I'm watering it down every day...]

[Anyway, after reading the update, give a heart to Feng Yin and Feng Ying. I want to see how you can still "Come" after this.]