Chapter 71

Lu Yao was anxious in his heart, but his actions showed no sign of panic. He held his gun and swung it backward, sweeping a Huns soldier who was trying to sneak up from behind the horse, sending him flying into the air. He then gathered his breath and roared, "I am Lu Yaoming from Wu County! Does any enemy general dare to come and fight me?"

Lu Yao had planned this in advance. If a regular general faced a night raid by the enemy, they would most likely first stabilize the situation, confirm the number and intentions of the enemy, and then organize a counterattack. However, Qiao Xi was different. Born into a lowly family and suddenly elevated to a high position, he had no foundation in the court of the Huns Han Kingdom. His only reliance was his bravery in battle. Reviewing Qiao Xi's performance in previous battles, he always led from the front, using his personal prowess to strike at the morale of the Jin army.

Lu Yao, with a hundred riders, gambled that Qiao Xi would certainly lead the charge himself; he bet that as long as the enemy general engaged in battle, he could kill him! Therefore, Lu Yao loudly challenged him!

This loud challenge was also equivalent to telling others that he was the leader of the invading Jin army. Two imposing warriors, both wearing helmets and armor, immediately galloped forward. Lu Yao could see clearly that these two were well-armored, with fine weapons and an extraordinary aura, clearly elite guards of the enemy general, who did not even remove their armor at night.

Lu Yao was not alarmed but rather delighted, and he shouted again, "Is the enemy general afraid to fight, sending mere soldiers to die?"

These two warriors were not ordinary soldiers. They were originally fierce bandit leaders from the southern desert, each with the strength to fight a hundred men. After joining Qiao Xi, they were appointed as commanders of the elite troops. One was named Huyan Zhen, about thirty years old, with a broad back and powerful arms, skilled in using a long-handled wolf-tooth club. The other was named Zhi Quluo, about forty years old, with eyes like copper bells and a bristling beard, wielding a sixteen-foot spear.

Hearing Lu Yao call them mere soldiers, the two were furious, shouting and urging their horses to approach Lu Yao.

Lu Yao circled his horse, swinging his iron spear as if to strike Huyan Zhen. The spear hit the wolf-tooth club and suddenly bounced up, using the momentum to accelerate to the left, aiming for Zhi Quluo. The spear was as swift as a shooting star, and Zhi Quluo could not defend himself. It pierced through his open mouth and emerged from the back of his head, a silver tip glistening. Poor Zhi Quluo had barely warmed his spear before losing his life.

Huyan Zhen roared in anger, swinging his wolf-tooth club from the right at Lu Yao. Lu Yao did not even look at him, easily dodging the blow. Huyan Zhen's club swung outward, leaving his front exposed. Lu Yao crossed his hands, using his waist and abdomen to swing the iron spear. The spear handle struck Huyan Zhen's forehead. A dull thud echoed, and Huyan Zhen's forehead caved in, his eyes bulging, and blood gushed from his seven orifices.

In an instant, Lu Yao killed two Huns brave warriors, his movements fluid and precise, like a dance. The enemy was stunned and retreated in fear.

Suddenly, a cold voice said, "Hmph!"

This "hmph" was not loud, but it felt like a burst of air in Lu Yao's ear, making his eardrums buzz.

Before the buzzing subsided, a strong wind arose, and a massive spear as thick as a bowl shot forward like a venomous dragon.

Lu Yao instantly understood that this attack was extremely powerful and could not be resisted by force! Fortunately, he reacted quickly, dodging and turning his iron spear to parry.

Lu Yao's response was both defensive and offensive, not only neutralizing the enemy's strength but also setting up several deadly follow-up moves, truly excellent. However, the enemy's martial arts were truly formidable. Even though their weapons only grazed each other, a mountain-like impact still surged up Lu Yao's iron spear. It felt as if someone had struck his palm with a heavy iron hammer!

Lu Yao shouted and retreated several steps with his horse. Looking up, he saw a towering, fierce-looking giant roaring towards him! This giant was almost as tall as Lu Yao on horseback, with a red beard and a wild appearance, naked except for a pleated skirt, his muscles bulging, truly a formidable figure.

Lu Yao was not alarmed but rather delighted, and he shouted, "Qiao Xi?"

"Indeed, it's your grandpa!" the giant roared, like a thunderclap. This was Qiao Xi, the main general of the enemy, one of the few mighty generals in the Huns Han army, finally taking the field!

Qiao Xi wielded a massive, strange spear, creating a fierce wind as he attacked. Without giving Lu Yao a moment to catch his breath, he thrust his spear directly at Lu Yao's chest. Lu Yao twisted his waist and countered with a thrust of his own. The iron spear and the massive spear clashed several times, clanging and sparking. The iron spear's techniques were ingenious and unpredictable, but the massive spear's every strike was powerful and ferocious! In a few moments, both felt they had met a formidable opponent.

Qiao Xi laughed loudly, his attacks coming in waves, growing more intense. In recent years, only in life-and-death battles could he truly feel the joy of a thorough victory.

Qiao Xi's mother was a female slave from a mixed Huns tribe in Hexi, who died early. His father was said to be a Han merchant who traveled between Huns and Han territories, but Qiao Xi had never met him. At seventeen, Qiao Xi became a famous bandit leader in Hexi, and for over a decade, he roamed the northern and southern grasslands until he was recruited by Liu Yuan, becoming a general in the Huns Han Kingdom.

However, he soon discovered that, except for Liu Yuan himself, most Huns nobles always regarded him as an outsider. No matter how many merits he earned, the tribal chieftains still held their own power and watched him with cold eyes. Even among the troops nominally under his command, only a few hundred bandit-born personal guards were truly loyal to him.

This situation made Qiao Xi particularly angry, and he became especially cruel and brutal in battle, as if only in this way could he vent his suppressed emotions.

Although the three camps to the north, south, and center seemed to be attacked simultaneously, Qiao Xi, relying on his battle-hardened instincts, immediately determined that the key was the fierce cavalry charge directly into his own camp. Without waiting to reorganize the entire army, he immediately led his personal guards to launch a fierce counterattack. He did not even wear armor, grabbing his massive spear, which he never left his side, and charging into battle, just in time to meet Lu Yao!

The two engaged in battle, their iron spear and massive spear clashing, their strength radiating outward. No one could stand within several yards, and they were all thrown back like rolling tumbleweeds.

Qiao Xi, the champion general of the Huns Han Kingdom, was indeed formidable, with a strength and ferocity that Lu Yao had never seen before. His massive spear swung wildly, the wind it created almost distorting Lu Yao's facial muscles. In a blink, he had already launched over a dozen thrusts at Lu Yao.

Relying on his divine spear techniques and the momentum of his horse, Lu Yao clashed with Qiao Xi several times. However, after a dozen clashes, his arms felt numb, and his tiger's mouth (the space between the thumb and index finger) ached slightly. Initially, he had charged at Qiao Xi, but after a few moves, he was deflected and had to pass by Qiao Xi's side.

At the moment they crossed paths, Lu Yao twisted his waist and turned his body, thrusting his spear. Qiao Xi, following Lu Yao's movement, was about to parry with his spear but noticed that Lu Yao's thrust was weak and off-target. Qiao Xi was taken aback.

At that moment, a bright fireball suddenly shot up from the ground, aiming for Qiao Xi's face. It turned out that Lu Yao's spear was not aimed at Qiao Xi but at the ground, where it had picked up a fallen torch. Qiao Xi, caught off guard, deflected the torch, but the bright light and flying sparks forced him to close his eyes involuntarily...

This was the opportunity! Lu Yao roared, his strength reaching its peak, and he leaped from his horse, pouncing on Qiao Xi. At that moment, his mind was calm, and his spear seemed to come alive, extending from his hands.

The spear drew a beautiful arc in the air. At the end of the arc, blood spurted.

Lu Yao flipped in the air and landed back on his horse. His iron spear, like a snake's tongue, retracted immediately, leaving a massive wound on Qiao Xi's chest, from which blood gushed. Qiao Xi, gritting his teeth, tried to persist and raised his massive spear to sweep at Lu Yao, but it was already weak and was easily deflected by Lu Yao. The massive spear clattered to the ground, and Qiao Xi's throat made a gurgling sound as he fell to the ground.

The decisive battle on the battlefield, where life and death hung by a thread. In terms of skill, Qiao Xi was no less than Lu Yao, and his innate strength was even greater. However, Lu Yao made full use of every detail on the battlefield, seizing the fleeting opportunity and delivering a fatal blow.

Lu Yao urged his horse forward a few steps and swung his spear. The sharp blade cut through Qiao Xi's neck, and his head flew off, blood spraying high.

Lu Yao thrust his spear, impaling the head on the tip. He pulled the reins, making his horse rear up, and raised his iron spear high, so that everyone could see the fierce-looking head. Blood dripped down the spear shaft, wetting half of his armor.

"I, Lu Yao from Wu County, have killed the enemy general Qiao Xi!" Lu Yao shouted, raising his spear and charging forward. Wherever he went, the enemy scattered like waves.

Many of the Huns soldiers, who had been fighting to the death, stopped involuntarily. The champion general Qiao Xi, personally praised by King Liu Yuan as "the bravest in the army" and who had swept through the battlefield, was actually killed? The Huns soldiers, who had been immersed in the joy of victory since the start of the campaign, felt a sense of fear and panic for the first time.

The Jin soldiers responsible for disrupting the northern and southern camps took this opportunity to break free from the enemy's entanglement and join Lu Yao. They shouted in unison, galloping through the Huns camp and charging north.

At this moment, it had been only a short while since Lu Yao emerged from the forest.

After a long time, the enemy camp finally sounded the urgent gongs, and many soldiers, grabbing their bows and arrows, roared and galloped out to chase them. However, Lu Yao and his men had already disappeared into the night. The Huns soldiers, disheartened, turned back to see the camp fires burning even more fiercely.

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