Chapter 37: The Upper State Sends an Urgent Message (4)

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  Mu Zhong was shocked in his heart, the opponent only needed one move to knock down his war horse, how much strength would it take to achieve this, it seemed like another fierce battle. He also saw that his own soldiers had already mixed with the Shu army, most of them were divided into several groups, the situation was not optimistic, if he wanted to turn the tide, he must kill the fierce general in front of him.

  Mu Zhong Liao didn't hesitate any longer, his legs coiled with strength, and he suddenly leaped forward with a loud shout: "Ah!" The steel spear in his hand shot straight at the enemy's vital spot.

  "Great job!"

  Zhang Heng didn't hold back, and the array of residual shadows danced in his hand as he wielded the Fang Tian painting halberd to meet him. The two sides exchanged blows for more than a dozen rounds, with neither gaining the upper hand. However, Zhang Heng's rich experience and astonishing strength made every strike feel like a massive force on Mu Zhongliao's spear, causing his tiger mouth to numb. He knew that if this continued, he would definitely lose. Looking at Zhang Heng's sturdy and tall build, it was clear that he was taking the route of brute force, while Mu himself had a light and agile physique with nimble movements. With this in mind, he decided not to engage in a fierce battle anymore, but instead to constantly circle around Zhang Heng, engaging in a mobile fight.

  Young General Mu Zhong Liao's steel gun in his hand was the ancestral seven-foot dragon spirit gun. The gun body was made of rare metal, and the gun tip shone with a silver light, extremely sharp. Only to see Mu Zhong Liao waving the steel gun, the gun moved up and down, like dancing pear flowers, scattered all over the body, like floating auspicious snow, like a dragon rising from the water.

  Zhang Heng secretly thought: Good marksmanship, the Fang Tianhua halberd in his hand swung even faster, the sound of clashing weapons was endless, and neither side could gain the upper hand. Zhang Heng's strength was fierce and powerful, often striking down with one blow, which would shock Mu Zhong Liao's arms to the point of numbness. However, Mu's gun technique was fast, chaotic, and accurate, taking advantage of the situation, his gun technique seemed disorderly but was actually profound and unpredictable, every strike aimed at a vital spot, Zhang Heng often found himself caught off guard by the gun tip pressing against his helmet, fortunately, the helmet was not ordinary, but he still broke out in cold sweat.

  The Chu army was severely damaged at this time, with 50,000 people being divided into several blocks. The Shu army surrounded these small groups of Chu army troops, not approaching them, but constantly stabbing and killing those who were closer to themselves with long spears in their hands. In a short while, they lost more than half of their men.

  Mu Zhong Liao looked anxious, the steel gun in his hand stabbed and slashed somewhat disorderly. Zhang Heng took advantage of the opportunity to stab him with a spear, hitting his thigh and cutting off a piece of flesh and skin from his leg. Mu Zhong Liao felt pain and hastily retreated several steps, almost losing his balance.

  Is today my own unlucky day? Mu Zhong Liao was somewhat exhausted, with fine sweat on his forehead and rough breathing from his mouth. With the injury on his leg, his combat effectiveness had greatly decreased. Zhang Heng took advantage of this opportunity to strike, not allowing him a moment's rest, swinging his Fang Tian Hua Halberd at Mu Zhong Liao in rapid succession.

  After a few fierce battles, Mu Zhong Liao's body had several new wounds, and the steel gun in his hand was unstable. Zhang Heng found an opportunity, and the long spear in his hand stabbed straight ahead, looking unavoidable. At this moment, a Chu State soldier suddenly rushed to Mu Zhong Liao's face and blocked the spear with his own body.

  "Pffft!" Fang Tian's spear shot in with a whooshing sound, directly piercing through the soldier's chest.

  "Uh... General...... Avenge me!" The soldier shouted his last words and then lowered his head, completely lifeless.

  Mu Zhong Liao was stunned, seeing the soldier take a fatal blow for him and paying with his life. His heart in anguish, he looked up at the sky and let out a mournful cry: "Ah!!"

  Zhang Heng saw that one strike was not enough, and he secretly sighed in regret. He pulled out the long spear from the soldier's body and attacked Mu Zhong Liao again. But Mu Zhong Liao didn't move, only closing his eyes tightly and gripping the steel gun in his hand. The distance between them was only a few zhang, and it would take only an instant to rush over, but Zhang Heng suddenly felt that this distance had lengthened.

  Only to see Mu Zhong Liao slowly raise the steel gun in his hand, his arm stretched out horizontally in front of his chest, with his eyes closed and not looking at Zhang Heng. Suddenly, he recited: "The dragon's toss breaks the universe!" With the poem, Mu Zhong Liao moved, only to see him lift his hand slowly and send out the steel gun, holding the tail of the gun with one hand, and sideways facing Zhang Heng who rushed in front of him.

  "Then!"

  "Lone soul loyal spirit connects nine cities!"

  "Dong Dong Dong!"

  "Ruthless and absolute, dominating all under heaven for generations of soldiers!"

  "Dang... Dang... Puff!" Mu Zhong Liao closed his eyes, relying solely on instinct to shoot an arrow that hit Zhang Heng's shoulder, causing him to retreat several steps in pain.

  "A dragon's roar and ten thousand people fall into an abyss!"

  "Poof!" Zhang Heng froze, he couldn't believe it and lowered his head to look at the gun handle that had pierced into his heart, while the hand holding the gun handle was only a foot away from him, but he didn't see the wall behind him still trembling like a dragon's hum.

  "The Dragon Gun is out, no one can stop it!" Mu Zhong Liao slowly opened his eyes and said slowly.

  With a "thud", Zhang fell straight down. Only a pair of copper cow-like eyes were still staring widely.

  The Chu army saw the enemy general being killed, and immediately morale soared, and they began to break out in anger. Mu Zhongliang did not dare to delay, pulled over a war horse, mounted it, waved the steel gun in his hand and rushed towards the nearest encirclement.

  The officers and men inside the encirclement saw Mu Zhongliang come to reinforce, their morale greatly boosted, and the attack became even more fierce. After rushing into the encirclement, they found that there were about three or four hundred Shu soldiers inside, and shouted: "All brothers follow me to kill out!"

  "Roar!"

  The battle is still ongoing, the Chu army's forces are dwindling, while the Shu army continues to receive reinforcements from all directions, surrounding the main camp tightly. At this time, Mu Zhongliao has several thousand gathered Chu soldiers behind him, plus his seven-foot dragon spear in hand, with unmatched power, and in these encircled circles, he is the only one that the enemy dares not approach.

  He had changed three war horses, and the previous wounds on his body had stopped bleeding with blood clots. The color of his armor could no longer be discerned, but the steel spear in his hand was still shining brightly, causing the Shu army to tremble with fear.

  The Shu army has now increased to nearly 100,000, while the Chu army does not exceed 20,000 at most. After much difficulty, Mu Zhongliang finally managed to gather all his remaining troops with several new wounds on his body, and both sides are in a standoff.

  But not far away, Mu Gui on the city wall of Shangbang was already tearful, and it had been two hours since his grandson went to war. In a short while, the sky would be bright, and the Shu army's camp across the way still occasionally transmitted the sound of soldiers fighting with each other. Although he didn't know the outcome, he kept seeing various Shu armies gathering at the battlefield, so he knew how dangerous Mu Zhong Liao's situation was. At this moment, he wished to personally lead his troops out of the city and bring Sunzi back, but he didn't dare, nor could he. The responsibility on his shoulders was too great, and the entire Chu state only had Shangbang as its last barrier. If the city wall fell, then the final outcome for Chu would be destruction.

  The generals beside Mu Kui also did not close their eyes all night, they clenched their fists tightly, with tiger-like eyes filled with tears. They admired Mu Zhong Liao from the bottom of their hearts, admired the three generations of the Mu family, and admired these 50,000 soldiers.

  In another hour, the night would be over. At this time, Mu Zhong Liao had only 8,000 soldiers left behind him, most of whom were cavalrymen, and some infantrymen had also obtained war horses from somewhere and became cavalrymen. Only a small number of archers stood in front of the cavalry, waiting for Mu Zhong Liao's order at any time.

  At this time, the Shu army array opened up a gap in the center, and a general rode out from the array on horseback. He stared at Mu Zhong Liao with an expressionless face and slowly asked: "Was Zhang Heng killed by you?"

  "Not bad!"

  Mu Zhong Liao didn't know who the commander opposite him was, but when he heard the other side directly call out Zhang Heng's name, he knew that the person he had just killed wasn't the enemy's main general. Perhaps the one in front of him now was.