Chapter Fourteen: The Huge Sound

  "Don't leave, be careful." Ji Shengqin also lifted the curtain and walked out. In times of crisis, people's emotions develop very quickly, and Ji Shengqin's "don't leave" was a natural call.

  "I know." Qian nodded with a faint smile.

  Just as Qian Buli and the princess locked eyes in a brief silence, an untimely voice rang out: "Hmph! You might as well be dead!"

  Everyone's astonished gaze converged on one person, who was staring at Ke Li with wide eyes, her hands covering her mouth, and a mortified expression. She was more shocked than anyone else. How could this be... how could it have been said out loud?

  "Ke Li!!" Ji Sheng Qing's face sank.

  "Oh..." Ke Li saw that the princess, who had always doted on her, was really angry and couldn't help but retreat backward in fear. Her heel just happened to get stuck under a wooden board, causing her entire body to fall backward with a thud...

  Here is the translation:

  "Here we go again! Qian Buli really didn't understand why every time he saw this little girl, something unexpected would happen. Before the crying started, Qian Buli quickly turned around and shouted loudly: "Kill out!" After shouting, Qian Buli had already led the charge and rushed out."

  Shouts rose up, and the infantrymen who had been lying in ambush rushed out of the houses, surrounding the bewildered Flying Eagle tribe soldiers.

  After garrisoning in Xueyuan City for so many years, these soldiers all have their own relatives and friends. No matter how disappointed they are with the rule of money, at this moment, they have been stimulated by the miserable cries that have risen everywhere, and their eyes have turned red with blood. After seeing the Flying Eagle tribe soldiers running out of civilian houses with their pants up or carrying bloody knives, their anger has reached an extreme point.

  Even the security guards who were disheartened and scattered due to low morale and lack of pay, bravely charged into the front line. They were all worried about their families and had no other choice but to quickly eliminate these bandits in order to ensure their family's safety!

  Bloodshed fills the eastern part of the city, and the western part is no exception.

  Bu Zhan couldn't use his own great axe, but Ren Shuai somehow managed to get a familiar copper rod. The rod's momentum was vast and sweeping, creating a shadowy aura around him that made even the Flying Eagle tribe's soldiers, not to mention Ren Shuai's own guards, afraid to get too close, fearing accidental injury.

  A legendary commander who can take the head of an enemy general as easily as taking something out of a pocket, does not exist in the state of Zhou or even on the entire continent. After just charging through one street, General Ren already had two more arrow wounds on his body. Fortunately, the injuries were not severe. Although his staff techniques were extremely swift and fierce, his position was too far forward, and there would always be places that he couldn't take care of.

  However, Ren Shuai, who was eager for a decisive battle, became more and more courageous. He kicked away his personal guards who were recklessly rushing to hold him, and charged towards the crowded areas.

  Ren Shuai's personal guard had no choice but to select a few skilled archers, climb onto the roof, and use their bows and arrows to cover Ren Shuai. From the rooftop, they could quickly spot threatening archers, but they were also excellent targets. After crossing another long street, Ren Shuai had gained an additional arrow wound, while seven of his guards had fallen.

  Ren Shuai's bravery inspired all the soldiers, and the fierce battle in the west of the city ended much faster than the one in the east.

  Each commander has a different style of leading troops, and the effect of battle and the cost are also different. If it were Qian Buli, he would never let his guards die in vain, as he always appreciates clever tactics. In contrast, the casualty rate of ordinary soldiers under Qian Buli's command would far exceed that of Ren Shuai.

  War is always cruel!

  Lemmin was covered in blood all over his body, leaning against the wall of a dead alley, making a desperate last stand. His guards had been killed long ago, leaving only him alone. Lemmin couldn't remember how many people he had killed, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

  "Who dares to fight me to the death!" Lemin let out a long roar, and in response, more than a dozen spears pierced through the air. Lemin swung the half corpse in his hand to block them, and with a thrust of his right hand, he knocked down a soldier from Snowy City.

  "You southerners are all cowards!" Lermi shouted again, the warriors on the grassland were not afraid of death, what he needed was someone with weight to accompany him in burial, this was the reason for Lermi's provocation.

  "Move aside, let me see who has such an unpleasant voice." A bland voice echoed from behind the crowd.

  The soldiers of Xueyuan City made way for him, and Qian Buli walked in slowly.

  Lermi observed carefully, the newcomer was very young, wearing a light yellow robe that only nobles could wear: "Do you dare to fight me to the death?" Lermi roared again.

  "What are you shouting?" Qian Buli looked up and down at Le Min, "Are you the commander of a thousand men?" During this time, Qian Buli had learned about the military organization of various countries. From the messages coming back and forth, it seemed that there was only one battalion in the city.

  "Not... not bad!" Lemin felt his throat congested, and the heroic spirit that had been suppressed was now surging back. Logically speaking, in a duel between two brave warriors, he should have responded with an equally stirring voice: "Do you dare or not?" Seeing that the soldiers of Snowy City did not intend to intervene, Lemin casually discarded the half-corpse, grasped his spear gun with both hands, and glared at Qian Buli with a pair of wolf-like eyes.

  "Have you ever seen heavenly wrath?" Qian Buli smiled lightly: "Come on!"

  Lemmin slowly rotated the spear in his hand, freeing one hand to grab the dagger at his waist. He could sense that the young man in front of him must have a very high status, but as for his actual strength, Lemmin had no way of guessing, because his opponent was simply too calm.

  One step, two steps, Lermin charged forward, he had confidence in himself. Even if the opponent's strength was far above his own, he could use a desperate method to make the opponent pay a heavy price. Tianwei? Scaring little kids is okay, but trying to scare the brave warriors of the grasslands is just a dream!

  Just as Lemin was about to thrust with all his might, a loud crash was heard and Lemin's skull was blown off by an enormous force, blood gushing out like a fountain, staining the wall behind him red.

  The sudden loud noise scared the soldiers of Snowy City, and several soldiers standing in front threw their spears to the ground. Ren Shuai, who came to reinforce, looked at Qian Buli's back with a complex gaze: "Tian Wei..." With his arrogance, he didn't even see clearly what method Qian Buli was using to kill people, which was quite a blow to Ren Shuai.