A Caesarian soldier yawned and emerged from his tent, stretching his arms wide.

  He was no longer young, at least over forty years old. What's more surprising is that he had an oriental face.

  Yawn, lift head and squint at the red glow in front, time to get back to work.

  Last night, General Bancroft led most of the fighters out of the camp, although he didn't know where they were going or what they would do, but based on past experience, he knew that a big battle was about to break out.

  If it were in the past, this would have nothing to do with him, and he would only be overjoyed in his heart, because he was just a fireman.

  But today, his heart was in disarray.

  For this time, Bancroft was attacking the Great Khan, the first empire of the East and his own country.

  As he walked, he thought that Bancroft's reputation was not exaggerated. He had real talent and actual learning, which were entirely the result of his military achievements. Moreover, his methods were so cruel that they made people feel indignant.

  So this time, what kind of disaster will our own country suffer again?

  Suddenly he stopped in his tracks and listened intently with his ear cocked to one side.

  Having followed the army for decades, although there is no remarkable achievement, but has unknowingly cultivated a good ear.

  He seemed to have heard someone humming a low, suppressed voice, apparently holding back extreme pain. He quickly ducked down and hid behind the side of the tent next door, carefully poking out his head.

  By the faint light of the fire, he caught a glimpse of a pair of feet quickly withdrawing into the shadow of the tent. His heart racing, these feet were lying flat, and had been dragged inside.

  He immediately understood what had just happened.

  His back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, his eyes rolled around, but he never made a sound, and after a moment, he quietly slipped away.

  "Enemy..."

  A scream of extreme terror had hardly begun to spread when his throat was effortlessly torn open.

  However, his voice still startled those prepared Caesarians.

  Tonight is the final battle, all the fighting members have no sleep. Even the thousands of brave men who were ordered to guard here had no sleep.

  They donned their clothes and armor, making ready for any change at a moment's notice.

  Suddenly, they heard an unexpected cry, and their already tense hearts tightened up at once.

  One by one, the knights emerged from their tents, raised their eyes and looked out. The camp in front of them was pitch black, with no warning signs to be seen. However, within that boundless expanse of darkness, there was a faint rustling sound, which grew louder and louder.

  "Enemy attack..."

  The old soldiers' faces changed at the same time, and they shouted loudly.

  "Hold the gate, hold the gate..." A majestic voice rose up in the crowd.

  As if awakened from a dream, the Caesarian soldiers drew their swords and ran towards the camp gate.

  However, as they approached the gate of the camp, what greeted them was a hail of deadly flying knives.

  The person wielding the flying knife had extremely accurate techniques, aiming for either the brow or the throat. Nearly a hundred silver glints tore through the dark night sky, piercing the enemy's vital spots.

  Under the sudden and unexpected attack, Caesar's men fell to the ground in neat rows, but their reinforcements trampled over their corpses without hesitation.

  The special forces who had just launched a round of flying knife attacks reluctantly dispersed, the flying knives were good, but the distance was too short after all, if they were really entangled by the Caesars, even the best martial arts would be useless.

  Just as the Caesarians were about to arrive at the gate, a brilliant light flashed across, and even in this dark night, it was dazzling.

  The man in front of Caesar suddenly fell backward as if something had heavily grasped him and pulled him back.

  In mid-air, his back burst open with a large hole the size of a bowl, and a cold arrow shot out from it, passing through the body of a soldier behind him, pinning the third person firmly to the ground.

  Everyone fixed their eyes on it, under the illumination of the flames, a carved feather arrow was still trembling non-stop.

  The arrow's power was so great that it killed three people at once.

  Innumerable flashes tore across the sky under the illumination of the pillar of fire, leaving behind a trail of clear and visible marks in mid-air.

  A hundred meters in front of the main camp gate has become a forbidden area, anyone who enters will be killed.

  "Zhebie..."

  The special forces members who were staying ahead were silently shouting in their hearts, they had all seen Zhebie's arrows before. But when the Sky Bow really vented on the enemy, only then did they truly feel the horror of Zhebie.

  They were still like this, and the people of Caesar who had just seen the divine arrow were really stunned.

  Zhebie's great name has long been known throughout the world. However, hearing about it and seeing it with one's own eyes are two vastly different feelings.

  The rustling sound grew louder, and the army of 10,000 men led by Liu Junshu was approaching the camp of the Caesarians. At this range, it was simply a joke for so many people to try to conceal their tracks.

  Moreover, a murmur of voices came from the camp, and it goes without saying that their own troops' movements had been leaked. Liu Junshu was well-versed in military law, and at this point, the order he gave was to advance at full speed, with no more hesitation.

  At the moment when Che Bi's divine arrow finally stopped, all the Caesars were pale-faced and staring in the direction of the arrow. Not a single person dared to take another step forward.

  Outside the camp, a sea of people is approaching, their speed is fast, but they still maintain a relatively stable formation.

  The city guards of Wulong City are after all just new troops and cannot be compared to those veteran soldiers who have been fighting for many years, so team spirit is becoming more and more important.

  Fortunately, these people are all considered to be Haifeng Xu's personal soldiers. All the junior and intermediate generals in the army have studied at the military school controlled by Haifeng Xu.

  After systematic training, their performance far exceeded that of ordinary new recruits and the troops they led had a certain combat effectiveness.

  Today, under Liu Junshu's leadership, it was their first battle.

  "Boom..."

  With the crash of the camp gate, countless city guards formed a dense formation and walked in under Caesar's astonished gaze.

  "Kill..."

  It is unknown which side fired the first shot, but in any case, the soldiers of both sides began a fierce hand-to-hand combat in the next moment.

  The Caesarians were tall and strong, their power far exceeded that of the city guards, more importantly, they were all seasoned veterans. So, although they had only a little over three thousand combatants, they still launched a fearless attack against the tens of thousands of city guards.

  Faced with the Caesar men who were as fierce as wolves and tigers, the city guards had a slight fluctuation, which was an instinctive fear of war.

  "Soldiers listen up! For every enemy killed, you will be rewarded with 10 taels of silver. If you behead an enemy commander, you will be promoted three ranks. But if you retreat without permission, you will be executed without pardon, and your entire family will be put to death..."

  A loud roar came from Liu Jun's mouth. This normally gentle and elegant young general was now furious, with a fierce look in his eyes and a murderous aura on his face.

  By his side, a group of military officers dressed in black raised the crossbows in their hands. If anyone dared to flee in fear, they would be met with a hail of arrows piercing their hearts.

  The Han men of the city guard gritted their teeth, picked up their weapons, and with no way to retreat, they could only charge forward bravely.

  The two armies clashed heavily in the camp, stirring up countless sparks and deafening shouts of killing.

  One side had the advantage of numbers, with neat and orderly military formations. The other side was made up of seasoned veterans of the battlefield, employing ruthless tactics. In an instant, they became entangled in a fierce battle, with the entrance to the camp being the focal point. Not a single inch of space remained unoccupied, as countless flashes of swords and knives danced through the air. At any moment, someone would fall heavily to the ground, never to rise again.

  Just as the two armies were locked in a stalemate, a voice like thunder on a clear day came from behind the city's defenders.

  "Get out of here, all of you..."

  As if by imperial decree, the city guards suddenly parted to reveal a radiant thoroughfare, and everyone, disregarding the formidable enemy ahead, instinctively chose to yield first. This unforeseen turn of events threw the entire procession into instant chaos.

  The Caesar commander who was directing from the side was overjoyed, although he did not know why those Chinese people suddenly made such a suicidal move, but that was no longer something he needed to consider.

  All he had to do was seize every opportunity and lead his troops to ultimate victory.

  The Han people's foolish actions gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.

  At the sound of the order, the Caesarian troops poured in and rushed onto the broad thoroughfare hastily vacated by the Han forces. They were about to advance straight ahead, thereby cutting the Han army into two segments.

  However, at this time, changes began again.

  "Hmm..."

  A burst of wind-breaking sound came, and the strong gusts blew people's clothes wildly. Several Caesar men who rushed onto the main road suddenly found that their eyes were darkened, and the flames in front of them were blocked by something.

  They looked up and saw a massive object pressing down on them. The leader of the Caesars, with his extraordinary courage, remained calm in the face of danger and responded to the attack with composure.

  He saw him swing his sword and strike with great force, swift as lightning.

  However, the powerful and speedy slash that was swung down on the object above its head let out a clear and loud "cling" sound.

  This knife seemed to have no effect at all, and that thing did not break in two as he had expected.

  Under his terrified gaze, however, the thing did not stop but continued to press down.

  "Ah..."

  A shrill cry of despair accompanied a deafening crash, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the scene.

  A gigantic bronze lion stood upright in the middle of the road, and under it a dark red bloodstain was slowly spreading out. The Caesarian had been crushed to death.

  Hahaha...

  A deafening burst of maniacal laughter echoed through the air, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

  A tall and unbelievable figure appeared before the Caesarians, with one hand holding a gigantic bronze lion that was almost as large as his body.

  He walked to the side of the copper lion on the main road, stretched out his hand and lifted it up. The thousand-jin boulder that had just crushed people to death was lightly raised by him with one palm.

  "Rabbits, I'm here."

  Qin's great warrior was excited, his whole body trembling. The bronze lion in his hand had not drunk blood for a very, very long time, really too long, so long that it was almost forgotten.

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