Chapter 512

"Kill!"

The biting cold wind constantly scraped across his cheeks, and the cold light in the sky made the black scale silver armor on his body feel increasingly icy. However, Luo An, who was roaring and charging at the front of the battle formation, could not feel the slightest cold at this moment.

The night before last, outside the Milk Tiger Forest, his own shameful performance was still fresh in his memory. If it were just losing some face, it would be nothing, but the key was that they caused the death of the commander's wife, Han Yue, and almost implicated the Second Prince in being abducted.

He was not stupid. After the Milk Tiger Forest incident happened, he only thought about it carefully, and he immediately realized what had happened. That night, the Lady had long since made foolproof protective measures for the Second Prince. If they hadn't been stupid and all crowded onto the top of the carriage at the same time, the other side would never have had the chance to approach the Second Prince.

In other words, the Long Jinwei helped with the wrong thing that night.

If they hadn't helped with the wrong thing, the lady-in-waiting of the Picking Stars Hall, Commander Tie Xinchuan's wife, Han Yue, could never have died.

The key was Tie Xinchuan's reaction afterward, which made him feel even worse. Having caused such a big disaster and caused Han Yue's death, even if Tie Xinchuan had slashed him a few times, he would have felt better in his heart. But he did nothing and said nothing.

Not even a single word of blame.

The more this was the case, the more guilty Luo An felt in his heart.

For the past two days, Luo An had been trapped in deep self-blame and guilt. This emotion made him feel ashamed to the extreme. He didn't know what he could do to make it up to Tie Xinchuan. For two whole days, he didn't even dare to look directly into the other's eyes, not even once.

Luo An knew very well that an apology would not have the slightest effect!

That was Tie Xinchuan's wife of only three years of marriage, and the mother of his son Tie Shiyu, who had just turned two. Although it was an unintentional mistake, it was ultimately caused by them. If he apologized, even if Tie Xinchuan accepted it for the sake of face, could he himself be at peace in his heart in the future?

He would definitely have to bear this debt for the rest of his life!

Even bearing it for a lifetime might not be enough to earn Tie Xinchuan's forgiveness.

It was precisely because he recognized this point that Luo An's mood had been extremely heavy and suppressed for the past two days. The guilt and self-blame accumulated in his heart were completely transformed into anger toward Beishuo at the moment the war started.

Killing a few more Beishuo soldiers was probably the only way to make it up to Tie Xinchuan at the moment!

The Frozen Abyss still relies on strength to speak. When two armies fight, the first wave of confrontation is naturally the strongest Xianyang-level experts, followed by the commanders of the Cloud Flood and Long Jinwei armies and the captains of each battalion.

And Luo An was the captain of the Third Battalion of the Long Jinwei.

Whoosh...

Charging to the front of the formation, Luo An had almost no hesitation. Three vertical cloud patterns suddenly appeared on his brow. He raised the long blade in his hand and swung it fiercely at an armored general head-on.

The Xia Army's officers were the first to arrive in the center, and so was the Beishuo army.

The person who came from the Beishuo army was also a battle general wearing silver armor and holding a long sword. Being able to charge at the front of the army formation, he naturally had strength to rely on. Seeing Luo An's blade smashing down fiercely, he had no fear at all. He gripped his sword and swiped horizontally, and while parrying, the side edge suddenly forced toward Luo An's neck.

Chh...

Blade and sword clashed, and sparks flew.

Since the quality of their weapons was about the same, what they were competing in was force.

The long sword in that battle general's hand only swiped horizontally for more than ten centimeters before coming to an abrupt stop under Luo An's pressure. His expression changed suddenly, his eyes turned fierce, he pulled his sword blade away sideways, and used his shoulder to smash fiercely toward Luo An's chest, actually using a "sticking mountain lean" move directly.

"Thousand-forged silver armor, you want to compete with me with this iron-mixed armor of yours?"

The Beishuo army was the elite force of Beishuo Town. Everyone was equipped with hundred-forged silver armor, while the officers in the army were equipped with a higher-level thousand-forged silver armor, whose defensive power was only slightly worse than the thousand-forged Lei Kui gold armor of the Cloud Flood and Dragon Martial armies.

This young general of Great Xia had all parts—helmet, shoulder guards, front guard, back guard, knee guards, upper arms, lower arms, etc. —made of thousand-forged silver, only the main chest armor was black, so he naturally took Luo An's chest armor to be made of iron.

Using a "sticking mountain lean" to strike was clearly something he had premeditated from the beginning.

Clang... Crack...

However, the moment his shoulder hit Luo An's chest armor, this person's expression went blank instantly. Not only was his expression blank, but a huge force came from Luo An's chest armor, and a burst of intense pain immediately came from the bones of his shoulder.

"This..."

"With your 34 mane strength, you want to fight me? Huh? You thought my chest armor was made of iron?"

Luo An, who had taken a "sticking mountain lean," saw the person's expression and instantly guessed his thoughts. He first let out a cold laugh. Seeing the other side trying to retreat and dodge, his expression turned cold and grim. He gripped his blade with both hands, flipped it, circled his body, and finally raised it high, smashing it fiercely toward his right shoulder.

Clang!

"You..."

That Beishuo battle general turned his head to look at his broken shoulder armor, his pupils dilated instantly, and his face was full of horror.

Thousand-forged silver can withstand an impact of up to 50 mane. From the first confrontation with Luo An just now, he could roughly estimate that Luo An's strength was at most around 40 mane. How could he split his shoulder armor in one blow?

Looking at Luo An, his hands gripping the blade were pressing down hard on that battle general, his cold smile remained, and he spat fiercely: "If I didn't hold back some strength on the first strike, would a fool like you have taken my second strike?"

His base strength was already 31 mane. Adding the 30% increase from the Saint Pattern, it exceeded 40 mane. Counting the four-layer martial arts increase, his strength could reach around 53 mane at its peak.

Thousand-forged silver armor is of course strong, but in front of him, it was not enough to look at.

Crack...

This was the battlefield. Once he had the upper hand in a move, how could Luo An easily let this person go? He pressed down with both hands, grinding the blade directly into the other's bones, and then his right leg kicked fiercely onto that person's chest.

Bang...

That enemy general fell backward to the ground, and was stepped on the neck by Luo An, who had bullied his way up, and could no longer move.

"Dog thief, go to hell!"

Luo An gave a fierce shout, his pupils round, and he used both hands to pull out his horizontal blade, stabbing it straight down toward the enemy general's face.

Seeing the horizontal blade stabbing down, the enemy general's cheeks and throat moved simultaneously, clearly having swallowed something.

"Hhh..."

A clear aura suddenly flashed across his face, and then his movements were as fast as lightning. His right hand held his long sword to his face, and actually, just as the blade was an inch away from his face, he forcibly pushed the blade to the right.

Clang...

The blade with 50 mane of huge force, even if it was the side edge, scraped a large piece of flesh off his face.

But at the very least, this strike from Luo An was not fatal.

On the battlefield, as long as one's life is still there, everything is possible!

Chh...

That enemy general had been lying on the ground the whole time. While pushing away the blade, his left hand took out a silver dagger from the position of his leg armor, aimed at the gap between Luo An's waist armor and leg armor, and stabbed fiercely.

Armor can defend against bows, arrows, and normal weapons, but in close-quarters combat, there are always some gaps between the armor, and the protection is not that good.

If this dagger stabs in, it might not kill the enemy, but it could certainly make Luo An injured, or even seriously injured, losing part of his combat effectiveness.

And on the battlefield, being injured is the beginning of sending one's life.

Being seriously injured is equivalent to being killed in action!

That enemy general noticed his dagger penetrating Luo An's skin-membrane, and a trace of excitement flashed in his pupils.