Chapter 92: Capturing Wu Peng Alive

"General, thirty miles ahead is the main camp of the Wuji Tribe!"

"According to observations, there are nearly 150,000 troops in their main camp, though a portion of them are just ordinary herdsmen!"

Chu Feng sat on his horse, listening to the report from the scout, and smiled slightly.

"Heh, it seems the Wuji Tribe is at the end of its rope, having even dragged out ordinary herdsmen! Pass on my order: the army is to quicken its pace, strike in one breath, and annihilate the Wuji Tribe!"

"Yes, General!"

The order was gradually passed down.

The soldiers of the entire army were high in spirits.

After trekking for so long, they had finally encountered this bunch of damned Turkic people.

In this battle, they must annihilate them all and reclaim the homeland they had once lost.

The Wuji Tribe.

Wu Peng had already led his great army to stand in battle formation.

The old, the weak, the women, and the children in the tribe had already been moved away in advance.

They remained behind to buy time for the people of these tribes.

Originally, he had fewer than 100,000 troops in his hands, but some herdsmen, in order to protect their homes, volunteered to stay and stand or fall with Wu Peng.

Wu Peng was deeply moved.

The troops under his command soon expanded to a massive 150,000.

"The Zhaha Tribe, the Kuiqu Tribe, and the Wuxu Tribe—where have their men reached?"

"Reporting to the Great King, ever since we sent them the message a few days ago, they have immediately dispatched troops, but the speed at which their armies are traveling is very slow; I fear it will take another day before they arrive!"

"What, another day!"

Wu Peng was greatly shocked.

A whole day.

By the time they arrived, the opportunity would have long since passed.

However, Wu Peng had also seen through it.

These fellows were clearly intending to let him exhaust himself against the Great Wei soldiers first.

Then they would come over to reap the ready-made rewards.

In this way, they could obtain the greatest return for the smallest cost.

"Good, good, good!"

"These sons of bitches are all a bunch of spineless cowards who would eat people without spitting out the bones!"

Wu Peng cursed loudly.

He no longer pinned his hopes on the help of others.

If you rely on mountains, they crumble; if you rely on people, they run.

To protect one's own home, one must rely on oneself!

"Brothers, the Great Wei army is pressing down on our borders, wanting to forcibly seize our habitat—are you willing?"

"We are not!"

The 100,000-plus army replied in unison.

Their morale was high, and their eyes were filled with killing intent.

This was the land they relied on for survival; it was their home.

For their home, they were willing to shed their very last drop of blood.

"Good, truly worthy of being my Turkic warriors, the pride of the grasslands!"

Wu Peng drew his blade, "Brothers, join me in eliminating these invaders and protecting our home!"

"Eliminate the invaders, protect our home!"

"Eliminate the invaders, protect our home!"

"Eliminate the invaders, protect our home!"

"Brothers, follow me and charge!"

Wu Peng took the lead.

Behind him, the 100,000-plus Wuji Tribe soldiers followed closely.

Looking down from the sky.

Their 100,000-plus army was like a vast ocean, rushing straight toward the hard reef that was the Anwu Army.

"Brothers, the time has come to perform meritorious deeds, reclaim our lost territory, and leave our names in history!"

Chu Feng also drew his blade, "This was once our homeland, and now it is time to let it return to our embrace!"

"Everyone, follow me to kill the Turkic people and reclaim our homeland!"

"Kill the Turkic people, reclaim our homeland!"

"Kill the Turkic people, reclaim our homeland!"

"Kill the Turkic people, reclaim our homeland!"

"Brothers, follow me in the charge!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The soldiers on both sides had stoked their fury to the limit.

One side was doing it to protect the land they currently relied on for survival.

The other side was doing it to reclaim the homeland they once had.

This place was once the territory of their Anwu Army, but due to domestic turmoil, it was seized by the Turkic people while they were distracted.

Now, they have already stabilized the situation within their own country.

It is time to find these bandits and demand repayment for the blood debt.

"You Turkic dog spawn, the great blade in your grandfather's hand has been starving and impatient!"

Hong Ji led the Iron Pagoda in the vanguard charge.

The cold gleam of the great blade in his hand was fierce.

Last time, due to an accident, he could not let his blade taste enough blood; today, he is determined to slaughter them until not a soul remains.

Boom!

Thud!

Boom!

Thud!

The collision between the two sides was like the waves of a vast ocean crashing against the shore.

The splashing seawater instantly soaked a large stretch of the beachhead.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Facing the head-on charge of the Iron Pagoda.

The Turkic cavalry, who prided themselves on their prowess, were simply unable to withstand a single blow before them.

In just one encounter, they were shattered to pieces by the Iron Pagoda.

Zhou Yunsong and Qiu Ming seized the opportunity to lead the Light Cavalry in a pincer movement from both flanks, continuously reaping the Turkic cavalry scattered by the Iron Pagoda.

Following them were the troops of Tang Kai and Wu Jiang.

They also engaged in a fierce struggle with the Turkic soldiers.

Both sides were locked in an inextricable battle.

Wu Jiang and Tang Kai relied on their soldiers being well-trained and well-equipped.

Meanwhile, the Turkic forces relied on their absolute numerical advantage to fight the Anwu Army to the death.

At the same time.

A unit of Turkic cavalry charged straight toward Chu Feng's rear guard.

They had a sufficient numerical advantage on their side, so naturally, they could carry out a full-scale strike against the Anwu Army.

"Damn it all, it's finally my turn to perform!"

"Modao Team, prepare!"

Guangling shouted loudly.

Three thousand members of the Modao Team were instantly ready.

Every one of them was a strong and sturdy man, wearing Heavy Armor and holding a Modao.

Their presence was like a solid city wall, firmly protecting the auxiliary troops and reserve soldiers behind them.

"Ready!"

"Kill!"

Swish!

The Modao blades were drawn in unison.

In an instant.

Screams echoed throughout the entire world.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

The screams of soldiers and the wails of warhorses resounded across the entire battlefield.

Yet even so, the fighting never ceased.

Everyone was fighting for their own honor and their own homeland.

These nearly two hundred thousand people had completely lost their minds in the slaughter.

"You dog bastards, take a taste of your grandfather's whip!"

Clad in specially made heavy armor, holding two hundred-pound heavy whips.

Xiong Tai's appearance was like a giant humanoid Gundam.

Wherever he passed, countless Turkic soldiers died miserably one after another.

Any soldier who crossed him was left without a single intact corpse.

During this period.

Chu Feng had poured countless resources into Xiong Tai.

His strength and power had grown visibly.

Although he had only just broken through to the Postnatal realm, his terrifying power made even Innate experts feel ashamed.

"Anwu Army, victory is certain!"

Covered in blood, Xiong Tai held a flag in one hand and a whip in the other.

He was followed by a special squad, and under his leadership, they moved as if through uninhabited territory.

"Damn it, these damned fellows, how are they so strong!"

Wu Peng was completely dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had personally faced such a formidable opponent.

Fifteen thousand against over twenty thousand, and yet the other side still held the upper hand.

His own side was retreating steadily, clearly on the verge of collapse.

"Great King, this unit is truly too formidable; we are about to be unable to hold on!"

"Have the people of the tribe all evacuated?"

"They have all evacuated, Great King; let us retreat quickly as well!"

"As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood; the entire army, retreat!"

Wu Peng also knew when to quit while he was ahead.

He was unwilling to lose all of his military strength here.

Since he had already bought time for the tribe's evacuation.

Then naturally, there was no need for him to do thankless work for others.

"Want to run!"

Chu Feng swept away a group of strong enemies with a single move.

He instantly locked onto Wu Peng in the crowd.

No way!

As the king of the Wuji Tribe, this fellow was simply too conspicuous.

Bang!

Chu Feng leaped into the air and flew straight toward Wu Peng.

"Wu Peng, do not run! Your father and your son are calling for you in the underworld!"

"Damn it!"

Wu Peng could no longer care about anything else.

He brought out all his abilities and used them entirely on fleeing.

Unfortunately, he was only a Grandmaster Great Perfection Martial Artist, and compared to Chu Feng, he was truly too weak.

In just a few breaths of time.

Chu Feng captured the rapidly fleeing Wu Peng alive.

The Turkic soldiers saw their own Great King being captured alive.

Their morale was instantly affected to a great degree.

They completely lost the mood to continue fighting.

In an instant.

The Turkic forces were routed like a collapsing mountain.

The Anwu Army took advantage of the momentum to slaughter them, crushing the Turkic soldiers.

The Turkic soldiers were either dead or wounded.

Many more directly raised both hands to signal surrender.

"Spare my life, spare my life, General, spare my life!"

Wu Peng hurriedly begged Chu Feng for mercy.

Although he had the feud of a murdered father and son with the other party, it is better to live in disgrace than to die.

"Tell me, where is the head of General Cheng Liao?"

"It is right where my father was in seclusion!"

"Take me there!"

"Yes!"

Wu Peng dared not say more.

He immediately led Chu Feng to his father's place of seclusion.

Which was the stone house he had gone to before.

Arriving close by.

Chu Feng kicked open the stone door, and what met his eyes was a very simple room decoration.

Aside from a bed, there remained only a table and a few chairs.

And in the center of the table sat a wine vessel made from a human skull.