Chapter 665

This is a troop of Qiang soldiers that Chen Wuji has seen, with the strongest resilience.

In less than two quarters of an hour, they had less than half their forces left; the situation had become being pressed to the ground and beaten by Chen Wuji's central army, yet nobody surrendered or retreated, still desperately charging forward fearless of death.

"Tell them, if they surrender I'll leave them a way to live!" Chen Wuji fiercely flicked his horizontal knife, throwing off the blood beads rolling on the blade's edge, then turned and shouted at Chen Wuyi.

"Yes!"

Chen Wuyi shouted out Chen Wuji's order at the top of his lungs.

Do not kill those who surrender!

While the troops vigorously waved their weapons, they shouted at the top of their lungs.

Do not kill those who surrender, let the laborers surrender!

Feng Linchuan blasted a Qiang person's head apart with a single punch, roaring ferociously.

However, for this subordinate of his, surrender is hopeless.

The Qiang people's ambush position was excellent, and they indeed achieved the effect of surprise.

They intended to first create a wave of chaos with an arrow rain, then have the main army charge the formation.

But they clearly underestimated the combat strength of Chen Wuji's direct-line central army.

This is a troop that has followed Chen Wuji all the way from the melee.

Moreover, it is a troop where more than half are armored.

Although the battlefield situation is very complex, various situations can occur at any time on the battlefield.

Yet when the armored old veterans who are skilled in battle face the equally skilled Qiang people, who gains the advantage is a simple arithmetic question.

If you chop me with a knife, it only leaves a mark on my armor, but if I chop you with a knife, it can take your life.

Since ancient times, the Zhongyuan civilization has prevailed through battle formation tactics and the advantage of weapons and armor, while nomadic peoples have prevailed through horse archery and pure ferocity.

Chen Wuji strode across the chaotic battlefield, constantly waving his horizontal knife.

Around him, the Personal Guard formed a wall that looked somewhat scattered but was in fact nearly impenetrable, clearing the enemies around Chen Wuji.

If Chen Wuji's direction were not constantly changing, always running around, he would have absolutely no chance to act, and the enemy could never reach him.

The slogan "Do not kill those who surrender" was still being shouted deafeningly.

Yet not a single Qiang person surrendered.

Chen Wuji also guessed the approximate reason.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be that in the Qiang people's eyes, he no longer has any trustworthiness.

The capital mound was too tall and too large, stirring up the Qiang people's hatred toward him and causing them to lose all trust in him. These people surely fear that Chen Wuji will again play a double-cross, turning them into another capital mound, so they would rather fight to the death than surrender.

"Forget it, stop shouting, let the soldiers conserve their strength and wipe out these bandits!" Chen Wuji ordered.

Given this situation, it would be better to use our strength on the knife handles and give them a few more cuts.

With Chen Wuji's command, the shouting ceased instantly; on the chaotic battlefield only frequent curses and battle cries remained, while painful shouts and groans were insignificant.

The central army's soldiers are fine in every way, except they swear too much in battle.

Moreover, their creativity is very good.

They are always able to create situationally appropriate profanity.

For example, right now they ingeniously linked sneak attacks with the Qiang people's parents, believing that these Qiang people's fathers had once sneak-attacked their mothers, and though the assault failed, it resulted in these Qiang soldiers.

Feng Linchuan's performance remained extremely stable, like a killing god, charging left and right through the Qiang army formation as if entering an uninhabited realm, his fists waved until they turned blood-red.

Chen Wuji finally could understand the feeling of Cao Laoban seeing Zhao Yun on the Yang slope.

It is indeed pleasing to the eye, and indeed makes one covetous.

At this point, Chen Wuji had to count himself fortunate that Feng Linchuan was his deputy commander, so he didn't need to rack his brains like Boss Cao to recruit people.

Chen Wuyi watched Feng Linchuan wreak havoc in all directions there, his eyes flashing with fierce competitive fire.

But glancing at Chen Wuji beside him, he honestly suppressed his urge, guarding Chen Wuji with watchful eyes and attentive ears, clearing the enemies around him.

"If your hands are itching, go ahead—do you see a lack of guards around me?" Chen Wuji said, "Someone as skilled as you, I have a bunch following behind me, especially these twenty-odd who are so bored they're yawning."

Chen Wuji wasn't wrong about them yawning; he had just noticed a Chen Clan Personal Guard member waving his knife while secretly yawning.

For experts like them, there really isn't much room to shine in this situation.

Just the Personal Guard Lìng had the situation around Chen Wuji completely under control.

Chen Wuyi's eyes lit up: "Family Head, am I really going?"

"Go, I also wanted to see who's stronger between you and Feng Linchuan!" Chen Wuji said.

The Qiang people now numbered fewer than a thousand, huddled together, trying to tear a gap out of the northern side to break through.

They were unwilling to surrender and dared not continue attacking.

"Order received!"

Chen Wuyi gave an excited shout, flourished his horizontal knife with a heavy blade flower, held it reversed in his hand, clasped his fist toward Chen Wuji, and rushed forward into the Qiang troops' newly formed battle formation.

At this moment, the situation looked somewhat strange.

Chen Wuji's central army had already successfully set up an encirclement on this small hill; the remaining few hundred Qiang people formed a camp, frantically prying open the northern side of the encirclement, while Chen Wuji and Feng Linchuan each led a small force to stab the Qiang troops in the rear.

The Qiang people's breakout attempt had little effect, but Chen Wuji and Feng Linchuan had already nearly pierced their rear hearts. Thus this stubborn Qiang troop: their rear soldiers were literally risking their lives to give the front a chance to break out of the encirclement.

If it were an ordinary troop, those few hundred would have long since collapsed.

Given the situation of being blocked in front and attacked from behind, not to mention maintaining formation, just being able to keep up their fighting spirit is already highly commendable.

Chen Wuyi brandished his horizontal knife and rushed to Feng Linchuan's side, saying, "Commandant Feng, shall we compare?"

"How to compare?" Feng Linchuan asked in a muffled voice.

He was so focused on fighting that when he suddenly spoke, his voice was deep and muffled, and his gaze was terrifyingly fierce.

Just that glance when he turned his head could make even the most vicious villain shudder.

Just see who can defeat them faster! Chen Wuyi said.

"Good!"

While Feng Lingchuan was speaking, one person snatched a blade bare-handed, and another punch sent a Qiang Person to the Western Paradise; some Qiang People believe in this, so they should be more satisfied with this way of speaking about death.

Chen Wuyi grinned, his eyes shining with excitement.

"Sun scoundrels, your Grandfather Chen has arrived, toughen up!"

"One knife, one knife! Take another strike of my blade!"

Feng Lingchuan turned his head for a glance, and his subordinates' movements suddenly sped up.

His attacks were powerful and heavy, but relatively slow.

But Chen Wuyi was completely the opposite—his knife was so fast it left afterimages.