Chapter 437: Damn It, Kill Our Way Back

"Your general is dead! Surrender and you shall be spared!"

Cheng Feng held Han Lei's blood-drenched head high; under the sunlight, that ferocious face looked exceptionally terrifying.

The members of the Hong Sect were filled with soaring morale, shouting in unison: "Surrender and you shall be spared! Surrender and you shall be spared!"

The shouts echoed across the battlefield like rolling thunder, causing the eardrums of the Red Lotus Rebel Army to ache and their morale to instantly plummet to the bottom.

Those Red Lotus Rebel Army soldiers who had originally harbored hopes of survival and attempted to resist now saw their general's head fall to the ground, and their mental defenses completely collapsed.

The weapons in their hands dropped one after another, their legs went weak, and they involuntarily knelt to the ground, muttering: "We surrender, we surrender..."

However, Han Lei's personal guards still rushed toward Cheng Feng like mad dogs, regardless of everything.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they let out beast-like roars, as if they did not know what pain or death were.

The leading captain of the personal guards held twin blades, his figure moving like lightning as he slashed fiercely at Cheng Feng's throat, his stance suggesting he would tear him to pieces—he was also a Martial Artist who had successfully refined his blood.

Cheng Feng let out a cold snort, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. He circulated the Bronze Statue Technique, his skin instantly becoming as hard as bronze and iron, while he swung his long blade, a sharp blade-Qi sweeping toward the captain.

The captain of the personal guards was startled and hurriedly brandished his twin blades to block, but a loud "Clang!" rang out; the twin blades were knocked out of his hands, and the webs between his thumbs and forefingers were torn and bleeding.

Before he could react, Cheng Feng had already pressed forward, his long blade stabbing toward his chest like lightning.

The captain widened his eyes, wanting to dodge but it was already too late; the long blade instantly pierced his chest, blood sprayed out, and he slowly collapsed with eyes full of unwillingness.

Seeing their captain killed, the other personal guards did not retreat; instead, they swarmed over even more crazily.

The main general is dead, why keep the personal guards?

They surrounded Cheng Feng tightly, and various weapons rained down upon him.

Cheng Feng was not afraid in the slightest, his figure weaving through the crowd like a ghost, his long blade flying up and down, every swing accompanied by splashing blood.

A personal guard launched a sneak attack from behind; Cheng Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, dodging to the side while stabbing his long blade backward, striking the opponent's heart.

Another personal guard slashed from the side; he kicked out, sending the man flying and knocking down several others.

Seeing Cheng Feng surrounded by the personal guards, Wei Zhuang was extremely anxious and shouted: "Men, charge! Help Brother Cheng break the siege!" With that, he led the Hong Sect disciples and rushed over.

Those Henglian Hall disciples who had consumed Flood Dragon Meat and undergone mutations were even more valiant, like human tanks, charging directly into the ranks of the personal guards, where the personal guards were sent flying upon impact.

Under the combined attack of the Hong Sect members, Han Lei's personal guards gradually could not hold on. Their attacks became increasingly weak, their numbers dwindled, and in the end, only a few remained putting up a desperate struggle, but it was all in vain.

Cheng Feng stepped forward and cut them down to the ground with a few slashes.

At this point, the Red Lotus Rebel Army completely lost the ability to resist.

They dropped their weapons one after another and knelt to surrender; some quick-witted ones had prepared to flee the moment Han Lei fell, and even though the supervising team behind them killed wantonly, they could not stop the flight of some soldiers.

Morale collapsed like Mount Tai crumbling.

Of the rebel army that came to attack this time, some fled and some surrendered.

Looking at the rows of surrendering rebel soldiers before him, Cheng Feng felt no great joy in his heart.

Although this battle was won, the struggle against the Red Lotus Sect was far from over.

Those who can break through in battle are definitely important figures in their eyes.

Cheng Feng turned to Wei Zhuang and said: "Brother Wei, arrange for the brothers to clean up the battlefield, collect the weapons, and keep the surrendering rebel soldiers under guard. Let's go back and discuss properly how to deal with the Red Lotus Sect's retaliation."

Wei Zhuang nodded: "Rest assured, Brother Cheng, I will go make the arrangements." Having said that, he led the Hong Sect disciples to get busy.

"But, to be bullied like this, I cannot swallow this anger."

Cheng Feng looked into the distance, pondering secretly in his heart. The Red Lotus Sect had suffered a great loss this time and would certainly not let it go; they would surely find ways to retaliate, and the days ahead would likely not be peaceful.

But looking at the Henglian Hall disciples rampaging on the battlefield,

and the Hong Sect members whose morale was now usable,

Cheng Feng had a bold idea.

If it really comes to it, then...

Collect the weapons and armor from the battlefield and match them one by one to the disciples who fought.

Based on the number of captives, there are now nearly three thousand people waiting to be reorganized.

More than four thousand died on the battlefield.

The rest ran back.

At this point, a skirmish of the Hong Sect came to an end.

As the victors, the Hong Sect disciples were full of joy.

And Cheng Feng had a discussion with Wei Zhuang.

Big matters require small meetings.

Such major decisions naturally must be decided by the leader.

Listening to Cheng Feng's idea,

Wei Zhuang was somewhat surprised: "You want to take this opportunity to counterattack the county town?"

Cheng Feng's expression was calm: "The morale is usable, the spirit is commendable. Don't forget, I still have Da Hei!

Da Hei's size will definitely have no problem smashing open the city gates.

If we take advantage of the night, the Mechanical Dog following the attack will definitely be able to open up the situation."

Wei Zhuang, who had read many military treatises, felt it was highly feasible.

"What if the enemy has a True Qi Realm Martial Artist?"

"Then we run. If it really doesn't work, we abandon everything here and head straight for Lianshan Prefecture. That way, we can also be considered righteous men who repaid the nation's grace.

When the time comes, taking the official path and getting someone to recommend us is also a way."

Wei Zhuang frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then nodded slowly: "Although this plan is risky, it also hides a turning point. Now that the Red Lotus Sect has just been defeated and their morale is low, if we can catch them off guard, we might really be able to take the county town in one fell swoop.

Our advantage is that we have many Martial Artists.

But if we really encounter a hidden True Qi Realm expert, our retreat plan must be thorough."

Cheng Feng's gaze was firm as he patted Wei Zhuang on the shoulder: "Rest assured, Brother Wei, life comes first, I know."

"Then let's do it."

Wei Zhuang waved his large hand and said, "Pass on my order: all Hong Sect leaders assemble!"

After some analysis and confirming the distribution of benefits, the leaders slapped the tables and stood up.

"Damn it, let's kill our way back."

The members of the Hong Sect assembled quickly, and Wei Zhuang stood in front of the ranks, saying loudly, "Brothers, the Red Lotus Sect has committed countless evils; now we have the chance to avenge the common people they have harmed. Does everyone have the confidence?"

"Yes!" the Hong Sect members shouted in unison, their voices making the earth tremble slightly.

It was also mixed with, "Damn it, let's do it."

The elders and fellow villagers were besieged and suffering at the hands of the rebels.

Who wouldn't want to go and lend a hand?

Wei Zhuang nodded with satisfaction and continued, "For this operation, we will divide into three teams. The disciples of Henglian Hall will be the vanguard, led by me and Brother Cheng, responsible for ramming open the city gates and breaking the stalemate;

The second team will be composed of experienced veteran disciples, following closely behind the vanguard, responsible for clearing out the enemy troops near the city gates;

The third team will be responsible for providing support during the charge, expanding the results of the battle, and preventing an enemy counterattack. Is everyone clear?"

"Clear!" the crowd responded in unison.