Chapter 1235: First Volume, Chapter 1235: Qin Feng

First Volume, Chapter 1235: Qin Feng's Head

The situation grew increasingly dire; more and more Black Guards fell, no matter how elite or valiant they were, two fists could not fend off four legs.

As more enemy reinforcements arrived, all manner of breakthrough weapons were sent to the front lines.

The heavy armor worn by the Black Riders could no longer effectively resist the enemy's great axes or wolf tooth clubs.

The only remaining advantage the Black Riders had now was their individual combat effectiveness, and they must consume as many enemies as possible.

Because the enemy lacked armor, even those wielding breakthrough weapons had to pay a tremendous cost in casualties to kill a Black Rider.

Half a Envoy later, only two hundred or so Black Riders remained around Qin Feng.

Xu Mo's bodyguards had been wiped out entirely.

Qin Feng and Xu Mo, these two high-ranking figures, now stood at the very front.

Qin Feng, relying on his heavy armor and the weapon in his hand, continuously fought against the enemy.

Just then, a chorus of roars erupted from within the enemy ranks.

"Qin Feng is right before us!"

"Hahaha, comrades, we've trapped the King of the Northern Border, Qin Feng, and the County Commander of Beixi, Xu Mo, right here—they can't escape!"

"What?! Qin Feng? Is that true?"

"Damn it, no wonder our superiors suddenly ordered us to swarm these armored foes—we've caught a big fish!"

"Kill Qin Feng, earn glory and merit!"

"Don't fight me for it—Qin Feng's head is mine! Hahaha! Once I take his head, promotion and nobility are guaranteed!"

"Promotion and nobility? This feat alone ensures food and clothing security for your next life, and the one after that!"

The surrounding enemies, already buoyed by their numerical superiority and high morale, now surged with renewed fervor.

Upon learning Qin Feng stood before them, the enemy forces instantly erupted into frenzy.

After all, Qin Feng's status was simply too high—he was not only the King of the Northern Border, but also the Commander of this Southern Campaign.

Whether dead or captured, Qin Feng's fate would bring the Southern Campaign to a definitive end.

Worse still!

The Nan Jing could use Qin Feng's head as leverage to force the Northern Border to endlessly pay reparations in materials and funds.

In short, Qin Feng's head was better than ten thousand troops.

Anyone—even the lowest-ranking soldier—could instantly rise to prominence, becoming a revered noble, if they killed or captured Qin Feng.

As the saying goes: under heavy reward, brave men emerge. More and more Nan Jing soldiers launched suicidal attacks against Qin Feng, each convinced he was the one destined to kill Qin Feng and achieve greatness.

Alas, wishful thinking was still just wishful thinking—it would inevitably be shattered by cruel reality.

Qin Feng, clad in heavy armor and tightly packed among the Black Riders, was nearly impossible to kill even at point-blank range.

Moreover, the surrounding Black Riders instinctively shielded Qin Feng from attacks.

Unless every single Black Rider was slaughtered, killing Qin Feng was nothing but a fool's dream.

Yet under the relentless, wave-like assaults of the enemy, the Black Riders' casualties accelerated.

Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot; since joining the military, he had never fought such a brutal battle—not even when surrounded by the Northern Di army on Daqingshan, where he had used terrain to wage asymmetric warfare.

This direct, hand-to-hand melee was a true test of combat will.

Qin Feng was drenched in sweat, his arms aching unbearably; every swing of his long-handled greatsword felt as if his arms would snap.

If Qin Feng suffered this, the surrounding Black Riders were even more gasping for breath.

"Your Majesty! Fall back to the center—the enemy must step over our corpses to reach you!"

"That's right! Even if we offer our necks, they'll still need time!"

"To fight beside Your Majesty, we die without regret!"

Hearing the furious roars of the surrounding Black Riders, Qin Feng felt a wave of despair.

If he had remained in the rear commanding the army, even in defeat, he could have easily retreated—after all, as long as the green hills remain, firewood will never run out; once back in Beixi County, who could touch Qin Feng?

But Qin Feng did the opposite—he charged to the front line, solely for the sake of one "comrade."

To stand idly by while Xu Mo was in mortal peril would make Qin Feng no longer the Qin Feng everyone knew.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, Qin Feng swung his greatsword and slashed directly into the shoulder of the enemy before him.

The man wore only half-armor, lacking even pauldrons; faced with this powerful blow, he could offer no effective defense.

The slash nearly cleaved him in two.

Qin Feng yanked his sword free and slammed it hard into the ground beside his feet, gasping for breath.

"Damn it!"

"There are too many enemies—holding this position only means waiting to die."

Qin Feng's entire body was drenched in blood; hot blood continuously dripped from his helmet.

Even his face was caked in blood, making everything he saw appear red.

Huh-huh…

Qin Feng panted heavily, his legs feeling as heavy as a thousand jin; yet in this near-exhausted, desperate state, a bold idea surfaced in his mind.

"Comrades! Follow me—charge out!"

At this moment, only two hundred men remained around Qin Feng, all utterly exhausted; standing in tight formation, they could still hold their ground for a while.

But if they launched an offensive action, even taking a single step would be excruciatingly difficult.

This was the drawback of heavy armor: prolonged combat drained stamina catastrophically, and once exhausted, they became nothing but iron pots, helpless before the enemy's onslaught.

Hearing Qin Feng's roar, every Black Rider froze in shock.

Even Xu Mo could hardly believe his ears—after all this, they were still going to charge out?

"Your Majesty, the enemy numbers five or six thousand!"

"So dense, like an ocean."

"Our brothers are nearly spent—how can we break out?"

Qin Feng spat fiercely onto the ground, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the enemy before him like a tiger.

"Though twenty times our number, what is there to fear?"

"I shall go myself!"

No sooner had the words left his lips than Qin Feng, relying on his Heavy Armor, lunged forward a step, breaking from the tight formation of the Black Riders and plunging directly into the dense tide of enemies.

Swords and blades clattered against Qin Feng's body.

As long as they lack a Breakthrough Weapon, they cannot harm Qin Feng!

In Qin Feng's hand, his great blade swung down overhead, cleaving the enemy before him cleanly in two.

Scalding blood gushed forth, accompanied by Qin Feng's deafening roar.

"Beijin Qin Feng stands here! Let any who seek my head come forward!"