Chapter 1236: First Volume, Chapter 1236: The Brutal Eastern Front

First Volume, Chapter 1236: The Brutal Eastern Front

The sheer aura radiating from Qin Feng alone left the surrounding Enemy Army stunned.

Under Qin Feng's lead, Xu Mo no longer hesitated; he gripped his long spear and charged forward right behind him.

The black cavalry, after exchanging glances, followed one after another in a rush.

"Kill!"

"Our bodies are already pledged to the nation; though the enemy outnumber us twentyfold, we press on!"

"For Prince Qin, charge!"

"Even if we die, we'll take a few of them down with us!"

Xu Mo thrust his long spear forward with all his strength, impaling an Enemy Army soldier who had tried to sneak-attack Qin Feng on the spot.

He stepped forward sharply, pressing tightly against Qin Feng's side, gritted his teeth, and roared.

"To take Prince Qin's head, you must first go through me, Xu Mo!"

"Come on! If you're not afraid of death, step forward—one at a time, I'll kill each one!"

Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, his molars grinding audibly; he gripped the sword hilt tightly, and every swing of his long saber felt as if his arm would snap.

Yet despite this, Qin Feng kept swinging his weapon again and again, slaughtering every enemy who dared block his path.

Even Qin Feng himself didn't know where this strength came from.

His mind held only one conviction: kill as many enemies as possible, eradicate these Rebel Party scum, and ease the burden on Shedynasty.

"Comrades, even if we reach Naihe Bridge, we'll still have each other's company."

"For Shedynasty, what is death?!"

Hearing Qin Feng's cry, Xu Mo and the black cavalry fought with even greater ferocity, abandoning all fear.

After all, if Qin Feng—of his rank and status—could still shed blood for his country, what excuse did these soldiers have?

As Qin Feng and Xu Mo led the remaining black cavalry in a suicidal charge.

On a large tree less than three li from Qin Feng, a Jinyiwei crouched.

After confirming Qin Feng was surrounded, the Jinyiwei flipped off the tree, sprinted two hundred steps in one burst, leapt onto a warhorse hidden in a depression, and galloped northward.

After galloping two li, the Jinyiwei felt the world spin violently and crashed heavily from the horse's back.

Immediately behind him came the sound of a horse neighing!

The Jinyiwei panicked, scrambled to his feet, and drew his saber at once.

The next second, three blades were pressed against his throat, and several long spears extended around him.

"Commandant, we've captured a prisoner!"

The Jinyiwei glared in fury—only then did he realize he had stumbled into a ZhuZhen, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers.

At that moment, a towering, armored warrior, six feet tall, strode forward.

Seeing the man's armor, the Jinyiwei exhaled in relief and shouted: "Which unit are you?!"

Since the Jinyiwei had been operating in civilian attire, the warrior and his soldiers had not recognized his identity.

The warrior barked: "I am Cheng Chu, a guerrilla company commander of the Seventh Battalion under General Xu!"

At this, the Jinyiwei hurriedly explained: "Quickly take the token from my waist!"

"I am a Jinyiwei diplomatic envoy; the token proves my identity."

Hearing this, the soldiers around froze; Cheng Chu frowned, stepped forward, lifted the Jinyiwei's clothing, and indeed found a diplomatic envoy token at his waist.

But Cheng Chu did not release him immediately; he remained sharply alert: "A token alone isn't enough—what if you stole it from a corpse?"

"If you're truly an envoy, you'll know the names of our officers."

"What are the names of the Fifth Battalion's valiant commandant and the Second Battalion's vanguard commandant?"

The envoy didn't hesitate; he blurted out: "Zhang Biao and Lin Chihai!"

Cheng Chu had no further doubt; he immediately ordered the Jinyiwei released.

The Jinyiwei snatched back his token, mounted the warhorse handed to him by a soldier, and as he climbed up, he hissed urgently: "Head south immediately!"

"Five li away, the Enemy Army is surrounding Prince Qin and General Xu—hurry to rescue them!"

At these words, not just Cheng Chu, but every single soldier present froze in shock.

What?!

Prince Qin and General Xu are under enemy siege?!

Isn't Prince Qin supposed to be commanding from outside Gusu City? Why is he here, and why is he trapped?

Before anyone could react, Cheng Chu's roar shattered the silence.

"What the hell are you all standing around for?! Form up and march south to Reinforce the King!"

The soldiers dared not delay; they quickly gathered, formed tight formations, and sprinted toward the South.

"Rapid march!"

"Reach the Battlefield at maximum speed!"

"If Prince Qin or General Xu suffer even a scratch, starting with me, every last one of you will commit suicide to atone!"

Cheng Chu's roar echoed endlessly through the night sky.

Earlier, he had been utterly baffled: the entire Eastern Front Battlefield was in dire peril, all units scattered by the enemy.

Just two hours ago, Cheng Chu and his Seventh Battalion comrades had been surrounded by the Enemy Army.

Just as Cheng Chu was about to collapse, the enemy's assault suddenly weakened.

Only now did Cheng Chu finally understand: Qin Feng had drawn the entire Eastern Front Battlefield's attention—all enemies had turned to besiege Qin Feng.

Qin Feng had shouldered an enormous burden for every unit on the Eastern Front.

"Listen up! Even if you have to force your way through with your heads down, get in there!"

"Everything hinges on rescuing the Prince of Qin."

"If the Prince of Qin dies in battle, not only will this Southern Campaign fail, but the powerful clans of Nan Jing will surely launch a counterattack—when that happens, the entire Shedynasty will be drowned in blood."

Even as the Seventh Battalion advanced toward the battlefield where Qin Feng was, the news reached the First Battalion.

Zhao Zheng, the valiant Colonel of the First Battalion, had fewer than three hundred comrades left; they lay hidden, waiting for the messengers to rally them.

But from the brocade-clad guards, they learned the terrible news.

At a time like this, who cares about orders from above? Rescuing Qin Feng is the paramount mission!

These three hundred remaining soldiers resolutely charged southward.

"Rescue the Prince of Qin!"

"Get your damn spirits up, all of you!"

"If the Prince of Qin must die, let him die in front of us."

As the First Battalion and Seventh Battalion surged toward the battlefield, a chain reaction spread across the entire Eastern Front Battlefield.

More and more units received the news and sent out their own messengers to relay orders to any surviving comrades nearby.

The news spread—nearly three thousand surviving troops on the Eastern Front began spontaneously converging toward the area where Qin Feng was.

The Seventh Battalion arrived first at the battlefield; under Cheng Chu's command, these infantrymen charged headlong at the enemy with an intensity rivaling that of heavy armor troops.

The soldiers of Nan Jing, suddenly ambushed, were thrown into chaos, then quickly organized a counterattack.

At the same time, the cries of the Nan Jing commanders rang out continuously.

"Beidi War Response immediately! Do not let Qin Feng escape!"

"Sacrifice everything to take Qin Feng's head!"