Chapter 1239: First Volume, Chapter 1239: Teasing Before Death

First Volume, Chapter 1239: Teasing Before Death

Qin Feng and Xu Mo swung their weapons relentlessly, slashing down the attacking enemies.

Spears and long halberds surged at them from all sides like rain, striking their armor with continuous "ding-ding-qiang-qiang" sounds.

If they had been given space to thrust with full force, any single strike would have pierced through their armor.

But since enemies surrounded them on all sides, packed shoulder to shoulder, the long weapons could not be fully wielded—so each attack lacked full power. For Qin Feng and Xu Mo, every strike fell into only two categories: penetrated armor or did not—no middle ground existed.

Thus, as long as the enemies failed to pierce their armor, every assault was like scratching an itch, incapable of inflicting real damage.

One after another Nan Jing soldier was cut down by Qin Feng and Xu Mo; more and more corpses piled up around them.

They could no longer remember how many they had killed; they held only one belief: as long as they still drew breath, they would never cease battle.

"Xu Mo! I'm sorry to you!"

"You've followed me this long and still don't have a wife—now you're going to die on the battlefield? Are you going to end the Xu Family line?!"

At this very moment, Qin Feng still had the nerve to care about Xu Mo's marriage.

Xu Mo stabbed the enemy before him through with his spear, then laughed breathlessly: "Hahaha!"

"King Qin… Pfft! We're about to die—why call yourself king anymore?!"

"Brother Qin, you're out of touch—I already have a sweetheart. I planned to return home and marry her after this battle. Now that I'm dying here, it's fine."

"As for my Old Xu Family, it won't die out—I'm strong, one go's enough!"

Being men, they all understood exactly what Xu Mo meant.

Qin Feng never expected this broad-featured fellow had secretly gotten himself a lover—and even ensured his lineage would continue.

This eased one of Qin Feng's worries, yet he still cursed aloud.

"I've been worrying about you all this time."

"If I'd known your Old Xu Family already had an heir, why would I have come to save you?"

Hearing this, Xu Mo felt another surge of emotion.

So Qin Feng had risked everything to rescue him—because he feared this very thing…

Just as Xu Mo's eyes stung with tears, a sudden blow struck his waist—a walnut-sized bone club slammed hard against his armor.

Though it only dented the armor, the force transmitted inward shook Xu Mo so violently he screamed in agony.

He felt his entire waist might shatter; his body staggered and collapsed to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, a dozen spears lunged toward Xu Mo.

At the last instant, Qin Feng swung his long-handled greatsword in a sweeping arc, forcing back all attacks and shielding Xu Mo with his body.

"You alive or dead?!"

Xu Mo gasped through clenched teeth, beads of sweat drenching his forehead.

"Not dead… but holy hell, it hurts!"

"Watch out—enemies with short breakthrough weapons have gotten close."

Almost as soon as Xu Mo finished speaking, Qin Feng felt a sudden whirring sound in his skull, the world spinning violently.

No matter how cautious he was, he couldn't guard against every enemy—carelessness invited stealth strikes.

A Small Golden Mace struck his helmet amid the chaos; Qin Feng felt as if struck by five thunderbolts, staggered wildly, and jammed his sword-hilt into the ground to steady himself.

But his ears rang incessantly; he could only see Xu Mo's lips moving as if speaking, yet heard nothing.

That blow nearly killed Qin Feng outright.

In such a packed, chaotic melee, long weapons were useless—but short weapons gained immense advantage.

Whether bone clubs or Small Golden Maces, they could crush Qin Feng's Heavy Armor as easily as plucking something from a pouch.

As Qin Feng's ears rang and stars danced before his eyes, three more hammers struck him from three directions—on his shoulder and thighs.

Boom!

This time, Qin Feng could no longer hold on; he crashed heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, Xu Mo lunged onto Qin Feng's body, while spears and halberds rained down upon him from all sides.

Horizontal thrusts might be hard to land, but downward stabs carried tremendous force.

Spears pierced through Xu Mo's Armor one after another; blood gushed out like water.

Xu Mo gritted his teeth, clung tightly to Qin Feng's back, and let out a low, agonized moan—but refused to budge an inch.

"Xu Mo! Let go of me!"

Qin Feng, barely regaining consciousness, roared furiously—but no matter how loudly he screamed, Xu Mo remained unmoved.

Then came Xu Mo's trembling, weak voice.

"I said… even if I die, I'll die before you—so I don't fail my duty."

"When we reach Yin, we'll be comrades again…"

Xu Mo's voice grew fainter.

The battle between him and Qin Feng was over.

Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot; since rising to power, he had never shed a tear—not even when Li Lang died on the battlefield.

But now… Qin Feng wept uncontrollably.

Qin Feng was not afraid of death—he feared watching his brother die before his eyes, powerless to stop it.

"Elder Sister, Second Sister… Xiaolan Qianying… and Yun'er."

"I'm sorry…"

"My body belongs to the nation—I can no longer belong to you."

Just as Qin Feng prepared to meet his fate, the dense swarm of spears suddenly halted.

Then, the surrounding crowd began to scatter.

Before Qin Feng could react, several figures charged forward, wielding Great Shields and smashing straight into them.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

"King Qin! General Xu! How are you?!"

"Hold on!"

The soldiers of the Seventh Battalion, who had broken through the Enemy Army first, had paid a horrific price—more than half were dead or wounded, leaving only a hundred or so.

These hundred or so were drenched in blood, forcing their way through the Enemy Army to reach Qin Feng and Xu Mo.

Great Shields surrounded Qin Feng and Xu Mo, continuously repelling the frenzied attacks from all sides.

When the Seventh Battalion's soldiers dwindled to fewer than fifty, the First Battalion finally charged in, adding another hundred or so to the DefensiveLine, barely securing Qin Feng and Xu Mo.

The soldiers of the Seventh Battalion and the First Battalion fought bloodily, engaging in life-or-death combat with the enemy.

Neither side would yield an inch; behind the two battalions stood their indispensable North Border King and Beixi Main General, while the Nan Jing soldiers had paid too great a cost for this surprise attack—any retreat would mean total defeat.

The Battle on the Eastern Front Battlefield had raged for a full day and night, and instead of subsiding, it had grown even fiercer.