Chapter 1240

First Volume_Chapter 1240 Invincible Yuxiong

At this moment, it was the Main Battlefield where both sides, exhausted from prolonged and intense combat, began an unspoken retreat.

The defending troops fell back into Gusu City, while under Zhao Yulong and Sun Bo's command, the Southern Campaign Army also began a disciplined withdrawal.

But just then, a messenger rode up to Zhao Yulong.

"General, disaster! The Qin Wang and General Xu are trapped on the Eastern Front, under siege by the Enemy Army—on the brink of death!"

What?!

Zhao Yulong, already drained, froze in shock; his eyes widened as he growled: "How could the Qin Wang be surrounded?!"

"What the hell was Xu Mo doing?!"

The messenger hurriedly explained: "The Eastern Front suffered a surprise attack—the Powerful Clans of Nan Jing secretly reinforced nearby towns and surged out en masse. General Xu, outnumbered threefold, was caught off guard."

"The Rapid Deployment Force targeted General Xu for decapitation; the Qin Wang had no choice but to rush to his rescue, thus becoming encircled."

"The entire Eastern Front army has collapsed—broken into scattered units, fighting individually."

"All of General Xu's personal guards have died. All five hundred Black Cavalry under the Qin Wang's command have been sacrificed."

Zhao Yulong, ever composed and calm, felt his heart tremble violently.

He remained fiercely loyal to Shedynasty, knowing he must preserve strength and continue besieging Gusu City—or the entire strategy would fail.

But considering his bond with Qin Feng, and the fact that the entire Southern Campaign Army relied on Qin Feng, if Qin Feng perished, it would be a true catastrophe for Shedynasty.

Zhao Yulong no longer hesitated—he decided to personally rescue Qin Feng.

Since the Black Cavalry were too heavy, Zhao Yulong selected five hundred Light Cavalry and raced toward the scene at maximum speed.

When he arrived at the Eastern Front Battlefield, Zhao Yulong was stunned by the sight.

The ground here could only be described as littered with corpses—its brutality surpassed even that of the Main Battlefield.

Along the way, Zhao Yulong kept encountering the bodies of Beixi Soldiers, Black Cavalry, Brocade Guard, and even Tianji Camp Guards.

Clearly, the Powerful Clans of Nan Jing had staked everything on this battle.

Facing enemies three times their number, the Eastern Front's collapse was inevitable—this was Open Field Battle, no tactics possible, only brute force against brute force.

Zhao Yulong's eyelids twitched, fearing for Qin Feng's life; before he even neared the battlefield, wave after wave of enemies surged to intercept him.

Zhao Yulong led his Light Cavalry to evade whenever possible; when evasion failed, they struck swiftly and broke contact immediately.

Even so, his five hundred Light Cavalry suffered heavy losses, dwindling to barely a hundred men.

When yet another large force of Enemy Army appeared ahead, Zhao Yulong finally understood why Xu Mo had been crushed so badly—the enemy numbers were simply monstrous.

Even if every Beixi Soldier could fight two opponents, they were helpless against the endless tide.

The only thing gnawing at Zhao Yulong now was why Qin Feng would risk his life to rescue Xu Mo—endangering not just this battlefield, but all of Shedynasty.

But he had no time to dwell on it—rescuing Qin Feng was the priority.

Seeing the enemy numbers too great to evade, Zhao Yulong gritted his teeth, raised his spear, and roared: "Clear the way! I go ahead!"

This order was tantamount to sentencing his Light Cavalry to death—to sacrifice themselves so Zhao Yulong could advance.

Though the Light Cavalry were shocked by this command, their loyalty to Beixi County compelled them to obey instantly.

Over a hundred Light Cavalry spurred their horses forward, raising their Chang Mao, charging straight into the enemy.

They were not Heavy Cavalry; against the enemy's spear formations, they had no defense—they were impaled en masse within moments; even their fierce Warhorses meant nothing against the Spear Formation.

The violent charge did break the enemy line—but it also sealed the fate of those hundred-plus Light Cavalry.

Zhao Yulong gripped the reins tightly, eyes blazing, ignoring the fallen cavalry, and galloped onward toward Qin Feng's position.

He silently repeated to himself:

"Some sacrifice is necessary; great endeavors begin with blood."

"Qin Feng cannot die—otherwise, the Southern Campaign will fail."

"Comrades, forgive me."

Zhao Yulong vanished in a cloud of dust; the remaining dozen Light Cavalry were instantly swallowed by the sea of enemies.

Their Light Armor offered no more protection than paper against the enemy's Chang Mao—they were either speared through or dragged off their horses by their legs.

Within moments, the last dozen Light Cavalry were all dead.

Was it worth trading a hundred-plus Light Cavalry lives for Qin Feng's?

Perhaps not to Qin Feng—but to Zhao Yulong, it was worth it.

Zhao Yulong judged only by outcome, never process; if he could end Shedynasty's internal strife and external threats, and bring peace to Heaven and Earth, he would gladly pay any price.

Along the way, Zhao Yulong encountered three more enemy groups; fortunately, each was small, and his lone horse made him hard to spot—they were unprepared.

By the time they realized what had happened, Zhao Yulong had already ridden past.

Alone, Zhao Yulong charged straight into the battlefield; seeing the massive, still-clashing armies, his heart finally settled.

They were still fighting—Qin Feng was still alive.

Zhao Yulong knew horses were useless in such chaos; he dismounted, pulled a large sack from his Saddle, filled with Heavy Armor for elite officers.

He methodically donned the Armor, slipped two Small Golden Maces into his belt, and charged into battle with his spear.

His target was clear—he headed straight for enemies wielding Long Weapons; from ten paces away, he hurled his Chang Mao, impaling one outright.

Then, with steady steps, he reached the fallen man, picked up the enemy's Long-handled Greatsword.

In this chaos, the Greatsword was far more effective than thrusting weapons.

Zhao Yulong said nothing, swinging the Greatsword, cutting down every enemy in his path.

Amid the chaos, no one noticed a Tiger General storming into the battlefield.

Zhao Yulong advanced relentlessly; wherever he passed, blood and limbs flew everywhere. Even enemies who noticed his ferocity and tried to block him were cut down instantly.

He seemed an Invincible Yuxiong—no one could stop him an inch.

After killing countless foes, Zhao Yulong finally saw the DefensiveLine at the battlefield's center—those Great Shields were proof Qin Feng still lived.