Chapter 1241

First Volume, Chapter 1241: Single Rider to Rescue the Lord

At least a hundred enemies still stood between Zhao Yuxiong and the great shield defensive line, and Zhao Yuxiong's path here had already drawn the attention of surrounding foes.

The supervisor of the army instantly recognized Zhao Yuxiong's general's armor and immediately raised his battle sword, pointing at Zhao Yuxiong and roaring: "Kill the enemy general!"

Upon the supervisor's command, the surrounding enemies immediately converged toward Zhao Yuxiong.

Zhao Yuxiong, who had cut through ranks and slain commanders all the way, finally had his advance halted; facing a dozen enemies surrounding him, he swung his great sword violently, forcing the front-line foes back, then whipped the blade around and brought it down in a direct slash upon the enemy attempting to ambush him from behind.

In the blink of an eye, two more Nan Jing soldiers fell; Zhao Yuxiong's ferocity left every Nan Jing soldier present stunned.

The supervisor realized Zhao Yuxiong's unmatched bravery: the farther he kept his distance, the more he'd be outmatched using long weapons, and Zhao Yuxiong wore heavy armor—killing him would be no easy feat.

All supervisors immediately ordered: "All of you, charge in! End this quickly!"

More and more reinforcements were gathering around Qin Feng; if things continued this way, killing Qin Feng would only grow harder.

They could not allow the duck right in their mouths to fly away!

Zhao Yuxiong's bravery would inevitably spur the Beixi Soldiers into fiercer counterattacks; thus, eliminating Zhao Yuxiong and crushing his momentum became the top priority.

"Kill!"

"Take the enemy general's head!"

"All of you, charge forward!"

"Damn it, the enemy is only one man—look at how terrified you all are!"

The surrounding Nan Jing soldiers could only grit their teeth, pushing through Zhao Yuxiong's fierce assault to close in—but at that moment, Zhao Yuxiong suddenly hurled his great sword aside, drew his Small Golden Mace from his waist, and began a relentless barrage of blows, hammering down upon the advancing enemies' heads.

Even soldiers clad in heavy armor could not withstand blunt weapon strikes—how much less these Nan Jing soldiers in light or half-armor?

Every swing of Zhao Yuxiong's Small Golden Mace sent a man crashing to the ground with broken bones and screaming in agony.

Some were struck directly on the skull, their brains splattering instantly.

In the blink of an eye, four Nan Jing soldiers were killed by Zhao Yuxiong; the rest were thrown into panic—they had never seen such a fearsome warrior. Even with supervisors present, the soldiers began to retreat.

Zhao Yuxiong's great sword was gone; if he allowed distance to open again, surrounded by dense ranks of long weapons, he would only be beaten to death.

Zhao Yuxiong did not hesitate a moment—he raised his Small Golden Mace and relentlessly pursued the enemies before him, charging straight through to the edge of the great shield.

The Beixi Soldiers instantly recognized Zhao Yuxiong and erupted in excited shouts: "General Zhao has arrived!"

"No wonder he's General Zhao—he rode through the enemy lines alone!"

"What in the world is going on today?! First the Qin Prince, now General Zhao—how come all these high-ranking figures risk themselves like this? They've all gone mad!"

The Nan Jing supervisors, hearing the Beixi Soldiers' cries, were utterly stunned.

They knew this fierce warrior must be of great stature, but they never imagined it was Zhao Yuxiong, one of the Beixi's Main Generals and the Hei Qi Da Tong Shuai.

Zhao Yuxiong, along with Xu Mo and Ning Hu, was known as one of the Three Titans of Beixi County—his status and position were unquestionable.

Though they couldn't understand why all these Beixi generals kept risking themselves alone, it no longer mattered.

The supervisor himself shouted excitedly: "Comrades, we've caught a big fish this time!"

"Another Zhao Yuxiong has arrived, besides Qin Feng and Xu Mo—if we can net all three, we'll be promoted, granted noble titles, and enjoy endless wealth and glory!"

"Listen up, all of you!"

"Whoever kills Xu Mo or Zhao Yuxiong shall be enfeoffed as a Marquis of a Battalion Commander and rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver."

"Whoever cuts off Qin Feng's head shall be made a Prince, granted land, and rewarded with thirty thousand taels of White Silver!"

The Nan Jing Army had staked everything—they must seize these three big fish, or this war, with its massive cost, would become utterly meaningless.

Such astronomical rewards were negligible compared to the significance of this great battle.

Great rewards produce brave men; the Nan Jing soldiers, who had grown weary and demoralized, now reignited their fighting spirit—they would fight for themselves and their descendants to secure a glorious future.

"Kill!"

"Comrades, this is the moment to earn great merit—once this chance passes, it will never come again!"

"Hahaha—even a Nubi can rise to become a noble!"

The entire battlefield erupted once more in chaos—yet at this moment, Zhao Yuxiong had pierced through the great shield and reached Qin Feng's side.

Seeing Qin Feng collapsed on the ground, gasping heavily, clearly exhausted but not severely wounded, Zhao Yuxiong finally exhaled in relief.

Beside him, Xu Mo's condition was far worse—he had taken countless blows from long weapons while protecting Qin Feng, his body drenched in blood, unconscious.

Qin Feng clutched Xu Mo's shoulder armor tightly, refusing to let go.

"Qin Prince!"

Zhao Yuxiong growled: "Your identity has been exposed—holding out here will only draw more enemies."

"We must break out—or we will die for certain."

Looking at Zhao Yuxiong charging toward him, Qin Feng sighed deeply: "Brother Yuxiong, how did you come here too?"

Zhao Yuxiong's face was grim: "This is not the time for talk—come with me and break out now!"

As he spoke, Zhao Yuxiong seized Qin Feng's shoulder armor and unleashed a strength beyond reason, dragging the heavily armored Qin Feng to his feet.

Zhao Yuxiong glanced at the unconscious Xu Mo and growled: "Brother Qin, leave Xu Mo behind—you cannot carry both of you."

"Let the other soldiers escort Xu Mo away!"

Qin Feng knew Zhao Yuxiong too well—his every calculation was coldly pragmatic; to achieve his grand cause and restore Shedynasty's glory, Zhao Yuxiong would sacrifice anything—including "comrades."

Xu Mo was unconscious, a pure burden; his death would not greatly impact the Southern Campaign.

Thus, to Zhao Yuxiong, Xu Mo's value paled beside Qin Feng's—he must prioritize Qin Feng's survival.

Qin Feng would never abandon Xu Mo; he gripped Zhao Yuxiong's wrist firmly, his tone resolute: "If I cannot take Xu Mo with me, I'd rather stay here and die beside him!"

"In my life, I have only two things that matter most: family, and brothers."

"If I leave Xu Mo here to die, what kind of King of the Northern Border am I?"