Chapter 1242: First Volume, Chapter 1242: Fight Back

First Volume, Chapter 1242: Fight Back

Zhao Yuxiong frowned tightly and snapped, "Are you still the Qin Feng I once knew?!"

"Why have you become so impulsive? You'd rather stay here and die than return to take charge."

"Do the people of Liang mean nothing to you?"

"Not just the people of Liang—what about Qin Family members? Your parents, your wife, your sisters? Are they all disposable?"

These words struck deep into Qin Feng's heart—what would become of his parents and wife if he died here?

Qin Feng had long been trapped in an impossible choice: on one side, comrades who shared life and death with him; on the other, his closest family. No matter which he chose, he could never forgive himself.

The only solution was to kill his way out with Xu Mo!

Qin Feng ignored Zhao Yuxiong's accusations, shoved his hand away, picked up a Long-Handled Axe from the ground, and declared with unwavering resolve: "Use all my comrades' lives to let me escape? Impossible!"

"If we're going to break out, we do it together—everyone leaves this place as one!"

"Zhao Yuxiong, follow my order!"

Seeing Qin Feng issue a direct command, Zhao Yuxiong, though seething inside, gritted his teeth and obeyed. He charged ahead, leading the soldiers in a fierce counterattack in the opposite direction.

The Beixi Soldiers, who had barely held their defensive line, now erupted with ferocious momentum under Zhao Yuxiong's leadership, smashing through the enemies blocking their path.

Zhao Yuxiong led the way; Qin Feng followed closely with four soldiers, carrying Xu Mo on their shoulders.

A hundred-man force, facing thousands encircling them, began a grueling advance outward—each step forward was as hard as climbing heaven, exacting a terrible toll.

Comrades kept falling; after advancing only Twenty Steps, Qin Feng's hundred had dwindled to barely twenty.

At this rate, Qin Feng's soldiers would be wiped out in moments—but holding position meant certain death. They had no choice but to fight for their lives.

Fortunately, Qin Feng was not alone on this battlefield. The entire Eastern Front Battlefield had become a chaotic mess, and all Beixi Soldiers had learned Qin Feng was surrounded—so they kept streaming in.

Soon, Qin Feng's ranks were replenished; the remaining twenty-odd men swelled back to over a hundred.

Both sides sank into a brutal stalemate: the Southern Campaign Army surrounding Qin Feng and Qin Feng's own forces both received continuous reinforcements.

Southern Campaign commanders were furious, stomping their feet—time and again, Qin Feng's men had been nearly annihilated; a single charge could have killed him—but each time, Qin Feng somehow held on.

Repeatedly missing their chance, the Southern Campaign commanders flew into a rage. They abandoned all tactics and formations, throwing every soldier they had into the fray—no strategy, no plan, only one goal: kill Qin Feng.

No matter the cost!

As Qin Feng and his men fought through blood and fire, a sizable reinforcement finally arrived!

Zhao Zhenhai's rescue force—exactly one thousand troops, mixed across all branches—cut through the chaos like a sharp blade driven straight in.

Zhao Zhenhai charged forward without pause, smashing through to Qin Feng's side.

Seeing Qin Feng's horrific state, Zhao Zhenhai roared: "Damned Southern Campaign rebels—I swear blood for blood!"

"Your Majesty, quickly retreat with us!"

With Zhao Zhenhai's reinforcements, Qin Feng's position stabilized. Though enemy assaults grew fiercer, they could not break through Zhao Zhenhai's defensive line.

Under Zhao Zhenhai's cover and with Zhao Yuxiong leading the way, Qin Feng finally began an orderly breakout toward the battlefield's edge, carrying the unconscious Xu Mo.

"Stop Qin Feng!"

"You useless fools—what are you even doing?!"

"Are we really going to let the duck slip right out of our mouths?!"

The commanders went utterly mad, leading their units in suicidal charges against Zhao Zhenhai's line, desperate to trap Qin Feng on the battlefield forever.

Too bad—they had already missed their best chance.

As Qin Feng pushed forward and neared the battlefield's perimeter, with more reinforcements arriving constantly, his force had now swelled beyond two thousand.

Just moments ago, Qin Feng had been on the brink of death—now he was as secure as a fortress.

After enduring countless trials, as the cries of battle around him faded, Qin Feng finally broke free from the battlefield—and was instantly surrounded by a massive force, leaving Southern Campaign soldiers unable to touch him even slightly.

Qin Feng was safe—but he did not flee the battlefield immediately. Instead, he ordered his soldiers to immediately carry Xu Mo back to ZhuZhen for medical treatment.

Qin Feng turned to face the still-burning Eastern Front Battlefield, drew a deep breath, and said firmly: "Fight back!"

What?!

Zhao Zhenhai and Zhao Yuxiong both froze—they never expected Qin Feng, having barely escaped death, would return to the battlefield.

Before Zhao Yuxiong could speak, Zhao Zhenhai grabbed Qin Feng's arm.

"Your Majesty, return to camp at once!"

"All Southern Campaign soldiers know you're here—they'll spare no cost to surround and kill you."

"Only when you leave the battlefield will these Southern Campaign rebels withdraw."

Qin Feng's gaze was razor-sharp as he scanned the blood-soaked battlefield. He growled: "Execute the order!"

Zhao Yuxiong, though often disagreeing with Qin Feng's choices, had never once disobeyed his command.

But this time, Zhao Yuxiong refused without hesitation.

"Brother Qin, enough!"

"If you hadn't been trapped here, the Eastern Front battle would've ended long ago. This entire miscalculation is your fault."

"If we keep fighting, are you going to wipe out the entire Southern Campaign Army?!"

Facing Zhao Yuxiong's accusation, Qin Feng seized Zhao Yuxiong's Shoulder Armor and yanked him forward, roaring: "This is our only chance!"

"We must cripple the Southern Campaign rebels—otherwise, it will be disastrous for our army!"

"The losses on the Main Battlefield and Eastern Front have been too great—the encirclement lines have been shattered. We cannot reestablish the siege of Gusu City in the short term."

"If we retreat now, every future battle will be fought on their terms."

At these words, Zhao Yuxiong fell silent.

If Qin Feng were acting out of revenge, Zhao Yuxiong would have stopped him no matter what. But if Qin Feng was acting for the sake of the entire Southern Campaign war, Zhao Yuxiong would wholeheartedly support him.

He said nothing more. Immediately, he obeyed Qin Feng's order, joining Zhao Zhenhai to lead their troops back into the Eastern Front Battlefield.

Dawn was near; the dark sky now showed a faint pale glimmer of dawn.

Both sides fought from day to night, and from night to dawn.

To describe the entire Eastern Front as piled with bones and flowing with blood would be an understatement.