Chapter 920

First Volume, Chapter 920: About to Be Bloodbathed

Just as the Tuntian Soldiers charged toward Qin Feng, a slender figure stepped before him—it was Li Xiaolan.

"Xiaolan…"

Qin Feng was about to stop her, but it was too late; Li Xiaolan kicked her toe, sending the scattered long sabers flying into her hand, then swung one casually—so fast none could see it.

Crack!

The foremost soldier had his head severed by Li Xiaolan's blade; before the others could react, she stepped forward, spun two saber circles, and two more heads fell.

Three Tuntian Soldiers were killed in the blink of an eye.

As the remaining soldiers stared in shock, Li Xiaolan tossed the long saber into the air, then kicked its hilt with her right foot—the blade shot forward and pierced straight through the chest of a soldier ten steps away.

This move stunned everyone; all Tuntian Soldiers involuntarily stepped back, their eyes filled with fear as they stared at Li Xiaolan.

"This… where did this woman come from?"

"Such terrifying skill!"

"A master? A martial arts master?"

Li Xiaolan ignored their shock, kicked twice more—two more long sabers flew through the air, cutting down two more men—then she gripped one in hand, her expression calm as she surveyed the Tuntian Soldiers.

"I am Da Liang Ming Yue Princess, Qin Family Third Young Miss, and Qin Feng's woman!"

"Feng'er refused to let me fight, fearing your filthy blood would sully my purity—but Feng'er is exhausted, and I, desperate to protect my husband, can no longer care."

"Though not a soldier, I trained under the Heavenly Ranking Jin ShaShou—I may not excel in open battle, but I know how to kill."

"Whoever seeks Qin Feng's head must first let me die here!"

The Tuntian Soldiers stared at this woman in a White Fur Coat, proud and noble, yet wielding a long saber with lethal grace, killing without hesitation—fear filled their hearts.

Even a woman beside Qin Feng is this terrifying!

To kill Qin Feng is harder than imagined.

Qin Feng swayed, then collapsed onto the ground, watching Li Xiaolan standing tall before him—and he laughed.

"Desperate to protect her husband? What a phrase—desperate to protect her husband!"

"Xiaolan, when I return to Beijing, I will marry you—no delay, not a single moment!"

"Hahaha…"

Qin Feng's laughter echoed through the entire village; the Tuntian Soldiers were now caught between advance and retreat.

At that moment, a deafening roar of battle cries came from outside the village.

The Tuntian Soldiers gathered inside froze, then panicked—they turned toward the village entrance, shouting frantically.

"What's happening? What's going on outside?"

"Wasn't the battle over? Why is fighting starting again? Could Qin Feng's Reinforcements have arrived?"

Before anyone could understand, a rapid, pounding gallop came from the village gate, followed by a thunderous bellow.

"Brother Qin, Ning Hu is here!"

"Damn it! Who dares hurt my Brother Qin? Die, all of you!"

Under the terrified gaze of all, a Tiger General clad in Black Armor, wielding a horse spear, rode a towering steed straight through the village gate.

He thrust the horse spear forward, impaling the first Tuntian Soldier through the chest, then grunted, clamping the spear under his armpit and lifting upward—his monstrous strength hurled the soldier into the air.

Crack!

The horse spear snapped under the weight—the front half, still impaled with the corpse, crashed to the ground; Ning Hu discarded the broken rear half, drew his Zhan Dao from his saddle, and charged forward, sidestepping as he cut down every Tuntian Soldier who came near.

"Die! All of you die!"

"Tianji Camp Guards, order: kill every man in the village wearing Armor, wielding a Weapon!"

The twenty-plus Tianji Camp Guards who followed surged through the village's alleys, slashing back and forth.

The Tuntian Soldiers, already demoralized, lost all will to fight—even the bravest seeking glory now panicked, dropped their Weapons, shed their Armor, and scrambled over walls to flee.

Meanwhile, the remaining Tianji Camp Guards dismounted instantly, ignoring whether enemies held Weapons—they killed anyone they encountered.

In an instant, Wanggang Village was drowned in screams and wails.

Ning Hu slashed down the Tuntian Soldier before him, leapt off his horse, sprinted forward, and threw himself at Qin Feng's feet.

His face flushed crimson, eyes bulging as if they might pop out from rage.

Only after confirming Qin Feng had no fatal wounds and would not die did Ning Hu exhale deeply, then slammed his fist into the ground, teeth gritted: "Brother Qin, it's my fault—I came too late!"

With Ning Hu's arrival, the last of Qin Feng's strength collapsed.

He lay limp on the ground, his upper body cradled by Li Xiaolan, gazing at the remorseful Ning Hu and forcing a bitter laugh: "You rode all the way from Changshui County to Qingshan County—you must have heard whispers the moment Lü Li mobilized, and rushed here with Reinforcements."

"You can't fly…"

"And… this time the fault is mine—I underestimated Lü Li's determination for Revenge."

"Go check on Liu Ming and Zhang Zhenhai—they're badly wounded, they need treatment immediately."

Ning Hu, eyes swollen red, nodded heavily, immediately summoning over a dozen Tianji Camp Guards to carry Zhang Zhenhai and Liu Ming into the Ancestral Hall.

The surviving Tianji Camp Guards and Anwu Guard numbered only twenty-odd; exhausted and severely wounded, they lay sprawled on the ground, all carried into the Ancestral Hall by arriving comrades.

"Military Doctor! Military Doctor!"

At Ning Hu's roar, a middle-aged man dressed as a Tianji Camp Guard panted over—unlike others, his Weapons and spare Arrows were few; instead, he carried medicine and bandages.

The Military Doctor was a new position added after the Tianji Camp Guards expanded—normally fighting alongside them, only stepping back to treat the wounded when needed.

The Military Doctor urgently bandaged and treated the injured comrades.

The villagers gathered in the Ancestral Hall huddled together, watching these elite soldiers—some kneeling, wailing; others staring blankly at fallen comrades—and felt a deep pang within.

The bond between these Liang Kingdom soldiers ran too deep—they truly were Comrades, brothers.

The one-sided Massacre continued; every village entrance was blocked by arriving Tianji Camp Guards—every soldier, killed.

Faced with the tireless Tianji Camp Guards, the Tuntian Soldiers finally understood the terror of the Tianji Camp.

Escape was impossible, resistance futile, and they were reaped like grass and weeds.