Chapter 1641

The horn of battle still echoed in the wilderness. Zhao Zilongfeng stood tall, his armor covered in mottled traces, each one recording the glory and hardships of the battle. He looked at the battlefield, his eyes showing no fear, only firmness and persistence.

"Brothers, our Zhao family has never had anyone who retreated!" Zhao Zilongfeng's voice pierced through the smoke, encouraging every soldier, "Today, we will not only protect this city but also let the world know that Zhao Zhao Zilong's spirit will never be extinguished!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers' morale was greatly boosted. They followed Zhao Zilongfeng and repelled the enemy's attacks time and again, and every victory seemed to be crowning Zhao Zhao Zilong's spirit. On the battlefield, the sounds of killing and the clashing of weapons intertwined, composing a tragic song of war.

However, the enemy's offensive became more and more fierce, as if they would stop at nothing to take this city. Zhao Zilongfeng knew that if this continued, even if they could hold on temporarily, they would pay a heavy price. He had to find a way to break the deadlock.

"Pass the order down, all soldiers, follow me to break out!" Zhao Zilongfeng made a prompt decision; he decided to adopt a more active tactic, take the initiative to attack, and disrupt the enemy's deployment.

Under Zhao Zilongfeng's leadership, an elite force rapidly assembled; they were like a sharp blade, striking directly at the enemy's heart. This sudden counterattack caught the enemy off guard, and their formation fell into chaos.

"Kill!" Zhao Zilongfeng took the lead, and wherever his spear pointed, nothing could withstand it. His figure on the battlefield was like a bolt of lightning, and wherever he went, the enemy retreated in defeat.

The soldiers followed closely behind; they trusted Zhao Zilongfeng and trusted even more the courage and wisdom inherited by the Zhao family for generations. Under Zhao Zilongfeng's command, they cooperated tacitly and used flexible tactics, resolving the enemy's offensive time and again.

However, the battle remained deadlocked, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. Zhao Zilongfeng looked at the soldiers beside him falling one by one with a heavy heart, but he knew he could not stop now, and even less could he retreat.

"For this land, for our home, for the glory of the Zhao family, we must persist to the end!" Zhao Zilongfeng's voice was a bit hoarse but still full of power, "Brothers, follow me and charge!"

Under Zhao Zilongfeng's leadership, the soldiers launched a charge again. Their figures were looming in the smoke, but every step was firm. They knew that this battle was not only for survival but also for faith.

Finally, under Zhao Zilongfeng's tenacious resistance and clever strategy, the enemy began to collapse. They could not withstand the fierce offensive of the army led by Zhao Zilongfeng and could only flee in embarrassment.

The battle ended, but Zhao Zilongfeng did not lower his guard. He knew that this was only a temporary victory, and true peace required more effort. He began to arrange the aftermath, treat the wounded, bury the sacrificed soldiers, and at the same time strengthen the city's defenses to prevent the enemy from attacking again.

The people flocked to the streets to celebrate the victory. They were grateful for Zhao Zilongfeng's heroism and wisdom, and even more grateful for everything the Zhao family had done for this land. They knew that it was the spirit of Zhao Zilongfeng and the Zhao family that guarded their peace and happiness.

"General Zhao, you are our hero!" An old man held Zhao Zilongfeng's hand excitedly, "You inherited the heroism and wisdom of Lord Zhao Zhao Zilong and are the pride of all of us!"

Zhao Zilongfeng smiled modestly; he knew he had only done what he should have done. He looked at this land, his heart filled with emotion. This was where his ancestors had fought, and now, he had also left his own footprints here.

"I will continue to work hard to make this land more prosperous." Zhao Zilongfeng vowed secretly, "I want Zhao Zhao Zilong's spirit to shine on this land forever."

Zhao Zilongfeng had been working on this land for decades. His hair was turning gray, but his eyes were still as sharp as an eagle's, as if he could see through all the changes in the world. Under his governance, this city not only restored its former prosperity but also made great progress in culture and technology, becoming a model admired by the surrounding areas.

However, Zhao Zilongfeng knew that true challenges were often hidden beneath the calm. In recent years, surrounding countries had been restless, and the situation had become increasingly tense. Although peace was maintained on the surface, undercurrents were surging, and the clouds of war were quietly gathering again.

"Father, urgent report from the border!" One day, Zhao Zilongfeng's son, Zhao Zhao Zilong, walked into the study hurriedly, holding a secret letter tightly in his hand. Zhao Zhao Zilong inherited his father's heroism and wisdom and had become a leader in the army at a young age.

Zhao Zilongfeng took the letter, frowned, and quickly browsed the content. The letter mentioned that a small country at the border had suddenly torn up the peace agreement and assembled a large army, intending to invade.

"It seems our days of peace are not long." Zhao Zilongfeng said in a deep voice, complex emotions flashing in his eyes, "Zhao Zilong, prepare yourself; we are about to embark on the journey again."

Upon hearing this, a flash of excitement and reluctance crossed Zhao Zhao Zilong's eyes. What was exciting was being able to fight alongside his father, and what was reluctant was the warm lights at home and the relatives he was about to part with. But he knew that as a member of the Zhao family, protecting the peace of this land and its people was their unshirkable responsibility.

The next day, Zhao Zilongfeng and his son led the army and marched toward the border majestically. Along the way, the people saw them off spontaneously, their eyes filled with trust and respect for the Zhao family.

"General Zhao, you must return safely!" An old man shouted loudly, his voice trembling, tears flashing in his eyes.