vrcanaries Chapter 1989 Want to leave? Too late!
Chapter 1989 Want to leave? Too late!
As night fell and the flickering firelight illuminated the ruins of the Golden Scorpion tribe's camp, making it appear like a ghostly realm.
Although the shouts of killing were no longer as deafening as before, the stench of blood and burning in the air grew stronger, foreshadowing the imminent moment of final reckoning.
Under the central banner, Feng Mulan stood tall and straight, clad in light armor, her face veiled by a white gauze.
Only a pair of clear, cold eyes, like starlight, were visible as he listened quietly to the messenger's urgent report.
"Report! Your Majesty, there are about ten thousand remaining enemy troops in the stronghold. Led by Helian Wujiu and Zhang Xun, they are splitting into two groups and attempting to break through from the left and right flanks!"
A sharp glint flashed in Feng Mulan's eyes, and beneath her white veil, a cold smile curved her lips, as if frozen with the frost of the North.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable decisiveness, clearly reaching the ears of every general around her:
"Trying to leave? Since I've gone to such lengths to trap them here, I have no intention of letting any big fish escape!"
"Order Generals Guo Feng and Niu Tian to lead their elite troops to intercept Zhang Xun on the east side. They must find him alive or dead!"
"Understood!" The messenger clasped his hands in a fist salute, then quickly turned and left.
"As for Helian Wujiu..."
Feng Mulan snorted coldly, her tone revealing a chilling killing intent:
"The scorpion clan's tyrant, the leader of the Golden Scorpion tribe... I will personally go and meet him!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to the side and reached out her hand. The guards standing to the side, who were already prepared, immediately presented two weapons respectfully.
One was a thick, heavy black iron sword with dark patterns on its spine, and the other was a slender, sharp willow-leaf sword with a flowing blue light.
Feng Mulan took the weight with her left and right hands respectively, her wrists slightly heavy, as she familiarized herself with the long-lost weight and balance.
A heavy sword has no edge, its great skill lies in its simplicity; a light sword is nimble and kills without a trace.
This balance of strength and gentleness, combining both heavy and light elements, is her unique combat skill that has allowed her to dominate the battlefield.
"Come with me!"
With a sharp shout, she mounted her horse and, without another word, led a squad of elite personal guards, galloping like an arrow towards the direction where Helian Wujiu had broken through.
Horse hooves trampled over the wreckage and corpses, kicking up clouds of dust, carrying an indomitable and fierce momentum.
At this moment, Helian Wujiu was wielding his blood-soaked scimitar, desperately tearing apart the encirclement of the Vermilion Bird Legion.
He was covered in blood, his armor was shattered, and his eyes were filled with the madness and will to survive of a trapped beast.
Just as a breakout seemed imminent, a violent commotion suddenly erupted from their flank and rear, accompanied by a clear, cold shout:
"Helian Wujiu, your road has come to an end!"
Helian Wujiu turned around abruptly and saw a fresh force plunging into the battlefield like a sharp knife.
The leading female general, her face veiled in white, wields two strange swords, one heavy and one light. Who else could it be but Feng Mulan?
After the initial shock, Helian Wujiu showed no fear; instead, his eyes blazed with wild joy!
Feng Mulan!
The commander-in-chief of the Chu army, and the emperor's favorite concubine!
If we can capture her, it will be more than just a chance to break through; it will be a golden opportunity to turn the tide of the entire battle!
The immense temptation instantly clouded his judgment, overriding his instincts for danger.
"Hahaha! Feng Mulan! You actually dared to deliver yourself to my doorstep! This is truly a stroke of luck!"
Helian Wujiu laughed wildly, abandoning his original escape route, turning his horse around, and drawing a sharp arc with his scimitar as he charged straight at Feng Mulan.
"My lads, follow me and take down the enemy chieftain!"
Like a hungry wolf that has spotted its prey, he led his remaining guards and charged recklessly toward Feng Mulan's location.
In his view, although the other party was known as a famous general, she was ultimately a woman and a pampered imperial concubine. No matter how strong her martial arts were, there were limits.
With his fierce courage and sudden attack, he is very likely to succeed in one fell swoop!
"Protect the empress!"
Upon seeing this, Feng Mulan's personal guards immediately raised their swords and shields, forming a battle formation to meet her.
However, Feng Mulan showed no fear, and a hint of mockery even flashed in her cold eyes.
She squeezed her legs against the horse's flanks and actually went to meet it!
"clang--!"
A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out!
Helian Wujiu's seemingly inevitable heavy strike was steadily blocked by Feng Mulan's seemingly clumsy black iron heavy sword in her left hand.
The immense recoil caused Helian Wujiu's arm to go numb, his maniacal laughter froze instantly, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.
This woman's power is so formidable?
Before he could change his move, Feng Mulan's willow-leaf sword in her right hand shot out like a venomous snake, silently and swiftly piercing his throat!
Before the sword tip even arrived, the chilling killing intent had already made Helian Wujiu's hair stand on end!
"not good!"
Helian Wujiu let out a strange cry, staggered backward in a disheveled state, and at the same time desperately parried with his sword.
The light sword grazed the edge of his helmet, sending sparks flying.
In just one exchange, the balance of power shifted!
The contempt in Helian Wujiu's heart vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity and horror.
This Feng Mulan is no ordinary person!
The two men spun around on horseback and instantly engaged in a fierce battle.
Helian Wujiu's swordsmanship was bold and unrestrained, full of the wildness and power of the grassland barbarians. Every strike was powerful and heavy, striving to overcome skill with force.
Feng Mulan, however, wielded her twin swords flawlessly, displaying endless subtleties.
The heavy sword sometimes acted like an impenetrable wall, parrying and deflecting Helian Wujiu's fierce attacks.
At times, his attacks were like a mountain pressing down, with tremendous force and devastating blows, forcing Helian Wujiu to avoid his sharp edge.
The light sword, like a leech, always appears at the most tricky angles, stabbing, slicing, or pointing, specifically targeting the weaknesses and vital points in Helian Wujiu's moves.
The flickering sword light, like the gaze of death, kept Helian Wujiu busy, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.
"how is this possible?"
Helian Wujiu grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, boasting that his strength and bravery were unmatched among the Scorpion Clan.
At this moment, however, he was helpless against Feng Mulan's unpredictable twin swords, his brute strength seemingly trapped in a quagmire, completely unable to be exerted.
The opponent's swordsmanship was not only exquisite, but also contained a ruthlessness and decisiveness honed on the battlefield, which was far superior to the fancy martial arts of the court.
The fighting continued around them, but the personal guards brought by Helian Wujiu were rapidly dwindling under the onslaught of Feng Mulan's elite troops.
He himself was already struggling to defend himself against Feng Mulan's relentless attacks with her twin swords, facing numerous perilous situations.
His shoulder armor was pierced by a light sword, leaving a bloody mark.
The breastplate on his chest was dented by the heavy sword, and the shock made his blood surge.
"Damn it!"
Helian Wujiu finally had the idea of retreating. He knew that the plan to capture Feng Mulan had completely failed, and if he continued to entangle himself, he would probably really die here.
He feinted with his sword, trying to force Feng Mulan to retreat, and then turned his horse to rejoin the breakout group.
"Want to leave? It's too late!"
How could Feng Mulan allow him to have his way?
She gave a clear shout, spurred her horse to pursue relentlessly, her twin swords following her like shadows, her attacks becoming increasingly fierce.