Chapter 8 The True and False Man-Slayer, the Brave General

In fact, before Wu Fengxian gave the order to shoot arrows for help, the accompanying Yuhou Army soldiers had already responded in the shortest possible time.

They drew their swords and formed a battle array, protecting Major General Wu Fengxian in the middle.

The soldier holding the Cloud Piercing Arrow was even more skilled. He jumped up and flew straight to the outside of the hall.

Boom!

The next second, a black shadow floated back into the hall like a kite with a broken string, and then fell heavily on the floor, bleeding from all seven orifices, and his life or death was unknown.

Everyone looked closely and found that the person who fell to the ground was the Yuhou Army soldier who had just jumped out of the hall.

He was still holding the Cloud Piercing Arrow in his hand!

It was a pity that the arrow that could be released with a slight pull could not be fired.

Then, a general wearing armor and carrying a sword slowly descended from the top of the main gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony with the help of a steel cable, and walked like a dragon and a tiger in the hall, while Wu Fengxian and the other Yuhou soldiers looked surprised.

"Pang Xianchu, it's you——"

Wu Fengxian was shocked and recognized that the man was the famous and brave general Pang Xianchu in the Po Lu army.

Pang Xianchu was eight feet tall, burly, strong, and had the courage of ten thousand men.

He followed the former king Chen Po Lu in the south and north for more than ten years. He killed no less than a hundred enemy commanders and countless enemy soldiers.

It was because of this that he was given the title of brave general.

Compared with Wu Fengxian's self-proclaimed title of "human butcher" for killing people like flies, Pang Xianchu's title of "human butcher" given by foreigners was much more valuable than Wu Fengxian's.

Wu Fengxian's title of "human butcher" was mostly earned by his notoriety for slaughtering surrendered soldiers and innocent civilians.

Pang Xianchu's title of "human butcher" was entirely earned by his military merits on horseback, which he earned by expanding the territory for the dynasty and beheading enemy soldiers. It was the foundation for him to be awarded the title of brave general as the son of a slave.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Wu Fengxian and Pang Xianchu's origins were swapped, Pang Xianchu would probably have been a general of the Great Xin Dynasty who was in charge of the Wolf's Lair;

And Wu Fengxian, most likely, had become an unknown pool of wolf feces on the Mobei grassland many years ago.

"Kill him!"

"This general orders you to kill him and fight your way out!"

When the real and fake "human butchers" met, Wu Fengxian was the first to get angry, and immediately ordered his Yuhou Army soldiers to kill Pang Xianchu and fight their way out.

"Kill!"

More than 20 Yuhou soldiers in the front row shouted in unison, swarming up with swords and axes, and chopped at Pang Xianchu, trying to make up for the lack of combat power with the advantage of numbers.

It is said that a tiger cannot stand up to a pack of wolves, but Pang Xianchu is a lion, not a tiger, and the Yuhou soldiers under Wu Fengxian are not a pack of wolves, but hyenas at best.

Facing the tide-like attacks from more than 20 Yuhou soldiers under Wu Fengxian from all directions, Pang Xianchu's face was fearless, and he drew his sword calmly to deal with it, with a domineering aura of "I will go even if there are thousands of people".

The Longquan sword given by the former king Chen Polu seemed to have life in Pang Xianchu's hands, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers.

His sword-drawing moves were not fancy, and between swinging and blocking, he showed the duel of strength and reaction.

The sword flashed, and screams continued.

In a moment, more than 20 Yuhou soldiers were killed or wounded, but Pang Xianchu didn't even breathe a breath.

There was not even a drop of blood on the blade of the Longquan sword in his hand.

The more than 20 Yuhou soldiers who were killed or wounded were all broken and bleeding, which was enough to show how fast and powerful Pang Xianchu's sword was.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Fengxian witnessed that more than 20 of his most elite and powerful Yuhou soldiers were slaughtered by Pang Xianchu like cutting melons and vegetables, and he was immediately afraid.

"Go, all of you, kill this madman for me!"

Wu Fengxian shouted like crazy to release the fear and pressure in his heart.

"Line up!"

Another thirty or forty Yuhou soldiers took the order and came out.

This time, these personal soldiers learned from the experience of the last wave of cannon fodder, and did not rush to attack Pang Xianchu, who had an incredible fighting power, with swords and axes. Instead, they formed a battle formation with swords and knives, trying to encircle Pang Xianchu.

"Hmph, Wu Fengxian, the only thing you can do is to let others fight for you!"

Pang Xianchu snorted coldly, raised his sword and rushed forward, his eyes showing contempt and disgust for Wu Fengxian.

"In the 17th year of Zhenwu, in the battle of Mobei, I led 800 elite cavalrymen to attack the Yuan court for thousands of miles, killed 3,000 enemies and captured countless prisoners, but your father Wu Qingyun seized the military merits by trickery, and finally attributed them to you, Wu Fengxian;"

"In the 20th year of Zhenwu, the war in Mobei broke out again, and you led 10,000 Yunhui troops to go deep into the enemy's territory alone and were surrounded. It was you who risked your life to save them, regardless of the past grudges.

In the end, you bit me back in the court, saying that I colluded with the remnants of the Yuan court and sold out my country for glory. If it weren't for the guarantee of King Jin, I would have died unjustly in prison;"

"In the 23rd year of Zhenwu, in the battle to pacify the Nanman in western Yunnan, it was still you, Wu Fengxian..."

Pang Xianchu's eyes were cold and murderous, and he swung his sword to break the formation and approached Wu Fengxian while speaking.

The battle formation put together by the 34 soldiers of the Yuhou Army could not stop the brave and experienced general Pang Xianchu at all. Every time he swung his sword, a soldier of the Yuhou Army screamed.

In a moment, the battle formation formed by Wu Fengxian's personal soldiers in an attempt to trap Pang Xianchu turned into a broken formation, and more than half of the personal soldiers were hacked to death on the spot.

The remaining soldiers had already been frightened by the terrifying force displayed by Pang Xianchu, and their faces turned pale with fear. No matter how Wu Fengxian scolded and cursed, they no longer had the courage and courage to take a step forward.

At this moment, in the huge Hall of Supreme Harmony, Pang Xianchu was standing on horseback with his sword drawn, while Wu Fengxian and dozens of his soldiers from the Yuhou Army were trembling with swords in their hands.

Pang Xianchu took a step forward with his sword in hand, and dozens of Yu Houjun's soldiers all took a step back.

Pang Xianchu took another step forward, while the soldiers of Yu Houjun continued to take a step back while holding the pale-faced Wu Fengxian.

The two sides advanced and retreated, and soon forced Wu Fengxian and his party to the steps of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

If you retreat further, you have to go up the steps and face Chen Huaian who is sitting on the dragon chair in the main hall and is smiling at the situation.

Wu Feng first glanced at Pang Xianchu, whose eyes were red with blood, and then turned to look at Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon chair. He suddenly became wise and roared angrily:

"Capture the thief first and capture the king first, then give them all to me, general, to capture Chen Huaian!"

As soon as he shouted, the remaining soldiers of the Yu Hou Army finally reacted and looked at Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon chair directly above the hall.

To these soldiers of the Yu Hou Army, although Chen Huaian also wore a golden armor, his image and temperament always seemed to be like a gentle scholar.

Compared with Pang Xianchu, who was pressing forward with murderous intent, the man on the dragon throne seemed to be a good master.

The soldiers of Yuhou Army who were accustomed to following Wu Fengxian's domineering behavior and acting as a mischief were the best at pinching the persimmons.

Immediately, a group of Yu Houjun's soldiers turned around and climbed up the steps, brandishing their swords with murderous intent and headed straight for Chen Huaian who was sitting on the dragon chair directly above the hall.

Facing the menacing soldiers of Yu Houjun, Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon chair, looked as usual.

He even adjusted himself to a more comfortable sitting position and crossed his legs, looking at the furious Wu Fengxian and the murderous Yu Houjun with a smile.

"kill!"

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen soldiers of the Yuhou Army rushed up the steps of the main hall. The two sides were only more than ten steps away. Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon throne, could even feel the strong wind caused by these soldiers wielding their swords and slashing at him. .

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The next second, countless arrows fell from the sky, immediately killing all the soldiers of the Hou Hou Army who rushed to the hall.

Immediately afterwards, eighteen dead warriors wearing silver armor and covering their faces with black gauze descended from the sky.

With the help of a steel rope, he slowly fell from the beams of the hall to Chen Huaian, then threw away the repeating crossbow in his hand, and drew his saber to guard Chen Huaian.

"Eighteen Riders of Dragon City!"

Under the main hall, Wu Fengxian exclaimed in surprise, his face turned ashen.

He had only heard that King Chen Polu of the Jin Dynasty had a team of silver-armored warriors who were inseparable from him. All of them were extremely courageous and skilled in martial arts.

Because this team of silver-armored warriors only consists of eighteen people, they are also called the "Eighteen Riders of Dragon City"!

However, what Wu Fengxian was puzzled about was that the Eighteen Riders of Dragon City had already been poisoned on their way back to Dragon City from the capital with Jin King Chen Polu. How could they appear in the Hall of Supreme Harmony again?

"Wu Fengxian, I guess you still have some knowledge!" Chen Huaian, who was sitting on the dragon throne, smiled and waved his hand, saying: "Go ahead and give them a good time!"

"I obey the king's orders!"

Eighteen silver-armored dead soldiers took orders on the spot, brandished their swords and rushed down the steps to join the battle group.

Seeing this, Pang Xianchu was not willing to lag behind. He raised his sword and slashed as if he was entering a deserted area.

In a short time, all the soldiers of Yu Houjun in the Hall of Supreme Harmony were slaughtered, with all the dead and injured.

Wu Fengxian was left alone, helpless and furious, his hands holding the saber trembling:

"Chen Huaian, this general tells you that there is an army of 20,000 Yunhui troops outside the city. The 80,000 troops led by my father will arrive at Longcheng early tomorrow morning. If you dare to kill me today, my father will definitely not let you go. of!"

"I don't care whether you rebel or not, but if I, the general, have a problem in this Dragon City today, you have to carefully consider whether the 8,000 Polu troops in your hand can withstand the attack of 100,000 Yunhui troops?

I would like to advise you, don't try to be quick and cause disaster! "

"Otherwise, when Yunhui's army breaks the city, it will be the day when the city is massacred!"

Chen Huaian sneered and said: "Wu Fengxian, you are still talking so hard even when you are about to die!"

Then, he waved his hand and said: "Pang Xianchu, I order you to cut off the head of Wu Fengxian, the vanguard leader of the rebel army, and hang it on the city tower as a sacrificial flag!"

"The general will get the order!"

Pang Xianchu faced Wu Fengxian directly. He picked up the Longquan sword and raised his hand to split Huashan with one move.

In a hurry, Wu Fengxian subconsciously raised his sword to meet him.

The swords met and sparks flew everywhere.

With a "clang" sound, Wu Fengxian's "thousand-man-killing" ring-head knife that he was proud of broke into two pieces. The right hand holding the knife was shocked to the point of numbness.

Only then did he realize that what Chen Huaian said about cutting off his head and hanging it on the city gate as a sacrificial flag was not just talk.

Wu Fengxian said anxiously: "Chen Huaian, are you serious?"

"Pang Xianchu, don't come over here!"

"Chen Huaian, Chen Huaian, His Royal Highness, please don't kill me. I know the death of King Jin——"

Before Wu Fengxian finished speaking, he felt as if he was flying lightly.

The last scene reflected in his eyes was that of a headless corpse wearing armor and holding a broken knife in the splendid Hall of Supreme Harmony. He staggered back two steps and then fell to the ground unwillingly. .

Before his consciousness faded, Wu Fengxian recalled the repeated admonitions given to him by his deputy general Chang Chenghu before he entered the city. The last thought in his mind was:

In my next life, I must listen to advice!