Magical Water Margin: They all call me brother

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At this moment, Huyan Zhuo was truly unable to launch another attack and could only order everyone to rest on the spot. The five thousand elite troops of Liangshan were also exhausted and unable to launch an attack, so they all rested on the spot. The two armies were strangely locked in a silence and stalemate in the wilderness.

Thirty miles away, Han Tao's last two camps were surrounded and attacked by tens of thousands of Liangshan warriors under Chao Gai's command and seventy to eighty thousand Jizhou militia. The entire defense line was in grave danger and could collapse at any moment!

At this moment, Huyan Zhuo played his last two cards—Dong Ping, the military commander of Dongping Prefecture and the Double-Spear General, and Zhang Shuye, the prefect of Jizhou.

You two stop guarding the supply lines and Jizhou, come over here right now! The main force of Liangshan has already appeared on the battlefield, there's no need to defend anymore!

Although I am exhausted and unable to fight any longer, you two still have one last strong force! Hurry up and come to my position! Since Liu Hong's defeat, almost all the leaders and elites of Liangshan are here, and they have been worn down by me. As long as you come here and launch a charge, we will definitely defeat Liu Hong! We will utterly defeat Liangshan!

Upon receiving the letter, Dong Ping and Zhang Shuye were also shocked, immediately realizing that this was a golden opportunity. Dong Ping quickly led the 500 heavy cavalrymen assigned to him by Huyan Zhuo back to reinforce the battlefield! Zhang Shuye also led the three battalions of infantry he had painstakingly built up over this period, intending to take advantage of Liu Hong's exhaustion to launch a ferocious cavalry charge and crush Liu Hong in one fell swoop!

Two thousand men, these two thousand soldiers, are our last hope for turning the tide.

However, this was Jeju Island. The moment Huyan Zhuo gave the order, the local people saw it and reported it to Liu Hong. Liu Hong looked in the direction the Song scout had gone and immediately knew that Huyan Zhuo had gone to find Dong Ping and Zhang Shuye.

At this moment, Liu Hong was indeed in the most dangerous situation. Liangshan was divided into three armies. Chao Gai's troops were besieging Han Tao's camp, Song Jiang's troops had been wiped out by her own actions, and Liu Hong's troops had also suffered heavy losses due to the attack on Hu Yanzhuo and were unable to escape.

But it didn't matter. Liu Hong had also made a contingency plan for this matter and played his last trump card: he ordered Yang Zhi, the Blue-Faced Beast, who had been staying behind as a reserve force and had not yet gone to the battlefield, and Xu Ning, the Golden Spearman, to lead the last reserve force, a battalion of 500 veterans, to intercept Dong Ping.

Subsequently, Yang Zhi took Liu Hong's token and quickly launched an extreme recruitment order in the vicinity!

Fellow villagers! This war has reached its most perilous stage! The Great Sage Equaling Heaven and Huyan Zhuo are locked in a fierce battle, but at this very moment, Zhang Shuye and Dong Ping, leading imperial troops as reinforcements, are on their way! Once they join the battlefield, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven may very well lose this war. Now, we must stop them here!

In an instant, all the nearby villages erupted in chaos. All the men, and even the young and strong women, grabbed farm tools and even wooden sticks, roaring as they joined the battle. Before Zhang Shuye and Dong Ping arrived, Yang Zhi had managed to pull together a militia force of more than two thousand men from dozens of nearby villages. Adding to this the five hundred veterans under his command and Xu Ning's command, they made a total of three thousand men to protect Liu Hong's flank, ensuring that no one could interfere with his duel with Huyan Zhuo.

Xu Ning was completely dumbfounded.

She originally surrendered to Liangshan, thinking she could survive for a while. Perhaps if Huyan Zhuo couldn't take down Liangshan, the imperial court would grant her amnesty. Even if Liangshan was strong, could it be stronger than Wuyue, Southern Tang, or Northern Han? Weren't they all wiped out by the Song Dynasty?

However, this bandit regime has problems! Previously, Liu Hong's rallying cry drew 80,000 to 90,000 people from Jizhou, who, carrying provisions, flocked to Liangshan Marsh and attacked the main camp under Chao Gai's orders. Yang Zhi then returned and rallied the troops a second time, managing to gather over 2,500 militiamen in just a few hours from a mere county!

This bunch of bandits are nothing but lousy bums! The Song Dynasty's mobilization efficiency isn't even a tenth as fast as Liangshan's!

At this moment, Zhang Shuye and Dong Ping also arrived at the battlefield and confronted Xu Ning and Yang Zhi. Dong Ping did not utter a word, and did not even inform Zhang Shuye. He directly led his troops to launch an attack!

Yang Zhi frowned slightly. From a distance, the pair of spearmen resembled a thorny rose burning on the tip of a knife—a scarlet rainbow dress covering snow-white skin, and icy silver armor, half-concealing their exquisite yet powerful and alluring lines.

Her long, raven-feather hair was tied high, her blood-red eyes were piercing, and her delicate lips held a sweet yet provocative smile, yet the blood-red mark between her brows and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye revealed an extremely dangerous killing intent! She held a two-and-a-half-meter-long short gun in each hand, the silver blades gleaming like the whispers of death. The scarlet tassels and silver chains swayed lightly with her steps, like deadly weapons draped in gorgeous dance costumes, dazzlingly beautiful, yet chilling to the bone.

Behind her, two large banners fluttered in the wind: the one on the left read "Heroic Double-Spear General," and the one on the right read "Royal Marquis of Ten Thousand Households." She moved with the imposing grandeur of a god descending to earth, charging towards the Liangshan army.

Chapter 284: The dashing Marquis of Ten Thousand Households Destroys the Enemy's Formation and Breaks Through the Army

"I am Yang Zhi, the Blue-Faced Beast, commander of Liangshan! Who goes there?!"

Yang Zhi brandished a twelve-foot-long steel spear, rode his blue-maned horse, and boldly stepped forward, exuding a majestic and heroic aura.

"Dong Ping, Military Commander of Dongping Prefecture, is here! Liangshan bandits, prepare to die!!!"

Dong Ping laughed arrogantly and in the blink of an eye, he had already charged to within 300 meters of the Liangshan formation. Yang Zhi was completely baffled—wait, haven't you government officials realized how powerful our firearms are? Look, even Zhang Shuye doesn't dare to personally lead the charge to create the formation, so why are you, you idiot, charging ahead? Aren't you afraid of dying?!

"No one can break through here! Musketeers! Prepare!!!"

Yang Zhi raised his steel gun high, and immediately a hundred musketeers appeared behind him in three lines. More than a hundred Vulcan rifles were all aimed at Dong Ping, who was charging ahead. As soon as she got within two hundred meters, she would be shot to death.

Two hundred and fifty meters, two hundred and twenty meters, two hundred meters!

"Speed ​​is power, Blue-faced Beast, have you ever been hit by light?"

As the Liangshan muskets were about to unleash their fury, a wicked smile crept across Dong Ping's fanatical face.

Just then, a crimson streak of light pierced through the gloom on the battlefield. In an instant, Dong Ping disintegrated into frenzied beam particles. His warhorse, body, and twin guns all transformed into a pure torrent of destruction, charging forward at a terrifying speed of light!

Without dodging or blocking, only attacking and not defending, this speed of light is her most ruthless violence and most vicious killing move!

That crimson, furious light, like a runaway laser, instantly struck Yang Zhi—this was the only time she couldn't see his attack clearly. Before she could even react, her warhorse was pierced by a short spear that had accelerated to the speed of light, and her chest armor was also dented by another short spear that had accelerated to the speed of light. She was sent flying by Dong Ping! In the final moments before she flew away, the Azure Dragon's Eye saw the Twin Spear General, who had returned to his flesh and blood body from his beam particle state.

Before Yang Zhi could even land, Dong Ping transformed into a crimson halo once more. His pair of scarlet spears whistled as they tore through the air, leaving behind comet-like afterimages of flares as he charged forward once more! Wherever he passed, limbs flew, blood splattered, and weapons and armor twisted and vaporized like paper upon contact. Flesh and blood bodies turned into flying crimson blood mist before they could even scream!

The militia's makeshift antlers and barricades? She crashed straight into them at the speed of light, and the wooden stakes and stones shattered into a hail of powder and dust!

A squad of swordsmen and shieldmen? The blood-red light continued its unstoppable charge with overwhelming force! Impact! In the instant of contact, it pierced through the entire formation, creating a gaping hole melted by the intense light, with shields shattering and bones breaking along the way!

She just kept charging forward at the speed of light! Charging! Charging again!!!

Each thrust of the dual pistols created a fountain of blood and gore, filling the gaps between human flesh and steel dust. Behind them, only a straight, terrifying corridor of destruction, composed of severed limbs, broken halberds, collapsing armor, and molten mud, was left behind, as if a god had drawn a blood-stained red brush across the battlefield, marking a deadly line!

At this moment, Yang Zhi was still flying in the sky and had not yet landed. He could only watch helplessly as the scarlet streak of light crashed straight forward.

As she repeatedly struck the Liangshan army formation at pure light speed, time seemed to shatter. The swordsmen and shieldmen at the forefront, their iron shields barely having time to register contact, were crushed into scorching molten metal droplets by the violent light pressure at the point of impact! Immediately afterward, their burly bodies, as if struck by an invisible giant's hand, collapsed and exploded into fragments of blood and flesh in a fraction of a second, their three-dimensional human forms piercing through the torrent of light particles. Their heads burst open like ripe melon pulp, the red and white matter spurting out ignited by ultra-high-speed friction, turning into a brief wisp of scarlet steam.

The body, covered in fine lamellar armor, had its armor plates crumble and peel off like fragile sugar coating in an instant. The flesh and bones inside, like jam being separated in a centrifuge, suddenly expanded, tore apart, and vaporized under the absolute kinetic energy impact of the speed of light.

The person smashed by Dong Ping wasn't just one body, but everyone in the entire column! A thick, boiling, scarlet mist instantly rose from the path that the crimson Grim Reaper had traversed in a straight line. It was a mixture of thick blood plasma, bone fragments, internal organ residue, and molten metal droplets from armor.

With the speed of light, Dong Ping didn't need to swing her swords; she only needed to hold her twin pistols horizontally forward and charge. As she said, speed is power. A twin pistol general charging in a straight line at the speed of light is itself a symbol of destruction and power. Each straight charge only requires a moment of preparation time.

As she locked onto her next target, the crimson rage of her gun and her manhood erupted once more, drawing out a vacuum shriek and a scorching sonic boom cloud, crashing into the dense formation of Liangshan!

The heavy infantrymen who tried to block their way were like paper dolls, violently smashed and crushed into a mess of flesh and iron in the next relentless turn, and then completely scattered into a sky full of bloody dust by the aftershocks!

The militia ranks that attempted to form a battle line were utterly vulnerable. The iron gun barrels were melted and twisted by the high temperature of friction before they even made contact. The fragile human bodies were as if they were being hammered into the ground by an invisible giant hammer, leaving only deep, bloody craters and limb fragments and torn pieces of cloth radiating outwards.

Where the two spear tips passed, what remained was not an empty passage, but a path of purgatory composed of scorching, molten ground, viscous, sprawling flesh and blood, and a pungent, sweet-smelling crimson mist of blood rising from the high temperature.

At the edge of this bloody path, the charred marks of limb remains, instantly carbonized by the intense heat, resembled the branding marks left by a demon!

At the end of the charge, Dong Ping even crashed into a sturdy shield vehicle without flinching—the moment light collided with matter, a blinding white flash like the core of the sun erupted! The massive wooden structure covered in iron sheets collapsed, burst, and compressed wildly from the point of impact, as if struck by a sledgehammer of ten thousand tons, then transformed into a deadly storm carrying splinters, iron pieces, and human fragments, mercilessly turning the soldiers within dozens of paces into sieves!

As she moved forward, severed limbs rained down like a storm, shattered armor splattered like meteorites, and streams of blood sizzled on the scorching ground, rising up a strange and cruel mist.

After Yang Zhi landed, Dong Ping, alone on horseback, had already smashed through the entire Liangshan army formation. The two large banners behind him, surrounded by blood, fluttered in the wind.

Chapter 285: The Golden Gunner Turns the Tide

Seeing Dong Ping's ferocity, tearing a gap in Xu Ning and Yang Zhi's battle line almost instantly, the Song army erupted in a thunderous roar of celebration! Zhang Shuye waved his banner and ordered 1,500 Xiangjun infantrymen to advance.

Meanwhile, Dong Ping's five hundred cavalrymen were divided into five groups, which went around to the flanks and rear of the Liangshan army, intending to launch a fierce attack on the Liangshan army's vulnerable flanks and rear and crush the rebel army in one fell swoop!

In an instant, the earth trembled amidst a heavy and chaotic rumble. Fifteen hundred Song infantrymen, like a long-suppressed pale torrent, began to advance with heavy, thunderous steps! Beneath thousands of pale Fanyang hats were thousands of tense faces, their cold eyes reflecting a fierce determination to die.

Initially, their formation was relatively well-organized, with spears and lances forming a forest and arrows raining down, their sharp points aimed at the restless Liangshan army ahead. But after advancing no more than a hundred paces, the bugles howled wildly, and the drums beat like madmen. This poorly trained local army suddenly erupted into chaos and went out of control, splitting from a complete formation into countless roaring soldiers, surging forward and instantly crashing into the raging torrent of three thousand Liangshan troops!

At the point of impact of the two raging torrents, a massive grinding wheel of flesh and blood suddenly collapsed inward. The deafening roar of metal colliding, the muffled thud of bones shattering, the screams of the dying, and the roars of beasts exploded instantly, then merged into a destructive symphony that overwhelmed the ears! The soldiers at the forefront had no time to use any skills. The moment the two armies collided, the enormous momentum crushed and shredded countless bodies like squeezing cans.

The Jeju soldiers, charging with spears, used their momentum to pierce the chests of Liangshan militiamen. The pierced Liangshan soldiers' backs exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and fragments of their internal organs splattered onto the terrified faces of their comrades behind them! At the same time, the first rank of Liangshan militiamen also plunged their spears deep into the bodies of the Jeju soldiers. The soldiers at the forefront of both sides were quickly pierced and torn apart by countless spears.

The heart of the melee became a utterly bloody carnage! No human figures could be seen, only swirling vortexes of blood. Thousands of weapons were swung, slashed, and smashed down in a frenzy! Every second, countless severed limbs, shredded with armor, were flung into the air. The scalding blood no longer dripped, but splattered like paint, instantly turning the land into a sticky, deep red swamp.

Sparks flew as countless swords and spears struck the armor of the officers on both sides. The immense force caused the wielders' hands to split open, while the wounded spit out blood and foam mixed with fragments of internal organs.

The short-handled mace slammed into the helmets of the elite soldiers on both sides, visibly denting and deforming the hard iron helmets, cracking the skull bones and breaking the tendons, with red and white substances shooting out from the gaps; even more ruthless was the dung pitchfork swung by the Liangshan soldiers, which pierced the cheeks of Song soldiers through their eye holes, the iron tip smashing cheekbones, tearing teeth, and finally getting stuck in the jawbone, leaving the victims with only half a face, flailing their arms wildly and falling down amidst inhuman screams.

The lives of soldiers on both sides vanished and evaporated here at an alarming rate.

Soldiers whose bellies had been slashed open lay on the ground, futilely trying to cover the huge wound from which their intestines were gushing out. In the blink of an eye, they were trampled and dragged away, their internal organs splattered all over the ground. A man whose arm had been severed staggered wildly, clutching his bleeding wound, before being impaled in the throat by a spear that appeared out of nowhere.

The wounded soldiers who fell struggled in the bloody mud, and in an instant, several heavy iron boots trampled over them. Their chests collapsed and their eyeballs burst out. The blood-saturated ground could not absorb so much viscous liquid, which gathered into small, dark red streams that meandered laboriously between the iron boots and the fallen corpses.

Sparks from clashing weapons flickered in the churning blood mist like ghostly eyes. A thick, pungent stench assaulted the nostrils, a mixture of rust, the stench of entrails, and the smell of death, almost suffocating the senses.

The clanging of armored vehicles, the roar of dying soldiers, the mad curses, the terrifying sounds of flesh and bone being torn apart... This hellish core was like a giant, constantly churning vortex of flesh and blood, mercilessly swallowing both sides of soldiers and grinding them into bone fragments and meat paste!

Although the 1,500 Xiang Army soldiers organized by Zhang Shuye were not very strong, the 2,500 militiamen of Liangshan were not much better. One relied entirely on Zhang Shuye's skillful training, while the other relied entirely on Liu Hong's excessive support and fought a desperate battle!

Seeing that his infantry was being blocked by these peasants, Zhang Shuye became inexplicably angry and summoned the Thunder God.

The sky instantly surged like an inkwell, with thick, impenetrable black clouds spinning wildly, and billions of violent lightning bolts hissing, converging, and condensing! It was not lightning, but liquid lightning magma condensing into the incarnation of a lightning general!

Zhang Shuye's white hair danced wildly, his Taoist robe billowing like a flag. He raised his arms to the sky, his body seemingly transforming into a lightning rod, unleashing a thunderous roar that shattered the soul. A terrifying colossus, purely forged from the core of a violent thunderstorm, rose from the ground! His head reached the core of the cloud vortex, his eyes like two melting, blazing white stars, piercing the eyes of all living beings on earth, causing them to bleed with pain. His chest churned with the roar of a boiling sea of ​​thunder, his limbs, as thick as mountain ridges, were wrapped with billions of hissing electric pythons, and in his palms he gripped a heaven-opening thunder hammer forcibly compressed and condensed by the force of thunder. Every slight movement of the hammerhead ripped through space, producing a piercing, shattering sound like glass breaking.

This walking calamity mercilessly swung its world-destroying divine weapon, carrying the power to sink continents, and ruthlessly swung it down upon the ants-like fleeing beings below!

No mercy, no compromise, only pure annihilation! Wherever the hammer struck, the air was instantly ionized and incinerated, creating a destructive channel of absolute vacuum. Before the hammer even reached the ground, the earth below had already collapsed and cracked downwards like a fragile eggshell. At the point of contact, everything—whether it was a fortified military camp, armored soldiers, or logistical vehicles—was completely vaporized by the high temperature and pressure brought by the lightning in a fraction of a second! A blinding white ring of light instantly expanded and devoured everything! The shockwave, carrying tangible fragments of lightning, exploded violently like a supernova!

The earth was no longer shattered, but was lifted up entirely, like paper-thin waves rolling upwards and outwards, tearing and flying! The soil, along with all the living things and buildings on it, was mercilessly crushed and melted into scalding, glassy, ​​thunderous magma!

With this hammer blow, the smoke billowed like a pillar reaching to the sky, leaving behind only a massive meteorite crater several meters deep, emitting incandescent blue smoke. The crater walls were smooth as a mirror, and the molten rock gleamed with a dark red luster reminiscent of hell—like an unhealed, raging scar etched by the heavens onto the earth.

A golden figure stood proudly and unmoved in the crater.

"Commander Yang! Leave this to me! You go and guard against Dong Ping!"

Xu Ning, relying on his protective armor, withstood Zhang Shuye's lightning burst without a scratch. His hook-and-sickle spear suddenly grew to thirty meters in length, and with a burst of speed, it pierced through the lightning armor and into the hollow area inside. The hook-and-sickle on the side of the spear accurately hooked into the gaps in Zhang Shuye's armor.

"drink!!!"

With a roar, Xu Ning's thirty-meter hook-and-sickle spear instantly returned to its normal three-meter length, pulling Zhang Shuye's body out of the thunder general. Then, imitating Liu Hong's close combat skills, he headbutted Zhang Shuye, knocking him to the ground!

Chapter 286: The green-faced beast becomes a demon from the sea of ​​blood

Yang Zhi coughed a few times and struggled to get up from the ground. At this moment, she was also somewhat desperate. Although the Liangshan militia, led by Xu Ning, had held off Zhang Shuye's 1,500 infantrymen.

However, Dong Ping's five hundred cavalrymen had already split into five groups and were charging towards her! She had no choice but to recall all five hundred veterans from the front lines to the rear and flanks to withstand the heavy cavalry's rapid advance!

Just as Yang Zhi was commanding the infantry in battle, Dong Ping brandished her twin spears and charged once again. She transformed into a blood-red nightmare halo, like a living blood-red chariot, and once again attacked Yang Zhi at the speed of light! She smashed through formations, tore flesh apart, and evaporated blood. Each blood-red charge could annihilate an entire column of dozens of Liangshan soldiers!

This time, Yang Zhi's Azure Dragon Eye still failed to see through Dong Ping's attack.

Fast, incredibly fast! Speed ​​is power. When Dong Pingping raised her twin pistols and charged forward at the speed of light, not only a human body, but even city gates and walls might not be able to stop her! She relied on this terrifying speed and impact, along with her body capable of withstanding light-speed acceleration, to keep charging forward! Charge! Charge!!!

"Pfft!"

Yang Zhi coughed up blood and was once again sent flying by Dong Ping's fierce charge. The two breastplates on his chest were smashed to pieces by Dong Ping's twin spears! If it weren't for the protection of this magical armor, Yang Zhi would have been pierced through the body by those short spears!

Fortunately, Dong Ping's ability is not insurmountable. Although she can accelerate herself to the speed of light, smashing and destroying everything, she can't turn around. At this speed, she can't even turn a fraction of an inch. She can only crash straight forward!

To turn back, Dong Ping had to revert from his beam particle state to his human flesh and blood body, using his physical strength to push through the chaotic army amidst thousands of soldiers, swords, and spears, then turn around and re-lock onto himself.

This time, Dong Ping was also injured by Yang Zhi, and she was greatly shocked. Just now, Yang Zhi saw through her weakness. Dong Ping was too fast, so fast that even her own reaction speed could not keep up with her own speed of light, so she could only mindlessly crash forward.

Yang Zhi took advantage of this weakness and placed his twelve-foot steel spear in Dong Ping's path as he charged.

Forces are reciprocal; the harder Dong Ping charged, the more violently he crashed into Yang Zhi. Although he had just shattered Yang Zhi's breastplate with two shots, Dong Ping's breastplate on his left chest was also smashed to pieces by Yang Zhi. He even broke a rib.

"Very well! So you're a blue-faced beast, huh? You've got some skills!"

Dong Ping brandished his two pistols, turned around, and assumed a fighting stance, preparing for the next charge.

Yang Zhi's heart sank suddenly, not from shock, but from the suffocating murderous intent emanating from Dong Ping. That familiar, bone-chilling feeling returned—it was just like when he committed a crime in the Liao Dynasty and had to flee. It was exactly the same as when the Yellow River flooded that year and the tribute of precious stones he was escorting sank in the river!

Her cold, beautiful face, tinged with a somber expression due to a birthmark, instantly drained of color, turning ashen white. A flicker of unexpected panic crossed her usually sharp phoenix eyes. Her heart felt as if gripped by a cold, gigantic claw, each beat pounding heavily against her ribs. The deafening shouts and clashing weapons around her seemed to vanish instantly, enveloped by a soundproof curtain of water, leaving only the frantic pounding of her own heart, crushed by humiliation and fear.

Her fingers trembled slightly uncontrollably, her fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her palms—not in preparation for a counterattack, but as if bitten by a venomous snake, a chilling fear originating from the depths of her bones was rapidly spreading along her spine.

Run! Run now! I'll die if I keep fighting! This Dong Ping is outrageous! The pressure she exerts is on par with Lin Chong and Lu Zhisheng! But fighting those two was just a friendly spar; losing was just losing. But Dong Ping genuinely wants to kill me!

Yang Zhi's peripheral vision involuntarily searched the entire battlefield for an escape route.

In the face of life and death, running away is not shameful! Just like what I did back then when I angered the emperor in the Liao court and lost the tribute of precious stones before the rolling Yellow River, I just ran away! Neither the Liao nor the Song could catch me! Liangshan couldn't catch me either!

The urge to flee was so natural, so logical, like a festering sore that was oozing pus again. Especially the indigo dragon scale that clung to the corner of Yang Zhi's eye, which looked even more ferocious and eerie against her pale face, like a living creature about to burst through her skin, recording the marks left by each desperate escape, and silently urging her—a humiliating life is always better than a hopeless death.

Just then, a group of militiamen charged fearlessly toward Dong Ping! The two men were almost instantly pierced by Dong Ping's twin guns, but even in death, they clung tightly to the barrels of Dong Ping's guns, just to buy the others a fraction of a second.

The third farmer pounced from behind, grabbing Dong Ping's back and trying to lift her helmet. The last two wielded their axes, recklessly hacking at her scarlet armor, leaving only two insignificant faint scars. Even without transforming into a beam of light, Dong Ping could still tear the five men to shreds in an instant by relying on her physical strength and wielding her dual pistols.

Just then, the five of them bought enough time. More and more militiamen and Liangshan veterans rushed over fearlessly, willing to die in front of Yang Zhi, just to hold off Dong Ping for even a tenth of a second!

"Commander! Get up! We'll cover you!"

At this moment, some militiamen helped Yang Zhi up from the ground, and a veteran of Liangshan even raised his banner and roared.

"Brothers and sisters! The Great Sage Equaling Heaven promised! As long as these fresh troops don't get through, the Great Sage will definitely defeat Huyan Zhuo!!! Don't let a single government soldier pass! Do you want to return to the oppression and enslavement of the government?! Do you want your descendants, generation after generation, to live forever in the shadow of the wealthy landowner?! Jizhou may be large, but behind us is Liangshan Marsh! Brothers and sisters, charge with me!!!"

"For Liangshan! For the Great Sage!!!"

In an instant, the entire army was infected by the old soldier's roar. They knew it was like moths to a flame, but they still launched a suicidal attack on the demon-like Dong Ping!

Meanwhile, on the other side, a large number of militiamen, armed with pitchforks and bamboo poles, were directly confronting Dong Ping's heavy cavalry! One by one, the militiamen and veterans fought to the death without retreating! Even when they were knocked away by warhorses, pierced by lances, and fell to the ground coughing up blood, they still brandished their scimitars and fiercely slashed at the horses' hooves, fighting to the death for their brothers and sisters, and for their descendants!

Yang Zhi was mesmerized by this scene. His cowardice gradually faded away amidst the heroic battle of these mortals, and deep within his heart, a voice seemed to be shouting.

You've spent the first half of your life running away and hiding; are you going to spend the second half as a coward?

"As long as I, Yang Zhi, live, you won't get through here!!!"

Yang Zhi bit his lip hard, letting the blood stain his red lips even more vividly. Holding his spear, he stood up with the help of the militiamen. All traces of retreat and cowardice had vanished from his eyes, replaced only by the raging flames of war. He faced the double-spear general Dong Ping head-on.

Just as she abandoned her thought of escaping, dragon horns sprouted from her right forehead, and her right human eye, surrounded by blue scales, transformed into a blue dragon pupil. Terrifying subspace energy surged forth from her tall and beautiful body! Its force was like a tidal wave, capable of collapsing the heavens and earth.

At this moment, having overcome his fear, Yang Zhi took his final step and, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, defiantly ascended to demonhood.