112 Killing Enemies With Mulled Wine (3)
Everyone’s expressions changed when they saw that this man was willing to fight to the death.
“Then I’ll leave everything to you, General Dong!” Guan Feng bowed slightly before he turned around and shouted, “Bring me some wine!”
“General Guan, please prepare the wine. I’ll go down and change my clothes first. It’s more comfortable to wear my regular clothes in a fight,” Dong Jiusheng said with a chuckle. In a battle with a Dao Master, it did not make a difference whether one wore armor or not.
Below the city gate, Dong Jiusheng stepped into a tent. He took out a gray robe from a wooden box. Just as he was about to change into it, someone suddenly opened the tent and barged in.
“General Dong, General Guan wants me to tell you something!”
General Dong turned around in confusion. However, before he could see the face of the person who had come, he felt his vision go black. He was punched in the head.
“I’m sorry for offending you.” The person fed him a pill to keep him asleep, and then looked at the gray robe in the wooden box.
* * *
On the city wall, Guan Feng saw that Dong Jiusheng had returned after changing his clothes. His entire person seemed to have changed.
“Maybe he’s been wearing armor for so long that we aren’t used to seeing him in his casual clothes.” Guan Feng shook his head and stopped thinking about it.
“General Dong!” He walked forward and was about to pour wine for Dong Jiusheng.
“Dong Jiusheng” stretched out his hand to stop him and said with a smile, “How can I drink this wine before I kill the enemy? General Guan, please send someone to mull the wine. It won’t be too late to drink it after I return from this battle.”
Guan Feng and the others were stunned. How did Dong Jiusheng become so sharp?
Guan Feng was about to raise his head and say something when he saw Dong Jiusheng walking to the city wall with a long blade in his hand. He leaped and flew down.
Guan Feng opened his mouth, but could only helplessly shake his head in the end. He instructed Peng Lu, “Go find the stove to mull the wine.”
He looked at the two sides of the city wall. The soldiers had gathered one by one and were staring at the figure who had jumped off the city wall. A glimmer of light seemed to rise in their dull and tired eyes.
“If we lose this battle, we’re as good as dead.”
Guan Feng sighed internally. Sometimes, when a spark of hope was given, what followed would be complete despair if that spark was lost.
However, if he did not take a gamble, it would not be long before they were annihilated.
He stared at the lone man who was walking further and further away from the city wall. “All my hope is on this one person!”
On the city wall, more and more soldiers gathered, but it became quieter and quieter. Everyone stared at the figure. Perhaps death was inevitable in the end, but to be able to witness a victory before death was also a kind of comfort.
* * *
Jiang Ming stepped over the corpses and rubble. Step by step, he came to the front of the enemy general, Geng Yuanlong, who was shouting.
“Who are you? State your name!” Geng Yuanlong had a long spear in his hand. He was riding on an armored horse and looking down at Jiang Ming.
Far behind Geng Yuanlong were the soldiers of the Qingxuan Army. Their flags fluttered in the wind. Their numbers were so mighty that the army covered every inch of the horizon.
This show of might was enough to cripple a regular martial artist.
However, Jiang Ming felt a sense of pride in his heart. This was his moment. This was why he was training hard all his life.
Facing a thousand troops alone, Jiang Ming’s confidence soared. He suddenly had a feeling that today was the day he would break through to the Grandmaster realm!
“A dead man does not need to know my name!” He stared at Geng Yuanlong and chuckled.
“Whatever! Then I can only erect an unnamed grave for you.” Geng Yuanlong sneered and suddenly jumped off his horse. He waved his spear, and blood Qi suddenly burst out and soared three feet toward Jiang Ming.
“F*ck, he’s so powerful!”
On the city wall, the faces of Guan Feng and the others changed. Geng Yuanlong had been hiding his strength.
“This is not good.” Guan Feng’s eyes were dark, as if he had already seen the end.
On the battlefield, Jiang Ming’s face was calm. His body suddenly rushed forward, as he held his blade. Blood Qi covered the blade, and it collided with the spear’s blood Qi.
Boom!
The blood Qi exploded, sending rubble flying everywhere.
A cold light flashed, and blood spattered everywhere.
A head rolled down.
