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Once the battle commenced, there was no time left for anyone to consider their options. Just as the officer on the flank of the camp hesitated, the retainer forces, previously suppressed by gunfire, suddenly saw a glimmer of victory. They emerged from their hiding spots behind trees, confirming there was no danger before drawing their weapons and charging towards Luzi's camp. Aside from the difficult terrain, no deadly arrows were raining down, so they rushed forward with determination, fearing that if they arrived late, they might miss out on personal glory—after all, this was proof for rewards!
"Kill! Grab the meat!"
It was unclear who shouted first, but soon the cries of battle echoed back and forth among the charging troops. The once quiet hillside transformed into a bustling marketplace or a lively festival.
Hearing the sounds of battle drawing closer, Luzi peeked out from behind a table. Seeing that Outside indeed had many people engaged in a brawl, he couldn't help but rub his chin and ponder the current situation. "Ah! Chuchu! I told you to leave with Wang Jian back then, but you wouldn't listen! Now look at this! You can't even leave now!"
Chuchu had decided to stay behind precisely to share life and death with her only family in this world. The impending life-or-death choice didn't seem daunting; even if she were to die, it was better than living alone in despair. Hearing Luzi still worry about her in such circumstances warmed her heart. Feeling tears welling up in her eyes, she quickly blinked them back. Picking up the Divine Crossbow from the ground, she stepped on the Bowstring to secure it. "Brother! You're right! Even if we know we might die, we still have to fight with all our might! With me, Chuchu here! No one can hurt you!"
Luzi had merely said that out of habit; after all, Chuchu was not a stranger. After saying this, he drew his sword and prepared to go out and support. Seeing Chuchu ready an arrow, he intended to let her find horses amidst the chaos for an escape. Before he could say anything, he heard Chuchu had already prepared herself. A big man shouldn't be protected by a woman; after all, he relied on his looks to survive! He held back those words but remained silent as Chuchu shot an arrow.
Although Thirteen had practiced martial arts over the years, opportunities for actual combat were rare. Xiang Zeng was different; due to his exceptional swordsmanship, he often accompanied Wei Wujie into fights. Moreover, since Thirteen learned martial arts from Xiang Zeng, he found himself at a disadvantage during their encounters. The openings that appeared were quickly exploited by Xiang Zeng, leaving Thirteen with several cuts after just a few exchanges. The red liquid seeping from his wounds stained most of his clothes and pants red; he now looked almost like a blood-soaked figure. This wasn't Xiang Zeng's intention; he aimed for quick kills each time but found that Thirteen managed to evade every lethal strike.
After another round of their standoff ended, Sun Thirteen's left side was torn open by a deep cut. The taut skin showed no immediate signs of distress but suddenly revealed a white gap that turned into a red line as blood began to seep out. If he hadn't felt it before, the blood oozing from his side made him wince in pain. The injuries elsewhere on his body were manageable since they wouldn't hinder major movements. In contrast, the wound inflicted by Xiang Zeng seemed more severe.
Fortunately! If he hadn't dodged just in time earlier, his vital organs would have been seriously compromised! Thirteen raised his hand to signal for a pause and tried lifting his left arm but felt a sharp pain tugging at him. He had no choice but to switch his sword to his left hand while using his right hand to tear off part of his sleeve and slowly wrap it around the wound at his side. Completing this action felt like it took an eternity as crimson droplets fell from the tip of his Bronze Sword onto the grass below.
"Sun Thirteen! Listen to me!"
Xiang Zeng quietly observed this bloodied figure across from him; a fire long extinguished within him suddenly reignited in his chest. If earlier he had aimed for a decisive blow, now he found himself deeply moved by Thirteen's stubbornness and resolve.
This is the spirit of my Qin people—the courage that prefers bending rather than breaking! Over these years following Xingling Jun, he had encountered many skilled fighters but rarely met someone with such soul-stirring conviction. Didn't he once possess that same belief? He had always thought he still held onto it until this moment when he realized it had been lost for many years. Remembering it now felt so familiar; it truly brought back memories!
But... I can never go back!
Thinking this, I looked up at the sky in the west, only to find that it had been obscured by heavy fog. Perhaps this was a sign of my future; heaven would no longer allow a traitor to find their way home! However! The young man standing opposite me could still return!
"Sun Thirteen! You should just surrender! Your identity is nothing more than that of a horseman. At that time, I can ask Xingling Jun for a favor. Listen to me, my master is kind-hearted, and I believe he will let you go!"
Sun Thirteen looked down at the Bronze Sword in his hand and then turned to see that the fog had already hidden the sun outside. The wind would pass, and the sky would clear; I believed that soon we would see bright sunlight! Proudly lifting his head, he coldly stared at this former Great Qin soldier. "Ever since I understood things, I have only learned how to fight on the battlefield as a Qin Family Disciple. I have never known what it means to kneel and surrender! You are just a Wei Kingdom person; how could you understand these things?!"
These words deeply pierced the heart of the traitor, and his previously soft heart instantly hardened like iron. "Shut your mouth! The world belongs to my Zhou Tianzi; where does all this nonsense come from?!" With that, he shook the Bronze Sword in his hand. "Since you refuse to listen to good advice, come and take my life!"
Sun Thirteen was already prepared; upon hearing this, he immediately drew a sword flower and charged forward. "Kill!" With a roar, the sharp blade swung out, instantly creating a spray of blood.
As the two passed each other, Thirteen had already made preparations for mutual destruction with his enemy. The feeling in his hand was incredibly real; he could clearly feel the sword striking its target. Yet at this moment, his body showed no discomfort, and looking down, he saw no new wounds on himself. Hearing a heavy thud behind him, he turned to see Xiang Zeng had already been decapitated. What was happening? It was simply a miracle!
The retainers who had been watching from the side were mere spectators; they saw everything unfold before their eyes. They could see the fear in each other's eyes and began to turn and flee in all directions outside the camp. Sun Thirteen, still dazed by what had just happened, straightened up and stood firm. A surge of pride rose within him as he stood before a thousand troops and horses; no wonder everyone dreams of becoming a great general—this feeling was so exhilarating!
The retainers who followed behind had not yet understood what had happened ahead when they saw those who had charged into the camp fleeing as if they had seen ghosts. Just as they wanted to stop and inquire, they saw people on both sides falling to arrows.
Damn it! What else is there to ask? It's better to escape first and ask later!
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