"With a thud", under the shocked gaze of the surrounding Yuan soldiers, this Yuan general fell to the ground like a broken sack, clearly dead and unable to die again. On his chest was a shiny iron sword, only half exposed, which was an ordinary iron sword that Zhang Feng had casually found in the military equipment department.

  The unlucky General was shot dead by Zhang Feng's long-range flying sword, and if anyone is to blame, it can only be him for being too showy, riding his horse in the formation and loudly commanding, without putting the Ming army surrounded in front of him in his eyes, naturally becoming a thorn in Zhang Feng's eye, sending you to death doesn't even need to say thank you.

  On the side, Lan Yu saw this flying sword that seemed to come from the gods and shone brightly in front of her eyes. Just now, she felt that this soldier was brave and powerful, and yet he had killed the commander of the Yuan army with one sword. What kind of martial arts talent could achieve this? Her own judgment was as accurate as ever, and among the thousands of soldiers she had selected, she had actually picked out such a talented person. After this battle is over, she must take a look at who this soldier belongs to, and then she can have a word with him and transfer him to her own command, wouldn't that be wonderful?

  Lan Yu thought he was quite good, but unexpectedly this Zhang Feng was not selected by him at all. The people he chose were all old veterans from the Beijing Garrison, while Zhang Feng was purely recruited into the bandit-suppressing army due to his Huguang origin. If it weren't for his display of martial prowess in this landing operation, Lan Yu wouldn't even know there was such a person.

  "Song Qian! Where did that little brat come from!"

  "What is it, Master Hou!" Hearing his own master's call, Song Qian hurriedly ran over.

  "I'm asking you! Did you see that sword just now? I said, what's the origin of that soldier who threw the sword?" Lan Yu also couldn't help but call out to Song Qian amidst the chaos.

  "This little one doesn't know either, your rebel army has so many people and I don't possibly recognize them all, aren't you making things difficult for me?" Song Qian spread his hands in a gesture of helplessness. Just now Zhang Feng's sword had indeed greatly boosted the morale of the remaining Ming soldiers, and Song Qian was also curious about the unassuming but skilled soldier.

  "Alright! Scram! Go to the front and give those Yuan troops a few more rounds!" Blue Jade dismissively sent Song Qian away, continuing to command the remaining Ming troops to hold their ground on the floating bridge landing site.

  "Kill! Avenge the general! Kill!" A group of Yuan soldiers shouted loudly and rushed towards Zhang Feng, their appearance was very intimidating. They were all personal bodyguards of the thousand-household leader. Now that their own officer had died under their noses, according to the Yuan army's military rules, they would all be charged with the crime of failing to protect their master, punishable by flogging or even beheading. How could they not fight Zhang Feng to the death?

  Looking at this group of people shouting in Mongolian, Zhang Feng was not afraid. Although he didn't understand what they were shouting about, their desperate fighting style brought him no small trouble.

  One of the guards was stabbed through the body by Zhang Feng, but just as he tried to pull out his knife, he found that no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge. The guard spat out mouthfuls of blood, yet his two hands grasped the hilt tightly, and with a hideous grin, he loudly called for his companions. Now Zhang Feng's weapon was being held hostage by him, and all he could do was wait to be killed by the other guards.

  Looking at the guards rushing up on both sides, although many were blocked by other Ming troops, two of them quickly came to Zhang Feng's front, swinging their knives and chopping towards Zhang Feng. The guard who was about to die smiled with his mouth open, as if he saw Zhang Feng walking with him on the road to the underworld, and this time the thousand households' hatred was also avenged.

  But he suddenly felt the knife in his chest lose its strength, and as he was about to die, he looked at Zhang Feng in surprise as he relaxed his grip on the knife. He didn't understand why Zhang Feng would smile at him after putting down his weapon, but he never knew that Zhang Feng's skills were beyond his comprehension - after all, there was still such a thing as fist and footwork in this world.

  Only to see Zhang Feng quickly release his hand, one foot kicked the guard who held his knife until death, and then stood on one foot like an old tree taking root, bent his waist and dodged the double knives that came in a dangerous and precarious manner.

  Two guards saw that this move was not feasible, and continued to wield their knives. If they didn't take advantage of the moment to kill Zhang Feng and avenge Qian Hu Chang, then later on, if he found his weapon, they themselves would also lose their lives.

  But what the two did not expect was that Zhang Feng, who had already taken this stance, could still change his body shape quickly. As he stood on one foot and kicked off the ground, his body suddenly pounced forward, and his palms were printed directly on the two people's bodies. Then these two people flew out like their thousand households.

  This scene was seen by Lan Yu, who was originally commanding the soldiers to resist, but when his eyes scanned Zhang Feng's location, he discovered that he was surrounded and in a precarious situation. Just as he was about to draw his bow to rescue Zhang Feng, this series of actions dazzled his eyes, and with a smooth escape, Zhang Feng's expression remained calm and composed.

  Lan Yu looked at the bowstring in his hand, which had just been fully drawn, and could only change direction to shoot it out. He really didn't expect Zhang Feng's martial arts to be so powerful, and it seemed that he had underestimated this person earlier. Moreover, he also discovered that Zhang Feng's moves were very different from military tactics, but rather resembled the style of a master of Jianghu Wugong.

  This reminded him of when he was a child, his brother-in-law, Chang Chunqiu, had met an old wandering knight with exceptional martial arts skills. He learned from the old man and acquired a set of solid skills, which he honed and integrated in battles to earn the reputation as Chang Wanjun, known as the greatest warrior of the Ming dynasty, invincible on the battlefield but defeated by illness.

  And he, Zhang Feng in front of him, reminded him of his own brother-in-law, who also had a foundation in martial arts and had been tempered by the army's battles, it was hard to say what level he could reach.

  The great Ming dynasty had many brave generals in the early days, such as E Guo Gong Chang Yu Chun, Yingchuan Hou Fu Youde, Deqing Hou Liao Yongzhong, Dingyuan Hou Wang Bi and so on. They were all famous for their bravery, but now only two of them, Wang Bi and Fu Youde, are still struggling to support the dynasty, and these two are already old and weak, far from their former selves. However, Zhang Feng let Lan Yu see a future great general of the Ming Dynasty rising up.

  In Xu Sheng's eyes, Zhang Feng may only reach the level of Wang Bi in the future, but in Lan Yu's eyes, he is even more outstanding. It can only be said that their positions are different and what they see is naturally different, but they both sincerely believe that Zhang Feng will surely shine brightly in the near future if he doesn't die young.

  "Master Hou! Someone's here! They've arrived!"

  Lan Yu suddenly came back to her senses and heard Song Qian's shouting voice, and couldn't help but ask loudly: "Who's here! You little devil, don't you hurry up and kill the enemy, guard the line..."

  As he said that, he suddenly listened and looked at Song Qian with a big smile on his face. Lan Yu suddenly turned around to look back, and more than a dozen pontoon bridges appeared in front of him, with a large number of Ming army soldiers rushing towards them quickly on the bridge.

  Lan Yu wiped away the water droplets on his face brought by the mist, and burst into loud laughter. He raised the long sword in his hand and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Kill!"...

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