Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 932 - 932 314 The War Begins Two in One_4

Chapter 932: Chapter 314 The War Begins [Two in One]_4 Chapter 932: Chapter 314 The War Begins [Two in One]_4 His strikes were vicious and lethal, aiming for the kill with every move.

Even in such a fierce battle, his hands and his mouth wouldn’t stop, he cursed while killing, and killed while cursing.

The venom in his words and richness in his insults, the beauty and variety of his trash-talk, infuriated the encircling enemy soldiers, causing their faces to turn beet-red with eyes shooting flames.

It was incomprehensible, how could someone with such a venomous tongue survive to such an age.

In the midst of a battle so critical and risky, how could he still find the spare time to shoot his mouth off, without losing focus?

And as he so effectively drew their ire, naturally more and more enemy troops surrounded Fei Xinyu’s position, closing in tighter and tighter.

Consequently, Fei Xinyu’s ultimate move was finally about to be unleashed; he was striking to affect a swath of enemies, strike after strike…

Indeed, it was thanks to his greatly advanced cultivation that he could maintain such oppressive output for a while without faltering. At least on the surface, that seemed to be the case without a doubt.

But even though they struggled to overcome the siege, not breaking through for a long time, the opponents never sent new troops to join the encirclement.

Atop the commander’s platform, Wu Tiejun gave a soft sigh, “Truly worthy of an old battle-hardened commander!”

He then ordered the sounding of the gong to recall the troops.

Fei Xinyu, leading the pack, charged back with his men, growing more frenzied, but how could the enemy allow him to return?

It had been difficult enough to encircle him; now that they had him wrapped up like a dumpling, they were determined to keep the foul-mouthed man right there!

So they fought with even greater desperation.

As both sides engaged in a life-and-death clash, instantly, hundreds of men were unseated from their horses, dispatched to the underworld.

Yet these men, with their raw courage fueled by bloodlust, managed to halt the momentum of Fei Xinyu’s irresistible assault!

Seeing this, Wu Tiejun frowned slightly and waved his hand, “Call up the vanguard of ten thousand, strike from two directions, support the vice commander, other troops, press forward in a wing formation.”

“At your command!”

From two directions, the troops charged out like furious dragons emerging from the sea.

The whole army took up a wing formation, sides pressing forward, and barely had they moved before their might was unleashed.

Dang dang dang…

The armies of the two opposing nations also sounded the gong to recall their troops, seeing Wu Tiejun’s ill-intentions; it really wasn’t the right time for a decisive battle.

Wu Tiejun was far too well prepared.

Clashing head-on like this would be far too disadvantageous.

As the gong signaling retreat sounded from the armies of the two nations, the battlefield, previously in a deadlock, suddenly shifted. Fei Xinyu turned around, restarting his attack.

Clearly, he was taking advantage after gaining the upper hand.

“Aren’t you all out to kill your daddy, huh? Hahahaha… Sons, your dear father is right here… here, here, here, oh oh oh oh roar…”

His voice was so obnoxious that even his own troops felt a cold sweat trickle down their foreheads.

The generals leading the troops of Yan and Qi both ground their teeth so hard, they made crunching noises.

But the command had been given, and now they had no choice but to retreat. The established tactics had failed, and they were bound to follow military orders.

Indeed, I should take a moment to explain that the conflict on a battlefield isn’t simply a matter of clashing forces that decide the outcome.

Especially for those commanders seasoned in countless battles, who issue commands with extreme caution.

All kinds of probing, anticipation, wit, and bravery were involved, with endless tricks coming one after another.

To engage in a decisive battle, with a single fight determining victory and defeat…

Among such seasoned commanders, it was basically impossible.

The two opposing commanders wanted to wear down Wu Tiejun and force him to make the first move.

Once they did so, they would reveal a flaw, or rather, an exploitable gap for attack.

But Wu Tiejun clearly saw through their intentions, and while he did not fall for their trap, he also deployed a countermeasure: the Pocket Formation.

After weighing the pros and cons, the two commanders had no option but to withdraw their forces.

Because to press on in pursuit of Fei Xinyu would be to enter the enemy’s pocket.

Not only was this a foolish move, but it could also lead to a catastrophic defeat.

After the bloodshed, the battlefield finally returned to calm.

Fei Xinyu’s five thousand men suffered losses of over eight hundred, while the enemy left behind more than three times that number in bodies.

Mainly because Fei Xinyu’s men knew what was at stake: severe injuries were tolerable, as long as they didn’t result in death and could be survived.

Their heavily wounded comrades were protected and pulled out; very few engaged in a do-or-die struggle, willing to ignore their own lives to take down an enemy with them.

This also led to there being many wounded on the Qin Army’s side, but few fatal casualties.

The enemy, on the other hand, driven nearly insane with rage by Fei Xinyu, fought with reckless abandon, not caring for their lives.

Both sides cleaned up the battlefield.

Fei Xinyu returned to camp and received a hero’s welcome, much to his delight. Yet a single comment completely shifted the stance of the generals—

“You bunch of idiots, praising me really pleases me…”

No wonder the generals developed a desire to devour him, if not now, then when.

But the man, having just finished the battle and cursed a few words, went to meet the bodies of his fallen comrades.

Although it was a victorious battle, the gloom on Fei Xinyu’s face was evident to all; it was clear that he was deeply troubled inside.

This time, many old brothers had been lost.

Wu Tiejun sighed, stopping those who wanted to follow Fei Xinyu.

They all understood what he meant; let him be alone for a while, let him cry it out. Following him wouldn’t let him indulge his grief, which would make him feel even worse.

“Spring is coming… The great battle is not far off.”

Wu Tiejun looked up at the sky and sighed softly.

This battle, who knows how many brothers will be lost…

…

It was also at the moment when the spring breeze began to blow that Feng Yin quietly entered the city of Xianyang.

His cover identity had been well-established—Dong Deduo.

A pleasant-sounding and easily remembered name.

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[Speed up the pace.]