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Chapter 182: Swift Horse

  Xu Haifeng and others rushed all the way and soon arrived at the City West Inn.

  Although Zhebie's lightness skill was not great, with Li Mingtang this master around, how would he need to walk himself.

  As for Monkey Boy, his speed was indeed too fast, and in a few ups and downs, he had already arrived at the inn waiting with bated breath.

  "Rise and fall in!"

  His fame arrived before he did.

  Dozens of windows on the second floor of the inn opened almost simultaneously, and dozens of burly men jumped out. They stepped in a steady pace and formed a queue on the street.

  In the biting cold wind, they hold their heads high and stand upright like pines, with eyes that don't glance sideways.

  Their appearance caused a commotion on the street, which was already in chaos with people scrambling to get out of the way, and suddenly seeing such iron soldiers, everyone couldn't help but stare.

  Xu Haifeng looked at his subordinates with satisfaction, it was because of these fearless and unyielding iron-blooded warriors that he had the confidence to ultimately win this war that swept across the entire continent.

  "Lead the horse, let's go to the west gate." Xu Haifeng instructed casually, and with a movement of his body, he had already disappeared from where he was.

  "Second Master...please stay."

  A loud shout rose from the crowd with all one's might.

  Xu Haifeng felt a sense of foreboding rising from the bottom of his heart, he stopped his advancing footsteps and took a step back, already among the crowd.

  His body slid like a fish, and the crowd on the street had not yet noticed that he had already passed through several gaps in the crowd and arrived in front of the person who was speaking.

  It was just a glance, and Xu Haifeng had already recognized that this person was one of the twenty personal guards who accompanied his elder brother, Fang Xiangming.

  "What's wrong?" Xǔ Hǎifēng asked calmly, although he was quite worried in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.

  That person opened his mouth as if to speak, but then looked around and saw the sweat beads on his forehead, obviously anxious, but fearing that there were many people around, he didn't dare to speak directly.

  Xu Haifeng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he pulled his hand, disregarding the shocking and frightening scene, unfolding his light skill, soaring into the air, leaving behind only a piece of shouting and scolding, cursing without end.

  He brought him to the second floor of the inn, at this time, the inn was already empty, and only his Black Flag Army would quietly stay in place.

  "What's going on? Speak quickly." Xǔ Hǎifēng put him down and asked urgently.

  He seemed to have a premonition in his heart that if he didn't ask quickly, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

  The man said in a low voice: "At this time, the master has led all the brothers and taken the fake prince out of the city as bait."

  Xiao is Xuhai Feng this newly promoted sect master, also being scared by this sentence to the point where three souls and seven spirits went missing for half.

  A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, making people dare not stare at him: "What's going on?"

  The man did not hesitate, and told the story of how he had been left behind by Fang Zhongmou, including Li Guanying's arrival and Fang's eventual departure with his men. He spoke fluently and clearly, and it was no wonder that Fang had specially kept him back.

  "The old man instructed me to find you and bring you a message."

  "You said."

  "The old man said 'Big brother has lost his trust, please forgive him'."

  Having said that, the man took a step back, bowed to Xu Haifeng, and turned around to leave.

  However, he had just taken a step forward when he suddenly felt dizzy and found that Xu Haifeng's figure was blocking his way.

  "Where are you going?" asked Xu Haifeng.

  "The words have been brought up, and I will go follow Master now." The man raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly: "Please let Second Master give way."

  Xu Haifeng nodded slightly and said: "Alright, then you can follow me."

  He stretched out his hand and grabbed the man, suddenly rising into the air, his body in mid-air, with a whistle. The stable was stirred up, a black horse broke free from its restraints, and like lightning, it galloped onto the main street, leaping high.

  Xu Haifeng's body landed perfectly on the horseback, he raised his hand and threw the man towards Lin Changkong, shouting: "Protect his life, quickly go out of the west gate to reinforce, Monkey Kid follow up."

  Under the crotch, the dark cloud seemed to be in sync with his soul. Without waiting for orders, he spread out four hooves and flew away far away. A black shadow followed behind him, seemingly invisible. In an instant, there was no trace of him.

  A horn sounded from the main array of the Xiongnu people. The direction of the face changed, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone followed up."

  The sound of the horn was heard, and the commander in charge of the ten thousand people let out a sigh of relief.

  Although his face was covered with a thin layer of whiskers, anyone who took a glance could guess that he wasn't too old.

  At this moment, he had a deep hatred for the Han army in front of him. They were not numerous, but extremely slippery. Every time he carefully deployed his troops, he was unable to completely surround them.

  His face was slightly red, but his stubborn personality wouldn't let him give up. At this moment, hearing the sound of the horn, he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

  This is the horn of absolute killing, as soon as this signal is heard, all the Huns are involuntarily excited.

  "Kill..." The word that had been lingering in everyone's mind for a long time finally burst out fiercely from between their teeth.

  The Huns in the rear began to draw their bows and set up arrows, waiting for the Hun cavalry in front to run away, so that they could give those fleeing Han people a fatal blow.

  Suddenly, the relaxed expression of the crowd became tense again.

  Directional sound almost simultaneously also changed tactics, no longer wandering around to avoid, but followed in the back of a troops. He skillfully maintained a certain distance with that troops, neither too close nor intentionally far away, but this distance made the archers in the back row feel extremely uncomfortable.

  Their eyes revealed a hesitant and uncertain expression, at this distance, their arrows could indeed reach the Han people, but they would also fall on the heads of their own brothers. Their hands holding the bow oozed out some cold sweat, but the arrow on the bow still couldn't be shot out.

  His face turned red again, his eyes almost spitting fire, one palm firmly pressed on the waist sword, about to go down and give those despicable Han people a lesson they would never forget.

  Suddenly, a big hand was placed on his shoulder.

  He turned around in anger, about to scold, but when he saw the person behind him, his face full of anger immediately changed to unbearable shame.

  "Kanji, first time on the battlefield, commanding tens of thousands of troops, it's already quite impressive to have made it this far." The large hand that had been placed on his shoulder was pressed down heavily once again.

  Kangji suddenly raised his head and saw Baoju Eagle's sincere smile, he muttered: "Elder Eagle, you're not blaming me?"

  Kua Baiying suddenly lost his smile and advised, "Of course not, you know your opponent is Fang Xiangming, that Fang family's pride, someone even I don't dare say must win against."

  Kanji's eyes flashed with gratitude, he lowered his head and said softly: "Thank you, Eagle brother."

  With a cold smile, he turned his head and sneered: "If what he led was a twenty-thousand-strong red ocean, I wouldn't dare say I'd win for sure. But now... Hmph, thinking of escaping with just over a hundred men? Isn't that being too arrogant?"

  Xiang Ming gazed out at the Xiongnu people charging towards him like fierce demons, and let out a silent sigh.

  Kwak Yul-gwang finally took command in person.

  The one who was just in command was obviously a fledgling who had never been to war, and he managed to break through the encirclement of dozens of times more enemy troops.

  Although I don't know why, Bao Zheng surprisingly allowed such a person to be in command of tens of thousands of troops, which is like child's play and doesn't conform to his personality.

  But in his heart, he was very grateful that if it wasn't for this, how could he have persisted for such a long time.

  But now, good fortune has come to an end. The Huns have finally mobilized their most elite troops, and what follows will be a battle of life and death, with no more luck to speak of.

  It's been so long, I don't know if Your Highness has managed to escape as wished.

  He took a deep breath, discarded all distractions from his mind, held the gun to his chest and shouted loudly: "Take my bullet."

  Awa's mouth curled up at the corners, grinning wickedly, and with the dark moon board axe in hand, he chopped down on his head, wanting to split that spear into two segments.

  He narrowed his eyes, focused his energy in both arms, and raised the spearhead.

  "Ding..."

  The sound of gold and iron striking each other is clear and loud, never-ending in one's ears.

  The two of them simultaneously shifted their bodies slightly to one side, then sat back up straight again, appearing as stable as Mount Tai on the galloping horses.

  Ava's arms trembled slightly, and a faint crimson seeped from his tiger head.

  A surge of refined inner energy flooded into the numb and exhausted arms, and the loosened hands regained their gripping strength.

  The two warhorses touched and parted in an instant, already separated in a flash.

  Aba Dan'er, with a loud cry, stood up on the stirrup of his horse and shouted: "My sons, follow me to kill..."

  The direction of the sound of the silver spear flashing in his hand, like lightning, picked up a Xiongnu and threw him off his horse, shouting loudly: "Brothers, protect the lord, follow me to kill our way out."

  Over a hundred Han men responded loudly, waving their blades and charging forward without hesitation towards the Xiongnu cavalry that was pouring in endlessly before them.

  Inside the city gate, Qizhetai held a steel knife and gazed at those fleeing Han people who were dragging their families with them. A surge of furious anger rose up in his heart.

  It's all those damned Huns.

  "Big brother, look..."

  His deputy suddenly shouted loudly.

  Qijietai raised his eyes and saw that the city was filled with rolling thick smoke, and flames were rising gradually.

  "It's...the Imperial Palace." He gritted his teeth and glared around angrily.

  It was just the great fire of the imperial palace, could it be... could the imperial palace have already...

  He didn't dare think about it anymore in his heart.

  Suddenly, a flower appeared in front of his eyes, as if something had passed by his side. Then the sound of horseshoes entered his ears, and a strong gust of wind swept across his face.

  He turned back in shock, and saw that inside the west gate, people and horses were tumbling over each other, several people fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

  He turned his head towards his deputy and saw extreme shock and disbelief in his eyes.

  "What is this?"

  "It seems... it seems like a horse?" His deputy replied uncertainly.

  "A horse?"

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