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  Xiahou En was a general of Cao Cao's imperial guard and the wielder of the Qinglian sword. Such a person, however, was beheaded by an unknown young general of the Liu family at Changban Slope, and the Qinglian treasure sword also fell into someone else's hands.

  The humiliation that had been circulating in Cao's camp, Xu Chu naturally knew. Before this, when he was in Jiangling, Xu Chu had heard Cao Pi several times expressing his hatred for the unknown young general, saying that if he caught him, he would cut him into five pieces to avenge Xiahou En.

  Xu Chu never thought that the legendary unknown young general would turn out to be the very person he had let go at Changban Slope, treating him as if he were nothing.

  "If I had killed this brat earlier, Xiahou En would not have died, the Prime Minister's treasured sword would not have been lost, and I would not be suffering such unprecedented humiliation today. All of this is thanks to this brat!"

  Xu Chu's eyes, filled with hatred and anger, flashed a hint of remorse, his empty-handed tiger palms clenched into fists, and the faint sound of cracking joints could be heard.

  Liu Feng's previous move was also an adventure out of desperation, although he failed to kill Xu Zhu in one fell swoop, but managed to cut off Xu Zhu's weapon, which is already an unexpected gain.

  At this time, Liu Feng lost his mount and suffered internal injuries, but he had a heavy spear and a treasured sword in hand. Xu Chu, on the other hand, was unscathed on horseback, but had lost his weapon.

  For Liu Feng, the current situation seems to have improved greatly compared to before, but Xu Chu's martial arts are unfathomable, and although he no longer has the Elephant Nose Sword, he can still barely fight with his paired swords, and he also has the Flying Stone ultimate technique at his disposal.

  The situation remains grim.

  However, fortunately, Liu Feng was not fighting alone.

  On the other side of the firewall, a thousand Cao troops were suppressed by two hundred bowmen in the swamp, and the number of deaths and injuries was rising. In the face of being unable to counterattack, they should have retreated immediately. However, Xu Chu's anger had momentarily clouded his judgment, and he leapt over the firewall, abandoning his subordinates. Without Xu Chu's orders, no one dared to retreat, and all they could do was endure the torment of the arrow rain.

  "Huo Hou, I know you want me dead and have the strength to do so. However, I also have confidence that my troops can hold out until your men are shot down."

  Liu Feng's intention was simple: he wanted to force Xu Chu to choose between his personal grudges and the lives of a thousand soldiers.

  Xu Zhu's gaze swept towards the other end of the firewall, where a bloody scene unfolded behind the raging flames. He watched as his comrades, who had followed him through thick and thin, fell one by one under the hail of arrows. At this moment, Xu Zhu's heart was in agony, like being cut by a knife.

  That face which had always been strong and resolute showed a hesitant expression for the first time.

  Xu Chu's cold and stern gaze shot straight at Liu Feng, his voice cold as he asked: "You dare not report your name?"

  At Changban Slope that time, Xu Chu similarly curiously inquired about Liu Feng's name, only then it was out of admiration, but now it is deep-seated hatred.

  At that time, Liu Feng did not dare to report his own name, for fear that Xu Chu would know his identity and take him to Cao Cao, and he would spend the rest of his life as a prisoner. However, now that Liu Feng has plans to leave Liu Bei and stand on his own, he can use Xu Chu's mouth to make his name known throughout the world, which is also a capital for seeking fame in the future.

  At this point, Liu Feng smiled faintly and said with his head held high: "I act without changing my name, sit without changing my surname, I am indeed Liu Feng."

  "Liu Feng, is he Liu Bei's fake son?"

  Xu Zhu's face showed a look of astonishment, as if he didn't dare to believe that Liu Bei could have such a young heroic son. In his astonished eyes, the intention to kill flashed again, and it was clear that after learning the true identity of the young man in front of him, Xu Zhu had somewhat changed his intentions.

  Liu Feng calmly replied, "Let's just say that, please have Hu Hou convey to Cao Chengxiang that I, Liu Feng, have long admired his reputation and will definitely come to pay my respects in person if the opportunity arises."

  "How dare you speak to the prime minister like that!"

  Xu Chu angrily rebuked him before he had even departed, when several cold lights shot over from mid-air. Xu Chu's tiger-like body flashed to the left and right, dodging nimbly, as a number of sharp arrows fell to the ground. Looking around for signs, more than ten enemy soldiers had already jumped out of the marsh and onto dry land, rushing to support Liu Feng.

  Liu Feng's mouth corners slightly rose, revealing a hint of a triumphant smile. He dared to announce his presence not just for fame, but also because he noticed that his subordinates were already on their way to reinforce him.

  Although these soldiers usually come up with hundreds of people who are not opponents of Xu Chu, now that he has no elephant nose knife in his hand, and Liu Feng's soldiers mainly use bows and crossbows, Xu Chu has already lost the ten percent chance of taking down Liu Feng.

  "You little brat, keep your head on your shoulders for now. One day I will come and take it personally." With a fierce glare at Liu Feng, Xu Chu turned his horse around and galloped towards the flames where their own soldiers were being trampled.

  Looking at the iron tower's receding back, Liu Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

  It was only then that he noticed the beads of sweat on his forehead had formed a line of water on his cheeks, and the battle robe draped over him seemed to be soaked with blood like a swarm of sticky locusts, clinging tightly to his body.

  That fearsome beast crossed the firewall, and under his command, the remaining hundreds of Cao troops reformed their ranks, advancing steadily through the dense rain of arrows, until they disappeared into the muddy road.

  In the vast wilderness, a thunderous cheer burst out, it was the soldiers in the muddy trenches celebrating this miraculous victory. More than a dozen soldiers who came to support surrounded Liu, cheering and jumping for joy, on those young faces, all revealed heartfelt admiration and delight.

  With a group of pampered and arrogant old soldiers, the first battle was a great defeat for Xu Chu, who shook the four sides with his might. Such an achievement is indeed a miracle.

  At this moment, Liu Feng, who was almost exhausted, also had a brilliant smile on his pale face.

  At dusk, after cleaning up the battlefield, apart from the 700 casualties on his own side, Xu Chu also left behind nearly 500 corpses of Cao's army. The ratio of enemy to friendly losses was almost one-to-one, which was extremely rare in Liu Bei's lifetime battles against Cao Cao.

  However, in addition to the joy of victory, Liu Feng had to face another matter.

  Several soldiers lifted up a corpse covered with white cloth, and in the big tent, a nauseating stench was faintly emanating.

  "Let's all go down and have a drink with our brothers."

  Ma Chao withdrew his troops, and the large tent was empty, leaving only him, Liu Feng, and the corpse on the stretcher.

  Liu Feng's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he subtly raised his hand. Ma Chao covered his nose and stepped forward to lift the white cloth off the corpse. A mutilated body, trampled by horse hooves, was exposed in the air.

  With a look of disgust at the blurred face, Liu Feng could still recognize that the corpse in front of him was indeed Miao Fang.

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