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  When the fatal blow fell, at that moment, Huang Zhong's heart was filled with infinite regret.

  A lifetime of military campaigns, exceptional martial arts skills, yet ultimately only humbled himself in Changsha.

  Half of his life was spent in loneliness, his beloved son died young, and the white-haired man sent off the black-haired one, not even leaving behind a wisp of incense.

  A seven-foot-tall man, yet controlled by a mediocre scholar-official, carrying too much mud and being overly cautious. Clearly having grievances in his heart, but not even having the determination to resist.

  All sorts of thoughts were tangled in his mind like a messy ball, and the pain of being entangled made his heart suffer even more.

  This sword of Han Xuan may be able to cut off the tangled mess that has troubled him for half his life, and after one slash, he may truly be free.

  But why in the depths of his heart, a deep sense of discontent still stirred. In his ear, as if there was a voice constantly telling himself: Huang Zhong, you can't die yet!

  The sword wind howls, and the bright blade is already within inches.

  Is it going to end like this?

  With a long sigh, Huang Zhong slowly closed his eyes.

  At this critical moment of life and death, a loud cracking sound suddenly rang out, startling both the killer and the victim, who instinctively looked around to locate the source.

  Only the wooden doors of the great hall burst into four pieces, and in the midst of the flying dust, a white giant tower crashed into view.

  After a moment of astonishment, they saw clearly what had burst in, the inverted reflection of their pupils, silver armor shining like moonlight, every hair pure white and untainted, icy light flowing from the heavy silver spear, a handsome face that was both serene and intimidating, at this moment, he seemed to be a heavenly general descending from the immortal realm, tearing through layer upon layer of obstacles, charging in alone on horseback.

  It's Liu Feng!

  The nerves were shocked by Liu Feng's divine power in an instant, and Han Xuan immediately forced himself to wake up. He knew that his time of death had come, but before he died, he had enough time to take the traitorous general with him.

  Han Xuanji suddenly turned around, exposing his back to the enemy seven steps away, and the long sword suspended in mid-air swung down again.

  Even if Liu Feng rushed over and beheaded Han Xuan, Huang Zhong's head would probably have already fallen to the ground by then. The situation at this moment seemed to have reached a point where it was beyond salvation.

  At this critical moment, Liu Feng's tiger palm was wiping towards his waist, and the ape arm was vigorously swinging forward, a cold light flashing out of his hand like lightning.

  A fan-shaped silver moon flashed across his eyes, piercing through the dust in the air and pouncing towards the back of Han Xuan's head.

  Pfft!

  A faint sound of a sharp blade entering wood pierced his eardrum, and Huang Zhong only felt a cold gust of wind brushing against his face. When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to see a long sword lodged straight into the wooden pillar, its blade mere inches from his face, with fresh blood still steaming on it.

  But Han Xuan was like a statue, holding his sword motionless on the spot, his eyes wide open, his eyeballs almost popping out, with an expression as if he had experienced the most terrifying and unthinkable thing in this world.

  Time seemed to have solidified, and after a few seconds, Han Xuan's head slowly fell from his neck to the ground. The wound at the broken neck was smooth and flat, as if it had been carefully measured.

  A head covered in blood rolled to Huang Zhong's feet, then the headless corpse swayed and fell to the ground with a thud. The hot blood from the broken neck spurted out like a spring, quickly forming a large patch of crimson in front of him.

  Han Xuan is dead!

  When Huang Zhong's thoughts were still wandering between life and death, Liu Feng had already turned over and dismounted his horse to rush forward. He pulled out the Qinglian treasure sword inserted in the pillar, shook the sword flowers, cut off the ropes binding Huang Zhong, held the treasure sword upside down with both hands and smiled: "The junior came late by a step, letting the old general be frightened."

  Facing the young man who had just saved his life, Huang Zhong's mind was like an overturned bottle of five flavors, with all sorts of emotions indescribable. Huang Zhong knew that Changsha Prefecture was already Liu Feng's, and at this moment, he had no other choice but to surrender.

  After a long sigh, Huang Zhong bowed his fist and replied silently: "Thank you, Master Liu, for saving me. This great kindness, Huang Zhong has taken note of it. But I still have one more thing to ask, please allow me to ask Master Liu to agree."

  Liu Feng had used so much effort, just waiting for Huang Zhong's words. At this time, he was naturally overjoyed and said with a smile: "General, what do you want? Just say it, I will definitely agree as long as I can do it."

  Huang Zhong sighed and said, "Although Han Xuan deserved to die, he had been an official in Changsha for many years and did some practical things for the people of the county. So I want to ask you, young master, to give him a decent burial. In addition, I also want to ask you to restrain your men and try not to disturb the innocent civilians."

  Huang Zhong is not a native of Changsha, but he has been rooted in Changsha for many years and can be considered a local tyrant. Now that the change of hands in Changsha has become a foregone conclusion, the most important thing at this moment is to rely on his own ability to protect the interests of the people of Changsha as much as possible.

  Liu Feng wanted to use the two counties of Xiangdong as a base for his uprising, and naturally he needed to win over the local gentry and common people. This was a matter of buying people's hearts, and in fact, even if Huang Zhong had not asked him to do so, he would have done it anyway.

  "What the old general wants, how can I not comply?" Liu Feng laughed and readily agreed. He then turned around to instruct his subordinates who were following closely behind: "Pass on my orders, any soldier who dares to take even a needle or thread from the civilians will be beheaded without exception. Also, reattach General Han's head and body, and wait for an auspicious day, I want to personally hold a funeral for him."

  Liu Feng's order was issued, and Huang Zhong, who had been feeling complicated emotions, finally let out a slight sigh of relief.

  Han Xuan died, and the remaining county soldiers immediately collapsed, surrendering one after another. By dusk, the entire Linxiang City had returned to calm. Liu Feng ordered his troops to put out the fires on the one hand, and on the other hand, he sent troops to occupy the four gates, warehouses, and other key locations. By dawn the next day, the situation in Linxiang City was already firmly under Liu Feng's control.

  While restoring the urban commercial order, Liu Feng had sent envoys to surrender and rushed to Changsha and other counties. It is believed that under the shock of Linxiang City's fall and Han Xuan's surrender, the counties can be stabilized by proclamation.

  The next day, a heavy rain came unexpectedly.

  In the western city, many powerful families and government officials' mansions were located. In order to protect or monitor them, Liu Feng specially dispatched 100 soldiers to patrol nearby.

  At this time, the heavy rain suddenly arrived, and the hundred soldiers hid under the eaves of the houses on both sides of the street to avoid the rain. If it were an ordinary army with poor military discipline, they would have rushed into the civilian homes to avoid the wind and rain. However, under Liu Feng's strict military discipline, the soldiers could only squeeze under the narrow eaves, where the rainwater pouring down from above soaked many of their clothes and armor.

  At this time, Liu Feng personally patrolled the streets of Xiangxi City in the rain. As the de facto ruler of Linxiang City and even Changsha Jun, he held the power to kill and had an unassailable position, but Liu Feng would rather be drenched by the rain than take shelter from it in a civilian's home.

  Walking on the muddy street, letting the rain hit his face, although it was a bit unbearable, Liu Feng knew that at this moment, the civilians hiding in the door cracks and window gaps were secretly watching Liu Feng and his troops' performance, and must have been admiring their strict military discipline.

  But this is still far from enough.

  Just a few steps away, Liu Feng suddenly reined in his horse and shot a sharp gaze at a soldier under the eaves of a house. Everyone was getting soaked in the rain except for this one person who was wearing a rain cape.

  Liu Feng spurred his horse forward and shouted in a stern voice: "Where did you get that hat on your head?"

  The soldier was startled and stuttered: "I was afraid of getting the official armor wet, so I borrowed a peasant's rain hat to cover myself."

  Liu Feng's brow furrowed, and he angrily shouted: "I had a military order beforehand, whoever dares to take even a needle or thread from the civilians will be beheaded without discussion! Those who knowingly commit this crime are guilty of an unforgivable sin. Come, take him away and execute him!"

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