We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Outside Xiaguan City, the wilderness was desolate and desolate.

The Fengtian Army lined up like a mountain, and the cold light of their iron armor formed a continuous piece.

The scarlet flag with the word "Feng" on it fluttered wildly in the wind, like a burning blood cloud, pressing towards the Japanese army on the opposite side who were also on high alert.

After a brief silence, the Fengtian Army erupted into thunderous laughter:

"Fighting generals? Hahaha! Just relying on those shorty Japanese guys?"

"If their heads jump up, can they hit our knees?"

"Isn't that old thief Haibu scared silly?"

Wang Sanchun laughed so hard that he fell backwards and his beard trembled.

He strode up to Li Che's horse, clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness! The Japanese have brought this humiliation upon themselves. I will lead the charge here. I will definitely chop off a few of their heads and bring them back to boost the morale of our army!"

After these words were spoken, the smiles on the faces of the surrounding generals became even stranger.

Yang Xuan chuckled, Xue Wei's mouth twitched, and even the usually calm Ying Bu couldn't help but turn his face away.

There is no other reason. Lao Wang is extremely brave in fighting. He always leads the troops in every battle. There is no doubt about that.

But when it comes to one-on-one martial arts skills, among the Fengtian Army's many powerful generals and masters, he, Wang Sanchun... can only be considered as someone who focuses on participation.

It was not the first time that a general had overturned his car and was chased and hacked by the enemy general, and finally had to rely on his comrades to rescue him.

Wang Sanchun was so embarrassed by everyone's laughter that his face turned red. He stiffened his neck and shouted, "What are you laughing at? I, Old Wang, have been the first to fight before!"

Xue Wei immediately replied, "Yes, yes, but Zilong and Jitaihan are not here today."

"You know shit?" Wang Sanchun glanced at him, then clasped his fists towards Li Che and said:

"Your Highness, please send two fierce generals to support me. If I can't defeat them, I can attack them later. This way, I can chop off a few more of his heads."

"If a killer like Ah Qiang comes up and beats the opponent to death with one stick, who would dare to come out and die?"

When Wang Sanchun came up with his twisted logic, even Li Che couldn't help laughing.

In order to grab the credit, this guy even came up with the excuse of "sustainable development".

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Alright, Hu Qiang, Ying Bu, you two will support General Wang!"

Ying Bu and Hu Qiang responded in a deep voice: "We obey your orders!"

The two men urged their horses out of the line and stood on the left and right sides of Wang Sanchun, like two iron towers.

Soon, a piece of open space was cleared in front of the two armies.

Wang Sanchun took a deep breath and rode out.

He was wearing a heavy armor with a beast face and shoulders made of black iron, and a scarlet cloak fluttering in the wind behind him, which made him look very attractive.

In his hand he held a thick-backed machete upside down, the blade flashing with a cold light.

He rode his horse to the front of the battle formation. The 1.80-meter-tall man stood with his sword in hand, looking quite majestic.

In the Japanese army, Kaibu Munemasa nodded expressionlessly.

A Japanese general who had been waiting for a long time knocked on the horse's belly, and the warhorse neighed and rushed out of the army formation.

This man was considered quite tall among the Japanese, more than 1.6 meters tall, close to 1.7 meters.

He was wearing a blood-red Nanman suit, with a tall front object on his helmet and several small flags on his back.

In his hand he tightly grasped a spear more than ten feet long, the tip of which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The Japanese general galloped to Wang Sanchun twenty steps away and reined in his horse, holding his spear high, and announced his name in stiff Xia dialect:

"I am an important official of the Haibu Family Genealogy Department, and I am loyal to the ancients!"

"I have served my lord since I was ten years old. I have fought in thirty-six battles, both large and small, without ever being defeated!"

After saying this, he even showed off his skills: "This is the 'Dragonfly Cut'. It can cut through flying dragonflies instantly. All the famous Japanese generals are terrified when they see it!"

After saying that, he put the dragonfly on his back, looked up at Wang Sanchun opposite him, and said disdainfully:

"Who are you? Tell me your name and come to die!"

This person's voice was sonorous and full of momentum. The names and battle records he announced made the soldiers in the Fengtian Army, who were unaware of the situation, slightly agitated.

When Wang Sanchun heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

Wow! Joining the army at ten? Undefeated in thirty-six bouts? And wielding a prestigious rifle that sounds impressive!

This is definitely a tough guy!

No wonder the old thief from Haibu dared to fight the general. It turned out that he had such a master hidden among his men.

He couldn't help but tighten the knife in his hand and became secretly alert.

"Hey! Grandfather Wang Sanchun, the vanguard general under the king's command, is here to kill ignorant Japanese slaves like you!"

Wang Sanchun showed no sign of weakness in his words, but his actions were extremely cautious.

He did not spur his horse to charge forward as usual, but slowly urged it to trot forward.

He swung the sword in his hand, pretending to be both defensive and offensive, intending to test the opponent's strength first.

Two horses circled, swords and spears raised!

Dangdangdang——

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

Wang Sanchun did not dare to be negligent and used 70% to 80% of his strength. His sword skills did not require large-scale swings, but only steady and solid moves.

However, after three or five rounds, Wang Sanchun felt more and more that something was wrong.

The Japanese general's spear skills looked quite intimidating, and the dragonfly knife he used made a whirring sound when it was wielded, which looked very impressive.

But why is the force so weak?

His speed was just so-so, and his moves were just the same few straight and diagonal stabbings. It felt like he was just as good as an ordinary centurion under his command.

Wang Sanchun was filled with doubts:

Is this guy playing the pig to eat the tiger? He's deliberately showing weakness, hoping to lure me into a risky move, and then use some trick?

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. The Japanese were cunning and they had to be on guard against.

Therefore, he became more cautious in his moves.

He still focused on defense and probing, using his sword moves tightly and not giving the opponent any chance to take advantage.

Little did they know that Ben Zhonggu on the opposite side was in great pain at this moment, his heart was already in turmoil and he was terrified.

Every time the two men's swords and guns clashed, his palms became numb and his arms became sore.

Wang Sanchun's strength was like a mountain collapsing on him. He had to use all his strength to block it, and his blood was boiling in his chest.

The so-called 'cautious' sword moves seemed like a violent storm in his eyes, impenetrable and suffocating him.

Ben Zhonggu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he roared in his heart:

"Baga! How can this General Feng be so powerful? He must be the bravest general under King Feng!"

There aren't so many sophisticated moves in this world. In a life-and-death fight, size and strength are the only criteria.

No matter how weak Wang Sanchun was, he was still a muscular man of about 1.8 meters, and he had emerged from a sea of ​​blood and swords.

No matter how powerful Ben Zhonggu is in Japan, he can only bully the Japanese kids.

His so-called 36 undefeated battles were mostly about suppressing bandits and rebellions. How could he have ever encountered such elite generals as the Fengtian Army?

After barely holding on for another seven or eight rounds, Ben Zhonggu was already panting, dizzy, and his arms were so heavy that he could hardly lift the gun.

The moves were completely disorganized and full of flaws.

Wang Sanchun was even more confused at this time. The guy opposite him made so many mistakes. If he was really pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, then he didn't regard himself as a human being at all!

He couldn't help but feel angry.

He spotted an obvious gap in the opponent and didn't bother to use any sophisticated moves. He simply used the most common chopping technique on the battlefield. He used all his strength and the thick-backed machete in his hand drew a swift cold light!

This knife was powerful and heavy, as fast as lightning!

According to Wang Sanchun's previous experience in fighting generals and his height and arm length, this knife should have hit the connection between the opponent's chest and abdominal armor, which would be enough to seriously injure him and knock him off his horse.

however--

After the knife flashed, there was only a slight sound, and the long knife in his hand was extremely smooth, and there was almost no resistance.

The next second, a head with a front hood flew high into the air!

Scarlet blood gushed out of the headless neck like a fountain!

Ben Zhonggu's headless body froze for a moment before falling to the ground with a loud bang!

The battlefield instantly fell into silence.