I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Under the relentless onslaught of the six young masters of Ning Mansion wielding twelve silver hammers, the rebels were horrified to discover that these six men were like tireless war gods, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not break through their defenses.

Meng Juwen was shocked to see this. He had originally thought that with his 30,000 troops, as long as he captured the Taizishan granary, he would have plenty of food and equipment.

Especially the red cannons that he had always dreamed of; the training cave on Taizi Mountain contained dozens of cannons and various explosives.

Meng Juwen thought: If we could seize these divine artifacts, it would be enough to sweep across Jiangdong and even attack Dongjiang Kingdom.

He suddenly had a dream: to bring down the Dongjiang Kingdom and become emperor himself.

Suddenly, six young men appeared, and with just a pair of large hammers in their hands, they routed my 30,000-strong army, sending them fleeing in all directions.

Meng Juwen never expected that the six teenagers were also carrying explosives on their backs. The hand grenades that Long Bin had tested a few days ago, which Lu Zhusheng described as "exquisite sunflowers".

Meng Juwen was a cunning man. Seeing that a direct confrontation wouldn't work, he devised a plan.

He ordered his men to quietly circle around behind the Six Young Masters of the Ning family, attempting to ambush them from behind.

However, Ning Wuwei and his men saw through their plan. They were prepared, and at Ning Wuwei's command, the six of them immediately dispersed and fought independently.

The six men each wielded a pair of large hammers, moving with ease and navigating through the throng of horses.

From a distance, the twelve giant hammers flashed with brilliant silver light as they swung, weaving a net of attack, and wherever the hammers struck, rows of earth were knocked down.

"Huh?" Although Meng Juwen had experienced many trials and tribulations and spent decades on the battlefield, he had never witnessed such terrifying combat power.

"Whose son is this?" Meng Juwen was immediately struck by a sense of admiration for his talent.

He charged forward, spear in hand, and shouted, "Whose young general dares to oppose my army?"

Ning Wuwei swept away a group of enemy soldiers, reined in his warhorse, turned around and asked, "Who comes here? This young master's nameless ghosts who never die under my hammer."

"This commander is none other than Meng Juwen, the Marquis of Wanjiang."

Ning Wuwei laughed loudly: "How can a cat or dog be called a commander? Die!"

With a loud bang, Ning Wuwei's left-hand hammer flew out of his hand.

Meng Juwen was indeed a fierce and capable general who could command a large following.

Otherwise, who would want to play with him?

Seeing the silver hammer flying from the child's left hand, he was surprised, but he still swung his spear with both hands to sweep at the silver hammer.

Just as the spear shaft and the silver hammer were about to collide, Ning Wuwei's right-hand hammer also flew out of his hand.

In an instant, the rear hammer slammed into the front hammer with a loud bang, and the two hammers accelerated forward.

Meng Juwen had fought countless battles and met numerous generals, but he had never seen such a fighting style before.

He was thinking to himself: So this is how you can use double hammers?

bang

click

Meng Juwen's arm went numb, and the spear in his hand snapped in two.

"Wow……"

Just as Meng Juwen was about to throw away his spear and cough up blood from the shock, a figure flashed before his eyes. The young man had already caught the pair of hammers that were about to fall in front of him, kicked over his warhorse, and landed on his own horse.

"A divine being!" Meng Juwen sprang more than ten zhang away with a single swing, leaping onto a stray black horse and shouting, "Retreat!"

The six brothers dispersed and formed their own battle lines, yet their destructive power remained undiminished.

With their immense strength and superb martial arts skills, they charged across the battlefield as if it were empty.

The rebels were routed under their attack, and fled in disarray, abandoning their armor and weapons.

Ning Wuwei relentlessly pursued Meng Juwen, and his brothers chased after them relentlessly, beating the rebels so badly that they cried out for their fathers and mothers, abandoning their armor and weapons.

The Six Young Masters of Ning Mansion chased the rebel army across the Taiping River before turning back to support Cao Mengsheng, who was surrounded by 100,000 soldiers from the Dongjiang Kingdom.

Cao Mengsheng's headquarters is located on Fengshan Mountain, five miles east of Danyangji.

At this time, the area within a radius of twenty miles was completely surrounded by the Dongjiang Kingdom's troops, making communication impossible.

While leading 40,000 soldiers to defend the city, Cao Mengsheng also kept an eye on the battle situation at Taizi Mountain.

"Reporting to the Marshal, six green signal cannons have been fired from the direction of Taizi Mountain."

Cao Mengsheng's heart sank to his feet. Judging from the specifications of this signal cannon, not only had the Taizishan warehouse been defended, but the rebels had also suffered a major defeat.

Cao Mengsheng immediately perked up. He had been holding back his anger for fear that the rebels and the Dongjiang troops would attack him from the east and west, so he insisted on staying in the fortified castle.

With the surrounding invincible artillery fire, it was impossible for the enemy to breach the city.

Because he feared being seriously injured by artillery fire, Xiang Yong, the eldest prince of Dongjiang Kingdom, adopted a tactic of besieging the city without attacking.

“I’ll surround you for three months, half a year, until your supplies run out, and you’ll be defeated without a fight.” Xiang Wuwei sneered, holding the binoculars given to him by Meng Juwen. “Fatty Cao, all the divine weapons in your hands will eventually belong to me, the Crown Prince.”

Sixth Master spurred his horse and arrived at Yao Village, where he encountered troops carrying the banner of the Southern King.

The opposing defender's scout alerted, "Who's that on the other side?"

Ning Wuwei replied, "We are here to reinforce Commander Cao."

"You?" One scout looked down on the six children. Another scout stared at them, noticing the silver hammers hanging from the victory hooks of each of their horses, and asked with delight, "Are you the six hammer-wielding generals who defeated the rebels at Prince Mountain?"

"It is indeed our Ning family's sixth young master."

The scout immediately reported to the general ahead.

This unit was a special forces team secretly trained by Qian Jin, the fourth protector of Zhengyangmen, on Jeju Island.

This force of two thousand men consisted entirely of disciples of the Zhengyang Sect, each possessing exceptional agility. They had undergone a year of intensive training on a deserted island in the river.

Qian Jin, leading the first, third, eleventh, and twelfth of the Thirteen Protectors, strictly followed the training outline personally drafted by the Southern King, and today received orders to rush to Danyang's aid.

The six boys burst into laughter upon seeing Qian Jin.

"We pay our respects to Fourth Martial Uncle!"

"Haha, I knew it was you six." Qian Jin dismounted and helped the six boys up, hugged them, and was moved to tears. He murmured, "You have done a great service today. You truly deserve to be called the Six Young Masters of the Ning Family!"

Qian Jin and Lin Zhong both came from Consort Ning's guards and were extremely loyal to Consort Ning.

After exchanging pleasantries, Qian Jin said, "Wuwei, you six brothers should break into the enemy camp and deliver a message to Cao Mengsheng, telling him that tonight, with nine cannon shots as the signal, we can coordinate from the inside and outside to send Xiang Yong back to his maternal grandmother's house."

"I will not obey!"

"Don't panic," Qian Jin said affectionately. "After fighting for so long, have a hot meal before you leave."

"Uncle-Master, what's good to eat?" the six brothers asked hurriedly.

"A 30-pound fathead fish, you can eat your fill."

"Cool!"

……

After the six brothers had eaten their fill of hot food, they mounted their horses and charged straight into the enemy camp.

Half an incense stick later, Cao Mengsheng, sitting in the main tent, received a report that the enemy camp to the east was in chaos, with men and horses in disarray and a murderous aura emanating from it.

He hurriedly left the tent and climbed the city wall.

The guard handed him a telescope. He didn't want to look, but once he did, his blood boiled.

Six young generals in white robes, wielding twelve silver hammers like twelve small dragons, charged through tens of thousands of enemy soldiers, killing them until they cried out in despair.