Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

An engineer ignited a stone projectile, and the launcher raised his broadsword and slashed the rope holding the crossbar.

Whoosh...

The stone projectiles left trails of black smoke in the air as they whistled towards the city wall.

Everyone knew that the burning stone would hit the city wall.

He Yanqiang roared at the sky, Changwu Army looked ashen-faced, and Wu Gang and Zhang Tiezhu stood frozen in place.

In contrast, the Red Turban Army was in high spirits, and their siege catapults, the final weapon in the siege, were unleashed, ensuring the city walls would fall.

Rumble…

A loud bang was heard, the city wall shook, and rubble flew everywhere, dust billowed up.

As the dust settled, a three-meter-long gap appeared, like a girl's last layer of modesty being torn away, exposing her to the burly man.

The Red Turban Army was like a burly man, and Lüchang City was like a beautiful woman, alluring yet irresistible.

"It's broken, the city has fallen."

The Red Turban Army shouted excitedly, "The city wall has finally fallen!"

The dawn of victory shone on everyone's face.

"With unwavering loyalty and courage, we are determined to break through the city. Kill!"

The Red Turban Army's shouts were deafening, their morale surging like a tidal wave, determined to take over Lüchang City in one fell swoop.

The morale of the Changwu army was low, and everyone knew that they could not hold out.

Without the support of city walls, they were like lambs to the slaughter, easily torn apart by tens of thousands of Red Turban soldiers.

He Yanqiang was also in despair; the breach in the city wall was like a sharp knife, about to pierce their hearts.

At this critical moment, a figure leaped onto the breach like lightning, his eyes blazing, guarding the perilous gap alone. His appearance was like an unshakeable mountain, blocking the Red Turban Army's path forward.

"Leave this to me. Everyone prepare for battle and defend the city to the death."

Zheng Qian's roar echoed across the battlefield, reviving the morale of the Changwu army, who gripped their weapons and prepared for battle.

He Yanqiang, as expected of an outstanding general, immediately adjusted his mindset and jumped onto the wall to boost morale.

"Inspector Zheng, victory is assured, kill him."

The brothers of Changwu Army and Wujiazhai were inspired by Zheng Qian's heroic spirit. If their supreme leader was not afraid to die and guard the breach alone, what else could they fear?

The morale of the Changwu army also surged, vowing to defend Lüchang City to the death.

The Red Turban Army surged forward like a tide, brandishing swords and long-haired soldiers, shouting as they charged, rushing headlong into the breach and towards Zheng Qian.

Sword light flashed at the gap, and Zheng Qian was like a tireless machine. With each swing of his sword, Red Turban soldiers fell. Some were cut in two, while others exploded into blood flowers.

A minute passed, and Zheng Qian's sword-wielding speed did not decrease in the slightest. The Red Turban Army continued their fearless charge, but Zheng Qian did not retreat a single step, holding them all back outside the city. Even his lieutenant generals could not withstand a single round against him, all being killed with a single sword strike.

Two minutes later, Zheng Qian's entire body was stained red with the sprayed blood, and the corpses of the Red Turban Army piled up at his feet.

As time passed, their blood stained the earth, and their lives vanished under Zheng Qian's sword. Yet Zheng Qian seemed to grow stronger with each battle, his eyes filled with determination and resolve, his figure an insurmountable barrier on the battlefield.

They organized shield bearers to press forward, trying to push aside Zheng Qian at the breach and allow the warriors to enter Lvchang City to launch an encirclement and kill him, but they still failed.

The heavy sword weighed 686 jin, and his strength already exceeded 7,000 jin. When he unleashed his full power, his heavy strike approached 10,000 jin, making it virtually unstoppable. Even the shield formation formed by the Red Turban Army was no match for it.

Zheng Qian showed no signs of fatigue. A streak of red blood spread in his eyes, staining his eyeballs red. He was completely unaware of the change in his eyes, becoming more and more excited as he killed, even feeling that the gaps were too small, affecting his performance.

Taking three steps forward, Zheng Qian pushed the battle line outside the city, allowing enemies on three sides to attack him simultaneously. His heavy sword spun rapidly like a fan, leaving no intact corpse in its wake.

For every ten people he kills, a drop of mysterious liquid falls into his mind, increasing his strength by ten pounds while also restoring a certain amount of his physical and mental energy.

As long as he keeps killing and kills fast enough, he will have inexhaustible physical and mental strength, never getting tired, and becoming more and more courageous as he kills.

Three steps were not enough; there weren't enough Red Turban soldiers to kill. He seemed like a killing god from hell, expanding the area he covered, leaving behind several Red Turban soldiers' corpses with every step he took.

Gradually, the area expanded, the ground was covered with corpses, and blood flowed out in streams.

Li Cheng stood at the rear, his Second Battalion tasked with supervising the battle. Swords were drawn and bows were nocked; anyone who dared to retreat would be killed by the supervising team.

Under pressure from the supervising team, the Red Turban Army had no choice but to surround and kill Zheng Qian.

Finally, the Red Turban Army began to feel fear.

Looking into Zheng Qian's cold and bloodthirsty eyes, they trembled from the depths of their souls and couldn't help but feel a desire to retreat. Their morale began to plummet, and the pace of their attack slowed down.

A young Red Turban Army soldier burst into tears after being glanced at by Zheng Qian, his emotions collapsing as he ran towards the rear.

"Waaah, I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore."

He saw his eldest brother be cleaved in two by a single sword strike, his second brother cut in two, and all thirty-seven people from the same village were slaughtered by the demon before him, leaving not a single intact corpse behind.

The demon kept swinging his sword, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake, and he was terrified.

"He's a demon! He's a demon! We can't defeat him! He'll kill us all!"

"Captain, let's retreat. It's better to be shot by the supervisory team than to be blown up."

"Yes, if you're shot, at least you'll have a whole body, but if you get hit by him, you'll turn into a blood flower, and your soul will be shattered."

"If you won't run, I'll run myself."

"Run, let's run together."

More and more soldiers urged their captain to retreat, and the captain himself also wanted to retreat; they were just as afraid of dying.

With demons in front and a disciplinary team behind, they ultimately chose to leave their bodies intact.

One person retreated, two people retreated, and more people began to retreat, eventually turning into a desperate escape.

The supervising team promptly fired arrows, and Li Cheng, riding on horseback, slashed and killed the retreating soldiers.

"Anyone who flees without a fight shall be executed."

As he hacked away, he shouted, "Kill back! Kill back!"

However, the fleeing Red Turban Army was terrified, and no matter how the Second Battalion and Li Cheng tried to stop them, they could not halt their escape.

With red eyes, Zheng Qian ran at the foot of the city, carrying a heavy sword. He slashed down every Red Turban soldier who stayed behind to attack the city.

Thus, a comical scene unfolded on the battlefield: wherever Zheng Qian went, the Red Turban Army avoided him like the plague, all retreating and fleeing for their lives. Gradually, it became a situation where he was the only one chasing behind, while tens of thousands of people fled in front.

Zheng Qian stopped three hundred feet away.

He pointed his heavy sword at the enemy camp, and also at Li Cheng.

The red eyeballs and bloodthirsty gaze sent a chill down Li Cheng's spine. These were not human eyes; they seemed to devour a person's soul.

Zheng Qian, alone with his sword, intimidated the entire Red Turban Army.

The entire battlefield was eerily quiet, yet deafeningly so.