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At this moment, outside the Heavenly Serpent Valley.

Standing atop the ruins, Han Feng gazed at the desolate scene before him—broken halberds and tattered flags scattered across the barren wasteland, rivers of blood staining the ravines—and his face turned ashen.

His narrow eyes churned with unfathomable emotions, a mixture of anger and resentment, and a hint of scheming that no one could understand. No one could fathom what he was thinking at that moment.

"Soldiers!"

Suddenly, Han Feng stood up and strode onto a high slope that had been leveled by ballistae. He drew the gleaming sword from his waist, pointed it at the sky, and the tassel fluttered in the wind.

With all his might, he roared at the entire army: "The Liangshan bandits are wolves in sheep's clothing, slaughtering the people and wreaking havoc on the court!"

"Today, here very day, you slaughtered three thousand of my comrades! Tell me, how shall this hatred be settled?"

Although the number of people who died on the battlefield was less than half of the total force, Han Feng would not say it out loud, because he already had a bad feeling after seeing the number of dead.

"Revenge! Kill the enemy!"

"Revenge! Kill the enemy!"

"Revenge! Kill the enemy!"

Han Feng's trusted captain was the first to raise his arm and shout, his voice echoing across the fields, his face filled with genuine grief and indignation.

This man, named Zhang Sheng, is a seasoned soldier who has been in the military for over ten years. He is adept at judging situations and is quick-witted and eloquent.

It was precisely because of this that he successfully latched onto Han Feng's coattails early on, and with the help of his superior, he was able to become a military captain and realize his dream of leaping over the dragon gate.

At this critical moment, after the defeat, someone needed to take the lead in boosting morale. He was good at reading people and seized the opportunity. Naturally, he was the first to stand up and loudly cooperate with his superior, completely igniting the grief and indignation in the hearts of the soldiers.

Accompanied by Zhang Sheng's hoarse shouts, a roar like a tsunami swept across the entire blood-stained battlefield in an instant.

The soldiers' eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging, and their weapons were drawn in unison, flashing with a cold light and piercing the sky with a clanging sound.

The bright, cold light reflected the crimson sunset, and the dejected and dispirited atmosphere of defeat was swept away in an instant!

"Junyi, this kid has some skills. It seems we underestimated him." Gao Lan stood behind the crowd, looking at the spirited figure on the high slope, then looked at the silver-armored man beside him, and said in a low voice.

"After all, he is the young master of the Han family and has spent his life in the army, so he naturally has his own unique qualities," the silver-armored man said softly, seemingly unsurprised.

However, despite this, he still held him in high regard.

Having just suffered such heavy losses, and with more than half of these three thousand elite troops surrendering to the enemy, it would be impossible to explain why there were less than half of the corpses on the battlefield.

Even after such a crushing defeat, he was not crushed by the setback. Instead, he used the momentum to his advantage, igniting the morale of the entire army with the blood feud between his comrades.

This third young master of the Han family is indeed no simple character!

"Soldiers!"

Han Feng stood alone on the high slope, his cloak fluttering in the wind. He looked down at the angry soldiers below, his face expressionless, but his tone remained impassioned.

"Immediately collect the remains of our fallen brothers and bury them properly with the honors due to a general. The entire army will rest for a day, and tomorrow we will break camp and set up camp, crush the Liangshan bandits' lair, and wipe out their stronghold to avenge our fallen brothers!" Han Feng declared emphatically, quickly resonating with the crowd.

In the dead of night, the darkness was as black as ink. The campfire crackled in the military camp, reflecting the cold glint of the armor of the patrolling soldiers.

Gao Lan had just removed his armor and was wiping the great axe in his hand when a soft sound came from outside the tent. It was Han Feng's personal guard.

"General Gao, the young master requests your presence."

The guard's voice was very low, with a hint of solemnity.

Gao Lan's eyes flickered slightly, and he already understood.

This was a private meeting.

Thinking of this, he leaned his axe against the table, straightened his clothes, and said in a deep voice, "Lead the way."

At this moment, inside Han Feng's central command tent, although the candlelight was bright, only two oil lamps were lit, and the flickering flames blurred the light and shadow, making the light appear dim.

The corner inside the tent was hidden in the shadows, exuding a sense of unfathomable mystery.

Han Feng had shed the heavy armor he wore during the day, and was now dressed in a dark-patterned black casual robe with wide sleeves hanging down. He stood with his back to the tent entrance, his fingertips lightly touching the location of Tian She Valley on the map, gazing at the landscape map hanging on the wall as he fell into deep thought.

Upon hearing the light footsteps outside the tent, he did not turn around immediately. Instead, he straightened his back and said calmly, "It's General Gao. Please have a seat."

Gao Lan showed no politeness whatsoever and immediately sat down at the table as instructed. Then, his gaze quickly swept across the tent, but he couldn't see a single servant, and even the tent curtains were drawn tightly.

This made him even more certain that there would be important matters to discuss tonight.

"General Gao, I believe you have also witnessed the scene of corpses strewn all over the outside of Tian She Valley during the day."

Han Feng slowly turned around, his narrow eyes gleaming coldly in the dim light, appearing exceptionally deep and unfathomable.

"Three thousand comrades-in-arms perished here. I, this young master, must avenge this blood debt from Liangshan."

Upon hearing this, Gao Lan was speechless, but he still raised his hands in a cupped-hand salute and said in a deep voice, "Young master is kind-hearted. Your soldiers will surely be moved to tears. Tomorrow, we will lead our troops to crush Liangshan and avenge the dead, wiping away our shame."

"To avenge our previous humiliation?"

Han Feng suddenly chuckled softly, the sound carrying the chill of the tent but offering no warmth whatsoever.

"What I want is not just to avenge my previous humiliation."

After saying this, Han Feng slowly walked up to Gao Lan, looked down at him, and suddenly lowered his voice, saying, "General Gao, you are also a smart man. You should know what a wise ruler is and what a dead end is in this chaotic world."

"I summoned you here today for no other reason than to ask one question: General Gao, for whom do you intend to fight with this mighty axe in your hand?"

The wind outside the tent carried a few wolf howls as it swept past, causing the candlelight to flicker violently, casting the shadows of the two people into varying lengths.

Gao Lan felt a chill run down his spine, but he remained outwardly calm. He slowly rose, cupped his hands in greeting again, and said in a voice that was neither humble nor arrogant, "My great axe has always been used to protect the territory and its people, and to fight for the lives of my men."

Han Feng stared at him for a long while, then suddenly burst into laughter, "What a fine 'protecting the borders and ensuring the safety of the people'! General Gao is indeed a man of few words!"

He raised his hand and patted Gao Lan's shoulder, his tone becoming gentler as he said, "General Gao, what happened tonight is known only to Heaven, Earth, you, and me."

Alright, go and rest now. Tomorrow, we will still need the general's strong support.

Gao Lan bowed and took his leave. As he stepped out of the tent, a sense of unease immediately arose in his heart: this young man was no ordinary person.