Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

There was a kind-looking old man dressed simply, standing by the wooden tub, his back hunched over as usual.

"Uh, excuse me, you are..."

The old man said quite politely, "Commander Zhang, you don't need to mind me. I'm just a servant in Lord He's household, and I came with him. Lord He instructed me to help Commander Zhang change clothes and take a bath."

"That won't be necessary, I can do it myself." Zhang Renfeng came from a wealthy family, but he had never had the habit of having servants wait on him since he was a child. He felt that eating and dressing were things he could do himself, and that it was a waste of time to have someone else do them for him.

"He went to war and took you with him. What if something happens to him..."

"This old servant's life was given to him by Lord He's family," the old man said respectfully. "If I can die for Lord He, then I will not have lived in vain."

"...That's it."

Zhang Renfeng sighed inwardly, but said nothing. He untied the ropes, took off his sticky, blood-stained clothes, and said half-complainingly, "If I'm going to take a bath, I'll take a bath. Why are so many soldiers crowding around outside the tent? Are they afraid I'll drown in the tub?"

The old man's eyelids twitched slightly.

"Lord Zhang, how do you know there are soldiers outside the military tent if you haven't even looked?"

“I can hear their breathing.” Zhang Renfeng didn’t pay much attention and continued to undress himself, saying, “They’re panting like oxen.”

……

The old man's expression changed, and he suddenly threw the clothes he was holding aside, pulled out a gleaming dagger, and stabbed it toward Zhang Renfeng's heart!

"when---"

The blade pierced the flesh, but it felt like it was pressing against soft armor, unable to advance even an inch.

"How is this possible?" A look of shock flashed in the old man's eyes. "Who exactly are you...?"

"Thump—!!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Renfeng delivered a powerful backhand punch to his nose, instantly sending him sprawling, blood and foam flying, his nose broken, leaving him paralyzed on the ground. Still reeling from the shock, even the slow-witted man realized he'd been tricked. The military merits, rewards, and the opportunity to change clothes and bathe were all just a ploy to create a safe environment and lower his guard.

"So, those soldiers at the gate are also..."

Zhang Renfeng suddenly turned around.

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"kill---!!!"

Outside the military tent, shouts of battle suddenly arose. Several spears pierced through the tent flaps, and several soldiers clad in fine armor rushed in. Just as Zhang Renfeng was beginning to wonder, he had no choice but to gather his strength, slightly bend his knees, raise his arms, channel his energy, and forcefully deflect the spears thrusting from all directions!

throat.

heart.

The lungs and internal organs.

Dantian.

Lower abdomen.

Side waist.

Both legs.

Seven large spears were simultaneously thrust into different parts of his body.

“…” Zhang Renfeng gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, “Support!”

"Ta-da! Ta ...

Like metal striking stone, even with the combined strength of seven men, they couldn't withstand Zhang Renfeng's unyielding stance. His legs seemed rooted to the spot, remaining completely still. The soldiers were astonished, increasing their pressure until even their spears bent, but the situation remained unchanged.

"Hiss and helmet... indeed, they're all from the Kui Battalion." Zhang Renfeng, still possessing some strength, glared angrily and demanded, "Why? Why is this happening?!"

Ordinary soldiers, of course, wouldn't ask why; they didn't care at all.

The tent was torn open, and through the crowd, Zhang Renfeng saw the scene outside—the Kui Battalion had surrounded the tent. Several soldiers were carrying the corpse of a bandit, one of the vanguard who had accompanied him on his night raid on Yu City. They had been tricked into going there with promises of military merit and rewards, then had sacks put over their heads and were hacked to death; not a single part of their bodies was unharmed.

Like broken vessels, bright red liquid was gushing out of them and spilling onto the ground.

These heartbreaking details were all witnessed by Zhang Renfeng.

"what……"

He let out a soft "ah," and something inside him snapped completely at that moment.

What followed was an overwhelming rage.

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"Drink it—!!"

Zhang Renfeng shouted loudly, grabbed the seven spears with both arms, lifted them up and slammed them down, breaking the spear shafts with brute force!

His expression could be described as ferocious, with his brows furrowed, hair flying, and face repulsive. He seemed to be burning with rage, as if even the blood in his body was boiling!

Seven armored spearmen were knocked to the ground by the recoil, their faces showing fear. Only now did they understand why it would take such a large force, even involving the entire Kui Battalion, to besiege a mere individual.

Unfortunately, the harbinger of death has descended upon the world, and it's already too late to do anything.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his anger surged like a tidal wave!

"I want to take you all..."

From deep within his throat, Zhang Renfeng uttered this blood-stained roar, "Kill them all—!!!"

Chapter 555: The Vast World of Players in a Turn-Based Game

"Is everything cleaned up?" Inside the military tent, He Wushang put a grape in his mouth, wiped his hands, and asked casually.

What was left for Zhang Renfeng was nothing more than a carefully laid trap; the real military tent had already been moved. Meanwhile, He Wushang was discussing matters with his accompanying advisor.

"As you instructed, those ten Mountain Battalions have all been dealt with," the soldier said. "The usual procedure, dump them in the mountains?"

"No way! They've even changed into bandit clothes. We can't let them change for nothing," He Wushang sneered. "Push them into the city in carts and show those people that these are the bandits who ruined their families. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. If you want to find them, find them."

"Tsk tsk tsk, following such a master and getting nothing in return, how pathetic, utterly pathetic."

“Lord He, this matter is not over yet.” The clerk, wearing round glasses, sat to the side, smoking his old pipe, and said, “This man was a military officer, and a martial arts champion appointed by the imperial court. He’s dead, so we definitely need to find out why. It’s best to handle it cleanly, so that if it really comes up in the future, no one will push you to take the blame.”

"Haha, sir, you're overthinking it. This time it's not me who wants to deal with him, it's the governor. This martial arts champion offended a lot of people when he took office, and no one will stand up for him." He Wushang waved his hand. "Compared to that, I'm more concerned about whether, after taking over the defense, we'll stick to the old rules and plunder for three days first?"

“There’s no need. Even if they had money and grain, the bandits would have already plundered it all. We can’t squeeze any more out of them.” The advisor exhaled a puff of pungent smoke and slowly said, “Since we can’t squeeze any out of them, let them compensate us with their achievements.”

"What the advisor means is..."

“A head is a military achievement.” The clerk’s glasses were obscured by smoke, so his eyes were not visible. He said calmly, “A head doesn’t matter whose it is.”

……

Just as the two finalized their action plan after the release, another soldier rushed into the camp. However, this time, his movements were very flustered, and he almost tripped over the stones on the ground.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic? What kind of behavior is this?" He Wushang said with displeasure. "Can you even mess up such a small matter?"

"Lord He... Lord He!" The soldier swallowed hard, and even he himself could hardly believe the last part of his sentence, "The vanguard and central army of the Kui Battalion are about to be overwhelmed! You'd better make a decision quickly, whether to fight or retreat!"

"Huh?" He Wushang was completely bewildered. "What are you talking about?"

"Thump—!!"

A soldier flew in from outside the tent, piercing a large hole in it before landing heavily. He Wushang was startled and took two steps back. Looking again, he saw that his helmet was deformed, as if it had been trampled by an elephant. His breastplate was torn open like cardboard, his chest had been struck hard by a hammer, leaving it caved in, while a corresponding bulge appeared on his back. His eyes bulged out, and he could only exhale, not inhale.

"Ah...ah..."

He died quickly in front of them, and the clerk finally put down his pipe, his face filled with panic, and stood up.

They exchanged a glance, and both sensed a bad premonition in each other's eyes.

He quickly got up, grabbed his weapon, and hastily lifted a corner of the general's tent, only to witness the most impactful scene of his life.

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"He—no—scar—!!!!"

In the midst of the army formation, Zhang Renfeng roared angrily, shouting his name.

He gripped the barrel of a cannon with both arms, using it like a club, and swung it at the soldiers in front of him! No matter how encased in iron armor, a slight glancing blow would break bones and tendons. A direct hit would turn them into minced meat, like being pounded into a paste.

Normally, battles between two armies are like playing a turn-based game: first to charge, then spearmen, archers, musketeers, cavalry, siege weapons... one side gains, the other loses, one round after another. But Zhang Renfeng is like the only open-world player in this huge turn-based game, charging recklessly without any regard for consequences.

"Boom--!"

"Boom--!"

"Boom--!"

……

The cannon barrel pounded down on the soldiers, and soon the cannon's base crumbled from the immense force, leaving only the metal barrel. For Zhang Renfeng, this was even easier. The Kui Battalion had little will to fight, and encountering such a monster, they naturally didn't even have time to run. But there were too many of them, crammed together, making even running difficult. Zhang Renfeng wielded the cannon barrel and slaughtered them relentlessly!

"This...this guy..."

He Wushang felt a chill run down his spine, shivered, and felt cold from the soles of his feet to the top of his head; his lips even began to tremble. "Go...go and bring my horse, quick! Quick!"

After saying this, Zhang Renfeng, who was caught up in the excitement of the fight, suddenly turned his head and met his gaze.

……

"ah---!!!"

The commander of the mighty Kui-character battalion was so frightened by that one glance that he screamed and turned to run. At a time like this, no one could be relied on. He abandoned the entire camp, casually mounted a horse, spurred it on, pulled the reins tight, and tried to escape this hellish place.

"Whoosh-!"

A broken gun barrel flew through the air and pierced his right shoulder.

Blood splattered.

"Ugh..."

The pain shot through his shoulder as the wooden pole pierced his armor. The immense impact threw him off his horse, slamming him into the muddy ground, a bloody mess.

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"Buzz—!!"

A sharp, piercing sound rang in my ears.

He Wushang felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and countless sounds filled his ears: screams, wails, groans, and the occasional roar of a wild beast. He tried to move, but the right side of his body was completely numb, pierced through. His survival instinct still clung to him, allowing him to use his only remaining functional right hand to grip the ground and crawl, inch by inch, with great difficulty.

"Huh...huh..."

Gradually, the world around them quieted down, and even the screams disappeared without a trace.

Only the stench of blood remained, swirling silently above this terrifying battlefield.

Not even close.

It was just a tiny bit short...

……

Where are we going?

That demonic voice suddenly came from behind, "Our business isn't over yet."

He grabbed He Wushang's leg and dragged him back from the edge of the battlefield like a dead dog.

"what--!!"

During the dragging, the wound on his shoulder was torn open again, causing excruciating pain, as if a sharp blade was piercing his heart, making him scream in agony.

"Shut up," Zhang Renfeng said coldly.

At this moment, his clothes were completely stained with blood, a deep crimson.

Beneath her disheveled hair, the anger in her eyes had cooled. Like a volcano that had just erupted, it still harbored terrifying heat, threatening to incinerate everything.

Corpses are everywhere.

Zhang Renfeng kept his word and single-handedly routed the Kui Battalion, leaving them scattered like stars. He spared no one he could see.

The celestial demon lord and the earthly overlord are nothing more than this.

Facing those inhumanly oppressive eyes, He Wushang didn't hesitate for a moment and confessed directly, "It was...it was the governor! The governor gave the order; he wanted me to kill you!"

"why?"

"You...you ruined his plans," He Wushang hurriedly said. "These bandits who occupied Yu City and harassed Jinling were all under his care! As long as...as long as there are bandits, the court will rely on them to suppress them, and he...he will always hold real power. He's afraid you...afraid you'll find out about this relationship, so..."

……