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You're the commander-in-chief! Commander-in-chief, do you even know that?! Other commanders are stationed in the rear, strategizing and protecting themselves, fearing assassination attempts. And you, not only do you swagger around at the front, dressed in all that bright red and silver, practically shouting, "I am the God of War, Ling Yuxiang! Come and kill me, openly or secretly!" You're utterly courting death!

However, when he gets angry, Feng Xinglie will never reflect on his series of even more extreme, stubborn, willful, and adventurous deeds...

[Border Storm: Chapter Twenty-One - Which Reinforcements?]

A fierce wind blows, war drums beat, steeds are spurred, and battle cries rise!

As dawn approached, an endless sea of heads covered the vast land, stretching as far as the eye could see like a boundless ocean, its source unknown. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder. The marching soldiers abruptly stopped, their footsteps landing with a tremor that sent shivers down the entire valley.

A deathly silence reigned within the Libra Valley.

The mountain was densely packed with people, leaving no way out unblocked. High above, a man clad in heavy armor smiled sinisterly.

"You never expected that the mighty War God Ling Yuxiang would die by my hand! This is truly exhilarating!"

Beside him, three burly men wore equally arrogant and ferocious smiles.

"Everyone says that Ling Yuxiang is a brilliant strategist who has never made a mistake. How come he's trapped like a coward today?"

"You dare to launch a surprise attack with a mere 20,000 troops? You really don't take us seriously! Now you've been trapped for three days, out of ammunition and food. The title of War God is nothing but empty words. Today is your death day!"

“Even the Fierce Army might not dare to confront us head-on. In fact, Feng Xinglie is much smarter than you. However, he was forced to his death by the King of Qin once and he has become so cowardly. Tsk tsk, he is no different from you, a coward.”

In the open space of the valley, a man dressed in a fiery red robe and silver armor stood with a calm expression, but his demeanor revealed an air of unwavering confidence. These aggressive words were merely meant to provoke him into battle. Although Tianping Valley was not a suitable mountainous terrain for guerrilla warfare, it was an extremely advantageous defensive position. As long as he remained in the valley, how easy would it be for those rabble to quickly eliminate him, their thorn in their side?

He originally had no intention of engaging in a verbal battle with these men, but when he heard the last few words, his eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce killing intent.

Who do you think you are! How dare you talk about that person like that?

Ling Yuxiang snorted coldly, extremely displeased. His gaze drifted to the clouds and mountains beyond the sky: "How can you comment on Feng Xinglie! He is a peerless genius of our time, his intelligence is known to all. As for whether we are cowards... Hmph, you'll find out if you try!" He suddenly threw his head back and let out an extremely hearty laugh, casually waving a cyan spear in his hand, his phoenix eyes like an eagle: "Which of you four dares to risk your life to fight this coward first?"

This sentence, though not particularly sharp, was more effective than a thousand angry rebukes, effectively silencing everyone on the allied side, including the heavily armored general.

Who would be stupid enough to confront Ling Yuxiang one-on-one? That's suicide!

Although these people are extremely fond of fame and fortune, they still need to be alive to enjoy them! Ling Yuxiang's martial arts skills are unmatched on the battlefield today, except for Feng Xinglie. Feng Xinglie was able to rescue Qingli and escape from the three thousand iron cavalry of Qingqiu, which were like an iron barrel. How could Ling Yuxiang be any less capable? Let alone one of them going up to fight one-on-one, even if the four of them went together, they would probably only be able to run for their lives.

These people were truly driven to desperation, which is why they mobilized all their forces to directly confront the Libra Valley.

Originally, upon hearing that Ling Yuxiang had ventured deep into enemy territory alone, everyone was overjoyed. To prevent him from using trickery, they dispatched an advance force of about 100,000 men, fully expecting to capture Ling Yuxiang directly.

However, they seriously underestimated Ling Yuxiang's terrifying ability to lead troops into battle!

That day, he single-handedly wielded light cavalry like a demon or a god, using the mobility of light cavalry and the formation of the Flying Feather Cavalry to slaughter more than 100,000 people, causing them to cry out for their parents and losing more than half of them! Only when his troops showed signs of fatigue did he order a retreat to Tianping Valley for rest and reorganization.

For the next three days, the allied forces took turns attacking and besieging him. Since Ling Yuxiang was already exhausted, it shouldn't be too difficult to take him down, right? Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Ling Yuxiang gave them another resounding slap in the face. No matter how many people entered the valley, not one of them came out!

After three consecutive days of unsuccessful attacks, they finally grew fearful. They summoned the heavily armored generals of the Southern Barbarians who had retreated to the surrounding areas. Upon inquiry, they learned that Ling Yuxiang's reinforcements had actually bypassed them by taking a mountain path at an astonishing speed, and had circled around to their rear! Although their total number of troops was not large, if they were allowed to coordinate their attacks from both sides, they would be the ones who suffered the most! Therefore, after discussion, they launched a joint attack, vowing to trap Ling Yuxiang in Tianping Valley today!

However, still fearing the God of War's might, the four did not dare to directly send troops into Tianping Valley, but instead shouted from afar outside the valley.

The heavily armored general chuckled dryly, saying, "I won't waste my breath on you. If you have the guts, come out of the valley and meet my army! Otherwise... hmph, my 300,000 troops can just as easily charge in and leave you without a burial..."

Before he could finish speaking, the earth suddenly shook violently! Startled, he looked up sharply towards the high mountains and saw only a multitude of warhorses and the deafening sounds of battle! A continuous army suddenly emerged from the mountains, its number unknown, and with terrifying momentum, it surged forward, riding the wind and dust!

The allied forces were filled with exclamations of alarm.

"Where did these soldiers come from?"

"I haven't heard that Ling Yuxiang has more troops!"

"This force is clearly that of a regular army! Where else on the border could you find such a powerful regular army!"

Panic was rising all around. The heavily armored general had no choice but to put aside his argument with Ling Yuxiang, shout "Quiet!" and glared angrily at the three leaders of the allied forces: "Whose reinforcements are these? Why didn't you even check Ling Yuxiang's men? Are your scouts all useless? There's not a single clue!"

One of the leaders said with a bitter face, "We are completely baffled! General, you know better than us the number of troops Ling Yuxiang has sent to Ling Kingdom. All his troops are only a mere 100,000. There are 20,000 light cavalry here, and the majority of them are traveling around the mountains and are not coming at a fast speed. Where did this evil army come from? How would we know!"

The allied forces were surprised, and there was also a sense of confusion within Ling Yuxiang's camp.

"What kind of army is that! How did they get involved in this mess?" Ling Tian's face turned ashen. If this seemingly regular army was reinforcements for the Allied forces, then they...

"Don't worry, that's not the enemy!" Ling Yuxiang, who had been silently guarding the area, suddenly spoke clearly, word by word. His eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his cyan spear danced through the air before slamming heavily on the ground. He turned, mounted his warhorse, and raised his arm, shouting, "Our reinforcements have arrived! Everyone, follow me and charge! Fight our way out and join them!"

Even though they were still completely bewildered, the loyal soldiers obeyed their commander's orders! They grabbed their swords and spears, mounted their horses, and shouted, "Charge!"

The marshal said yes, that's it! There's no need to ask so many whys!

All members of the Dark Pavilion and the Flying Feather Cavalry immediately gathered around Ling Yuxiang at top speed. With a loud and deafening roar, Ling Yuxiang led his men out of the Balance Valley!

The heavily armored general gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, "No matter where they came from, we can't let them join forces! All troops, charge! Stop them!"

Keep in mind that Ling Yuxiang also has 80,000 elite troops rushing to the scene. The situation is already bad enough. With those 80,000 elite troops, this rabble will be wiped out!

The two armies clashed violently! Ling Yuxiang's spear drew a dazzling silver light, instantly taking the lives of countless people around him! Yet he seemed completely indifferent to the fighting around him, his actions merely a primal instinct. His beautiful phoenix eyes were fixed on the sudden onslaught of the enemy army in the distance, as if he wished he could sprout wings and fly over immediately!

"Your Highness!" Ye Piao slashed at the man who tried to ambush him, then, along with Zi Mo, followed Ling Yuxiang closely, never leaving his side. His mind grew increasingly puzzled. What was wrong with the Prince? He hadn't even distinguished friend from foe before ordering the troops to be dispatched. This didn't seem like something the usually composed Prince would do! And…

"Why is His Highness staring over there? What could possibly distract him at this time?" Zi Mo was also very anxious, fearing that Ling Yuxiang might accidentally fall off his horse.

Amidst everyone's confusion, the group of people at the forefront, completely shrouded in black, suddenly pulled out something resembling a javelin stuck upside down on their backs. With a flick of their wrists, they unfurled it into the wind, creating a cloud of black clouds – it was actually a series of military flags!

Although the flag was extremely small, the black background and white lettering were so clear that they sent shivers down one's spine!

strong!

The three leaders seemed to have been struck by something; they felt dizzy and swayed, almost falling off their horses on the spot!

The Lie Army! It was actually the Lie Army, who lived so far away! They had managed to get here without anyone noticing in just a few days!

"Fire!" A powerful and extremely clear and impassioned command suddenly came from the rear of the army. The row of black flags was thrown out with a "whoosh" in perfect order. Countless screams rose and fell like eardrums, whistling through the air!

These javelins possessed extraordinary power and terrifying accuracy! A volley of javelins fired, many of which pinned allied soldiers and their horses to the ground! Some even sent men flying, piercing through several men in a row! With such terrifying strength and such terrifying accuracy, what other divine army in the world, besides the Flame Cavalry, could match them?

Before Ye Piao and Zi Mo could show any joy, the group of men in black suddenly split into two groups, creating a clear path in the middle, from which a celestial-looking general slowly rode out on horseback.

They were too far away to see clearly, but one could vaguely glimpse the extraordinary temperament of that person from that incredibly elegant and leisurely figure.

A black steed, carrying a powerful bow on his back, holding a crimson sword upside down, dressed in a pure black robe without an inch of armor, his red hair tie fluttering wildly in the wind with his long, ink-black hair—there is only one general in the world who, in their minds, can be so arrogant and proud!

"Feng Xinglie! That's Feng Xinglie!"

Someone in the allied forces shouted in a trembling voice, and the soldiers in those rows felt their limbs go weak and their courage vanished!

One Ling Yuxiang was enough to give them trouble! And now another war god, Feng Xinglie, who is on par with him, has appeared! This... this is going to be deadly!

"Your Highness!" Ling Ke exclaimed in surprise. Ling Yuxiang suddenly spurred his horse and charged into the enemy ranks all by himself, disregarding everything else!

"Xing Lie!" Almost simultaneously, Xi Suifeng and Luo Yun also shouted.

With a wave of his crimson blade, Feng Xinglie, filled with resentment and a desire to settle scores, unleashed his sword, Ta Yan, which shot out like an arrow from a bowstring, tearing a gap in the allied forces!

[Border Storm: Chapter Twenty-Two: You Dare to Scam Me?]

The entire battlefield was in chaos. The heavily armored general originally had only 30,000 to 50,000 men under his command. Most of the troops were the combined forces of the three king generals. Although these men were numerous, they were not regular troops and their mental fortitude was exceptionally low. When they were in high spirits, they would shout a few words, but once they fell into adversity, they revealed the complete flaws of a ragtag army.

Faced with an army of overwhelming force, the allied forces of the three sides had long lost the will to fight and scattered and fled, with only the heavily armored generals still struggling to hold on.

Upon seeing this scene, the heavily armored general was furious and pointed at the three leaders, cursing them.

"Damn it! Damn it! Your fine army has actually retreated in the face of battle!"

King Xianshan was originally not convinced by this military general, but now he raised an angry eyebrow and swung his broadsword backhand.

"You're not much better! You can't even track down the whereabouts of the Fierce Army. Do you think we're just working for you for nothing? Stop pointing fingers at me! Brothers, let's go! Kill this guy together, and we'll join the Fierce Army. The Wind King's reputation is unparalleled, so he won't make things difficult for us!"

At this moment, everyone understood that the situation was hopeless and was thinking about how to save their lives. The other two men also had a bright idea in their eyes. Killing this heavily armored general might be a meritorious deed, which was better than sitting and waiting to die. The three of them immediately formed a triangular encirclement around him, and hundreds of family guards also began to attack him!

In reality, Feng Xinglie only had a mere ten thousand light cavalrymen at this time. The momentum she created was merely the fear and psychological pressure brought about by the surprise attack. If her opponent were Ling Yuxiang, she would definitely not dare to use this move.

A moment's calm reflection reveals that the entire Lie army was not present. With 300,000 men fearlessly employing human wave tactics, even if they suffered heavy losses, it wouldn't be difficult to trap Ling Yuxiang and Feng Xinglie here. Unfortunately, they are an allied force, and they are fighting amongst themselves at this time.

The heavily armored general sighed inwardly, knowing full well that it was impossible to kill Ling Yuxiang today. He was furious that this golden opportunity had been ruined by these rabble. He couldn't help but sneer, and with a swipe of his giant axe in the air, a spray of blood erupted, and one of the three leaders had already been beheaded!

"Hmph, you want to kill me? You'll have to see how capable you are!"

The face beneath the armor was grinning utterly grotesque.

Feng Xinglie and Ling Yuxiang's two squads of personal guards advanced like arrows breaking through water, leaving a long gap in the allied forces wherever they went. Their speed of advance was undeniably fast. However, when Xi Suifeng and Ye Piao looked up again, they could no longer see their commander.

The two teams of guards broke out in a cold sweat, wondering what was wrong with the prince (Xing Lie) today.

What's the rush! The enemy is already in internal strife, and the refugee army has scattered and fled. Aren't the rest already theirs? A reunion is inevitable, and delaying it won't make a difference! If this reckless behavior leads to the refugee army suddenly realizing their mistake and trapping you two war gods in their army to wipe you out, then you'll truly become the biggest joke in the world!

Xi Suifeng glanced around, taking in the situation, and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "All Flame Cavalry, disperse! Engage the allied forces in melee!"

The forty-four black-clad Flame Riders scattered in all directions after a brief pause, each forming a small red circle around themselves. Anyone who got close was doomed!

Upon seeing the group disperse, Ye Piaoyao immediately realized what was happening and ordered the Dark Pavilion and all the Flying Feather Cavalry to form small teams and charge in different directions, lest the ragtag army suddenly become interested in attacking their prince.

In the very center of the army, two figures moved as if they were in an empty field, rushing towards each other with lightning speed. The surrounding allied troops could only lament that their parents hadn't given them more legs, and before the steeds even arrived, they all yelled and made way for each other. The remaining stubborn resistance of the southern vassal generals and their troops was no match for the two men's actions. Most of those who reached them only had time to swing their weapons before becoming dead by the blade or ghosts by the spear.

The two figures drew closer and closer, and with a sudden burst of energy, they soared into the sky!

Ling Yuxiang's eyes were filled with excitement as he gazed at the familiar figure soaring into the sky, exuding unparalleled elegance and grace, and that stunningly beautiful face. The joy in his heart was indescribable! His head was throbbing, the exhaustion of three days without sleep had completely vanished, his complexion was rosy, and his spirits were incredibly high!

He wasn't wrong! His prediction was spot on!

It really is her! It really is her!

As she drew closer to him, her heart fluttered more and more. Before he was even in front of her, his clear, furious roar reached her ears first.

"Ling Yuxiang! You damned bastard! How dare you trick me!"

In an instant, dozens of incredibly powerful punches rained down on him, creating a shower of sparks. Ling Yuxiang suddenly realized that it was indeed her, but this woman was no pushover! After suffering such a huge loss at his hands, could he really expect her to be friendly and affectionate upon their reunion? This was practically an attempt to murder her husband!

"Ouch!..." He couldn't help but let out a scream. Before he could think any further, he had already taken two solid blows to his face. Ling Yuxiang hurriedly slapped out a force with his palm, and dozens of subsequent punches disappeared without a trace.

The force of the punch has dissipated, but the world has gained a national treasure from this day forward.

A faint smile appeared on her lips. Ha, this punch looks fierce, but it's just to scare people. Under these circumstances, how could she really kill him? Ling Yuxiang deceived himself by ignoring the throbbing pain in his eyes and comforting himself.

After this exchange and pause, the two dismounted and mounted their horses, finally reuniting.

There were still quite a few Southern soldiers led by heavily armored generals around them. They couldn't help but think that they could kill the two men here by relying on their numbers. They grabbed their weapons fiercely and charged forward recklessly.

"Lie... do you have the strength to fight again?" That ambiguous and intimate address slipped out without hesitation, without the slightest embarrassment. Although he was on the battlefield, Ling Yuxiang looked at the person standing shoulder to shoulder with him, and his heart couldn't help but soften. He wished he could immediately kick away these irrelevant people, close the door, and face Feng Xinglie alone.

Rolling his eyes menacingly, Feng Xinglie clenched his fist and brandished it defiantly twice: "What are you so smug about? I didn't use much force just now! You'll see after the battle! I'll make you taste the true power of my fist!"

While this statement sounds harsh, its credibility remains to be seen. Their martial arts skills are roughly equal; in a real fight, neither would gain the upper hand. Fang Cai didn't benefit from Ling Yuxiang's distraction, and Feng Xinglie wouldn't have so easily beaten him into a panda.

"Watch out!" The cyan spear suddenly leaped up, piercing several men behind Feng Xinglie who were trying to sneak up on him, leaving several hideous bloody holes!

"Don't be careless either!" A crimson blade flashed before him, staining Ling Yuxiang's silver armor with a drop of blood. With a sweep of his sword, a group of men who charged forward were mercilessly slaughtered!

The two men, one wielding a sword and the other a spear, moved with incredible speed and precision. Despite having never coordinated on the battlefield before, their teamwork was impeccable and seamless. A barrier was faintly formed amidst the flashing of cold light, and the corpses on the ground around them piled up almost higher than the horses. Their ruthless, demonic presence was enough to make one tremble from the depths of their soul!

"Devil! I don't want to fight the devil!" Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer. In this hopeless situation, the last hope of killing these two had been completely extinguished. The rumbling sound from behind the mountain was incessant. Ling Yuxiang's reinforcements of 80,000 elite troops had arrived! Continuing to fight would only increase casualties!