C92 Intense War

Shao Jian held onto the black iron sword in hand, with a flick of her sword, he waved it towards the surrounding Liaoning Army, causing a crescent shaped Sword Qi to fly out, blood splattered everywhere, the sounds of his screams resonated out, and the few Liaoning Army who were at the front had their waists cut off by the powerful Sword Qi, falling onto the ground, one of the Liaoning Army's upper half bodies continuously twitched on the ground in pain, her unfocused eyes opened wide, the muscles on her face were convulsing non-stop, looking extremely terrifying.

Shao Jian's body froze. This was the first time he had seen someone show such a state of fear upon death, and he couldn't help but think repeatedly in his heart, "Am I a little too cruel …" This was probably the weakness of human nature.

However, the current situation did not allow him to have too many thoughts, being merciful to the enemy on the battlefield was the greatest injury to himself. Facing thousands upon thousands of enemies, if you did not kill the opponent, you would instantly become a ghost under the opponent's blade.

When the surrounding Liaoning Army saw their own comrades had died such a miserable death, they could not help but rush up to him with hoarse roars. Everyone wanted to avenge their fallen comrades, the cold half moon blade in the sky crazily waved, with a heart full of hatred, it chopped at Shao Jian.

Recovering from his painful meditation, Shao Jian immediately went to attack, blocking several times the impact from his own Liaoning Army, the clanging sounds of weapons clashing became one, blade light and sword shadows flew everywhere as he screamed miserably! Miserable screams! Another series of screams rang out …

The black iron sword in Shao Jian's hands had already been drenched in blood, becoming a blood red sword. In this short period of fighting and killing, he did not know how many Liaoning Army s had died under his sword, he did not know how many wives had become widows, he did not know how many infant Liaoning infants had become orphans before they could even see their father's face clearly.

This was how miserable war was. A single war could sink thousands of citizens into fire and water, and could turn a once flourishing and glorious city into ruins in an instant. Corpses piled up like mountains! Blood formed rivers! Mournful! It was tragic! The farmlands were uncultivated, tens of thousands of houses were burnt down, mountains and rivers were destroyed. The land that had been trampled by thousands of troops and horses was in complete disarray. There were no more mountains or rivers; the land was desolate.

Truly, the flames of war burned the heavens and the earth!

The people could only sigh!

There was no one left in the empty city!

Ten thousand li of mountains, rivers, trees, and valleys!

A wailing sound pierced through the sky!

The border gate was as wide as ten thousand li!

On the battlefield, Song Liao's army was fighting to the death for the sake of their country's honor, unwilling to withdraw. Yang Yanzhao, the Great Song Emperor bestowed upon the Yan Men Guan 'General Ping Liao', at this moment, he was leading the proud Yang Jia Jun of the Great Song Empire, rushing left and right.

On the left, Yang Zongbao, Su San Xiao, Chen Shaofeng and Chen Jianbing were leading the former group of Yang Jia Jun to the central area of the Liao Army. On the right, vice general Zhang Jinliang and a thousand soldiers were also rushing towards the middle area.

At this time, at the center of Liaoning Army, there was a young swordsman who was carrying a unique weapon and holding a blood-red iron sword on his back. He was fighting in the middle of the siege of the Liaoning Province, and it was none other than Shao Jian.

Shao Jian faced the sky and roared, the blood red black iron sword in his hands continued to wave, rows after rows of strong Sword Qi flew out, with a force that no one could stop, it shot towards the incoming Liaoning Army, peng! Bang! Bang Suddenly, a jingling sound rang out, and the half moon blade in the hands of the Liao Jun was split into two halves. Screaming miserably, the Liaoning Army in front was sent flying backwards, colliding with the Armoured Cavalry behind him.

The moment the warhorses were startled, the cavalry on their backs were flipped over and they ran crazily through the crowd of troops. After clashing into them, the Liaoning Army who was in a state of chaos tried her best to escape backwards, the scene was extremely chaotic, the people who were knocked to death by the horses, stepped on to death, the number of Liaoning Army who trampled on each other's feet could not be counted, the number of casualties was extremely high, blood was flying everywhere.

Under Yang Yanzhao's command, the Song Jun turned from three directions and charged towards the Liao Army to surround them.

The Liaoning Army s became even more panicked when they saw the Song Jun chasing them closely from behind, but where did their imposing Great General go? Could it be that he was afraid that Yang Yanzhao and Yang Jia Jun would escape during the battle?

He had already laid a large number of troops and traps on the road, waiting for the Yang Jia Jun to enter, just like how Yang Ye had been trapped on the golden beach back then, forcing Yang Yanzhao to surrender, because the Great had already given the order not to hurt Yang Yanzhao, and thus, the only thing he could do was to admit defeat.

This move of his was indeed vicious and ruthless. He sacrificed his own soldiers to lure the Yang Jia Jun into a trap, and from this, it could be seen that the Liaoning Emperor was willing to use any means possible to recruit talented people.

In the eyes of the Great Song, the valiant and powerful Qi Dan person was his greatest enemy. If this brilliant General Jeru was used to deal with other people, he might have done a great service to them, but he met Yang Yanzhao.

Yang Yanzhao seemed to have already expected this move, so he asked Lu Qingwen to circle behind the Liao Army and cut off their support as soon as possible.

At this moment, the General Jeru of the Liao Army had already retreated a mile away with a group of people under the protection of five Liaoning experts. In another quarter of an hour, they would reach the encirclement he had set up, waiting for the Yang Jia Jun to fall into his trap.

Just then, a small group of people appeared in front of them and blocked their way. Two flags were fluttering in the wind, one had an ancient character of 'Song' on it, and the other had a large character of 'Yang' on it. This group of people were Lu Qingwen who had come to block them.

The General Jeru in the Liao Army was startled, his eyebrows knitted together, and he continued to advance, as though all of this had nothing to do with him, following that, the two of them stopped at a distance of 10 metres, forming a formation and facing off against each other.

Lu Qingwen cupped his fists and said: "General Jeru, I, Lu, have already been waiting here for you for a long time."

The muscles on General Jeru's face twitched, but no one could feel it, and they couldn't help but think in their hearts: Yang Yanzhao actually managed to calculate that move of mine …. He chuckled and said, "So it's General Yang's left side deputy general, what a pleasure."

Lu Qingwen said: "General Yang knows that General Jeru will pass by here, so he told me to wait here.

Laughing loudly, General Jeru said, "You, General Yang, are indeed intelligent to be able to think of such a thing."

Lu Qingwen said: "General Jeru is too kind."