"Quick! Hold them off!"
"Charge! They outnumber us, don't be afraid!"
No matter how Ma Teng and Han Sui shouted, the soldiers wouldn't obey. Lu Ming and his men charged relentlessly, cutting them into pieces.
Soldiers couldn't find their general, and generals couldn't find their soldiers; command was complete chaos.
Although they could counterattack, their efforts were like tiny splashes of water, quickly fading away!
Lu Ming grinned maliciously as he launched his charge, cutting down everything in his path. No one could withstand a single blow.
Where his spear passed, no enemy stood a chance; bandits were either hacked to death or had their heads ripped off.
His armor was stained crimson with blood, making Lu Ming look even more like a god of death.
Each bandit he killed accumulated a bit of rage, and now, his rage was at its maximum.
The combined forces of Ma Teng and Han Sui were forced to retreat in disarray. Every bandit soldier facing Lu Ming was terrified, their eyes filled with a predatory glint, as if they were being watched by a monstrous beast.
They felt they could be devoured at any moment; their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, even their grip on their sword hilts faltered.
Entering a state of focused concentration, Lu Ming's eyes saw only the rebels, only the enemy.
His spear flashed and recoiled like lightning, sweeping and thrusting—simple moves, yet incredibly effective at killing as many enemies as possible.
Several heads flew off, the blows targeting the vulnerable necks, bypassing the armor and chains, aimed straight for the center!
"You dog, don't be so arrogant! Take this!" A furious roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, preceded the attacker, a flash of cold light appearing before anyone could see.
It was as if space itself froze, creating the illusion that there was no way to dodge, no way to escape.
Lu Ming turned his head and saw a burly man on horseback charging towards him, spear in both hands. His legs gripped the horse's hind legs, yet he remained steady on the high-speed road without stirrups, clearly possessing considerable skill!
Generals, especially high-ranking officers, rarely engage in one-on-one combat. They had worked hard to reach their positions and wouldn't die in vain; one-on-one duels were usually the domain of lower-ranking officers.
However, if a fierce general like Lu Ming led the charge, it could easily shatter morale. Therefore, even high-ranking officers had to step forward for a duel, otherwise, it wouldn't just be death, but the entire army's rout!
Swish! Swish!
With Lu Ming's roar, his spear drew a cross-shaped slash in the air, his rage boiling, all his fury concentrated in this strike.
The overwhelming force, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, made Cheng Yi feel dizzy; the opponent's aura, like a whale swallowing him whole, engulfed him! For a moment, he didn't react, only feeling some pain, and then Lu Ming's figure disappeared.
When he tried to turn around, he found his body wouldn't obey him; his limbs were numb and he tried to move, then he lost consciousness.
He fell into eternal sleep in darkness, his last thought being, "Such fast marksmanship!"
To the surrounding rebel soldiers, Lu Ming was just a flash.
Afterwards, their kill was complete; man and horse alike were cut into four pieces, flesh scattered everywhere.
Even seasoned veterans would feel nauseous at the sight, and some new recruits vomited on the spot.
Using a long spear, he achieved the effect of a broadsword; the power of the cross-shaped slash was terrifying!
Such a bloody scene, the shock of the image, made their throats itch, their legs tremble, and they didn't even have the courage to look Lu Ming in the eye.
"Those who surrender will not be killed! Lay down your weapons and kneel to surrender!" Lu Ming roared, his blood boiling. The feeling of slaying an enemy general was incredibly exhilarating; perhaps a man's passion lies in the visceral impact of cold weapons.
"Those who surrender will not be killed!" his personal guards shouted. Following such a valiant general, like a resurrected overlord, was an honor for them!
Thump! Some soldiers couldn't help but kneel. Lu Ming continued his charge. Surrender or die! He shouted as he killed, "Those who surrender, remove your armor and charge with me! Kill!"
Removing the armor was to distinguish friend from foe. Wearing only trousers and bare-chested, it looked somewhat strange, but it was a way of severing ties with the past.
Most people wouldn't dare do this, but Lu Ming, relying on the fact that he had made Empress Song his woman the night before and had gained the support of loyal followers, could use them with confidence.
Moreover, the prisoners of yesterday's battle were being brought into the fray today.
Such a bold and reckless act truly startled Xu Huang and Jiang Qin, who were accompanying him, but they couldn't help but admire it.
Perhaps only a lord would do something like this: trust those you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust.
This charge stunned Han Sui. Cheng Yi was considered one of his most capable generals, yet he was instantly killed in a single exchange!
And brutally dismembered!
It made him want to vomit, and looking at Lu Ming's vigorous and powerful appearance, it seemed even his son-in-law Yan Xing couldn't harm him at all!
"The traitor needs to be arrogant!" a young man roared, charging towards Lu Ming, his youthful appearance displaying the fearlessness of a newborn calf.
"A traitor who dares to disrespect my lord, die!" Xu Huang, not to be outdone, spurred his horse forward. If they had to rely on Lu Ming for everything, it would make them look incompetent.
Not only could he lead troops, but he also knew how to fight!
The two exchanged blows for less than ten rounds, and the young general was beheaded by Xu Huang with a single axe stroke!
"Xiu'er!" Ma Teng cried, tears streaming down his face. Seeing his son's head severed, he was filled with immense anger and rage, yet utterly powerless!
Lu Ming watched with a strange expression. Xu Huang had actually killed Ma Teng's son?
This was getting interesting.
He wondered if Ma Teng had a daughter, perhaps named Ma Yunlu. Heh, if he did, he wouldn't be so polite!
Treat the enemy with mercy, and you will be cruel to yourself.
Fighting on the battlefield, dying on the battlefield—that's undeniable.
Being outmatched means death!
He didn't see anything wrong with killing them.
Dare to oppose him? That's suicide.
On the other hand, put yourself in their shoes. If you were in their shoes, would they let you go?
Obviously not!
So, is there any need for sympathy?
Absolutely not!