A Brief War: Heart Palpitations (Part 1)

Kasha looked down at the Ming Army camp below Wind and Rain Pass, his domineering aura terrifying. None of the Yuan Mongolia soldiers dared to approach him; they could only look up at him. In their hearts, Kasha was an omnipotent god.

At this moment, Leyue was also looking at Wind and Rain Pass. For three days, she had been troubled by what Lang Feng had said that day, but today she felt relieved because she finally understood who she truly loved. Therefore, she decided to tell Lang Feng today. Suddenly, as she looked at the pass, Leyue sighed.

The land between the Ming Army camp and Wind and Rain Pass had turned completely dark red. So much blood had been shed that Leyue a pang of pity. But it was precisely because of this that the Yuan Mongolia seemed to have realized the Ming Army's resilience and could not withstand such constant attacks.

300,000!

Yes, in just three days, 130,000 Ming Army and 170,000 Yuan Mongolia died. What an enormous number!

"Senior brother, this time, you must make a move!" Kasha suddenly turned to an old monk with white hair and beard and said. If Zhang Xingfeng were there, he would recognize that this old monk was the Grand Elder of Esoteric Buddhism had been in the air above the Tuoba Family that day.

The Great Elder remained calm. Faced with Kasha's question, the Great Elder could only sigh helplessly and say, "Junior brother, you want me to deal with a little girl? I really can't do it."

Kasha immediately said, "Senior brother, you can't think like that. You need to know that if you decide to attack, many of our Yuan Mongolia soldiers will die less. For the sake of our Yuan Mongolia brothers, can't you give up your so-called principles?"

The Great Elder trembled, and after a long while, he said, "Junior brother, your skill is only slightly lower than mine. I believe you are capable of accomplishing this task. You should not trouble your senior brother."

Kasha smiled bitterly, "Senior Brother, don't you know why I sent you here via telepathy? If I could capture that princess, would I still need to ask you for help? Didn't you notice the person who killed the most of our Yuan Mongolia soldiers these past two days? He had already begun his frenzied attack before you even arrived."

Kasha looked pained. "Our 170,000 brothers have died, but 30,000 of them died at his hands. His skill level seems to be lower than mine, but I can feel that his attack power is definitely no less than mine. That's why I'm so troubled. I believe you also know that this man is by the princess's side every day. I have no confidence whatsoever in capturing the princess in front of him."

The Great Elder immediately pictured this scene in his mind.

A man with eyes as cold as a wild beast appeared and disappeared like a phantom in the Yuan Mongolia army. With each flash, a head flew off and blood splattered everywhere.

A figure flashed through the Yuan Mongolia army, leaving only lifeless corpses in his wake.

"Senior brother, are you really unwilling to take action? Are you really going to stand by and watch this guy kill our grassland brothers like this? Are you really going to shatter the hopes of our grasslands for the next hundred years for your bullshit principles? If that's the case, then you are a sinner of our grasslands! A sinner!" Kasha's face was ferocious.

The Great Elder was deeply shaken: the scene of Lang Feng killing one grassland warrior after another flashed before his eyes again.

"The pursuit and expectations of the warriors of the grasslands for a century cannot be shattered in my hands, they cannot!" A resolute look suddenly appeared on the Great Elder's face.

Kasha was secretly pleased. He knew that the Great Elder had made a judgment. Kasha knew his senior brother very well; he was always so compassionate and empathetic.

"Junior brother, I still can't deal with that little girl." The Great Elder's expression was a bit serious. Kasha jumped out as soon as he heard this. "You old stubborn man, what's going on? You're still sticking to your broken principle."

"Junior brother, don't worry. Let me tell you: this time, I won't arrest that girl myself, but I can guarantee that the killer won't be able to interfere with you."

Kasha was overjoyed and said, "Senior brother, you said you've decided to help me keep that guy in check." That was exactly what he was thinking. With his senior brother's help, would that so-called Killing God still be so arrogant? Killing God was the title that the Yuan Mongolia soldiers had given to Lang Feng these days.

The Great Elder suddenly turned around and started walking down the city wall, saying softly, "Don't come looking for me. Just let me know when you decide to make your move, and I will definitely appear. I will not let the great grassland warrior's century-long pursuit be shattered."

Kasha smiled and glanced at the Ming Army camp below the city, thinking to himself, "Soon, I will completely annihilate you all."

A day later, the sky was a bit gloomy, making one feel uneasy and suffocated.

"Toot—" The bugle sounded.

Countless Yuan Mongolia warriors immediately rushed out of the city gates, their speed increasing at an astonishing pace. Hong Zhu was at this moment roughly calculating the number of Yuan Mongolia attacking this time.

The more he calculated, the more shocked Hong Zhu became.

"Marshal!" Hong Zhu shouted loudly. Upon hearing this, Old General Wang was standing nearby, immediately said, "What is it? Don't make such a fuss. You should know that you are the Vice Marshal."

Hong Zhu immediately asked, "Marshal, look, how many men did the Yuan Mongolia send out this time?"

Upon closer inspection, Old General Wang was suddenly startled and exclaimed, "It seems to be much more than before, but I don't know exactly how much."

Hong Zhu immediately said, "According to my estimate, the Yuan Mongolia."

"Five hundred thousand!" Old General Wang was suddenly startled. The entire Yuan Mongolia only had 830,000 men. The fact that they had mobilized five hundred thousand meant that their attack was definitely not the usual one.

"General Li, immediately bring up the troops of the Second Army! It seems the Yuan Mongolia are serious this time!" Old General Wang roared. Upon hearing this, a general in the distance immediately obeyed and went to carry out the order.

"Listen up, you Ming Dynasty brats! Surrender now! If you resist, we will raze the Ming Army camp to the ground and leave no one alive!" Kasha's voice was so powerful that almost everyone in the Ming Army camp could hear it.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha..." Suddenly, bursts of laughter rang out from the Ming Army camp. Almost every soldier was laughing, but they were all thinking almost the same thing, "You Yuan Mongolia, in the last few attacks, weren't you the ones who lost the most men? And you're still so arrogant."

The recent victory in battle has made these soldiers less afraid of the Yuan Mongolia.

Kasha sneered inwardly, thinking, "I want you to laugh!" But on his face, Kasha's expression turned angry, and he roared, "Eagles of the grasslands, now is the time to show your strength! Charge!"

"Ah..."

Countless Yuan Mongolia cavalrymen shouted and brandished their scimitars as they charged toward the Ming Dynasty's camp.

At that moment, a figure flashed and reappeared on the cavalry's path.

"Killing God!" The countless Yuan Mongolia cavalrymen slowed down, seemingly afraid of encountering this Killing God.

"God of War!" The Ming Army shouted suddenly, their voices growing louder and louder.

"God of War!" "God of War!" "God of War!"...

The sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. Every Ming Army soldier looked at the man who stood proudly in front of the Yuan Mongolia cavalry with excitement on his face. This was the man who had easily killed those powerful Yuan Mongolia cavalrymen.

"Form ranks!" Hong Zhu suddenly shouted, and all the Ming Army soldiers in front immediately changed to a triangular formation, the most common and practical formation.

"Charge!" Hong Zhu roared, and all the Ming Army charged toward the Yuan Mongolia with ferocious expressions. They were confident because they had the omnipotent war god by their side.

Lang Feng felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. For three days, he had been attacking and venting his anger without stopping, but he could clearly feel that his heartache was becoming more and more pronounced.

"Pfft!"

Man and horse, cut in two with a single stroke!

Lang Feng unleashed his fury once more, viewing these Yuan Mongolia cavalrymen merely as tools for his venting. He charged through the Yuan Mongolia ranks with astonishing speed. The sharpness of the horse- Lang Feng Cleaver Saber crafted from the Mysterious Sky Stone was unmatched by any other weapon.

Behind him, there were splattered bloodstains and incomplete corpses.

Only by splitting him could he feel a little better. Every Yuan Mongolia warrior he encountered was cleaved in two, including their horses.

Kasha his eyes slightly as he looked at Lang Feng, then suddenly transmitted his voice, "Senior brother, the plan begins!"

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