Zhang Yuan, If You Survive, What Do You Want to Do?

Duan Hong froze, a crazed look appearing on his face as he roared and charged toward the rocky cliff.

Whoosh—

Dozens of Long Arrows shot out from the rocks.

The bodies of the civilians charging at the front were pierced through.

Retreat—

Hu Chunniu's face flushed crimson. He flung off his basket, dragged a civilian beside him who had been struck in the chest by an arrow, and Retreated.

Dozens of Yan Army soldiers charged out from the rocks. Two Qin Army soldiers at the front rushed forward, but after exchanging several moves, their bodies were pierced through and they fell to the ground.

Duan Hong's company had only a dozen or so soldiers capable of fighting to begin with. More than half had already been killed or wounded.

The Yan Army soldiers who had emerged from the rocks Wielded their weapons and scattered the civilians and wounded soldiers. They did not care who was a civilian and who was a soldier; whoever they saw, they charged in to kill, sabers and spears striking together.

Zhang Yuan's eyes had already turned bloodshot.

He hated himself for not spotting the ambush sooner.

As he ran, the dotted grid lines before Zhang Yuan's eyes separated the positions of every Yan Army soldier and tree.

Kill—

With a thunderous roar, Zhang Yuan had already rushed before a Yan Army soldier Wielding a spear.

His long saber rose as Zhang Yuan's feet did not slow in the slightest.

Clang—

Saber and spear collided. The tremendous force wrapped around Zhang Yuan's blade jolted the other man's entire body. His body involuntarily Retreated, crashing into a thorny bush before rolling to the ground.

Before that Yan Army soldier could rise, Zhang Yuan stepped left with his Horizontal Saber. His long saber drew an arc of light, and borrowing the force of his body's turn, he slashed heavily across.

Bang—

The long saber struck the shield of a Yan Army soldier Wielding a shield.

The shield-bearing soldier's arm could not bear the force. His shield slammed into his own chest, his face went pale, and he spat blood as he staggered backward.

Zhang Yuan had already unleashed the force of the Mountain Yue Saber Technique in that strike. Its power exceeded a Thousand Jin Strength, and the shield-bearing Yan Army soldier was as though he had been knocked down by a galloping horse.

After sweeping out with his saber, Zhang Yuan did not stop at all, instead charging toward another Yan Army soldier thrusting a spear from the other side.

Within the forest, the man could not find his aim with the spear. Zhang Yuan pressed his blade forward, following the shaft to slice at the man's fingers.

Zhang Yuan advanced; the other man Retreated.

Between advance and retreat, a boulder tripped the soldier.

Zhang Yuan's long saber slid downward with the momentum, slicing open that Yan Army soldier's chest and abdomen. The blade sank a foot into his body, and blood instantly sprayed out, splattering Zhang Yuan's Head and face.

Drawing back his saber, Zhang Yuan swept it across, frightening back the two Yan Army soldiers closing in.

His Head and face were covered in blood, his expression savage and terrifying, making the Yan Army soldiers who had surrounded him afraid to come close.

"Don't get bogged down in battle!"

A war spear thrust out from the side, forcing back a Yan Army soldier.

The war spear swept out, Smashed into the shield In hand of another Yan Army soldier, and sent him stumbling.

Duan Hong, Wielding a long spear, moved to Zhang Yuan's side and said in a Low shout, "Go."

The two pressed their backs together and Retreated into the forest.

The Yan Army soldiers, Wielding sabers and spears, trailed behind them.

After retreating more than thirty feet, Zhang Yuan turned and Looked towards the direction in which the civilians and wounded soldiers were fleeing. His expression changed again.

"No, the Yan Army is driving us into a dead end!"

"Brother Wu Xiong said to go left. We have to go left!"

The scattered Yan Army soldiers in the mountains deliberately or otherwise forced the civilians and wounded soldiers toward the cliff on the right.

Duan Hong's face looked grim. Wielding his war spear, he Stared intently at the Yan Army soldiers slowly pressing forward.

"Zhang Yuan, take the civilians and our brothers out."

"I'll handle this place."

One man against seven or eight Yan Army soldiers closing in?

Even if Duan Hong's cultivation was at the middle stage of the Houtian Realm and he possessed Thousand Jin Strength, he could not hold back these Yan Army soldiers.

Fighting in the military was different from brawls in the martial world. The military emphasized coordination; a small Battle Formation could hold off an expert with decent cultivation.

Unless one was a Xiantian Realm expert, once surrounded by a military formation, escape became difficult.

Even those in the Xiantian Realm would not willingly fall into a military formation unless necessary.

Examples of a hundred armored soldiers cutting down a Xiantian expert were everywhere in the army.

A Xiantian expert breaking through a hundred armored soldiers—that was the rare sight.

"Go! I'm a death-row convict born a bandit, I've already gotten my money's worth!" Seeing Zhang Yuan remain still, Duan Hong kicked him in the armor, then charged at the surrounding Yan Army soldiers with his war spear.

Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

At that moment, some among the civilians ahead had also noticed something was wrong with the road. They clamored loudly, making the fleeing Teams even more chaotic.

"Follow me!"

Zhang Yuan let out a long shout. Wielding his saber, he lowered his head slightly and ran toward the left.

Several Yan Army soldiers Wielding sabers and spears had long since blocked the path there.

Two shield-bearing Qin Army soldiers rushed over and guarded Zhang Yuan's flanks.

Zhang Yuan did not stop, his eyes Stared intently at the long spears ahead.

Charge.

His pace grew faster and faster. His long saber dragged diagonally In hand, every stride crossing five feet.

Thirty feet.

Twenty feet.

Ten feet.

The two long spears ahead drew back slightly, then gathered force and stabbed toward him.

The shield-bearing Qin Army soldier on the left raised his arm and blocked one of the spears.

The spear drove into him, halting his steps.

Zhang Yuan's long saber rose from its dragging position, its blade colliding with the other long spear thrust at him.

Clang—

The long spear was Lifted aside.

Zhang Yuan did not stop. He stepped onto the half-man-high square shield planted in the ground ahead, clenched his empty left hand into a fist, and slammed it heavily into the chest of the spear-wielding Yan Army soldier.

Mountain Yue Fist Technique, Treading Mountains, Rushing Peaks.

Bang—

The Yan Army soldier blocking the road spat blood and flew two zhang away, his Rib bones Shattered.

Zhang Yuan had gathered force over thirty feet for this strike. Borrowing the momentum of that step, its force exceeded thirteen hundred jin!

This was the boost to combat power granted by a high-level Martial Way technique. Zhang Yuan, who originally possessed Thousand Jin Strength, had struck with thirteen hundred jin of force in a single punch.

Pfft—

A shield-bearing soldier who had charged alongside Zhang Yuan was pierced through the chest and abdomen by a long spear.

Zhang Yuan roared, sweeping his long saber. The blade severed two arms and sliced open the waists of two Yan Army soldiers.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan was like a Fierce Demon. His long saber cleaved down another Yan Army soldier, completely Rushed through the small formation the Yan Army had used to block the road.

The civilians and wounded soldiers ran over and headed along the mountain path toward Chen Family Village. Behind them, the scattered Yan Army soldiers in the forest gathered together.

Zhang Yuan stood where he was, the vitality and blood throughout his body surging as light flickered across the screen in his mind.

Zhang Yuan

Identity: Ninth-rank Black Robe Guard of Luyang Prefecture, Great Qin; Crimson Scale Army Conscript

Cultivation: Middle stage Houtian Realm; requires ten Vitality Beads to upgrade

Martial Way Cultivation: Cape Saber Technique at Great Perfection, Cannot Upgrade; Ironclad Fist at Great Perfection, Cannot Upgrade

Mountain Yue Saber Technique at Minor Mastery, requires ten Insight Beads to upgrade; Mountain Yue Fist Technique at Beginner level, Cannot Upgrade

Battle Formation: Azure Wolf Formation at Minor Mastery

Chaos Space: Eight Vitality Beads, twelve Insight Beads

Chaos Auxiliary Battle: Activated

"Kid Zhang, go!" Hu Chunniu reached for Zhang Yuan's arm, but Zhang Yuan raised a hand to brush him aside.

Wielding his saber, Zhang Yuan slowly walked back.

When he reached Young Master Tao, who was being supported by someone, he pulled the roll of rough cloth from his chest and stuffed it into Young Master Tao's hand.

"Zhang Yuan..." Young Master Tao turned his head, tears instantly flooding his eyes.

He knew Zhang Yuan was going to Cover the rear for everyone.

"Zhang Yuan, if you survive, what do you want to do?"

Young Master Tao called out softly.

Zhang Yuan lowered his head slightly and walked on, dragging his saber. Divine light shone clear and bright in his eyes.

At that moment, enlightenment dawned in Zhang Yuan's heart.

Great Qin Martial Guard—protect the homeland and defend the nation, protect the people, protect Comrade-in-arms.

The path to life lay behind him, the path to death before him. He marched toward death to be born anew, with no regrets through a hundred battles.

"Who says we have no clothes? With You as My Brother, we wear the same robes."

"Zhang Yuan, Ninth-rank Black Robe Guard of Luyang Prefecture, Great Qin, stands here. Yan dogs, come and die—"