Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze

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"What else could it be? Where’s second brother? How can he keep such fun from me? Does he even know how to be a brother?"

"You guys ran far enough, didn’t you? We chased after you for over half a month before finally catching up..."

"We also returned to Dongying in the past two years; we only came back recently!"

Seeing that they wouldn’t stop talking, Shen Fa finally lost his patience and said loudly with a dark face, "Enough! Aren’t we supposed to be fighting a war? Can we focus on the important matters first?"

Everyone glanced at him simultaneously.

Those who recognized him scoffed with annoyance and ignored him.

Those who didn’t know him murmured in confusion, "Who is this guy, acting all high and mighty? Has he never faced death?"

Someone quickly wrapped an arm around them and whispered, "Don’t worry, brother, this man is our Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander..."

"Oh!"

Those who didn’t recognize Shen Fa suddenly had a realization, and the group led by the twelve earthly branches immediately gave him unfriendly looks and rolled up their sleeves as they surrounded him: "So you’re the fucking Shen Fa, huh?"

Shen Fa’s face drained of color, and he backed away, shouting with a fierce yet apprehensive voice, "What are you doing, what are you doing? This is a military camp..."

The twelve earthly branches didn’t care about that and were ready to punch him to teach him why the flowers were so red.

"Enough!"

Yang Tiansheng spoke up just in time, stopping the twelve earthly branches who were about to put on a full martial display in the middle of a host of soldiers: "We need to prioritize the important matters!"

Pausing, he glanced at Shen Fa with an expressionless face and said, "Don’t think that just because you usually stay in the capital, you can rest easy and do whatever you want. If not for second brother looking out for you, your ten lives wouldn’t be enough to save you!"

Shen Fa, with a darkened face, didn’t dare utter a sound.

Yang Tiansheng slapped Zhou Fu’s shoulder and pulled him to the front, "Zhou, where’s second brother?"

Zhou Fu quickly answered, "At dawn, a Tartar came knocking, and second brother chased after him."

Yang Tiansheng was taken aback and about to say ’Who in the world is foolish enough to seek death by finding him,’ but then he remembered the Tartar expert Yang Ge mentioned offhand at Yuelai Inn two years ago and immediately changed his statement, "Then first, tell us what’s been happening here..."

Zhou Fu led him to the sand table and briefly updated Yang Tiansheng on the enemy and our current situation they had been discussing earlier.

Yang Tiansheng slapped his thigh, "Isn’t that simple? Any one of you, bring three to five thousand soldiers and come with us. We’ll break their formation!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Xie Yu stepped forward and declared loudly, "I’ll go with you!"

Yang Tiansheng turned and leaped onto his Red Coal Fire Dragon Steed, swinging the horse’s head around, "Brothers, let’s break the formation!"

"Let’s go!"

"Hell yeah, this is the fucking life!"

"Move out, move out, let’s leave none of them armored..."

"Giddy up..."

A group of men laughed and climbed onto their horses, charging towards the vanguard.

Even Liu Tang and the others, after sneaking a glance at Shen Fa, steeled themselves and blended into the group.

Before they could get far, a thunderous neighing erupted from the central army, sending everyone spinning their heads back, only to see a magnificent steed break free from its hitching post and dash toward where Yang Tiansheng and his men... were mounted.

"Isn’t that Erhei, the second brother’s horse?"

"It is Erhei!"

"Hahaha, Erhei, are you also joining us to charge into battle and slay the enemy?"

"Then let’s go!"

"Let’s go!"

The men laughed and galloped out into battle, and the leading Xiang Wudi suddenly raised his pointed steel spear, laughing heartily as he looked up and shouted, "Who says we have no clothes?"

The men, all together, raised their weapons high and laughed back in response, shouting, "We share our cloaks!"

The sixty-two cavalry charged against the north wind, galloping toward the grand army of three hundred thousand enemy soldiers!

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"Huff, huff, huff..."

After another few hundred moves without deciding a winner, Yang Ge and the hunchbacked old man separated again, both steaming with heat, panting like bulls, but their gazes still locked fiercely on each other.

By now, the hunchbacked elder had come to his senses, realizing this man was not only here to win this battle for national fate...

"The final move."

Yang Ge took a deep breath to steady himself, saying in a deep voice, "One move to decide life and death, to settle the outcome!"

The hunchbacked elder’s eyes bulged in fury, his face contorted as he bellowed, "Young fool, do you truly wish to perish together with me?"

Yang Ge nearly laughed himself out of breath: "After all our dealings, why speak as if we’re strangers?"

He slowly raised the Cold Moon Saber in his hand, whispering, "This move I’ve recently created, I’m not sure of its power yet, but if it disappoints you, I ask for your forgiveness!"

At the mention of "recently created," a chill ran down the elder’s back.

The power of those moves Yang Ge had created in the past were still fresh in his memory!

"This move, it is inspired by the hardships of the border army soldiers..."

Yang Ge murmured to himself, as mighty spiritual power surged forth, transforming into a tangible mist of purple radiance, wrapping around and drawing vast amounts of energy from heaven and earth toward him.

Watching this, the hunchbacked elder felt tingles on his scalp and goosebumps racing over his skin.

The next second, he turned and fled, bellowing in panic, "Youngster, wait for me..."

However, before he could finish his threats, a loud "bang" resounded as two streaks of sword light, one blue and one white, shot up from the ground and charged toward him from left and right, blocking his path of escape.

The hunchbacked elder instinctively deflected the two swords with his palm, then his eyes darted to identify the two individuals. Upon recognizing their faces, shock drained his color, and he immediately understood that this had been a trap set specifically for him.

He shrieked, hysterical, "You despicable Central Plains martial artists, with no martial honor, ganging up to bully..."

A piercing roar cut off his foul curses as he turned to see Yang Ge, enveloped in purple radiance, like a god or a demon, delivering a carefree and nonchalant slash down toward him: "This cut, it is named... Stop the War!"