On the night of April 14, Xia Hong indeed personally witnessed the Longyou army in action.
The problem was, on that night, the Longyou army’s opponent was the Blood Guard Army, which was on par with them in strength.
Therefore, strictly speaking, he had not yet personally experienced the vast difference between a team formed by Hunting Team members and a true professional army.
But at this very moment, far away in Yanglu, Yuwen Dao was definitely experiencing it firsthand.
The disparity between the two was immense!
This enormous gap could simply be described as worlds apart.
Year 48 of Longyou, April 17, four hours before dawn.
"Wushuang and Hanqiong’s rebellion, prepare to die!"
"Brothers, start the slaughter!"
"A bunch of clay chickens and pottery dogs, dreaming of challenging Long Mountain, kill them!"
In the north of Yangyuan Peak, over a deep ditch, dozens of planks have already been laid.
Hundreds of soldiers in black armor had long since surged over the planks onto this side of the mound, trampling over the hundreds of corpses on the ground, roaring as they charged towards the top of the mound.
Judging by more than half of the planks being destroyed and the hundreds of corpses lying on the ground on this side of the mound, it was evident the battle had been ongoing for a while.
"We can’t retreat any further, brothers hold on, if we let the Longyou army charge up, we’ll all die, just hold on a little longer, support from the south is coming soon..."
Wu Ying slashed through multiple incoming Iron Arrows with a single strike, only turning back to angrily shout at the retreating crowd behind him, but before he could even finish his words, a volley of arrows rained down upon his head, forcibly shutting him up.
He drew his sword and swung rapidly, successfully cutting through the arrow rain, sustaining only three negligible arrow wounds, but he was directly surrounded by the rapidly approaching Longyou army below.
Even more critically, the retreat of the crowd behind him continued unabated.
"Over a thousand thinking they can stop five hundred Longyou soldiers, naive wishful thinking, since you want to watch both ends, then let’s make sure you can’t watch either!"
From the group of Longyou soldiers encircling Wu Ying, a middle-aged man in white wielding a Snake Spear suddenly charged out, none other than Li Xuantiang, who had fled in haste earlier in the night.
Li Xuantiang’s expression was stern, his gaze at Wu Ying filled with killing intent, as his Snake Spear directly flicked away several Wushuang individuals along the way, hooking straight towards Wu Ying.
A substantial Snake Spear brought a flicker of fire in the air, seeing the power of this strike from Li Xuantiang, Wu Ying had no intention of taking it head-on, dodging to the side, but how could his speed compare to Li Xuantiang’s.
"First take some interest for He Tu, die!"
Li Xuantiang’s voice was filled with rage, as strong as Long Mountain, the number of Cold Resistance Level individuals was extremely limited, earlier that night He Tu had sacrificed himself to enable Li Xuantiang’s escape, being jointly slain by Wu Xiong and Han Jiuli, such a deep hatred, how could he not seek revenge.
The moment he returned to Yucheng, he immediately gathered five hundred Longyou soldiers, along with over a thousand Earth-digging Realm individuals held under control in Yucheng, and directly attacked Yangyuan Peak.
He Tu’s death enraged Li Xuantiang, but it did not cloud his judgment, the attack on Yangyuan Peak, which appeared hasty and reckless, was actually within his plans.
And without surprises, the success rate was quite high.
He had already figured out how many were at Yangyuan Peak.
Wushuang and Hanqiong combined had just over 1400 people, Yanglu itself only had over 600 Earth-digging Realm individuals, for a total just over 2000;
Cold Resistance Level, currently only Wu Xiong, Han Jiuli, Wu Ying, Wu Lin, and Zhaoyang’s Lin Ye, totaling five, the strongest being Seven-maned, not a concern.
Such little power couldn’t possibly be a match for five hundred Longyou soldiers, once the terrain advantage of Yangyuan Peak was eliminated, Yanglu Camp would be within easy reach.
The subsequent developments didn’t differ much from his plan, it took him just an hour to bring his men from Yucheng to Yangyuan Peak, solving the troubles around Yangyuan Peak’s exterior ditches in less than half an hour.
The Longyou soldiers crossed the ditch, already routing the northern defenders, and next, they only needed to bypass to the south, and with the cooperation from inside with the team led by Cheng Guang and Yue Qian, they could easily defeat the southern defenders, and Yanglu Camp wouldn’t escape!
It seems slow when explained, but these were just a thought’s work for Li Xuantiang.
Wu Ying had neither the speed nor strength to rival him, especially when surrounded by Longyou soldiers, he had no space to escape.
The Snake Spear plunged fiercely into Wu Ying’s shoulder, Li Xuantiang, taking advantage, lifted Wu Ying directly with a powerful arm, then withdrew the Snake Spear, drawing a dazzling long blade in the air, suddenly striking towards Wu Ying’s neck.
"I knew you’d be here too, don’t worry, none of you will escape!"
A broadsword came from the side, merely causing the Snake Spear to deviate slightly, Li Xuantiang, as if already expecting this, gripped the Snake Spear tightly with both hands, forcibly leveraging the broadsword, continuing to slash towards Wu Ying’s neck.
Clad in black, Yuwen Dao, seeing that he couldn’t halt the Snake Spear, his face changed dramatically as he exerted his strength once more, trying to advance, but in the next second, perceiving a blade tip thrusting from behind, his eyes twitched violently, retreating backwards with sudden swiftness, retrieving his broadsword to block the rear.
The broadsword blocked the point of the sword from behind, a huge force propelled Yuwen Dao’s body forward over ten meters, turning his head to see a slim man clad in Iron Armor with a sharp sword in hand, staring at him intently.
"Song Kang, hold him off, I’ll help after I’ve killed Wu Ying."
Yet another Cold Resistance Level of six manes, the masters of Long Mountain, truly are numerous!
Yuwen Dao sighed inwardly while seeing a large mass of Longyou soldiers bypassing the mound, charging southward, his heart raced, temporarily forgetting about Wu Ying.