King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 367 - 151: Divine Palm Suppresses Capital’s Experts, Shi Feiyang Breaks Through with Dominance

The smoke quickly spread, thick black plumes rolling like a massive dragon, enveloping the entire battlefield in suffocating haze.

The Japanese invaders were thrown into chaos by the sudden bombardment, some fleeing in panic, shouting, "Oh no, the Ming Army’s cannons are too powerful!" A minor Japanese leader swung his long sword, shouting hoarsely, "Don’t panic, hold your ground! Prepare to fight!"

However, under the fierce artillery fire of the Ming Army, their resistance seemed so futile. Some Japanese were hit by cannonballs, their bodies blasted to pieces, limbs flying everywhere, accompanied by their screams of terror, a ghastly scene beyond words.

Li Rusong saw this and shouted, "Charge with me!"

He fiercely gripped his horse’s belly with his legs, the warhorse cried out in pain, its front hooves raised high, charging forward like an arrow from a bowstring.

He swung the long sword in his hand, the blade shimmering, like flashes of lightning darting through the crowd, loudly shouting the battle cry.

The Ming soldiers, seeing their commander so brave, suddenly had their morale boosted to the peak, each like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, shouting as they charged forward, their steps firm and powerful, kicking up a cloud of dust, as if to engulf the entire battlefield.

The Ming Army engaged the Japanese invaders hand-to-hand, shouting and the clash of weapons intertwined. A Ming soldier shouted, thrusting his spear like a venomous snake heading for a Japanese invader.

The Japanese swiftly swung his long sword in defense, yelling, "You Ming soldiers, today you’ll find no return!"

Yet the Ming soldier’s attack was fierce, with a single thrust knocking the invader to the ground, who let out a wretched scream, blood gushing from his wound.

After intense fighting, the Ming Army, with their unyielding spirit and mighty combat strength, successfully conquered Pyongyang.

The elite troops of Koxi Takafumi were heavily damaged, with over nine thousand Japanese invaders eliminated, the flag of the Ming Army raised high atop Pyongyang City, flapping fiercely in the wind, telling the tale of the Ming Army’s valor.

After the great victory at Pyongyang, the Ming Army gave chase relentlessly, effortlessly capturing Kaicheng.

Subsequently, Li Song led the army towards Wangjing Han City.

However, just twenty miles from Wangjing, at Bite Hall, the Ming Army, due to a moment of carelessness, walked into the carefully set ambush of the Japanese.

Suddenly, Japanese forces surged from all directions like a tide, encircling the Ming Army completely.

"Haha, Ming Army, today you’ll find your wings clipped!" A Japanese general, standing high, laughed maniacally and shouted.

The Japanese, wielding long swords, made strange cries, rushing towards the Ming Army.

Li Rusong, riding prominently on a tall horse, was clearly visible in the encirclement.

He fiercely yanked the reins, the horse’s front hooves raised, crying out long and loud, the mane on the horse’s body fluttering in the wind.

Li Rusong swung his long sword, the blade flashing, shouting loudly: "Warriors, kill!" leading his men in a fierce battle against the invaders.

On the battlefield, the glint of knives and swords interlaced, the shouting and killing loud enough to shatter the heavens and earth.

Though the Ming Army was in a dire situation, they resisted tenaciously, with no intent to retreat.

Some Ming soldiers wielded long spears, the spearheads shimmering coldly, piercing towards the invaders.

Each thrust carried the weight of a thousand pounds, as if to nail the enemy to the ground; others used shields to fend off the invaders’ attacks, the shields clashing with Japanese sabers, emitting loud "clang, clang" sounds, sparking everywhere, simultaneously seeking opportunities to counterattack.

Dust flew on the battlefield, shouts, weapon clashes, and warhorse neighs intertwined, forming a tragic and impassioned battle symphony. The battle lasted a full three hours, both sides suffering heavy casualties, Li Song narrowly escaping several times from being cut by the invaders’ swords, cuts formed on his armor, blood seeping out, staining his clothes red.

Eventually, seeing victory impossible, the invaders retreated like cunning foxes back to Han City while Li Song reluctantly led his troops back to Pyongyang.

Thereafter, both sides were locked in a standoff, forced to commence negotiations. But the invaders’ unreasonable demands, like using the Datong River as the boundary, caused the negotiations to break down instantly, tensions rising again.

Yizhou City.

After Li Song’s departure, Xiang Yushan, the Commander of the Imperial Guard hidden within the Imperial Envoy’s ranks, stood quietly within the Yizhou Prefecture Government Office.

With his hands behind his back, he stood firmly, like an old tree rooted to the ground. His gaze sharp as a spear, staring through the window, watching from afar as Li Song led his troops off to war.

His keen eyes seemed to see through all plots and intrigues, deep and cold, as if understanding all secrets of the world.

Once Li Song’s troops disappeared from view, Xiang Yushan’s mouth curled slightly upward, revealing a cold smile that was not easily noticed.

That smile carried a hint of cruelty and ruthlessness.

Then, he slowly turned around, straightening his back like a spear, personally giving a cold order: "Arrest Shi Feiyang."

Xiang Yushan, a renowned Martial Arts Master within the Capital Martial Arts, was skilled in the "Wind Pillar Technique," his prowess extraordinary, deemed the second best in the capital. His "Meteor Divine Fist" was a particularly sinister martial art.

At this moment, his feet slightly apart, stood stably in a horse stance, like a towering mountain unwaveringly steadfast. Utilizing the "Wind Pillar Technique," his aura surged around, his garments fluttering as if blown by an invisible force.

His right fist clenched tightly, the brass knuckles glinting coldly, like a cold star in the night sky. With a fierce shout, as loud as a huge bell, his right fist struck out like lightning, bringing a sharp whooshing sound, the force akin to a blade, capable of easily injuring someone within five steps.