In the face of desperation, Wu Yi's song rang out, as Lin Tian conveyed to Li Yinghao and the others that they had arrived.
This sound of Wu Yi also instantly filled Li Yinghao and his men with immense joy.
"Reinforcements are here, reinforcements are here!!"
"Our reinforcements have arrived! The general must have sensed something was wrong and dispatched a large army to aid us!"
"Soldiers, hold on, victory is within reach!!"
The sudden arrival of reinforcements greatly boosted Li Yinghao's morale and sowed panic among the Han army.
This was entirely unexpected.
However, upon seeing the number of arriving soldiers, they relaxed.
Estimates suggested around a thousand men, a significant difference in numbers compared to their own forces.
They were confident they could still defeat an army of this size.
The next moment, their commanding general unhesitatingly issued an order, changing their direction.
"The Qin army in Xiangcheng is no longer a threat. All of you, turn around and annihilate this supporting Qin force!"
"Yes!"
As the Han general's order was given, the Han soldiers immediately changed their formation and charged towards Lin Tian and his approaching reinforcements.
The Han army, having just overwhelmed the Qin army in Xiangcheng with little resistance, was riding a wave of momentum. Their charge was filled with a fierce, valiant aura.
They believed they would crush this supporting Qin army in one decisive blow.
However, their momentum had no impact on Lin Tian and his men.
Lin Tian, at the very front of the charge, his face a mask of cold killing intent.
The next moment, he raised his Tai A sword high and clashed with an enemy. With a single stroke, he cleaved the Han soldier in two.
This sword strike signaled the true beginning of the slaughter.
Wang Wu and the others followed closely behind Lin Tian, charging deep into the Han ranks.
This style of direct assault was Lin Tian's signature.
Wang Wu and his men were accustomed to it, and their combat prowess allowed them to follow Lin Tian as they cut into the heart of the Han army.
Lin Tian, leading Wang Wu and ten others, acted like the tip of a spear, cleaving the Han army in two and severing communication between their left and right flanks.
Following this, the clash of swords and blades erupted.
The recruits from the new soldier camp, though on the battlefield for the first time and lacking extensive combat experience, had seen their swordsmanship improve by several times under Lin Tian's tutelage.
Lack of experience was compensated by strength.
Their formidable swordsmanship effectively bridged the gap in their inexperience, allowing them to swiftly dispatch their enemies even on their first engagement.
Many enemies could not withstand more than three of their strikes.
The刁钻 angles of their attacks made many onlookers' scalps tingle.
Of course, the one who drew the most attention was Lin Tian.
He was like a ferocious tiger in a flock of sheep, fighting with brutal intensity.
Within his small domain, he was invincible.
Often, a single sword strike was enough to claim a life, and sometimes, one strike would fell multiple enemies.
More importantly, Lin Tian lacked the desperate ferocity often seen in battle. Despite radiating killing intent, he appeared remarkably relaxed.
It was as if he was deliberately holding back his true strength, not unleashing his full power.
Such an demeanor was incredibly captivating.
The Han general quickly noticed Lin Tian's peculiarity.
"Kill! Kill the leader! Kill him!"
"Capture the king to capture the bandits; he is the backbone of this army. Kill him, and this army will collapse!"
Many agreed with this sentiment.
Consequently, a large number of Han soldiers swarmed towards Lin Tian.
In front of Lin Tian alone, nearly a hundred men stood packed together, and behind them were hundreds more.
With each of their swords, they could inflict countless wounds upon Lin Tian.
Furthermore, many of these Han soldiers wielded long weapons like ge and spears.
Lin Tian's predicament, at first glance, seemed perilously precarious.
However, Wang Wu and the others showed no signs of urgency.
They were all well aware of Lin Tian's combat capabilities; these numbers alone were insufficient to threaten his life.
After all, Lin Tian had previously fought and killed nearly a thousand men alone.
Therefore, they did not surround Lin Tian to share the burden of defending him.
Instead, they followed close behind him, pressing the attack forward with unified momentum.
Lin Tian also made no move to ask for their assistance.
Though completely surrounded by a barrage of weapons, he deflected every attack with fluid, circular movements.
Many of the enemy's weapons, upon merely touching Lin Tian's Tai A sword, had their sharp tips severed.
This was true sharpness, and the Tai A sword was truly displaying its formidable edge before everyone's eyes.
However, the focus of the onlookers was not on the Tai A sword but on Lin Tian himself.
After fending off the hundred-man attack, Lin Tian surged forward, his sword strokes light and agile.
Amidst the gleaming cold steel, blood splattered continuously.
In a blink of an eye, at least dozens of men had fallen beneath his blade.
And this was merely the beginning.
Later, he directly abandoned his horse and plunged into the enemy ranks, dodging and leaping, causing the Han army to fall in swathes.
It was evident to all that his swordsmanship had reached a level of perfection, making him unstoppable.
As the slaughter continued, no one dared to approach Lin Tian. Anyone who did was instantly killed.
Wang Wu and the recruits from the new soldier camp also fought with formidable strength. By the time Lin Tian paused, the enemies surrounding them had also been largely annihilated.
The original Han army of nearly two thousand men was now reduced to mere dozens.
These remaining few, their spirits utterly broken, had lost all will to fight.
"Qiong Qi, he is Qin's Qiong Qi! He loves to fight, he loves to kill, and his strength is immense! We are no match for him!!"
"These are elites, these are definitely elite troops of Great Qin! Their fighting power is simply too strong!"
"We are finished, we are finished!"
Having been reduced to mere dozens, their defeat was sealed.
Thus, despair was etched on every face.
Only the Han general maintained a semblance of defiance.
"Just wait, our great Han army will soon march upon Xiangcheng, and you will all face certain death!"
Lin Tian paid little heed to these words; the killing had to continue.
He did not stop until the entire Han army was annihilated.
He then turned to Li Yinghao and the others, noticing their eyes shining with awe.
Lin Tian's combat prowess had truly astonished them.
They could never have imagined that a single person's strength could be so immense, capable of fighting hundreds, even nearly a thousand men.
The arrival of Lin Tian and his men was, to them, nothing short of divine intervention, rescuing them from their dire plight.
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