The Green Forest heroes reinforcing the direction of the Huaxia Army's attack unleashed their strongest killing moves at the first moment.

Encouraged by countless shouts, what surged back from the second line of defense, and the already chaotic first line, were first and foremost a large number of arrows, hidden weapons, flying locusts, stones, caltrops, and tiles from the rooftops...

The brawls within the Green Forest—as romanticized by Southwest novels—may emphasize fairness during mere sparring, but once actual combat begins, all kinds of martial arts possess unscrupulous ultimate techniques: throwing fishing nets, scattering hidden weapons, tossing lime powder, stirring up sand and dust... Depending on the specific situation, many martial artists train in these maneuvers. Among the numerous martial arts schools, including branches that sound less than honorable, such as ground-fighting, assassination, and poison-use, many practitioners dabble in these areas.

From the buildings and rooftops on the south side, martial artists, as soon as they rushed up, used high-speed leg techniques, like rampaging bulls plowing the earth, shoveling up a large number of tiles, scattering them forward like a celestial maiden strewing flowers. On the side, a master of Rat Fist, his body almost shrunk into a ball, moved with rapid steps along the edge of the roof, leaping between the roof's edge and the beams below, appearing and disappearing, while emitting rat-like squeals from time to time.

Most martial arts in the world are derived from the power of animals. This Rat Fist may seem comical, but climbing roofs and beams, dodging and flashing like lightning, it's best suited for street fighting in complex environments. If it were night, a Rat Fist master's assassinations in the city would be chilling.

In front, figures leaping onto the roof resembled the roc spreading its wings;

Some ran through the streets like wolves;

Some crouched low like giant spiders;

Some wielded giant hammers, charging like rhinoceroses;

Some's steps were like a maze, confusing their destination with each turn, but in a moment, they had leaped over ten zhang, their twin blades hidden in their hands;

Figures surged forth like a tide...

Li Duanwu and his comrades pushed the shield carts, crushing forward at high speed—

On the rooftop, someone was smashed down by the tall black man, skewered on the forest of knives in front of the shield cart. The tall black man then grabbed a hand grenade and threw it from the building. Li Duanwu shouted, "Get down!" and leaped out. In front of the shield cart, someone else threw a hand grenade.

With a deafening roar, the streets were filled with gunpowder smoke. Several shield carts stopped. Li Duanwu shouted from the side of the street, "Load the fire bombs, blast those bastards—"

Gunpowder had been used on a large scale by Ning Yi for so many years that, although the Fair Party hadn't widely adopted it in battle formations, the elite troops had some understanding and preparation. Almost at the same time as the Black Flag Army threw hand grenades, Lu Xian had people bring out fire bombs and light the fuses.

Several strong men from Li Family Village swung the fire bombs, preparing to hurl them forward. At that moment, Lu Xian waved vigorously, telling Li Duanwu and the others to retreat or dodge. Li Duanwu's seemingly aged body pounced backward like a tiger. On the rooftop in front of the street, Yuwen Feidu, in an inconspicuous spot, pulled the trigger.

Some fire bombs flew into the sky, rolling away, while not far from Lu Xian, a comrade's forehead burst with blood, and he collapsed backward. The lit fire bomb fell to the ground, rolling around.

"Damn it, get down—" Lu Xian shouted hoarsely.

The reaction ability cultivated by martial artists over the years caused several figures to sprint at high speed in different directions in that instant. The next moment, a series of explosions engulfed half the street. The rooftops and the ground shook, smoke and dust billowed, and the fire bomb that had fallen not far from Lu Xian caused a chain reaction with the nearby fire bomb reserves.

On the rooftops and in the second stories of the buildings, the Green Forest heroes who had rushed forward also collided with the Huaxia Army soldiers who were advancing with shields, generally in groups of three. In contrast to the ferocity and violence displayed by the Green Forest heroes, the Huaxia Army soldiers primarily relied on the two shield-bearers in front for defense, with the person behind wielding either a spear or a broadsword as the main support or attacker. As the opponents rushed forward, the shield, while erecting a barrier and pushing forward, had the person in back thrust his spear at the enemy who seemed most vulnerable.

A simple and swift spear thrust, out and back.

The next moment, the two shield-bearers flipped their shields and slashed simultaneously.

Without much flourish, just two steel blades resolutely and fiercely slashing at one enemy at the same time, then using the flat of the blade to parry another, and flipping the shield to block again.

At the moment of engagement, there were as many as five or six experts leaping in front of them. Then blood blossomed, and there was the sound of parrying, clanging. The spear directly pierced an expert's shoulder, while the two slashes from the flipped shields cleaved open the chest and arm of the nearest expert, blocking the attacks of several other martial artists.

The Rat Fist master was the most agile, suddenly flipping down from the side at the moment of contact. He passed through the beams of the second floor at high speed, maneuvering to a spot slightly behind the feet of the three Huaxia Army soldiers, and suddenly burst through the roof. With a "Wah—" he brandished his twin blades, intending to slash, but what greeted him was a turn from the person holding the spear in the rear.

The spear in the opponent's hand seemed to have vanished, but the next moment, the point thrust out and retracted. It was a textbook backstab.

The Rat Fist master was pierced through the chest, his body falling from the rear of the roof.

The shield-bearers continued to swing their blades and advance. Four of the experts who had charged forward had already been cut down in pools of blood. The sound of the explosion from below struck with a roar, shaking almost the entire long street for a moment. The people on the roof steadied themselves, and some fell down. The Huaxia Army soldier holding the spear rolled again, piercing an enemy's thigh amidst the interference of the shock wave.

The shield advanced, flesh and blood flying in the advance.

At this time, Xue Jin, holding the paper in his hand, had just walked to the barricade at the street entrance. The rolling shock wave from the explosions seemed to swallow the long street ahead, and the earth shook. Even though he had already resigned himself to death, he still widened his eyes at this moment, as if witnessing a spectacle of destruction.

He staggered forward.

At the same time, on the outskirts of the western and southern defensive positions of the old Martial Arts Yamen, Huaxia Army soldiers were advancing in the same way in different places. If the counterattack that had surged forward was like a wave of tremendous momentum, the advance of the Huaxia Army was more like a series of a dozen sharp plows. At the moment when the two sides collided with a roar, it plowed open the earth, crushed the oncoming tide, and its speed was not fast, but it advanced forward as if it had encountered no obstacles.

Like a meat-grinding machine, it shattered the first batch of Green Forest experts who charged up in the air.

Even as part of the Huaxia Army, the quality of each soldier naturally varied. However, in recent years, the small teams that went out on long-distance missions would, as a matter of custom, select the most elite special forces personnel in the army. For example, during the Southwest War, the teams that were sent out, such as those involving Qu Qing and Zhuo Yongqing, not only shouldered the responsibility of negotiating with various parties, but also often bore the heavy responsibility of eliminating traitors and killing people. Similar to coordinating with Yu Mingzhou, playing the role of Wanyan Qingjue to capture Li Touhe, and devising schemes against Yin Shu Ke, all required the flexible cooperation of these people.

During that period of the Southwest War, manpower in the Huaxia Army was still scarce. However, after defeating Nikan Wailan and Xiyin, there were far too many special operations team members who could be selected during this period of recuperation. These people brought out by Qian Luoning this time included former members of the Overlord Blade, as well as former Green Forest experts. But most importantly, they had all undergone countless trials of bloody cooperation in the brutal fighting against the Jurchens in the Southwest.

Some of these people, before joining the Huaxia Army, may have had skills far inferior to those of the Green Forest experts who were charging forward this time. But after these years of fighting and polishing, their knife and spear cooperation could kill people without even a second move. The opponent might not even feel the enormous killing intent before a knife or spear strike, simply because after thousands of battles on the battlefield, such an assassination movement did not even need to be malicious. It was as precise and natural as a butcher slaughtering pigs and sheep.

And another part of the team were already well-known experts in the Green Forest before joining the Huaxia Army. At this moment, whether cooperating with their comrades or going solo, they maintained a greater overall awareness than ordinary martial artists.

The explosion roared, the air currents clashed, and tiles and dust rustled down. Lu Xian crawled out from among a pile of messy door panels. Not far from his view, a sturdy youth nicknamed Pillar was dangling a broken arm, turning around in a daze in the smoke. These people had experience using fire bombs, but because they had not experienced many scenes, they did not yet have the safety awareness forced out by repeated large-scale accidents.

Lu Xian could not hear too many sounds in his ears, and he shouted loudly, "Retreat, retreat—" He waved his hand to signal, and then ran forward. In the smoke, there were still many figures swirling in the dust on the street. Some got up from the ground, their tattered bodies seeming to be leaking into sieves, while others supported each other and retreated backward. Li Duanwu, who had been hiding behind a wall, suddenly exerted strength and ran wildly toward this side, waving his hand.

As the man who took in Lu Xian and led him out of the Green Forest, "River-Severing Dragon" Li Duanwu was best at Tiger Form Fist, and he had once made a great name for himself in the Green Forest when he was young. At this time, he pounced with tiger steps, leaping out several zhang in one bound, and arrived in front in the blink of an eye. Lu Xian saw that he was still shouting something in his mouth.

On another rooftop not far away, two figures had been peering out for a while.

"Shoot the one commanding."

"Who..."

"The one with the loudest voice?"

The sniper pulled the trigger.

"Running a bit fast..."

In front of Lu Xian, Li Duanwu, who was running very fast, burst with blood, leaping out of his sight. He fell to the ground and rolled far away, but his body posture proved that he was already dead.

It was just a moment's difference, like an illusion.

"Wahhhhhhhhhhh—"

Lu Xian roared out. In the roar like a wild thunder and a trapped beast, a figure rushed down from the sky, the steel knife in his hand slashing down on Pillar's head.

At this moment, Lu Xian was extremely angry, and his senses were also extremely sharp. He suddenly raised his knife and blocked the opponent's slash, pouncing out. The steel knife in his hand was swung and slashed angrily. The figure rolled on the ground, got up and fought him with a knife, and retreated rapidly. The knife in Lu Xian's hand was like a storm, each knife heavier than the last, trying to directly chop the opponent into pieces. However, the young man in front of him retreated while disassembling the moves, the sound of clanging ringing like a heavy rain hitting banana leaves, but he could not break the opponent's offensive no matter what.

Correspondingly, the blade light in the young man's hand was also extremely fierce. The other party opened his mouth and fiercely fought with him with "Wahhhhhhhhhhh." Lu Xian had just lost his loved one at this moment, his hair and beard were stretched out like a demon god, but the young man was not afraid at all. Although he had lost the first move, he continued to arouse his inner strength, the blade light like a tide, wave after wave, trying to counterattack in the most violent time of the opponent!

On the side of the street, "Black Iron God" descended from the sky, and his companion screamed and killed. In front of his vision, there were surviving disciples of the Xuan Saber Sect who crossed the crooked shield cart, crying and running with blood. Several Huaxia Army figures chased over from there. On the roof on the side of the road, corpses fell down with blood, and the Huaxia Army squad was advancing forward.

More companions had already rushed forward madly shouting, and Zhou Shang's most fearless lunatics were the most. As the first wave of vanguards exploded in front of the Huaxia Army's offensive, the real main force was finally rushing over at this time, and in the distance, even the gun carriage had been lined up.

A swordsman from Li Family Village was fighting with blood all over his body, trying to drag him back. The young man in front of him had been attacking him for a long time, and seemed to be full of fierceness. At this time, he found a gap, but he leaped out to the side, and the steel knife in his hand flew straight into the chest of a rushing "King Yama" member two zhang away. When the blood exploded, he had already jumped into the shop next to him like a cheetah, and killed towards the side courtyard.

"Black Iron God" Chou Shuyan also walked sideways towards the shops and courtyards on the side. The offensive of the Huaxia Army's experts was extremely powerful, but at this moment Lu Xian realized that neither this battle-hardened "Black Iron God" Chou Shuyan, nor the seemingly young and strong "Five-Foot Y Demon", were fighting forward with arrogance at this moment, but chose to walk to the sides not far beyond the front line.

On both sides of the road, and even in the courtyards farther away, the sharp edge of the Huaxia Army's squads faintly connected into a long line, and the advancing soldiers maintained contact with each other and deterrence against the enemy.

Bang—

Bang Bang—

In the sky, the sound of muskets sounded occasionally, and from time to time a blood flower exploded in the crowd rushing from behind. Screams and shouts rose one after another. Occasionally, the explosion of a hand grenade sounded. Some of their own people on the street tried to throw fire bombs, but were immediately shot by muskets, followed by roars and chaos in the crowd...

The Huaxia Army's battle line was still advancing in an orderly manner. After the chaos exploded in front of Zhou Shang's line of defense, it did not stop. Teams of ferocious Green Forest people pounced up, and then retreated in panic. It was like a surging sea tide constantly rolling back after encountering a levee.

The sky in Lu Xian's eyes turned blood red, and then turned pale.

At this time, only less than half a joss stick of time had passed since the start of the battle. In front of the east and north intersections of the Old Martial Arts Yamen, a large number of petitioners began to gather, followed by groups of martial artists rushing to various places in these intersections. Large-scale chaos began, but due to the lack of support from artillery or muskets, the offensives on the east and north sides only fell into a stalemate when they were launched. Only a small number of Green Forest experts led people into the outer courtyards, and were killed or injured by the masters of the Great Bright Church or Baofeng Company who were sitting here.

Only in the west and south directions, as the Huaxia Army's advancing front broke through to the second intersection, waves of people who were either injured or fleeing on the streets and courtyards behind were causing this place to fall into even greater chaos.

Huaxia Army snipers shot at figures who seemed to have great deterrence in high places. For the enemies who charged head-on, the raiding squads would defeat or kill or injure them as soon as possible. However, compared to the large number of Green Forest people gathered here, eleven small squads could only defeat part of the enemies in front of them. Some enemies fled in panic during the chaotic stage, and some martial artists still chose to launch surprise attacks on the Huaxia Army from different directions.

Xue Jin advanced in the diffuse smoke.

The surroundings roared like thunder, and there were sounds of fighting far and near. Members of the Black Flag ran past his side, and some walked forward on the roof. His eyes were mournful, slightly dazed, and seemed to be trapped in a bizarre dream.

The bloody street corner did not become the end of his life. The black flag broke through the road ahead, so in front of his vision, there was still a long road waiting for him to cross. After many years, it seemed that Ning Yi... that familiar name descended here with an unfamiliar will.

What is the meaning of all this...

He crossed the viscous bloodstains, crossed the corpses with scarlet internal organs, and walked towards the last journey of his life as if in a chaotic tide.

Yueniang...

Shaking...

This tired and long life...

The advancing footsteps laboriously bypassed the stranded shield cart in front, and the raised long knives were as stern as a forest. He looked back, and on the street behind, there were also figures coming over timidly and screaming...

The shop on the side was filled with smoke, and Li Yanfeng, with a bruised nose and a bloodstained body, ran over with his body crouching low. He was chased and killed by a man and a woman from the Huaxia Army who did not care about martial ethics. Only when he rushed into a group of "comrades" did he manage to get rid of the battle with difficulty. Someone fired a musket at him from the sky, almost killing him. But after careful observation in the dark, he gradually understood that this musket was just a more violent arrow, and with a quick response, there was still a way to avoid it.

However, it was not easy to counterattack the opponent. At this time, the Black Flag members who came to Jiangning were all non-mediocre, and they had undergone a lot of training in dividing and attacking each other. Even with his skills, once he was entangled by the other two, it would be very difficult to escape.

Of course, in this chaotic battlefield, there were still more "comrades" on his side after all. When a large number of people were running and fighting, he still had the possibility of finding a Huaxia Army member who was alone and killing him.

Walking through the shop, he saw the figure leaping over the side of the shield cart outside.

He raised his stick and rushed out, trying to end this person in one fell swoop. On the roof diagonally opposite, a long spear was raised towards here.

Li Yanfeng exerted force under his feet, and changed direction with a swish, drawing a big "z" shape on the road, and then rolled like an ape, pouncing into the alley opposite the road.

He waved his claws like a tiger, and with a bang, he dug out half a blue brick from the wall.

Xue Jin staggered forward.

Bang—

The blue brick whistled...

…

Blood is red…

It also seemed to have a viscous sweetness…

The vision rotated, and a buzzing sound came from his body…

He was already used to the pain…

The blue brick hit him, and he rolled on the ground, the shaking vision turned, turned, and turned into a long sky with floating clouds, and the roof tiles of the street extended into long black lines on both sides of the vision.

Once upon a time, he had seen such a picture…

Perhaps it was the sky seen when his parents took him to the suburbs of Jiangning for an outing when he was a child…

It also seemed to be lying shoulder to shoulder with a woman he had just met somewhere…

He seemed to be able to smell the faint scent of grass in his nose…

Am I going to leave?

He lay there, waiting quietly for a while...

However, the picture in front of him continued…

Yueniang ah…

…Isn't it time yet?

On the long street, Xue Jin then slowly turned over…

He crawled forward hard…

The little monk who had rushed out of a chaotic scene was scrambling to tidy up his clothes while running, and then he saw this scene.

On the roof, Yuwen Feidu hesitated for a moment. He certainly did not understand Xue Jin's identity and significance...

On the street, the already limping figure stretched out his hand holding the complaint, and slowly and laboriously crawled four steps forward, and there was dripping blood under him.

He went in the direction he wanted to go…

The surging destruction and killing had already descended on the entire land.

…

At some point,

The little monk waved his alms bowl and rushed forward…

On the roof, Yuwen Feidu stood up and pounced forward.

A companion beside him also killed towards the ground in a roar.

Monkey King Li Yanfeng rushed out of the dark alley, jumped into the crowd, and ran in the chaos. Behind him, a companion's body was burst open with blood flowers by bullets, and a burst of chaos unfolded with his escape…

On the front line where the Huaxia Army and the "High Heaven King" and "King Yama" confronted each other, the frenzy of killing and conflict was still rolling up, and chaotic fights also brought casualties to the Huaxia Army squads one after another. Ning Ji used the Overlord Blade to slash forward, and then joined the emergency rescue…

Some real experts gradually played a role in the charge, and on the other side of the second intersection, the sound of artillery shook the mountains and the seas, submerging some streets, and nearby snipers began to suppress the artillery positions on the opposite side…

Lin Zongwu's figure had disappeared on the tower of the temple…

…

All the violence went away from his side.

In the wind, it was as if a peaceful song was sounding.

When will the moon be clear?

With a cup of wine, I ask the blue sky.

I do not know what season it would be

In the heavens on this night.

I'd like to ride the wind to fly home.

Yet I fear the crystal palace there,

So high and cold.

I rise and dance, with my shadow I play.

Oh, it is not like this world!

…

He hated that lyricist named Ning Yi.

But gradually, he began to hear this song more often.

Because the woman named Yueniang would often sing it.

When will the moon be clear?

…

When she was there…

It had always been there.

…

Xue Jin stood on the long street and waited for a while.

…

He smiled.