Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 270 Slaying Enemies with Ease

A great fire, ruthlessly raging.

In the cold blizzard, many Mingbei Barbarians had sought warmth inside their tents, but the thick clothing on their bodies now became the best kindling.

Heart-wrenching screams pierced the sky.

"General, run!"

As merciless as fire and water, the sight of soldiers already in complete disarray surrounded General William as he left the main tent with his aides, his heart sunk with despair.

"Run, where to? I hate this!"

The defeat was conclusive!

At such a time, the crucial Snow Wolf Riders were lured away, unable to provide an effective protective circle for those engulfed in flames. General William didn't need to look to know that the Northern Border Warriors were mercilessly reaping every life outside.

Thousands of mistakes, but whose fault was it?

If only he had 300,000 Mingbei warriors, he, William, would have long led an attack south of the Gesang River.

Alas, in the end, he alone had to bear all the blame.

"Charlie, you go surrender."

"Xuanyuan Nation has never killed captives, maybe one day, you might return to the Mingbei land."

General William pulled out a cigar, his expression one of profound dejection.

This campaign was like a huge joke to him, as his greatest support was stripped away time after time. Without enough soldiers, how could he fight a national war?

"The general must be joking. As a deputy, how can I abandon my commander and surrender?"

"For the glory of Mingbei!"

Deputy Charlie drew his sword from his waist. He had killed many with this Western foil, and now, it seemed, it was his turn to repay.

This battle was truly a bitter pill to swallow!

Charlie truly felt that General William did not deserve this, not in the least. The youngest three-star general in the history of the Mingbei Empire, William had commanded thirty-nine battles in the West, with only four ending in defeat.

He was the most eligible to become Military Commander, yet he had never imagined to end his career in such a stifling way.

"For the glory of Mingbei!"

General William likewise drew his longsword.

"Kill!"

"If you don't want to die kneeling, if you don't want to be looked down on by the enemy, then bring out your courage, pick up your weapons, and kill the enemy with me!"

In the midst of the battle, there was a will to live, as well as a fighting spirit forced out by desperation.@@@@

More and more Mingbei soldiers who escaped the inferno picked up weapons and joined General William's ranks.

"Order the Third Legion to take a detour at full speed to the vicinity of the Great Snow Mountain, coordinate with the three great legions to encircle and annihilate the Snow Wolf Riders, leave no one alive."

Outside the sea of flames, Ye Feng watched everything inside with cold detachment.

War has no room for mercy.

Surrenderers were not to be killed, but those who resisted were shown no mercy. Yet Ye Feng did not intend to abide by this rule when dealing with the Snow Wolf Riders; he would never forget the scene of the wolves heartlessly gnawing on the corpses of Northern Border Warriors.

"Command the Fifth Legion, to finish this war within two hours."

The fire's effect was a slight surprise to Ye Feng.

What surprised him even more was that there were not as many Mingbei Barbarians in the camp as he had expected. Their number and scale of troops were inferior to those who had confronted him at the Great Snow Mountain years ago.

Such few people, who gave them the courage to seek vengeance?

Damn it!

Annoyed at all the effort he put into so many days of preparations, watching the weather, calculating human nature, trying to wear down the enemy—if he had known there were so few, bringing all Five Great Legions could have crushed them in one fell swoop.

Inside the sea of flames, Mingbei warriors were still resisting, but Ye Feng had already departed.

The Snow Fox King took the lead in launching an attack. His white claws tore through the sky as he pounced towards the Blood Shadow in front.

In an instant, everyone began to attack. Some Blood Shadows grew small trees from their bodies; some, for some unknown reason, fell as if struck by a heavy blow, while others spoke words identical to those of their opponents.

"Die!"

Before the Snow Fox King could tear his enemy apart, a dazzling blood light eerily arrived in front of him.

Does shouting joyfully help?

Facing danger, the Snow Fox King immediately transformed into his Divine Path Body, his seven massive tails propped up a dazzling white light screen in front of him. Alas, the blood light easily sliced through his defensive screen and descended upon him.

A ray of sword light split the Snow Fox King in two.

Ye Feng smiled coldly and swung his sword at another person. What did it matter if there were a hundred more? They would still only become his feast.

All of them great nourishment!

This time, the sword light was aimed at the Shaman Pharaoh, Poseci.

"Guardian light of nature, Spear of Life!"

Seeing the sword light flying towards him, with the precedent of the Snow Fox King, Poseci quickly retreated and chanted a string of spells.

A green spear slowly gathered from his magic wand.

"Kill!"

In a moment, Poseci advanced instead of retreating, wielding his magic wand and driving the spear towards the sword light.

Bang! One by one—

A powerful storm suddenly blew everyone within a ten-meter radius apart, with Poseci trembling at the corners of his mouth, struggling against the sword light in front of him.

"Go!"

The Blood Shadows merged into the blood light without hesitation.

It's over!

The magic wand in his hand could no longer hold and was cut in half.

Poseci's face was the epitome of despair. The power of the Blood Demon was already far beyond them. The calamity of three hundred years ago was about to repeat itself.

If the Blood Demon took only one strike to deal with the Snow Fox King, then dealing with Poseci would undoubtedly take only two.

Until Poseci's body also fell, the people came to a shocking realization that they could not kill the Blood Demon with their strength alone.

"Run!"

It was unclear which powerhouse shouted first, but they were not just contending with immortal Blood Shadows—there was also a terrifying Blood Demon at play, killing at will.

How could the battle continue?

With the first leading the way, suddenly there was a second. Roughly a dozen powerhouses turned and scattered in all directions.

"Bastards!"

William XII roared with irrepressible fury.

These deserters, they deserved death! Just a short battle and a dozen had already fled, not to mention the impact on morale, but what about the four hundred thousand people below?

"Become my servant, and I won't kill you."

In a moment of trance, Ye Feng appeared before William XII.

"I..."

Before William XII could utter a word of refusal, Ye Feng's right hand easily pierced through his chest, crushing his heart in an instant as he said coldly,

"You don't have a say."

Another powerhouse had fallen.

William XII's eyes gradually dimmed, but that wasn't the end. Once his gaze completely faded, it eerily opened again—already turned a blood-red color.