Chapter 40: Lifting Mountains with Mighty Force-Eu Sou Invencível na Guerra dos Três Reinos(A espada caiu do céu.)

No way out! No retreat!

"Hoo—hoo—hoo—" Su Yao breathed heavily.

The fatigue debuff on the system panel had finally reached 90%. Before his eyes, the Chanyu’s Royal Guards brandished sabers as bright as snow, their chilling glares piercing the soul. They advanced step by step, and the total annihilation of the Han troop was imminent.

Am I really going to suffer my very first defeat right here?

Is there anything I’ve overlooked, something that can turn the tables?

Think! Think fast!

"Squad leader!"

Cheng Lian shouted through gritted teeth, "A knife blow whether you stick your neck out or pull it back, damn it all! Let's fight them to the death!"

Fight to the death?

Su Yao took a deep breath.

He raised his hand to signal the Han soldiers to halt, then stepped forward, breaking out from the crowd to stand directly before Lan Ya.

"???"

"Squad leader?!"

This sudden, out-of-character action left everyone dumbfounded. What was he trying to do?

Courting death?

Or surrendering?

"You brat have decent martial arts. Kneel down, and as long as you are willing to pledge your allegiance to me, this general can spare your lives."

Lan Ya raised his hand, pointing the tip of his sword vaguely at Su Yao, directly attempting to persuade him to surrender.

Yes, persuasion—that was his true objective. Otherwise, why would he forgo a direct, overwhelming charge and instead play this game of closing in step by step?

Naturally, Lan Ya had developed a fondness for talent. It was his first time seeing a young man with such formidable martial prowess, and if he could recruit him, it would undoubtedly become a major asset for their side.

Precisely for this reason, he was in no rush to slaughter these Han soldiers. Instead, he pressed forward relentlessly, tightening the noose bit by bit to crush their hopes.

In his view, Su Yao now had nowhere to run, and the best outcome would be for him to kneel and bind himself in submission.

As for the issue of Su Yao killing so many of his subordinates?

Did that even count as a problem?

Back in the day, that Han general Li Ling slaughtered without mercy, beheading over ten thousand barbarians in battle, yet the Great Chanyu still accommodated him and granted him honor and status.

As long as you are a hero, a warrior, our arms will always be open to you.

However, he never expected that the youth before him would actually...

What kind of gesture is that?

The middle finger?

What is that supposed to mean?

At the very instant Lan Ya's mind was thrown into chaos, he saw Su Yao sharply exhale a breath, and then...

The person was gone?!

"What?!"

Lan Ya’s pupils constricted violently. He had actually lost his target!

"Above, General, above!"

Almost instantly, Lan Ya instinctively crouched and raised his shield. Immediately following that, his shield-bearing left arm suffered a violent impact, and he even heard the sound of bones snapping.

This, im, possi, ble!

Before Lan Ya, time seemed to slow down by severalfold. He watched with his own eyes as the iron shield cracked inch by inch, his arm caving in and twisting grotesquely. Then, a massive, overwhelming force pierced through his skull, plunging all consciousness into silence.

As it turned out, Su Yao had not vanished at all. In that split second, he had leaped high into the air, delivering a flying kick straight to Lan Ya’s face.

With just a single blow—shield shattered, armor broken, skull split open!

"General!" "General Lan!"

The royal guards couldn't help crying out in shock. Never did they expect that their peerless general would be instantly killed, and the opponent hadn't even used a weapon—just a kick!

Just a single kick!

Was their iron armor in front of this person nothing more than tissue paper?

What kind of monster is this?!

Just as the barbarian soldiers were struck with terror, with a whoosh, Su Yao stepped forward and shouted, word by word, "Who dares to fight me?!"

Under his mighty roar, the Chanyu’s Royal Guards collectively took a step back, not even daring to rush forward to retrieve their general's corpse.

"Squad leader!"

"Mighty is the squad leader!"

"Victory to the squad leader!"

"Wind! Wind! Wind! Wind—"

The Han soldiers roared and shouted. As Su Yao stepped forward stride by stride, they actually forced the enemy back purely through momentum.

Things on the battlefield were truly wondrous. No matter how clear the disparity in strength, the side that struck first to behead the general and seize the banner would often gain a subversive advantage, not only boosting their own morale but also inflicting psychological panic upon the enemy.

"Don't panic! Only this one is formidable. Can he possibly kill all of us?!"

"Right! Such great strength cannot possibly last. The three of us—no, five of you, go suppress his movements while the rest kill those Han soldiers!"

These royal guards were truly worthy of being King Xietu’s most elite personal guards; even the lieutenant was no ordinary person. After their commanding general fell, they were still desperately trying to rally morale.

It was precisely because of their caliber that, even after being decapitated of their commander, they quickly recovered instead of routing or kneeling like ordinary rabble, and they even devised a viable and effective countermeasure.

If they were allowed to succeed, even if the Han army managed to win, they would inevitably pay a heavy price.

But would Su Yao allow that?

So at this very moment, everyone witnessed a jaw-dropping sight.

A pitch-black, thick city gate crossbeam—one that required several men to manipulate—was lifted up by Su Yao:

"Ooh-ooh-ooh-oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!"

"This is impossible!!"

Not only were the royal guards frightened out of their wits, but even the Han soldiers collectively stepped back a pace.

You must know that this was no ordinary gate bar; it was a specially reinforced iron-reinforced heavy gate bar from a military fortress, weighing nearly a thousand pounds!

Truly worthy of being described as having the might to pull up mountains and a spirit that overrode the world.

"Overlord! Overlord! Overlord!"

Wasn't this just like the legendary Overlord lifting the cauldron?

No, Su Yao even went a step further—he actually...

Easily swung this thick city gate bar and charged out!

"Taste my club!"

Bang!

With a deafening crash, the dark and thick gate bar twirled up and down in Su Yao's hands. With a single smash downward, six or seven closely packed royal guards instantly turned into a heap of minced meat; no armor could possibly withstand such weight.

"Mommy—"

"So you think your armor defense is high, huh!"

Bang!

"No—"

"So you're the Chanyu’s Royal Guards, huh!"

Bang!

"A monster, it's a monster—"

Bang!

The royal guards completely broke down. With every thunderous, earth-shaking crash, at least five or more elite guards lost their lives.

They huddled together and turned to run, but—

"Where do you small fry think you're going!"

Bang!

Blow after blow, the sound like thunder, the force like a falling mountain!

It wasn't just a simple smashing into the ground; Su Yao would also sweep it horizontally from time to time, and in the blink of an eye, several more guards were beaten into bloody pulps, sent flying backward.

The narrow fortress gateway that had just granted them a massive tactical advantage had now become their death trap, cutting off all avenues of escape.

In just over two short minutes, all forty-seven elite guards were completely annihilated.

...

Thud~

Such a violent and bloody massacre not only struck terror into the enemy's heart, but also sent massive tremors through the hearts of his own men like a nightmare. Only when they confirmed that the dull thud was merely Su Yao casually tossing away the gate bar did their minds finally settle somewhat.

"Cheng Lian!"

Cheng Lian staggered, hurriedly stepping out of formation:

"Present! Subordinate is present!"

"What are you standing there like a fool for? The path is open, full assault charge, go!"

"Understood."

"Hmph? Did none of you eat? Where is your killing intent?"

Su Yao waved his massive hand:

"Before dawn, I want to see the Great Han banner fluttering atop the city walls! Did you all hear me?!"

"Understood—"

The Han soldiers roared in unison with all the strength they could muster, and then, heads held high and sabers brandished, they rushed like a swarm of bees out of the pool of blood at the gateway.

The elite guards were wiped out, and all the fortress garrison commanders had fallen. When the archers atop the city walls saw these barbarian-dressed Han soldiers with red strips tied around their arms charging up, their resistance collapsed almost without a fight.

Yet these Han soldiers accepted no prisoners. They hunted down every single barbarian soldier with fanatical fury, fighting from the walls to the plaza, and from the plaza into the official mansion. Every corner of the fortress bore the bloody traces of fierce combat.

Until the first ray of morning sunlight illuminated the tall walls of Huanglu Fortress.

The wolf banner of the Xiongnu was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by a fluttering, blood-red banner bearing the character for "Su" written in bold Han script!

However, this scene was something Su Yao could no longer see—

Standing proudly, he had tightly closed his eyes.