Chapter 47: Single Sword and Horse

  "Kill!" The beastman army surged forward like a tide, attacking the Tiger Mountain Valley fiercely. The remaining 10,000-strong Iron Tiger Army also stood up with all their might, biting tightly at the entrance of the valley, not giving an inch, as if trying to delay for a moment, so that the refugees who retreated last night could safely reach Huangshan City.

  Shi Hu held a long sword in his hand, riding at the forefront of the valley entrance, constantly slashing and killing the surrounding enemies. With every swing of his sword, Shi Hu took away the lives of over a dozen enemy soldiers.

  Less than ten minutes into the battle, both sides had entered a state of frenzy. The bodies piled up like mountains at the entrance to Tiger Valley, and every time a batch of beastmen soldiers fell, another large batch would rush in to fill the gap behind them. Under such relentless attacks by the beastmen, the losses suffered by the Tiger Troop grew greater and greater, with more and more soldiers falling one after another.

  Half an hour later, the remaining more than 10,000 troops of the fierce tiger team were left with less than 2,000 people. However, these remaining troops did not retreat and every soldier showed a fearless expression, still stepping on the bodies of enemies and their own companions, stubbornly guarding the narrow valley mouth of Tiger Valley, not giving an inch.

  Yan Menggui, covered in blood, rushed to Shi Hu's side, his eyes red-rimmed as he shouted: "General, our army has suffered heavy losses, retreat! If we don't retreat now, the Tiger Troop will be finished!"

  Shi Hu heard Yan Menggui's words and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "Withdraw, do you think we can still withdraw? If we retreat again, if Tiger Valley falls, what does that mean for Tianlong Kingdom?"

  "But General..."

  "Lao Yan, don't say anymore, take the brothers and retreat! I'll stay behind to cover our backs." Shi Hu waved his hand grandly, his sword-wielding hand still dancing in the air, and in an instant, he took down several more enemy lives.

  "General." Yan Menggui let out a mournful cry, tears streaming down the face of the regiment commander who had been in the army for nearly twenty years.

  "Lao Yan, you and I are different. As the general of the Meng Hu Tuan, losing the Tiger Gate is already an unforgivable sin. Let me, Shi Hu, shed the last drop of blood for the Tian Long Kingdom! Let me die with some dignity, go!" Shi Hu slashed open several incoming enemies with his sword and roared at Yan Menggui.

  Yan Menggui saw Shi Hu's resolute expression and knew that even if he tried to persuade him, Shi Hu wouldn't back down. So he loudly roared: "Damn it, Old Shi! Since you won't leave, I, Yan, will fight to the end too! Brothers, follow me and kill!"

  "Lao Yan." Shi Hu's eyes turned red.

  Yan Menggui saw Shi Hu's expression and smiled: "Heh, you can't escape punishment as a general, and I, the battalion commander, can't escape either. Rather than going back to be tormented by those petty people, it's better to die on the battlefield and earn a heroic name."

  After more than ten minutes, the two thousand or so people of the Tiger Troop were left with only three hundred or so people. These three hundred or so people all had injuries on their bodies, but even so, these three hundred or so soldiers swarmed around Shi Hu's side, tightly surrounding Shi Hu and Yan Menggui in the middle. Each soldier's face revealed an expression of viewing death as a return, coldly gazing out at the encircling enemy ahead.

  "Halt." A shout came from the beastman soldiers, and then the beastman soldiers surrounding the Tiger Troop parted to make way for a beastman commander to walk out.

  Routuba gazed at the over 300 people in front of him, a hint of reluctance flashing across his face. This feeling Routuba himself didn't know why he had, logically speaking, in these twenty plus years, how many beastmen soldiers had died at the hands of the Mottled Tiger Squad? Really calculating it, the Mottled Tiger Squad should be the archenemy of the Beastmen Country, so why did a hint of reluctance arise in his heart? Was it just because the battles with the Mottled Tiger Squad every year hadn't formed any emotions?

  "Stone Tiger, I respect you as a good man. Put down your weapon and I can let your men leave." Rutbah said.

  "Commander..." The deputy officer beside Luteba heard his commander's words and cried out in surprise.

  Luteb heard his deputy's exclamation and showed a hint of disgust on his face, shouting: "Shut up, what am I doing that needs you to teach me?"

  Lute's deputy heard his superior's rebuke and saw the dissatisfaction on his face, and was so frightened that he hurriedly shut his mouth.

  Shi Hu heard Ruteba's words and his face changed slightly, after a moment, Shi Hu smiled and asked: "Are these words true?"

  Luteba heard Shi Hu's words and let out a long sigh. In fact, from his own perspective, it was absolutely no problem to wipe out Shi Hu's more than 300 people, it was just a matter of time. However, although the remaining 300 people were all injured, their combat effectiveness was not to be underestimated. At least they could survive under the continuous attack of Luteba's more than 70,000 troops. These people could be said to be the elite among the elites. If these people really fought with their lives on the line, the cost of taking them down would definitely be very high. Luteba did not want his own troops to suffer heavy casualties again, so he had this scene of persuasion.

  "I guarantee it on my honor," Rutbah said calmly.

  Shi Hu gazed at Lute's confident expression and threw out the long sword in his hand: "Alright, I believe you."

  "General!" Yan Menggui and those remaining three hundred people exclaimed in unison.

  Shi Hu gazed at the unwilling eyes, a faint smile on his face: "Brothers, I, Shi Hu, remember your intentions in my heart, but it's too late now. Even if I could return alive, I would have no face to meet the villagers and elders of Tiger Gate. Old Yan, take them away."

  "General." Yan Menggui's face showed a look of unwillingness, but his mind was constantly thinking, as if trying to find a way to solve the problem in front of him. However, no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't think of a perfect solution.

  "Go." Shi Hu shouted loudly, then snatched the long sword from Yan Menggui's hand and placed it horizontally on his own neck, saying: "If you don't leave now, I'll kill myself in front of you."

  "General." Yan Menggui and others rushed up, seemingly wanting to grab the long sword hanging from Shi Hu's neck.

  "Halt, you leave. If you don't leave, I'll die in front of you." Shi Hu thrust the long sword in his hand towards his neck, and the blade immediately cut through the skin on his neck, a thread of blood seeping out and flowing down along the sword.

  "No, no, no." Yan Menggui hastily waved his hand and retreated several steps back, his facial expression changing several times before he finally gave a fierce stare at Luteba and gritted his teeth to say to Shi Hu: "This general will obey orders."

  "Heh heh." Shi Hu heard Yan Menggui's words and a faint smile appeared on his face.

  "Kill!!!" Just at this moment, a loud shout came from the rear of the beastman army's main camp, followed by waves of killing shouts, and a burst of ** came from behind the beastman army.

  "Ah!" Shi Hu and Lu Te Ba were stunned, Shi Hu was stunned, could it be that the reinforcements from Tianlong Kingdom had arrived at this time? No, if it were the reinforcements from Tianlong Kingdom, they wouldn't have come from the Tiger Gate direction! They should have appeared from behind them! Could it be...

  Shì Hǔ suddenly thought of a very slim possibility, but currently the only possibility that can lead to this situation is that the thousand light cavalry led by Lěng Xiāo Yóu and the more than 100 vanguard camp soldiers who were defeated earlier.

  "It's Xiao Yao." Yan Menggui's face showed a hint of surprise, but after the surprise passed, his face revealed a sense of loss. Because he saw that Xiao Yao's team had only over 300 people, how could they help him and his men get out of this predicament?

  "These fools, are they going to go die for nothing?" Shi Hu couldn't help but curse.

  Shi Hu and Lü Bu had different ideas. When Lü Bu saw the leader of this team, his face changed slightly. The next moment, he didn't even think about it, and directly waved his hand and shouted: "The first army will return to defense, the second army will stay and watch these people. Without my order, no one is allowed to kill anyone, unless they take the initiative."

  The beast army was unclear why their general would give up the Tiger Mountain Valley, which was about to be captured, and turn back to defend, but on the battlefield, military orders were like mountains, so they only hesitated for a moment before the troops surrounding Tiger Mountain Valley, led by Shi Hu, surged forward and backward like a tide.

  Leng Xiao Yao saw the enemy's large army retreating, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he raised the short sword in his hand, shouting: "Kill!"

  "Kill!" More than 300 people followed Cold Skye's voice, raised their long swords and galloped towards the Beastman army camp.

  "Protect General." Luteba met with Cold Xiao, abandoning the army and entering the camp alone. He immediately thought of Cold Xiao's plan.

  "Rustle, rustle, rustle!" A team of well-equipped soldiers rushed out of the military camp, with countless soldiers of different ethnicities mixed together, surrounding a beautifully decorated tent.

  He saw the tent surrounded by these soldiers, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he secretly thought: "I was worried that I didn't know which tent was the big fish."

  "Madman." Lute's eyes narrowed as he watched Cold Blood walk into the military camp alone.

  "General, what does he plan to do?" Yan Menggui exclaimed in surprise at the front of Tiger Mountain Valley.

  Shi Hu nodded slightly and thought to himself: "Could it be that the Leng family's bloodline has a genetic trait?"

  "This Xiao Yao is truly a madman, actually charging alone into the enemy's headquarters." Yan Menggui seemed to be smiling coldly at Xiao Yao for being reckless, but in his tone, there was a full sense of admiration.

  "Hiss!" The exhausted horse finally collapsed, and Leng Xiao Yao's figure somersaulted in mid-air, narrowly avoiding several incoming spears. Landing on the ground, he swiftly drew his sword and cut down several long guns, charging towards the enemy's tightly besieged tent.

  "What a madman." Yan Menggui was frightened by the scene of Leng Xiangyang falling off his horse earlier, and cold sweat broke out on his back.