Chapter 292 Sneak Attack
Ji Wuye led five thousand elite soldiers and quietly approached the Xinzheng camp.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, the march was extremely secretive and made almost no sound.

Accompanying them were a number of large-scale engineering equipment, including catapults, siege ladders, and battering rams specifically used to destroy city walls.

Ji Wuye sneered and looked at the fire in the distance: “Han Fei, yesterday you relied on a woman to win my Wu Gong by chance, but from tonight on, this war will be completely controlled by me.”

“I want you to know that strength is the only rule that determines victory or defeat!”

But just as he was about to approach Han Fei’s camp, a scout suddenly ran over from the front and said, “General! This is bad! Han Fei has led his troops out of the camp and is blocking our way!”

“What?” Ji Wuye suddenly pulled the reins.

“Han Fei actually noticed my actions so quickly?”

He looked up and saw torches dotted like stars in the wilderness in the distance. Han Fei’s army was already lined up in front, ready for battle.

Although Han Fei’s military strength was far inferior to Ji Wuye’s, his rigorous deployment of troops was clearly not a hasty and casual response.

“Tsk, this scholar Han Fei is really cunning.” Ji Wuye cursed in a low voice.

Han Fei sat on his warhorse and looked at Ji Wuye’s army in the distance: “Ji Wuye, do you think I don’t know your plan? You lost face in front of the battle yesterday, and you must want to launch a sneak attack to save the situation today.”

“Unfortunately, in my eyes, you are nothing but a clown.”

He looked back at the soldiers behind him. There were not many of them.

Zhao Ji’s victory boosted their morale, and Han Fei commanded calmly.

“Pass my order, the entire army will line up and be ready to meet the enemy at any time!” Han Fei said loudly.

“Today, we want to let Ji Wuye know that neither a sneak attack nor a violent attack can shake our city!”

The soldiers shouted in unison: “We will defend Xinzheng to the death!”

When Ji Wuye led his army to Han Fei’s formation.

He didn’t expect Han Fei’s reaction to be so quick, and he actually blocked them in advance with that pitiful force.

“Han Fei!” Ji Wuye shouted.

“You are quite clever. You were able to detect my actions in advance!”

Han Fei sneered and rode forward. His voice was clearly heard in front of the two armies: “Ji Wuye, it would be fine if you didn’t withdraw your troops after losing, but you actually dared to launch a sneak attack in the middle of the night with these broken engineering equipment. Are you trying to sneak up the city wall? You are the commander of a hundred thousand troops, how can you be so shameless?”

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers behind Han Fei burst into laughter.

Ji Wuye’s soldiers lowered their heads one by one, afraid of being mentioned.

“Han Fei!” Ji Wuye’s face turned pale.

“Don’t bother with your words here! Strength is everything on the battlefield. Do you think you can stop my army with just these few people?”

“Strength?” Han Fei snorted coldly.

“You lost the duel yesterday, and you dare to talk about your strength today? Ji Wuye, where is your face?”

“You!” Ji Wuye gritted his teeth in anger, and his hands holding the reins trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said coldly: “Han Fei, since you like to talk so much, let’s do it again! Three rounds to decide the winner, do you dare to accept it?”

Han Fei raised his lips slightly: “Why not? But I advise you to think it over carefully. Don’t lose three games and then you won’t even have the face to lead the troops.”

Ji Wuye waved his hand and said, “Since you agreed, it will be easy! The first round is still a duel! Feng Ting!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly man rode forward, holding a huge Guandao, and swept through Han Fei’s army fiercely.

“Han Fei!” Feng Ting shouted loudly, and his voice shook the battlefield like thunder.

“If you still have men who can fight, send them out immediately! Otherwise, I will kill you directly and let you know what true strength is!”

When the soldiers behind Han Fei heard Feng Ting’s name, their faces turned pale with fright, and many of them couldn’t help but shrink back.

“It’s Feng Ting! The most powerful general of the rebellious South Korea!”

“This man is ten thousand times stronger than Wu Gong. I heard that he once killed thousands of people on the battlefield. Who can stop him?”

“It’s over, Master, there’s really nothing we can do this time…”

Just as Han Fei’s eyes swept across the formation.

“Zhao Ji!”

Zhao Ji appeared in the army formation, her shoulders and chest were wrapped in thick bandages, and her face was still pale.

“Han Fei, I’m coming.”

“You’re crazy!” Han Fei immediately rode his horse towards her.

“Zhao Ji, your injury hasn’t healed yet, how can you play again? Do you know that this time your opponent is Feng Ting, who is even stronger than Wu Gong!”

Zhao Ji looked up at Han Fei and said, “Han Fei, this is a battlefield. Since I am standing here, I cannot retreat.”

“I was able to kill Wu Gong yesterday, and I can kill Feng Ting today.”

Han Fei looked at her stubborn face and felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Once Zhao Ji’s character makes a decision, she will never change it.

“Zhao Ji, your life is not meant to be risked!” Han Fei said in a low voice, even with a hint of pleading.

Zhao Ji just shook her head gently: “Han Fei, my life is used to protect you.”

“If I don’t stand up, who will protect Xinzheng?”

Bai Jing walked to Han Fei’s side and sighed, “Sir, Miss Zhao Ji’s feelings cannot be changed.”

“If we stop her, it will damage morale.”

Han Fei was silent for a moment, and finally sighed: “Okay, but remember, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Hahahaha!” Seeing Zhao Ji coming injured, Ji Wuye burst into laughter.

“Zhao Ji, a stunning beauty like you, why would you work for a weak scholar like Han Fei? Why don’t you join me, Ji Wuye? I will ensure that you enjoy wealth and glory. How about being my wife?”

Zhao Ji sneered: “Ji Wuye, are you worthy?”

Ji Wuye was about to speak when he saw Feng Ting rushing out on his horse, roaring, “Stop talking nonsense and let me kill her!”

Feng Ting pounced on Zhao Ji like a gust of wind, and swung the Guandao in his hand down fiercely, with a whistling sound, as if he wanted to smash Zhao Ji and the sword into pieces.

Zhao Ji barely raised her knife to block, but the huge force made her stagger back. The wound on her chest cracked slightly, and blood seeped through the bandage.

“Zhao Ji!” Han Fei felt a sharp pain in his heart and gripped the reins tightly with both hands.

However, just as Feng Ting swung the iron rod again to deal a fatal blow to Zhao Ji, a flash of cold light passed by and directly blocked the Guandao.

“clang!”

The iron rod was shaken away, Feng Ting’s hands felt numb, and he almost dropped the weapon.

He looked up suddenly and saw a figure that stunned him.

“Han Fei?”

Han Fei was holding a light sword and stood in front of Zhao Ji coldly: “Feng Ting, you want to kill her, have you asked me?”

Feng Ting’s hands were shaking, and he felt numb as he held his huge sword.

He stared in disbelief at the long sword in Han Fei’s hand. It was a sword so light that it could almost be blown by the wind, but it blocked the heavy sword that he swung with all his strength.

The attack just now was powerful enough to shatter any shield or weapon, but Han Fei took it easily without even taking a step back.

“This… how is it possible?” Cold sweat began to seep out of Feng Ting’s forehead.

For the first time, the look in his eyes when he looked at Han Fei changed from contempt to shock.

Ji Wuye on the opposite side was also stunned.

He sat on his warhorse, feeling uneasy: “How can this guy… have such strength? Isn’t he a scholar who is powerless?”

The soldiers around were also silent. The crowd that was still talking a moment ago was now so quiet that only the sound of the flags blowing in the wind could be heard.

Han Fei stood in front of Zhao Ji coldly, and the sword trembled lightly, making a crisp buzzing sound. He swept past Feng Ting without saying a word, but made people feel an invisible pressure.

At this moment, two soldiers stepped forward quickly, helped up Zhao Ji, who was covered in blood, and carried her to the camp.

Although Zhao Ji was seriously injured, she never left Han Fei.

“Han Fei…” she murmured in a low voice.

At this time, Zhao Ji was already well aware of Feng Ting’s strength.

Feng Ting is the most powerful general in Korea, and his strength is several times stronger than that of Wu Gong.

In her current condition, she could never be a match for Feng Ting.

But Han Fei, this weak scholar, stood in the center of the battlefield with a fearless attitude at this moment, blocking Feng Ting’s heavy attack with a light sword!
“How many secrets does he have? Why is he so strong?”

A warm feeling suddenly surged in my heart.

She saw the deep heartache in Han Fei’s eyes and his determination to fight for her.

She smiled softly, with a hint of weak satisfaction: “I was not wrong about you.”

Han Fei watched Zhao Ji being carried back to the camp, his brows furrowed, his heart full of pity: “Zhao Ji, you have done your best for me. Now, it is my turn to protect you.”

However, at this moment, Zhao Ji’s expression suddenly changed, and she suddenly shouted: “Han Fei, be careful!”

Han Fei turned around suddenly, only to see Feng Ting wielding the sword like a poisonous snake, aiming directly at Han Fei’s head!

“Pfft!”

Han Fei hesitated, but the blade of the sword still cut into Han Fei’s shoulder. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his clothes red.

Han Fei groaned, but gritted his teeth and did not cry out in pain.

“Hahaha!” Feng Ting grinned and swung his sword fiercely on Han Fei’s shoulder.

“Han Fei, you are nothing more than this! In a life-and-death duel, you dare to be distracted and offer your shoulder for me to stab. You are really courting death!”

The surrounding soldiers were in an uproar, and Han Fei’s soldiers were even more worried about Han Fei.

“Son!”

“Master Han Fei!”

Zhao Ji watched this scene, and felt a tearing pain in her heart: “Han Fei, don’t be distracted!”

However, Han Fei just slowly raised one hand and pressed the wound on his shoulder, blood flowing out from between his fingers.

Without any explanation, he just took a deep breath and jumped off the horse.

This action stunned everyone.

“What is he going to do?”

“Han Fei actually got off his horse! He was injured, but he dared to get off his horse on his own initiative?”

Feng Ting was also stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: “Hahaha! Han Fei, are you scared? Are you afraid that I will knock you off the horse? What, are you going to kneel down and beg for mercy after you get off the horse?”

Han Fei ignored Feng Ting’s ridicule.

He slowly inserted the sword into the soil, threw it on the ground, then stood up and glared at Feng Ting.

This scene shocked everyone.

“He…he actually threw away his weapon!”

“Han Fei doesn’t want to die? He is facing Feng Ting!”

“Is he so frightened that he is ready to surrender?”

Ji Wuye couldn’t help laughing: “It’s finally over! Han Fei, this scholar, has finally revealed his weak nature!”

Feng Ting smiled coldly: “Han Fei, are you going to kneel down and beg me to spare your life? But I’m sorry, I, Feng Ting, never leave anyone alive!”

Just as Feng Ting was approaching step by step, Han Fei suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and a terrifying murderous aura emanated from his body.

His bones made a creaking sound, and an infinite power was awakening in his body.

“You forced me to do this.”

The smile on Feng Ting’s face froze, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented chill.

Han Fei’s murderous aura was like an invisible sharp blade that enveloped him, causing him to have the illusion that he was unable to move.

“You…” Feng Ting had just opened his mouth when Han Fei rushed over like a gust of wind!

Feng Ting subconsciously raised the big knife in his hand, ready to face Han Fei’s madness.

However, Han Fei did not attack him, but punched the horse he was riding!

“Bam—!”

Han Fei’s fist smashed hard into the chest of the warhorse. The horse let out a sharp neigh and leaped high on its front hooves. Feng Ting, who was on the horse’s back, had no time to react and was thrown off, falling heavily to the ground.

“Boom!” The warhorse fell to the ground, its limbs twitched, and it foamed at the mouth. Han Fei beat it to death with one punch.

This scene left everyone stunned.

“Is that still a human?”

“Han Fei only used one punch… and killed the horse?”

Feng Ting struggled to get up from the ground: “You… who are you?”

Han Fei looked at him coldly: “You dare to bully my woman? Today, I will let you see what unrivaled combat power is. I don’t need weapons to kill you!”

“Bullying my woman…” These six words entered Zhao Ji’s ears, making her heart tremble violently.

She looked at Han Fei in the center of the battlefield. His tall and thin figure looked like he would fall down if the wind blew, but he stood in front of all the dangers.

Zhao Ji’s eyes were slightly moist.

Han Fei…

It turns out…I can actually feel so happy.

“Ahahahaha!!!”

At this time, Feng Ting fell to the ground, his whole body aching. He slowly got up, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he even started laughing wildly.

“Han Fei, do you think you can defeat me with your brute force? Ridiculous! I, Feng Ting, am the best warrior in Korea! Today, I will chop off your head and see if you still have the capital to be so arrogant!”

As Feng Ting spoke, he bent down and picked up the huge sword from the ground.

He held the knife in both hands and stepped on the ground, causing a dull “bang” sound. He pounced on Han Fei like a tiger, and the huge blade chopped down fiercely on Han Fei’s head!
However, Han Fei stood still, and the moment Feng Ting approached, he suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the armor belt on Feng Ting’s chest.

“What?” Feng Ting’s pupils suddenly shrank.

Han Fei actually dared to face his blade so directly, and he didn’t expect that Han Fei’s speed was so fast that he had no time to react.

The next moment, he felt his chest tighten, and Han Fei grabbed the breastplate strap with one hand, and lifted him off the ground!
“How is it possible…he actually lifted me up with one hand?” Feng Ting was horrified, totally unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

He was wearing heavy armor, and his weight including equipment was three hundred kilograms, but Han Fei lifted him up in the air like a chicken!

Han Fei looked at Feng Ting coldly, without a trace of pity, only overwhelming anger.

“You wanted to chop off my head just now? Today I will let you know what will happen if you underestimate me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fei exerted force suddenly and slammed Feng Ting to the ground mercilessly with one hand!

“boom–!”

Feng Ting’s body hit the ground like a huge rock, making a dull thud, and even raising a layer of dust from the ground.

He fell heavily to the ground, and the armor on his chest made a harsh metallic friction sound. Although he was protected by heavy armor, the huge impact force made his internal organs seem to shift.

“Puff!” Feng Ting spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was breathing heavily and trying to get up by supporting himself with his hands, but his bones felt like they were falling apart and he had no strength at all.

(End of this chapter)