Lord in the Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 77: Failed Ambush, Countered by a Fire Attack

Zhao Ritian’s expression changed drastically. He stood up hastily and shouted, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Seven thousand armored soldiers emerged, forming ranks and charging forward. They held shields in their left hands and swords in their right—these were sword-and-shield troops!

This was a top-tier first-tier troop, just a step away from the second tier! Each of them had formidable combat abilities.

However, Long Chen merely sneered at this. Before these hidden soldiers could charge out of the dense forest, he drew his bow, pulled it to a full moon position, and shot the rockets in his hands.

It was like a fire dragon diving into the deep sea!

His movements were skilled, seamless. Fortunately, this final task didn’t require precise aim; otherwise, the arrows might not have hit any soldiers.

The flames sparked, igniting a wildfire!

The raging fire enveloped the dense forest.

Zhao Ritian let out a piercing scream, "Ah!!!"

Amid the life-or-death situation, he managed to lead only over two thousand soldiers out; the remaining five thousand were devoured by the endless flames!

"General Zhao, let’s retreat!" exclaimed a terrified deputy.

"Our army has suffered heavy losses. If we don’t retreat now, we’ll be wiped out by the enemy!"

Zhao Ritian raised his head, letting out a sorrowful and desperate howl, "Ah! Long Chen! I, Zhao Ritian, will feast on your flesh and drink your blood!!"

Immediately, he mounted a horse and fled.

Observing this, Long Chen chose not to pursue further. He was concerned that there might be more ambushes ahead.

He hadn’t anticipated that Yan Baihu had set an ambush in advance to attack his army.

Now, his troops were exhausted. If it weren’t for Long Chen’s special cultivation techniques, he might not have discovered such a concealed ambush.

If they succeeded in the ambush, he would have to retreat without fighting...

It seemed that he couldn’t underestimate these player and local NPCs!

After reflecting, Long Chen ordered the army to travel another fifty miles before setting up camp!

They were now very close to Yan Baihu’s large army and couldn’t continue attacking!

This was another reason why he didn’t dare to continue chasing Zhao Ritian earlier.

Zhao Ritian’s appearance at this moment was truly tragic. His fiery red armor had turned into ash, and his once fair face was smoked to a meat-like color...

As he attempted to enter Yan Baihu’s main tent, he was almost beaten to death by several guards outside.

Fortunately, he showed them the token bestowed by Yan Baihu, proving his identity.

Yan Baihu, witnessing Zhao Ritian’s pitiful state, couldn’t help but inhale sharply.

"Ritian, how... how did you end up like this?"

Zhao Ritian, choked with sorrow, bowed his head and lamented, "General, ah... I... I miscalculated! I didn’t expect Long Chen to be so cowardly, almost falling into the ambush circle, but in the end, he didn’t!"

"And... and that Long Chen is so sinister and treacherous. He pretended that everything was fine on the surface but secretly ordered his men to be cautious..."

"Ah, my... my reputation as Zhao Ritian has been ruined by him!!!"

Yan Baihu was getting somewhat impatient. He hadn’t expected Long Chen to be this formidable. But more than that, he was worried about his seven thousand sword-and-shield troops—after all, they were his private soldiers!

Facing three opponents single-handedly was a trivial matter for him.

He quickly inquired, "Ritian! Are my seven thousand sword-and-shield troops safe now? How many have returned!?"

At this point, Zhao Ritian lowered his head, revealing a shameful expression.

He struggled to speak, "General, only... only over two thousand sword-and-shield soldiers have returned... the rest... perished in the sea of fire..."

"What... what!!!?" Yan Baihu exclaimed, staggering.

Since he rose to power, his greatest achievement had been his over ten thousand first-tier top troops—the sword-and-shield soldiers. Yet, Zhao Ritian now informed him that five thousand sword-and-shield soldiers would never return.

One could imagine Yan Baihu’s current state of mind.

"Ritian! You! You!!!" Yan Baihu pointed at Zhao Ritian’s head but couldn’t utter a complete sentence for a while.

He had planned to intercept Long Chen’s troops outside Wu County, but now it turned into a disastrous situation!

Half of his elite troops were lost.

Yan Baihu asked again, "How much damage did Long Chen’s troops suffer?"

At this, Zhao Ritian fell silent instantly!

If he claimed every single soldier was injured, Yan Baihu might have him skinned alive.

So, he lied, "General! Although our army suffered heavy losses, under our soldiers’ valiant fight to the death, Long Chen’s troops also lost over several thousand men!"

After all, Yan Baihu didn’t know exactly how many soldiers Long Chen had sent. By concocting a number, Zhao Ritian hoped to get away with it.

Indeed, upon hearing this, Yan Baihu felt slightly relieved but still glared angrily at Zhao Ritian.

After calming down a bit, he expressed his concerns, "What should we do now? We’re caught between the officials from Wu County and the Dragon Army from Jiujiang!"

"General, I believe this matter is manageable. The Wu County officials now have only 10,000 troops, and the Dragon Army from Jiujiang is just 5,000. Meanwhile, our army has a massive force of 50,000, several times their number."

"With our full strength, we can definitely win in a single battle!"

The speaker was still Zhao Ritian.

His face exuded confidence. He didn’t agree with the result of losing in the first encounter with Long Chen. He believed it was because Long Chen was too cunning and treacherous!

In a direct confrontation, he was convinced they could beat Long Chen tenfold!

Yan Baihu looked at Zhao Ritian, who appeared grim, with suspicion written all over his face.

However, considering this person had helped him continuously win battles before, he decided to give him another chance.

"Alright, I’m willing to give you another chance, but you’ll need to make a military pledge. Otherwise, the soldiers’ morale will be hard to stabilize!"

Zhao Ritian nodded, saying, "That’s natural!"

Immediately, he made the military pledge!

If he failed again this time, it would be an immediate execution...

For Zhao Ritian, the player behind this character, even if he got executed, it wouldn’t matter much. He’d just have to respawn in a new area to level up again. But the thought of experiencing execution was terrifying.

He thought to himself, "This time, I must succeed, failure is not an option!!!"

The next day,

Zhao Ritian led 10,000 ordinary soldiers, forming a formation outside Long Chen’s camp.

The drums resounded, and shouts filled the air.

Wearing silver armor, Long Chen stood at the gate of the camp, calmly observing the group of performers in the distance.

Seeing the lively commotion below, Xu Chu couldn’t help but request to battle, saluting respectfully. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Master, let me go down! My Ebony Gold Giant Blade is eager for action!"

"Alright, go!" Long Chen calmly responded.

Excitedly, Xu Chu drew two Ebony Gold Giant Blades and rode a black horse, charging out of the camp gate.

Shouting loudly, "You little thief, why don’t you come forward and meet your death!"

Xu Chu’s booming voice shook the heavens, and his imposing stature made it clear he was a formidable warrior!

Zhao Ritian felt somewhat intimidated.

He felt envious. Why could Long Chen recruit such powerful warriors?

He glanced back at the warriors he had recruited, noticing they were a motley crew, with one even smiling foolishly, revealing a set of crooked teeth...