mc-med Chapter 406 Xue Liang angrily berates Qin Qiong
Chapter 406 Xue Liang angrily berates Qin Qiong
"Traitor, how dare you lead your troops to fight when you see my heavenly army arrive?"
Yang Lin, holding the Water and Fire Dragon-Binding Staff, sat upright on his horse and shouted.
Although he was over fifty years old, his beard and hair were all white.
His voice remained strong and resonant, each word like iron, echoing across the empty battlefield.
"You old scoundrel who killed my father, today we meet on the battlefield, and I'll make sure you never return to Dengzhou!"
Qin Qiong raised his hand, pointing his finger directly at Yang Lin's face, his voice filled with resentment and hatred that had been suppressed for many years.
When he recognized Yang Lin as his godfather, he already harbored deep hatred for this man.
The hatred for the murderer of one's father is irreconcilable.
However, he was weak at the time, had few soldiers, and nowhere to go, so he had no choice but to recognize the enemy as his father.
That bow wasn't to his godfather, but to a temporary expedient.
Those three kowtows were not for gratitude, but for forbearance and humiliation.
Now, all the resentment, hatred, and anger that had been suppressed for more than a decade in his heart were transformed into this outburst of angry words directed at him face to face.
He had waited far too long for this day.
"Brother-in-law."
Xue Liang poked half his head out from behind Yang Lin and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Do you still recognize your second brother? Have you forgotten when you kowtowed three times to your godfather?"
Although Xue Liang's martial arts skills were inferior to Qin Qiong's, his verbal skills were unmatched by ten Qin Qiongs tied together.
His specialty is exposing people's shortcomings, the kind of thing that rubs salt into their wounds.
Qin Qiong's expression changed slightly, the change was so fast that it was almost instantaneous, but Xue Liang still caught it.
He was secretly delighted, and his words became even more sharp.
"Recognizing Yang Lin, that old scoundrel, as your godfather is nothing more than a temporary expedient." Qin Qiong gritted his teeth, composed his expression, and spoke coldly, "Only a bunch of fools like you would take it seriously."
"A stopgap measure?" Xue Liang chuckled strangely, drawing out his words.
"The so-called expedient measure is to find a father to worship?"
If I were your father, I would be so angry that I would die again if I found out in the afterlife that my son had recognized such a godfather.
No, I'll die twice more!
"And your so-called righteousness is nothing but bullshit."
Every time Wagang is in trouble, you're the fastest runner!
"Look at you, you harm people wherever you go. Luo Yi, Dou Jiande, who didn't die at your hands?"
You ungrateful wretch, how dare you spout nonsense here?
He kept hurling insults, one after another, like a machine gun, relentlessly stabbing Qin Qiong in the sore spots.
They talked about Dengzhou, then about Wagang, and then about Hebei.
He knew every single detail like the back of his hand, almost as if he were reciting Qin Qiong's family genealogy.
In short.
If Qin Qiong comes to start a war of words today, he won't be able to get away with it.
You can't beat me, but you can at least verbally abuse me?
"Your Majesty, why waste words with this incompetent man?"
Du Mingfang turned his head and said to Qin Qiong.
His two swords were already drawn, their blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Unable to contain himself any longer, he shifted his body slightly on horseback and exclaimed, "This humble general is willing to go and slaughter them all, leaving not a single one alive!"
"Beat the drums to cheer them on!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Qiong raised his hand and shouted.
He stopped looking at Xue Liang and didn't bother to say anything more.
On the battlefield, swords and spears are the only true weapons.
"Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump."
The war drums sounded, gradually increasing in speed and intensity, like muffled thunder rolling across the earth, making people's chests feel heavy.
The drumbeats struck hearts, igniting fighting spirit and murderous intent.
"Yang Lin's adopted son, I've come to meet you!"
Du Mingfang gripped the reins, spurred his horse's flanks, and charged out of the formation first.
He twirled the twin swords in his hands, the blades flashing like snowflakes, exuding a menacing aura.
"Father, let me stab him!"
Xue Liang gripped the silver spear in his hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever.
Killing those nameless guys yesterday doesn't count as real battlefield skill.
If I can kill one of Qin Qiong's generals today, I will not have failed my adoptive father's teachings of many years!
"This man is formidable, my son, be careful!"
Yang Lin glanced at Du Mingfang's weapon and then at his aura, and immediately understood the situation.
If he wasn't mistaken, the one wielding the double swords should be Du Mingfang, one of the four generals who had previously followed Dou Jiande.
This man has a fiery temper and always charges ahead in battle. He's a veteran of the battlefield and has excellent fighting skills.
"Why should godfather bolster the prestige of others!"
Xue Liang shouted defiantly, grabbed the reins, brandished his spear, and charged out from the front lines.
He wanted to see just how capable these so-called generals of the four directions really were.
"Hehehe."
Du Mingfang let out a piercing, eerie laugh, a laugh that was sharp and long, like the cry of an owl, sending chills down one's spine.
He parried Xue Liang's thrusting silver spear with his left hand and slashed out with his right hand.
The swordsmanship was swift and fierce, with offense and defense working together seamlessly.
The two horses crossed paths, swords and spears clashed, and sparks flew.
Du Mingfang's playing style is extremely shrewd.
Instead of distancing himself from Xue Liang, he tried desperately to get closer.
A knife is a short weapon, while a spear is a long weapon. Once you get close, a long spear becomes less effective and is less agile than a short knife.
After a few cuts, Xue Liang's face was covered with shallow bloody marks, which stung painfully.
The most dangerous cut grazed his throat, narrowly missing it by a hair's breadth; his collar was slashed open, revealing the flesh beneath.
If it were any deeper, I'd probably get my throat slit.
"Grandfather, my second uncle is no match for him."
Lu Heng stood on the chariot, his hands gripping the railing tightly, his small brows furrowed into a knot.
His eyes were fixed on the battle, filled with worry.
He was not trying to boost the morale of others while diminishing his own.
He could see clearly that his second uncle had used a short spear instead of a long one, getting too close to the enemy wielding double swords.
My grandfather once said, "An inch longer, an inch stronger."
Since it is a battle between long weapons and short weapons, the distance should be increased to use the long weapon to control the short weapon.
If one doesn't know how to maintain distance and instead engages in close combat, then the advantage of long weapons will be completely lost, and short weapons will be more agile.
Xue Liang was clearly led astray by his opponent, and in his haste, he forgot the key principles his grandfather had taught him countless times.
"That brat."
Yang Lin gripped the Dragon-Trapping Staff tightly in his hand, his words filled with both worry and exasperated frustration at the perceived lack of progress.
He had explained countless times how to fight a long weapon against a short weapon.
Unfortunately, Xue Liang couldn't remember anything; he forgot everything as soon as he entered the fray, which would put him at a great disadvantage.
"Your Majesty, this humble general will go to relieve the siege."
At that moment, Zuo Xiong, a Goguryeo man, clasped his hands in a gesture of supplication.
He initially followed Lü Xiao, and was later sent to Dengzhou to help Yang Lin kill bandits and make meritorious contributions, thus becoming a famous and valiant general in Dengzhou.
His martial arts skills were among the best in the Dengzhou army, and he wielded the fish-head and phoenix-tail axe with unparalleled skill.
"it is good."
Yang Lin nodded. At this point, this was the only option. If Xue Liang continued fighting, he might lose his life on the battlefield.
"Second Protector, step back and rest. I'll take this thief's head!"