Jackson's eyes widened, feeling that this was almost were tens of thousands of Tang people, wearing different clothes, using different weapons, and even of completely different ages and genders. This group of people defeated the Eight-Nation Alliance. In front of the Eight-Nation Alliance were surging enemies. Behind them was a sea of ​​fire with no way to retreat. A small force was working to clear the fire, trying to create a path through it so everyone could escape. However, it now seemed that this would take some time, and Jackson could only hope that the troops in front could withstand the attack. Ren Qi walked quickly forward under the protection of the crowd. Those who tried to shoot at him along the way were stopped or shot dead by another musket. As a result, the elite troops led by Ren Qi became the spearhead of the advance, suffering attacks from the enemy in all directions and causing the most casualties to the enemy. With the cover of the house and the support of everyone, Ren Qi shuttled among the enemy troops, floated into the enemy camp, killed the enemy, and then returned to his own front line. The speed of his actions was simply hard to react. In just a short while, dozens of people were hacked to death by him, all of them were killed with one sword in the throat, and they were killed without even a scream. This certainly boosted the morale of his own people, and also made some people in the Eight-Nation Alliance aware of his danger.

Soon, a team of Yagyu Shinkage-ryu swordsmen drew their swords and headed towards Ren Qiwei. These Japanese ronin, or Japanese samurai, were a group of people who were behind the times. Although they became commanders and soldiers of the new army, the swords they carried made them out of place among the soldiers who shaved their heads close to their scalps. These people are the last warriors still active on the battlefield. After Ren Qi killed several people, he was about to turn around and go back like before, but Yutezakutaro had already caught up with him. However, he did not attack Ren Qi from behind, but stopped him with a shout. Ren Qi glanced at him and asked, "Are you trying to prove your bravery?" Mitetsutaro, the young samurai shook his head and said in broken Chinese: "No, I just want fairness." "Fair? You should look for it under the covers instead of doing such boring things on the battlefield." Feeling that the sword was a little sticky due to the blood, Ren Qi retracted the sword and pulled out a black sword from the other side. Yutetsutaro felt that the black sword was ominous, as if it would have to drink the blood of several people at any time to prevent it from turning into a demon. However, this is the time to demonstrate the warrior's courage and swordsmanship, and there is no time for hesitation. So after a loud shout, Yutetsutaro leaped forward with a forward-looking stance and swung his sword towards Renqi's head. Ren Qi stared at the sword coming, and when it was about to hit him, he seemed to take a step to the side casually. Ren Qi dodged the sword and then swung the sword forward. 呲! Blood spurted out from the young warrior's shoulders to waist and he fell down instantly. Just as he had predicted, the black sword ended his life in a very ominous way. But at least he bought time for his companions. At this time, the other swordsmen of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu had surrounded Renshichi, isolating him from his friendly forces and trapping them in the middle. Ren Qi neither looked at them nor at the young warrior lying on the ground. Because he was just one of the countless people killed by Ren Qi. No matter what experiences, dreams, lovers, and families he had, at the moment he fought against Ren Qi, these things had nothing to do with him.

With just one sword, Ren Qi resolved the lives of these people, whether they were wonderful or ordinary. In short, no matter what, when they chose to set foot on the land of Kyushu, their lives were destined to remain here. This was true for the young warrior and also for the Japanese people surrounding Ren Qi. I don’t know who shouted first and took the lead in attacking Ren Qi. Ren Qi stood there almost motionless. With a wave of his hand, the warrior immediately fell down, squirmed twice on the ground, and died completely. Then another, and one after another. Ren Qi raised his sword and chopped down without a second strike. As long as there were warriors who dared to come up, no matter if they used the furious upper chops, the conservative middle thrusts, or even the weird lower chops, they would be killed by Ren Qi with one sword. They seemed to have come here to die. They jumped up one by one, bumped into Ren Qi's sword, and then fell down with a whimper. As all the Japanese warriors were killed by Ren Qi, he looked like a ruthless god of killing on the battlefield. Just looking at him made people feel sore eyes and sweaty hands and feet. On the other side, the government troops finally joined the battlefield and formed a pincer attack with the soldiers from Tianjin to attack the Eight-Nation Alliance together. More importantly, the government troops brought cannons. Amid the roar of artillery, the troops of the Eight-Nation Alliance fell in large numbers like rice, and the balance of war was tipping towards their side. Until the Eight-Nation Alliance set up more cannons in another location. Side shot! The coalition forces' artillery fired at the government troops and the soldiers from Tianjin from the side. The artillery was like a plow, shooting from the soldiers' left side and smashing to the right side with part of their bodies. The terrifying side fire avoided most of the coalition forces and poured fire on Chen Tianyou and others, as if fire was raining from the sky. The government army's artillery was also overwhelmed by such noise. Ren Qi chopped down another person, looked back at the scene, and remembered Yin Xiu’s previous plan. In his calculations, no matter how strong the morale of the government troops and soldiers was, and how fearless they were of death, when the shells rained down, anyone would be dizzy, and their courage and will would be completely destroyed in just a short while, just like the city walls. Therefore, Yin Xiu once mentioned to him that when the critical moment comes, what he must do must be what only Ren Qi can do. Launch an attack on the artillery of the Eight-Nation Alliance! Following Ren Qi's shout, Yan Feng and Shi Tiebing each led their soldiers to gather at Ren Qi's side, and followed him out from the weak point on the battlefield and headed towards the artillery team. They had to destroy the artillery before it could completely change the situation. Before this, these artillery pieces were hidden at the back of the Eight-Nation Alliance, leaving them far behind. Now, with the changes in the battlefield situation and the movement of firepower, the artillery team is much closer to them than before, and this is the time to attack. General Jackson discovered the existence of the commando team through a telescope and immediately ordered his adjutant: "Don't let the Tang people reach the artillery team at all costs." "Yes!" The adjutant immediately ordered people to wave flags, mobilize all nearby troops to fight, and concentrate more troops there. All of a sudden, the sparse and empty area in front of Ren Qi was filled with densely packed heads.

At the same time, there were also black holes of gun muzzles occupying the space. People kept getting ahead of Ren Qi, running almost desperately. These people are taking bullets for him! boom! A blood mist rose up, and the soldiers in front of Ren Qi, who were like a human wall, fell down in an instant. Ren Qi's eyes were about to curl up, his feet were moving fast, and he walked out of the blood mist without hesitation, like a demon from hell, bringing the bloody wind of death. When the soldiers of the Eight-Nation Alliance were preparing to shoot for the second time, he had already drawn all six swords, causing a bloody storm. Ren Qi entered the coalition team and swung the six swords, still one sword at a time, one sword killed one person, and six swords made up six. The all-out attack from the great master of the Spiritual Consciousness Realm caused a vacuum zone to appear around him in the blink of an eye. Jackson's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he felt that if he accidentally bumped into this expert in the next moment, he would die. He looked at Count Sivir who was also staring at Ren Qi. The most powerful of the vampires felt his gaze and turned to respond to Jackson's gaze. "Count Sivir, can you stop this terrible guy for me and the coalition forces?" Jackson asked with anticipation. However, Xiweier was in a dilemma. After his face turned red and white for a while, he still said with difficulty: "General, I will die if that happens, and I won't be able to stop him." Jackson frowned. "So we're just going to watch him get close to the artillery? And eventually destroy the cannons one by one?" "Don't worry, his sword can kill people and cut off projectiles and cannonballs, but it can't destroy cannons." "But he can hack the artillerymen to death one by one, can't he?" Jackson frowned at him, beginning to disbelieve the power of this big vampire who had previously been able to call the wind and rain. If he doesn't go now, I'm afraid the Shiver family will no longer have a place in this team. Count Sivir certainly felt offended. As the patriarch of the largest vampire family besides the four major blood families, even the four major blood families could not make him obey in the past few hundred years. And now a human, who was just a general, actually looked down on him with his eyes and urged him on in both open and covert ways. How could Count Sivir not feel the desire to kill rising in his heart? But he could not go, for if he did he would die. If it were a hundred years ago, the Vampire Count would not take a Tang person seriously, no matter how skilled he was. However, now that many vampires have died in Asia, this once invincible land has become a dangerous jungle. Count Sivir had no confidence that he could defeat Ren Qi, but his hundreds of years of life had given him extraordinary experience. So he suppressed his anger and just smiled and said: “General, in the past, I have seen countless strong men, whether they are powerful vampires, necromancers, or paladins. They are certainly powerful and terrifying, so powerful that anyone who meets them has to retreat. In a one-on-one fight, they are invincible in this world. However, I have to say that this is a battlefield, not a ring or an arena. We are not engaging in a contest or duel, but in a war." Jackson sensed something, "What do you mean?" "I mean."

Sivir smiled, her brown eyes seemed to nail Ren Qi to the wall. "On the battlefield, personal bravery can only help locally, but cannot play a role in the overall situation. Of course, he was a scary guy, he could hack to death hundreds of us in a quarter of an hour. However, he couldn't keep hacking like this forever, because he was only human after all. Even for us vampires, it's impossible. He will definitely fall. Maybe a few hundred people can't stop him at all, but what about thousands of people and tens of thousands of muskets? He will always slow down, or even stagnate. So we just have to wait for that opportunity to arise.” Of course, Count Sivir's words were his excuse and reason for avoiding fighting with Ren Qi, but it was also an objective analysis. Although Ren Qi was still as brave as ever, his speed in killing the enemies seemed slower than the speed at which the officers and soldiers began to disperse. It didn't take long before those who followed him in the assault artillery team could no longer keep up with his pace. Under the endless artillery bombardment, the soldiers began to disperse. Ye Tianpei and several of his adjutants were watching the battle on horseback from the rear, but the shells had already begun to cross-fire, bringing them into the range of the artillery. Stray bullets fell around them from time to time, making everyone panic. After a cannonball smashed several riders on Ye Tianpei's left to pieces, the three highest officers behind him were awakened from their dreams. "Who the hell are you!?" one of them shouted. Knowing that [Humanity] had lost its effect, white smoke rose from Ye Tianpei's body, revealing his original figure. Yin Xiu appeared here. "It's you!?" The three men woke up as if from a dream, and recalled the ruthless killing of the man in front of them in the general's mansion. He killed almost all the officers and soldiers in the general's mansion, including the masters of the palace, leaving only the three of them. Yin Xiu didn't have time to care about them at this time, he just focused on the war. "Send another cavalry unit out to assist the Jiuzhou Association in attacking the artillery unit." Yin Xiu gave the order, and his expression was no different from that of "Ye Tianpei" before. However, no one was willing to carry out the orders of this fake general. The three officers and the remaining adjutants turned their horses around and fled without looking back. Only the commander who first recognized the general's suspicious identity was still by Yin Xiu's side. "Are you following orders?" Yin Xiu asked him. "I obey my orders!" The commander rode out and turned his head and said, "But I think this can no longer reverse our decline. We have probably already lost the battle of Tianjin." "Then why don't you run away?" The commander smiled and said, "Where are you running to? Everywhere is Kyushu territory. Who would abandon their own home?"

After saying this, he rode away to lead the cavalry himself, leaving Yin Xiu alone. Yin Xiu was riding on his horse, still watching the battle not far away. The defeated soldiers fled in a hurry, and the officers and leaders could no longer persuade them. Their previous courage and lofty words had been completely torn apart by the artillery fire. The soldiers and government troops ran past Yin Xiu without even raising their heads to look at their common "leader". They were only concerned with escaping for their lives. Yin Xiu still stood there holding the horse, allowing the artillery fire to fall around him. Liu Banxian and Ma Xiaoyu ran out. They came from the rear and were also exposed to the artillery fire. Ma Xiaoyu threw out pieces of talisman paper to block the stray bullets shot at them and cover Liu Banxian as he moved forward. Liu Banxian was out of breath and climbed up the ruins of a crumbling arcade with difficulty. He stood on the top and faced the entire battlefield. He shouted at the top of his lungs, almost crying. "Hey! Friends, brothers! Wait a minute! Stop!" With the help of magic, Liu Banxian's voice resounded throughout the battlefield. "Look! Your general, your leader, is still standing on the battlefield like a mountain. Even if the shells rain down, he remains unmoved!" The fleeing soldiers were stunned and looked in the direction of Yin Xiu in disbelief. He was like a mountain, standing on horseback in the center of the battlefield. Even artillery could not destroy him or make him move a step. I don't know who shouted, and then one after another, the scattered soldiers began to regroup. (End of this chapter)