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A few days later, Zhang Yun led an elite force, marching out of the capital with great momentum, embarking on a journey to pacify the martial world. He rode atop a tall steed, gazing into the distance, his eyes filled with determination and resolve.
"My lord, we have already eliminated three bandit strongholds in succession; those ruffians are simply no match for us," a general rode up beside Zhang Yun, his tone laced with a hint of arrogance.
Zhang Yun frowned slightly as he looked at the undulating mountains in the distance, feeling a sense of unease. "We must not let our guard down. Li Gonggong is cunning and treacherous; since he wants to put me to death, he will surely be well-prepared."
"My lord means that..." The general seemed to realize something, his expression turning serious.
"Send word down to alert the brothers to stay vigilant and increase patrols; we must guard against deception!"
"Understood!"
As the sun set in the west, casting a blood-red glow across the sky, Zhang Yun's army set up camp in a valley. He stood on a hillside, staring into the distance with a furrowed brow.
"My lord, what troubles you?" asked the deputy general beside him.
"The terrain here is too treacherous; it's easy to defend but hard to attack. I can't shake the feeling that something is off," Zhang Yun pointed to a valley on the map. "If I were Li Gonggong, I would definitely choose to ambush here."
"My lord means that we have already fallen into an ambush?" The deputy general's face changed dramatically.
"I'm afraid so," Zhang Yun said solemnly. "Send word down to prepare the brothers for battle!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a sudden shout of battle echoed from the woods on both sides of the valley.
"Kill!"
Countless figures in black rushed out from the trees, armed with swords and blades, surging like a tide towards Zhang Yun's army.
"Enemy attack! Prepare for battle!"
The thunderous cries reverberated through the valley as a brutal melee began.
Zhang Yun led the charge, wielding his longsword and plunging into the fray. He was highly skilled, with a fierce sword technique that left rivers of blood in his wake. However, there were simply too many enemies, each one fearless in the face of death, and Zhang Yun's forces gradually found themselves at a disadvantage.
"My lord, we are surrounded! We must break through!" shouted the vice commander, drenched in blood and anxious.
Zhang Yun looked around and saw enemies closing in from all directions; they were completely encircled, and the hope of breaking through seemed bleak.
But he did not give up. Taking a deep breath, he raised his longsword high. "Brothers, follow me out!"
He charged back into the enemy ranks, fighting fiercely. Yet, against so many foes, he began to sustain more injuries, blood staining his battle robe.
At that moment, a sharp arrow flew through the air, aimed directly at Zhang Yun's chest. He could not dodge in time; the arrow struck his left shoulder. He let out a muffled groan and nearly fell from his horse.
"My lord!"
"Kill!"
More enemies surrounded Zhang Yun, who was already powerless to resist and could only watch helplessly as he was overwhelmed by them...
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Zhang Yun's vision went dark, and his body uncontrollably fell backward. The sounds of battle around him gradually faded into a buzzing noise, and his consciousness began to sink into darkness.
"My lord!"
In a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling for him, but he was too weak to respond and could only let his body fall...
...
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yun slowly opened his eyes. The glaring sunlight made him squint uncomfortably. He struggled to get up but found that his whole body ached and he couldn't move.
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