Why do I have so many masters?

Lv Guanhong, upon hearing the sound, realized what was happening, his expression changed sharply, and he suddenly stood up, stepped forward, and sure enough, from one side of the window, he saw cavalry coming from afar.

The number of them was so vast that they almost occupied the entire wasteland.

These elite cavalry seemed to have deliberately slowed down at first, and only at this moment did they suddenly burst forward, starting a charge.

The hooves wrapped in horseshoes pounded heavily on the ground, stirring up dust.

The sound rolled across the sky like muffled thunder.

Lv Guanhong's heart uncontrollably accelerated its beat.

This scene, almost identical to a nightmare, appeared before him, and it made him nearly unable to breathe.

In the dream, he would face the iron spear piercing his heart, but now, the cavalry merely surrounded this small oasis tightly and stopped, no longer advancing. Yet, the suffocating feeling did not dissipate at all; instead, due to this final stop, it became even denser.

Then Lv Guanhong saw the only son of his friend turn around to look at a general clad in iron armor, pointing in this direction and saying something with a pleasing look on his face.

That military general glanced at the tiny oasis house, saw the fierce tiger and the skinny red horse outside, nodded slightly, then raised the spear in his hand, a shiver in his wrist, the spearhead of the lance let out a sharp whistle, and nailed the pleasing middle-aged man to the ground straight away.

The general's expression was indifferent.

Blood gushed from the cross-shaped wound, staining the earth red, the middle-aged man's face full of disbelief, struggled twice, then moved no more.

The general pulled out the cross cavalry spear, urged his horse forward, stopped, and shouted:

"Feng Wu, come out!"

"This time, you won't escape..."

"We've already known your movements for a while, although it's just us here now, the army is not far away, scouts have been dispatched, and in no time, where the iron hooves tread, you'll have no place to be buried!"

"If you surrender, there might be a chance to survive."

"Persist in your stubbornness, and there is only one dead end!"

Lv Guanhong subconsciously clenched his palm, only now understanding why the news had spread to such a remote place. It turned out that King Balman's desire to capture them had grown so intense, and their movements had always been watched.

The death of his friend's only son left him with no anger or pleasure, only sadness. At this moment, he tried hard to see how many people had come, but he could only see the densely packed, boundary-less shadows.

The soldiers, all of them elite, such a troop almost surpassed all previous pursuits encountered.

Lv Guanhong's heart was filled with painful guilt.

If it weren't for himself.

If it wasn't for the suggestion.

But after a month of pursuit, he was no longer who he used to be. He steadied his mind, turned his head, and saw Wang Anfeng, still so calm, taking a deep breath, raising his hand to gently tap his mouth, and said with a bitter smile:

"I really jinxed it, saying all kinds of things?"

"Now, we're really going to die here."

Wang Anfeng put the last bit of food in his mouth, chewed it down, shook his head, and said:

"No, there's still a chance."

"When I came, I saw there was a small path in the back, probably carved by the original owner to deal with sand pirates. If we take that path, there's still a chance to bypass the blockade."

Adun shouted angrily:

"What's the use of a small path?"

"With so many cavalry outside, there's no way to escape."

"We're done, we're done, we should have just turned around and left back then!"

Wang Anfeng stood up, tidied his clothing, whispered to himself, and looked outside at the blockade. A month of time finally reached this moment, earlier than he had imagined.

Anyway, this scene was bound to come.

He raised his right hand, grasping calmly at the weapon at his waist. The weapon in his hand was a broken steel spear with no spearhead, but it could be used as a short stick, suitable for some moves in knife techniques as well as some in swordsmanship.

Xu Chuanjun, frowning while gazing at the military force outside, heard the indifferent voice, saying: "You go from the back, I'll go from the front."

The voice paused for a moment, then said:

"Sir is not wrong, but there's still another solution."

Xu Chuanjun was slightly stunned.

But before he could inquire further, the person had already walked out.

Outside, it was very cold, the coldest day recently.

It was a unique murderous atmosphere of winter, and further ahead, were the dense enemies, not laden with heavy armor like Tie Futu, but still their iron spears in the winter sunlight, emitting deadly cold glows.

Wang Anfeng moved his body slightly, both hands grasped the weapon tightly.

The military general opposite seemed to have never thought that Wang Anfeng would come out so openly, appeared startled for a moment, and then, along with the sound of warhorse neighs, both man and horse were shocked, retreating repeatedly.

The infamy spreading throughout Parthia is the same.

The ferocity of the man before them was also nearly known worldwide.

Taking on a nation, alone.

The entire cavalry fell into silence, they were the top elites under King Balman, each one a Martial Artist of Entry Rank, having once surrounded and killed a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist, but this time, only felt vaguely flustered inside, palms sweating, unable to hold the spear tightly.