Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Chapter 61 You Died Tragically

Zheng Qian was soaked to the bone, as if he had just been drenched in a rain of blood, and was completely covered in blood.

He walked toward the catapult, and the Red Turban soldiers beside it scattered and ran backward.

The catapult had a very large base, supporting a tree trunk as thick as a person as a lever for launching the projectile.

Zheng Qian's red eyes flashed with a fierce killing intent as he suddenly swung his fist and smashed it hard against the tree trunk.

boom……

A deafening roar shook the entire ground. Zheng Qian's fist slammed into the tree trunk like an iron hammer, and the thick trunk, under his punch, became as fragile as tofu, snapping instantly.

The broken tree trunk crashed down, kicking up a cloud of dust, but Zheng Qian remained as steady as a rock, standing firm.

This punch not only showcased Zheng Qian's astonishing strength but also highlighted his unparalleled aura. His punch was as fierce as a storm and as awe-inspiring as a landslide. His punch seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Then, Zheng Qian turned around and walked towards the five catapults, throwing five punches that shattered all five catapults.

The Red Turban Army's long-range siege equipment was smashed to pieces by Zheng Qian's iron fist right before everyone's eyes.

After finishing everything, Zheng Qian walked towards the city wall, stepping over the corpses scattered on the ground and crossing the stream of blood, before disappearing from the sight of the Red Turban Army.

"The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), the God of War."

"God of War, God of War..."

Zhang Tiezhu shouted excitedly, and then cheers erupted from the city wall.

"We held on, we held on."

"Inspector Zheng is truly a reincarnation of a martial god. With him around, what is there to fear from a mere Red Turban Army?"

"Victory will surely belong to us, God of War."

He Yanqiang, Wu Gang, Zhang Tiezhu and others ran down the city wall and joined the people in lining the streets to welcome Zheng Qian's return.

When Zheng Qian walked over, everyone couldn't help but step back.

He was like a blood-soaked figure emerging from a pool of blood, radiating murderous intent. His scarlet eyes seemed to come from hell, devouring people's souls and making them afraid to look directly into his eyes.

Zheng Qian felt his whole body brimming with power, but at the same time, he was burning with unbearable heat. He tried his best to suppress his bloodlust and said to He Yanqiang.

"I'm going into seclusion to recuperate. I'll leave this place to you. Just let me know if the Red Turban Army launches an attack."

"Yes, Inspector Zheng."

Zheng Qian casually walked into a house, turned around and sat cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard.

Zhang Tiezhu drew his heavy sword and stood it upright at the door like an iron rod. As long as he was alive, no one could disturb Zheng Qian.

Outside the north gate, Li Cheng stood at the front of the camp, staring blankly at Lüchang City.

The city walls have been breached, so why did a demon appear, seemingly possessing superhuman strength and tireless, single-handedly routing the Red Turban Army?

Heaven is going to destroy me, Heaven is going to destroy me, Li Cheng!

Clang.

The sword was drawn, gleaming coldly, and drew a graceful arc in the air as it slashed towards his carotid artery.

Three hours have passed since the start of the battle, and he has not yet captured Lüchang City. He kept his promise and committed suicide on the battlefield.

Swoosh, ding.

At the critical moment, a pebble flew out and accurately struck the sword, saving Li Cheng.

Looking at the person coming from behind, Li Cheng knelt on one knee and said with shame.

"Chief, I am incompetent and have disappointed you. Please punish me."

"This battle was not your fault, so why are you asking for punishment?"

The leader's voice was deep and powerful. He had witnessed the entire siege and knew that the demon-like man was named Zheng Qian.

He wanted nothing more than to eat his flesh and drink his blood, but he did not do so.

The strongest fighters should not act rashly without absolute certainty. Success will boost morale and create a legend, while failure will lead to their fall from grace and unimaginable consequences.

Each swing of Zheng Qian's sword weighed over seven thousand catties, and his strength grew stronger with each swing, as if he had inexhaustible stamina.

No one knows what other tricks this killing god has up his sleeve, so the leader doesn't dare to make a move lightly.

It wasn't that he lacked confidence in his combat abilities; it was that he couldn't kill so many people without breaking a sweat, and then have the courage to chase after and kill tens of thousands of people alone.

It's important to know that the Seventh Battalion, the most valiant force in the Red Turban Army, was besieging Zheng Qian. They were known as the Seventh Battalion, and Zheng Qian had wiped them all out by himself.

Zheng Qian's power is beyond the human realm; he's a freak, that's the leader's assessment.

"However, I failed to breach the north gate and capture the enemy within three hours."

Li Cheng held his head high, the sunlight shining on his face, his expression resolute and unwilling, and he didn't even blink when the sun was shining directly on him.

The leader stepped forward, his tall figure shielding him from the sunlight.

Putting aside whether your eyes get dry, you'll get sunburned.

The leader helped Li Cheng up and said slowly, "The city wall has been breached, so why bother breaking the city gate? The fact that the enemy dared to fight his way out of the city alone means that he is not someone that an ordinary person can capture. It is not your fault."

A surge of emotions—submission, gratitude, and excitement— welled up within Li Cheng. At that moment, he realized that the leader was the one he would follow for the rest of his life.

Beneath the mask, the leader wore a satisfied smile.

“I have seen your military talent and courage. You will lead this war. I will give you four days to take over the entire city of Lüchang.”

"Yes, your subordinate will certainly live up to your mission and ensure the completion of the task."

"Remember, what I want is the complete Lvchang City. It can only be obtained through strategy, not by force. Tell He Zuowen directly that he will complete the task within the time limit, and then you can get the complete Lvchang City."

This is the leader's brilliance: he is mysterious yet knows how to win people's hearts, and he gives them enough time to prevent Li Cheng and Zheng Qian from clashing head-on.

The Red Turban Army had already been terrified by Zheng Qian's attack, and their morale could not be boosted. A direct assault would only result in the loss of more Red Turban soldiers and might not even be effective. Therefore, a strategy of outsmarting the enemy was clearly proposed, and Li Cheng was tasked with carrying it out.

Encouragement, providing guidance, and pointing out the direction—this is the art of leadership.

Inside Lvchang City, He Zuowen, Qin Yong, and Jin Jindao all felt the shaking of the city walls. They were eager to know what had happened, but unfortunately, all three gates were engaged in the city defense battle, and they could not spare the attention to help the other gates.

The other gates hadn't reported any information either, so they could only focus on the immediate task of defending the city.

Suddenly, a cavalryman charged into the Red Turban Army's camp, and the Red Turban Army sounded the retreat horn, with all three armies withdrawing simultaneously.

He Zuowen immediately sent a message: "Send a message, where is the tremor coming from?"

The martial arts masters began sending messages and quickly received replies.

"It is said that it came from the North Gate."

He Zuowen, Qin Yong, and Jin Jindao rushed to the north gate immediately.

The three of them were stunned, deeply shocked.

The north gate was actually bombed and collapsed, yet they still managed to hold it.

What shocked them even more was that the Red Turban Army corpses were piled up like mountains at the breach, and the ground outside the city was also covered with Red Turban Army corpses. None of these corpses were intact, and blood had flowed into the ground, forming streams.

This is hell on earth.

"vomit……"

He Zuowen and Jin Jindao couldn't help but vomit. Even though they had just experienced the battle to defend the city and witnessed the deaths of soldiers one by one, they still couldn't accept this scene.

Qin Yong was pale, and he was only managing to hold back his vomiting by sheer willpower. He then discovered a very important problem.

Among the corpses outside the city, not a single one was from the Changwu Army.

Have they already cleared the battlefield?

Impossible. The battle has just ended, and those corpses are still steaming. Cleaning up the battlefield won't be that quick.

Suddenly opening his eyes wide, Qin Yong discovered something even more terrifying.

They had been there for so long, and He Yanqiang had been by their side the whole time. He was stunned by the hellish scene before him, but now that he had come to his senses, he realized that Zheng Qian had not appeared.

He grabbed He Yanqiang by the collar with both hands and shouted, "Where's my brother? Where's my brother?"

Qin Yong was very strong, and He Yanqiang's neck was pinched painfully.

"Inspector Zheng, he, he..."

He Yanqiang was lifted up by Qin Yong. "Where is he? Where is he?"

"He He……"

"What happened to him? Tell me, tell me quickly."

He Yanqiang wanted to curse, "Let me go first, I can't breathe!"

Qin Yong threw He Yanqiang to the ground and burst into tears.

"Brother, you died a terrible death."