Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1618: Chapter 510: Luo An’s Battle of Redemption, Red Silver Blade Puppet

“Kill!”

The piercing cold wind continuously scraped across his cheek, the cold light from the sky reflecting off the Profound Scale Silver Armor made his body feel even chillier, but Luo An, who was leading the charge with a furious roar at the front of the battle formation, couldn’t feel the slightest chill at this moment.

The night before last, outside Milk Tiger Forest, his embarrassing display was still vividly in his mind. If it was merely a loss of face, it wouldn’t mean much, but critically, they caused the death of the Commander’s wife Han Yue and almost led to the second prince being captured.

He’s not foolish. After the incident in Milk Tiger Forest, he just had to think it over a bit and realized that that night, the lady had already provided thorough protective measures for the second prince. If it wasn’t for their stupidity, all crowding onto the top of the carriage at the same time, the enemy would’ve had no opportunity to approach the second prince.

In other words, the Dragon Forbidden Captain had actually messed things up that night.

If they hadn’t bungled it, the female chief steward maid of Star-picking Hall and wife of Iron Heart River, Miss Han Yue, wouldn’t even have died.

The key to Iron Heart River’s reaction afterwards made him feel even worse. Despite causing such a great disaster, leading to Han Yue’s death, even if Iron Heart River were to slash him a few times, he would feel somewhat relieved. But he did nothing, said nothing.

Not even a word of blame.

The less Iron Heart River reacted, the more guilt Luo An felt in his heart.

For the past two days, Luo An had been deeply trapped in feelings of self-blame and guilt. This kind of emotion shamed him to the extreme. He didn’t know what he could do to make up for Iron Heart River. For two whole days, he didn’t even dare to look Iron Heart River in the eye, not even once.

Luo An knew very well that an apology was utterly useless!

That was Iron Heart River’s hair-binding wife with whom he had been married for only three years, and the mother of his son Tie Shiyu, who was just two years old. Although it was a mistake born of carelessness, ultimately it was them who caused her death. Even if Iron Heart River accepted the apology out of courtesy, would my heart be at peace afterward?

This debt is something I will carry for a lifetime!

Even carrying it for a lifetime might not earn Iron Heart River’s forgiveness.

Precisely because Luo An realized this, his mood had been extremely heavy and oppressive for the past two days, with all the guilt and self-blame transforming into rage against Beishuo at the moment of battle.

Killing more Beisuo soldiers seemed to be the only way to compensate Iron Heart River!

Ultimately, the Ice Abyss spoke of strength. In the clash between two armies, naturally, those with the highest Xianyang level cultivation engage first, followed by the Cloud Dragon Army and Dragon Forbidden Captain’s Commanders and Colonels leading various camps.

And Luo An was the commander of the Third Camp of the Dragon Forbidden Captain.

Hoo…

Charging directly to the front, Luo An hesitated not for a moment, three vertical Cloud Patterns suddenly appearing between his eyebrows, raising the long knife in his hand, he fiercely swung it down on a armored general.

The Xia Army with its Generals and Officers reached the center first, and the Beishuo Army did likewise.

A figure from Beishuo Army was also a warlord clad in silver armor, holding a longsword, for one to rush at the forefront of the military formation, one naturally must possess strength. Seeing Luo An’s knife blade coming ferociously, he didn’t show any fear, holding his sword horizontally to block, while his sword edge suddenly aimed at Luo An’s neck.

Crack…

The clash of saber and sword sparked a flurry of sparks.

The quality of both their weapons being nearly identical, the comparison came down to strength.

The warlord’s sword, after swinging only inches forward, abruptly halted under Luo An’s pressure. His expression changed drastically, with his gaze fierce, as he turned his body at an angle and ramped his shoulder fiercely into Luo An’s chest, executing a direct Mountain Clinging strike.

“Your Thousand Forged Level Silver Armor thinks that with your iron-mixed armor, you can compete with me?”

The Beishuo Army consisted of elite weaponry from Beishuo Town, all equipped with Hundred Forged Silver Armor, and Generals and Officers in the army were equipped with even higher-level Thousand Forged Silver Armor, having slightly less defense compared to the Lei Kui Golden Armor of the Cloud Dragon and Long Wu armies.

This little general of Great Xia had all parts of his armor—helmet, shoulder guard, front and rear barriers, knee guard, and large and small arms—constructed from Thousand Forged Silver, except for the black main armor on his chest. So naturally, the warlord assumed Luo An’s chest armor was iron.

Using Mountain Clinging, he clearly had this planned from the very start.

Ping… Krrack…

But when the shoulder collided with Luo An’s chest armor, his expression instantly froze, not only was he stunned, but an enormous force was transmitted from Luo An’s chest armor. His shoulder bones felt a sharp, sudden pain.

“This…”

“With that 34 bristles strength, you want to challenge me? Hmm? You thought my chest armor was iron?”

Receiving a Mountain Clinging from him, Luo An instantly guessed his intentions upon seeing the expression on his face, first letting out a chilling sneer. Watching the opponent attempt to retreat and dodge, his countenance became cold, gripping the knife with both hands, rotating his body in one arc, then lifting it high, abruptly slashing down on the opponent’s right shoulder.

Ping!

“You…”

The Beishuo warlord, turning his head to see his shoulder armor being cut open, suddenly widened his pupils in shock with horror across his face.

Thousand Forged Silver can withstand up to 50 bristles of impact. During the first engagement with Luo An, he could roughly calculate that Luo An’s strength was about 40 bristles, how could it cut his shoulder armor open in one strike?

But looking at Luo An, both hands pressing hard with the knife on the warlord, his sneer remained, and he spat viciously, “If I hadn’t held back in the first strike, would you, this fool, have taken my second?”

His basic strength had already reached 31 bristles. Adding the three-fold increase from Holy Pattern made it exceed 40 bristles, plus the quadruple augmentation of martial arts skills, his maximum strength reached around 53 bristles.