Chapter 137: The Nameless Soldier

Xiao Ding joined forces with Fei Wen’s soldiers, set fire to the Hu troops’ supplies in Tuhe Town, and then retreated toward Dingbian City.

As they advanced, suddenly a cavalry unit blocked their path—led by none other than Bala Tian.

Xiao Ding was startled. He thought to himself, “Wasn’t the commander we came with supposed to be ambushing the Hu reinforcements halfway? How is Bala Tian’s unit able to come this way?”

It turned out that as the fire broke out in Tuhe Town, the Hu main camp quickly noticed and reported it to Li Daocheng. Li Daocheng was shocked and rushed out of his tent to see flames soaring in the direction of Tuhe Town. Realizing the gravity of the situation and suspecting that their supplies might have been burned, he immediately ordered Bala Tian to lead 5,000 troops to investigate.

Not long after Bala Tian departed, soldiers retreating from Tuhe Town reported the situation to Li Daocheng. He was so furious he nearly fainted.

He then dispatched Chibu Gou with 5,000 men to reinforce Bala Tian.

On the way, Bala Tian was intercepted by the commander who had been lying in ambush halfway. A fierce battle ensued. When Chibu Gou arrived, Bala Tian tasked him with holding off the commander’s troops while he led his men toward Tuhe Town.

Fei Wen’s legs trembled uncontrollably upon seeing Bala Tian. He still shuddered at the memory of nearly being shot dead by him last time.

Bala Tian raised his spiked mace high and shouted, “Did you burn our army’s supplies?”

Xiao Ding spurred his horse forward and retorted, “Yes, we did. What are you going to do about it?”

“Wah! Wah! Wah! You insolent brat, you’ll pay for this!” Bala Tian was enraged, swinging his mace toward Xiao Ding.

Xiao Ding crossed his spear horizontally to block the blow. But Bala Tian’s strength was immense, and the spear—just an ordinary weapon for a common soldier—bent under the force of the strike.

Seeing this, Xiao Ding felt a pang of helplessness. The bent spear was now useless. Without hesitation, he tossed the spear toward Bala Tian while quickly drawing his repeating crossbow to fire several bolts at Bala Tian’s bald head.

Bala Tian had been secretly pleased to see the spear bend, thinking Xiao Ding’s weapon was now useless and that he would have the upper hand. But just as he was half rejoicing, Xiao Ding threw the spear at him. Bala Tian dodged, unaware of the crossbow bolts stealthily fired.

The crossbow bolts flew as fast as bullets. Three bolts struck Bala Tian’s face, causing him to cry out and fall from his horse. Soldiers nearby immediately moved to behead him.

Xiao Ding instructed his men to pick up Bala Tian’s spiked mace and hand it to him. Taking hold of the weapon, he found it perfectly balanced. The shaft was about the thickness of a teacup, five or six feet long, topped with a large spiked hammerhead nearly as big as a man’s head. The entire mace must have weighed close to ninety or a hundred pounds.

“This is perfect. From now on, this will be my weapon,” Xiao Ding thought with quiet satisfaction.

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