Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1183 Capturing the Enemy Leader

The pirate cavalry, clad in full armor and without their horses, were significantly less agile.

Qiao Jushan possessed immense strength, unaffected by the presence or absence of a warhorse. His mountain-like body remained agile and versatile, wielding the heavy iron rod with a single hand with lightning speed.

With sweeping, powerful movements, they encircled the fallen pirate cavalry in the center.

In just a moment, the iron rod and the straight knife collided again, producing a muffled thud. The pirate was knocked back, his steps faltering.

Qiao Jushan pressed his advantage relentlessly, quickly closing in, his iron rod whistling through the air as it was swung around.

Finally, the pirate was caught off guard and was struck in the back by the iron rod.

Fortunately, the pirate was highly skilled in martial arts and, in a moment of crisis, used his straight sword to block the iron rod from behind.

He was still smashed so hard that he spat out blood, and his body flew far away like a kite with a broken string.

Qiao Jushan refused to let him go; with such martial arts skills, he could not be allowed to live.

He quickly followed, swinging an iron rod at the dying pirate lying on the ground.

The pirate turned his head back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the iron rod near his head, and a smile appeared on his face.

With a "bang," Qiao Jushan's iron rod slammed into the ground next to the pirate's head, sending dust flying in all directions.

Qiao Jushan stepped forward, raised his foot, and stomped on the pirate's chest, chuckling to himself.

I had long heard that the pirate leader, General Atsumi Akiyama, was exceptionally beautiful, yet as cold and aloof as an ice queen.

Based on this person's skill, armor, and warhorse, Qiao Jushan immediately recognized him as Atsumi Akiyama, the leader of the pirates.

Capturing the enemy leader alive would be a great achievement, far more effective than killing her.

His large foot stepped on Atsumi Akiyama's chest; the action was not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

There were people all around, but they avoided the fight between the two and formed a circle.

Every time the Zhenxi Army passed through this area, they couldn't help but turn their heads to take a look.

This made Atsumi Akiyama, who was lying on his back and unable to move, really want to burrow into the ground or be smashed to death by this brute, which would be a million times better than this.

Qiao Jushan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had been slashed by this woman, and his left arm was still immobile. He was clearly seriously injured.

He grinned at Atsumi Akiyama for a moment, then shouted loudly.

"Men, tie this enemy leader up tight!"

Upon hearing his shout, several guards jumped off their horses, pulled out ropes from under their saddles, rushed forward, and bound Atsumi Akiyama tightly, making him look like a dumpling.

Atsumi Akiyama was badly injured by Qiao Jushan's blow, suffering internal injuries and unable to resist. He could only let several Zhenxi soldiers deal with him.

Qiao Jushan turned his head to look ahead. With this delay, the other cavalry units had probably already left him far behind and rushed to the rear of the camp.

"You, let me see the wound."

Qiao Jushan yelled at one of the guards.

The guards removed his armor and tore open his clothes, revealing a deep, bone-revealing cut that was extremely gruesome and frightening.

They quickly applied medication and bandaged the area for treatment.

Qiao Jushan felt that capturing the enemy leader was the greatest achievement, and since he was injured, he stopped charging forward and trying to steal the credit from others.

He had his guards carry Atsumi Akiyama across the horse's back, then led the horse and slowly walked back against the charging soldiers.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to the guards.

"Go find her knife and take it with you."

A knife that can cut through one's own steel armor must be of extremely high quality.

Although Qiao Jushan did not understand steelmaking, he knew that the steel armor of the Zhenxi Army was so tough that it was unmatched in the world.

Moreover, his own armor was top-of-the-line equipment.

Looking at his iron rod, he saw that it was covered with many knife marks, some of which were quite deep.

Regardless of the weapons used by the pirate generals, those used by the highest-ranking enemy leader have extraordinary significance.

Let's accept it first and then talk about it.

By handing the knife to the leader, he would not only achieve the first merit but also add to his already impressive accomplishments.

Qiao Jushan was a big, burly man, but he was very thoughtful.

When they emerged from the pirate camp, the battle was nearing its end.

The Zhenxi Army began to form teams to hunt down the pirates everywhere, and the mountains and fields were filled with the figures of pirates fleeing in disarray.

Lin Feng also came down from the city wall, mounted his warhorse, and led Pei Qiyin to the artillery position in front of the pirate camp.

The situation is settled; there is no need for further command from a high position.

This battle will surely shake the world, and both the pirates and the Taisho court will fear the Zhenxi Army.

The civilian officials in the Zhenxi Army began to enter the battlefield to tally the spoils of war and the losses suffered by the Zhenxi Army.

Others were tallying up the soldiers' battle achievements and recording them one by one.

The first person to report his achievements to Lin Feng was Qiao Jushan.

He lifted Atsumi Akiyama with one hand, strode to Lin Feng's warhorse, threw him in front of the horse, and shouted loudly.

"Boss, look at this, what is it?"

Lin Feng and Pei Qiyin looked curiously at Atsumi Akiyama, who was bound with hemp ropes all over his body.

Pei Qiyin frowned and said, "Why tie them up like this?"

Although Atsumi Akiyama's face was flushed, it was still clear that she was a woman.

Pei Qiyin had an innate sense of pity for women.

Of course, this mentality exists in everyone, including Lin Feng.

Qiao Jushan chuckled and pointed to his left arm.

"Lord Pei, this arm was almost ruined, all thanks to her. Don't let her appearance fool you, she's incredibly skilled."

This surprised Lin Feng.

Who is Qiao Jushan? Among his guards, he is undoubtedly the most powerful.

Not only is he born with superhuman strength, but through the enhancement of his martial arts techniques, his body is also exceptionally agile.

Who in this world can rival the combination of immense strength and agility?

Yet, even such a skilled fighter, clad in the steel armor of the Zhenxi Army, nearly lost an arm.

Lin Feng frowned as he looked at Atsumi Akiyama on the ground.

"Who is this person?"

Since Qiao Jushan specifically mentioned him, this person's identity must be extraordinary.

Qiao Jushan grinned and stepped forward to turn Atsumi Akiyama's body around so that her face was facing upwards.

Although Atsumi Akiyama resisted with all his might, he could not overcome the immense strength of Joe Kyoyama.

Lin Feng and Pei Qiyin carefully examined Atsumi Akiyama. Although the woman was covered in dirt and disheveled, her natural beauty was still undeniable.

"Atsumi Akiyama?"

The two exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.

Pei Qiyin's conclusion was based on a comprehensive assessment, while Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

The woman lying in front of the warhorse had a beautiful face that Lin Feng was familiar with.

This woman looks almost exactly like Atsumi Harumi.

However, he looked very surprised.

Atsumi Shunsui always possessed a gentle, docile, dignified, and elegant demeanor.

This woman had a fierce, cold, and resolute expression.

Qiao Jushan smiled smugly: "Boss, Lord Pei, it is none other than the pirate general Atsumi Akiyama."

Pei Qiyin laughed and said, "Jushan, how can you be so sure?"

Qiao Jushan raised his right hand, opened his palm, and there was a gold medal inside.

"At first it was just a judgment, but in the end it was determined to be because of this thing."

The gold medal was held in Qiao Jushan's palm, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Lin Feng glanced at it and nodded.

"Yes, she is indeed very good. This woman is none other than Atsumi Akiyama."

Pei Qiyin had already dismounted from her warhorse and squatted down in front of Atsumi Akiyama.

"The person is right here, just ask."