BOOM!
General Tie Zhan bent his knees on the turret roof of Tank #2, and with a single explosive push of his Rank 4 Mid (Qi Gathering Stage 6) legs, he shot thirty feet high into the morning air like a dark-gold meteor!
He crossed a hundred yards of open grassland in a single leap and slammed both iron-shod boots down onto the flat clearing right in front of the northern command mound!
CRACK-THUD!
Two deep boot-prints sank into the hard earth, sending a ring of dust and dry grass flying outward.
Standing six feet tall with shoulders as wide as a city gate-door, his bare arms gleaming with the indestructible dark-gold luster of the Supreme Iron-Blood General Pill, Tie Zhan pointed the four-foot blade of his heavy black-iron broadsword straight at Duke Tieba’s nose.
“Tieba!” Tie Zhan’s voice rolled across the Yellow-Grass Plains like summer thunder, reaching the ears of all eighty thousand dismounted northern soldiers. “Five years ago in Frost-Gate Fortress, you poured bone-rotting poison into my wine cup while I was toasting our dead brothers! Today I have climbed back out of hell! Come down here and face me saber-to-axe like a man of the Tie Clan, or crawl into that pile of horse manure next to your Daoist master!”
