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Chapter 252 Dying Like a Warrior
“Shia, I used my spiritual energy to heal Kaihime because she had already begun her cultivation and had the power of the Litian. Your lineage is clearly different, so how could I just casually transfer my spiritual energy to you?”
Qin Mo once used her qi to heal two people, first Kaihime and then Wang Yushi, the process of which was somewhat unspeakable to outsiders. She even left her palm print three inches below Wang Yushi's navel at the time.
Whether bewitched by Lin Ruoxi or inspired by Kaihime, Shia asked Qin Mo to heal her with her qi. Qin Mo explained to her, both amused and exasperated.
"Waaaaah... My body hurts so much... It hurts so much!"
How would you feel if a pretty girl rolled around on the ground in front of you, disregarding her image, and insisted that you get closer to her?
In the end, Qin Mo still managed to extract a pure primordial energy from her own body, without any trace of her own, and transfer it into Shia's body.
Qin Mo didn't know if the Yuan Qi would have any effect on Xi Ya's injuries, but seeing the smug and pleased expression on Xi Ya's face, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
As Qin Mo had anticipated, when Xiao Zeyu appeared on the horizon with nearly ten thousand soldiers, the allied forces immediately fell into chaos, and no matter how much Takor shouted, he could not stop them.
"Wu Mingyi, keep an eye on Masuripatnam's army. If you can surround the other city-states' armies, do so; if you can't, let them go."
Looking at the chaotic force of 40,000 to 50,000 men, Qin Mo realized that it would be difficult to encircle and defeat them with just over 10,000 men. After all, he didn't have a terrain advantage, and if he tried to force his way in, he wouldn't be able to keep an eye on so many people once night fell.
"Your Highness, if we let these people go this time, it might cause future trouble..."
Wu Mingyi had some opinions about Qin Mo's military order, but he didn't dare to refute it directly. Instead, he offered suggestions.
“Mingyi, don’t always think about killing all your enemies. Keep those who can be used by me, and resolutely crack down on those staunch rebels. Set an example for others to see.”
Qin Mo's original intention was to annihilate the allied forces of all the surrounding city-states, but he lacked experience in commanding a large army on his own for the first time. After realizing that he was not up to the task, he immediately changed his strategic objective from annihilation to defeat, so as to instill fear in the enemy and lay a good foundation for subsequent colonial rule.
Qin Mo now possessed considerable authority. After making his decision, Wu Mingyi immediately ordered a messenger to contact Xiao Zeyu and relay Qin Mo's military orders.
Corey Takor killed dozens of deserters and rewarded hundreds of warriors, using all sorts of means to stabilize his own army, while the warriors of the city-states that had later become vassals began to flee in all directions.
Takor kept cursing these treacherous cowards. It was almost dark, and if the 50,000 men broke through with all their might, the more than 10,000 Great Xia troops wouldn't be able to stop them. That way, they could maximize their losses. Of course, Masuripatnam's army would suffer the most losses; those vassals were destined to be cannon fodder.
"Place the heavily armored warriors at the front and break through to the west. Kill anyone who gets in their way." Takor carefully determined the direction of the Great Xia army's encirclement and issued the breakout order to the largest gap in the formation.
But as soon as Takor's army began to move, the Great Xia army immediately dispatched a force to flank them from the side, blocking their path before they could fully move.
Takor, with his extensive experience in leading troops, immediately turned the flank into the vanguard and changed direction to continue the breakout.
But the Great Xia army's subsequent reaction made Corey Takor realize what Great Xia's battle formation techniques were. The Great Xia army, which could withstand the attacks of the orcish great shamans by constantly moving and supporting itself through battle formation techniques, was simply a master of mobile warfare. No matter how Masuripatenan's army turned, there would always be an army blocking their way.
As the two sides continued their movements, the leaders of the other city-states also noticed something amiss. The Great Xia army was focusing on Masuripatnam's army, and as long as they kept their distance from them, their chances of escape would be much greater.
"South...South...Hurry...Hurry..."
This was the reaction of other Allied forces when Takol attempted to break out to the north.
"Head northeast...hurry...hurry!"
This is the reaction of the various Allied forces when Takor fled southwest.
As darkness approached, Takor finally stopped. Beside him, besides his own army, were only a dozen or so allies with whom he had a good relationship.
Less than a kilometer away from them, the Great Xia army finally formed a circle, trapping less than 20,000 Zhu warriors inside.
"Hassan...do you think we should break through head-on or wait until nightfall?"
Takor removed his helmet, letting sweat drip down his hair, and sought the opinions of the assembled city-state leaders.
"Can we... wait until it gets dark?"
Hassan was a burly man with a full beard, exuding heroic spirit, but at this moment he could only bitterly utter bearish words.
It was indeed getting dark, but the Great Xia cannons were being pushed forward by horses and gunners with all their might. Even some of the musketeers were helping to push the carts, dig pits, and set up the cannons.
A lone white flag stood on a tall pole, carried by a tall, brave warrior from Zhuzhou towards Qin Mo. Beside the warrior was the merchant who had done business in Majapahit.
"Shia, didn't you keep saying you wanted to go bird hunting? Now's the time to test your marksmanship!"
Qin Mo pulled out the artistic musket that was "stuck" in his saddlebag, handed it to Shia, and pointed it at the envoy who had come to sue for peace.
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