Chapter 213: Chaotic Battle (Part 6) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

This was something no one expected.

Zhai Le stared in disbelief as Gu Chi collapsed.

He asked cautiously, "Brother Chen, why—"

Shen Tang lowered her eyelids slightly, coldly wiping the gleaming blade of her sword, and asked Zhai Le in a low voice, "What do you mean, 'why'?"

Seeing that Shen Tang showed no remorse whatsoever, as if he were the one who had meddled, Zhai Le was momentarily speechless.

He said awkwardly, "So, why did you knock him out?"

Gu Chi saved Shen Tang's life.

Shen Tang said matter-of-factly, "In order to take him away."

Zhai Le: "..."

To be honest, all he could see was that Brother Shen wanted to kill someone.

Shen Tang read Zhai Le's true thoughts from his subtle expressions and calmly explained to him, "You misunderstood. I didn't intend to kill him."

Zhai Le breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could fully relax, he heard Brother Shen say the second half of his sentence in a calm voice: "If I can't take him away, then I will kill him. Don't worry."

Zhai Le: "..."

No, he wasn't at all at ease.

"I'm not doing this out of ingratitude." Perhaps worried that her friends might misunderstand, Shen Tang quickly added, "Kindness is kindness, and enmity is enmity, I can tell the difference clearly. If Gu Chiruo is of my use, I'm willing to repay the great kindness tenfold; if not, then we'll only have enmity!"

Zhai Le was once again dumbfounded.

Shen Tang did not seem inclined to continue explaining.

She rubbed her aching temples uncomfortably.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were slightly closed, and she never raised her eyebrows.

Qi Shan urged, "The situation is critical; we cannot delay."

The shouts and screams outside grew closer and closer.

Footsteps were disordered, and sounds were chaotic.

Everything indicated that this was not a good place for idle chatter.

Chu Yao solemnly entrusted Qi Shan with the task: "Take good care of Wu Lang."

If anything were to happen to Goro, he would want Qi Yuanliang to personally demonstrate what "something might happen to him" truly meant!

Qi Shan rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Did Chu Wuhui really need to remind me of this?

Zhai Huan dispatched two people to accompany Qi Shan in escorting the seriously wounded Commandant Yang and Shen Tang out of the city. They agreed on a meeting point and then headed to the battlefield.

As the defenses of Xiaocheng City collapsed, a large number of rebel troops stormed in, sweeping through the enemy with unstoppable force. The garrison soldiers were forced to fight and retreat, leaving behind a trail of mangled corpses of their comrades. These corpses were then trampled into a bloody pulp by the rebel troops in the chaos of battle.

Zhai Huan raised his hand and unleashed three incantations.

The black and white ink flowed directly into Zhai Le's body.

"Benevolence wins over the masses, courage enables decisiveness, and strictness establishes authority!"

At the same time, it also activates the power of words to boost morale.

Although Zhai Le's martial energy was somewhat depleted during the previous duel beneath the city walls, it wasn't significant. He could still unleash the Martial Tiger Talisman, and with his cousin's assistance, his movements were almost unaffected. Hundreds of ink dots transformed into simple rattan armor, enveloping the soldiers' vital points, while they wielded spears, broadswords, and shields.

Chu Yao, on the other hand, embodies all five virtues of a general.

He collaborated with Gong Shuwu once.

There is a natural understanding between masters...

Emmm...

Except for Qi Yuanliang!

Before long, a large number of rebels had rushed into the alley.

Beneath their feet lay a blood-soaked path!

"kill--"

"Kill them!"

With shouts of high-pitched, exhilarating battle cries, the rebel army marched with overwhelming force, leaving no survivors in their wake. But no one expected that at this very moment, the houses lining both sides of the alley would erupt with a terrifying aura.

"kill!"

The newcomer's voice was like thunder.

Gong Shuwu infused his voice with martial energy.

The nearest rebel soldier screamed in agony, feeling someone forcefully striking his head with a hammer. He coughed up blood and lost consciousness. The rebels who were thrown back fared even worse, their bodies crashing heavily to the ground.

Before he could catch his breath, he was trampled to death by his comrades who charged forward.

Weapons clashed, and battle cries shook the heavens!

Before long, the ground was covered with mottled bloodstains.

Gong Shuwu, with his sharp eyes, set his sights on a minor leader among the rebels.

He shouted loudly, "You little thief, prepare to die!"

The weapon in his hand unleashed a beam of light over ten feet long.

Along the path of light, rebel soldiers were either knocked away or cut in half. The minor leader was shocked by the sight and before he could fully react, Gong Shuwu's warhorse leaped high and stomped over the rebel corpses to reach him.

A chill ran down my neck, and my head thudded to the ground.

What would it be like if a high-level martial artist with great courage broke into a group of ordinary soldiers who couldn't form a battle formation? It would be like a wolf breaking into a flock of sheep!

Indiscriminate slaughter!

Gong Shuwu led over four hundred martial arts soldiers, blocking the narrow alleyway. Naturally, the rebels at the forefront were the first to die. While the rebels' advance was stalled, the Zhai brothers also achieved considerable success.

With the assistance of two literary scholars, the rebel army, which had been advancing triumphantly, was brought to a standstill. However, the situation remained precarious and soon attracted the attention of the rebel commander. The first to arrive was a military general with an unfamiliar face, who was only a sixth-rank official.

He was cut off from his horse by Gong Shuwu in almost a single encounter.

His head flew into the air, and blood splattered everywhere.

Gong Shuwu's expression remained solemn, his eyes cold. Like a meat grinder on the battlefield, he swiftly and numbly reaped the lives of the rebels, even forcing the rebel lines back several dozen feet! However, as the martial arts soldiers were killed or wounded, the advantage was slowly leveled off.

At this moment, more rebel warriors arrived.

Eighth-class public transport!

It is about to break through the eighth class of public transportation.

In fact, his strength was not much different from that of Gong Shuwu.

"Prepare to die! Give me your life!"

Gong Shuwu was too lazy to say a word. His warhorse kicked off and charged forward like a black meteor. The rebel soldiers he encountered along the way were either knocked down or trampled. The warhorses of the Martial Warriors were basically as tall as a person, and their size would increase as the Martial Warriors' strength increased.

One stomp and your skull will be crushed!

clang!

clang!

The weapons in both sides were wielded so tightly that not a drop of water could penetrate them.

The next instant, a huge and solid crimson light blade struck!

Another passenger with similar abilities, classified as an eighth-class passenger.

Gong Shuwu's face was stained crimson with the blood of the rebels, obscuring his original features. Only his pair of scarlet, icy eyes remained, filled with chilling killing intent. He snorted coldly and shattered the attacking martial energy blade with a flick of his wrist. He roared, "Come at me if you dare!"

One of them shouted angrily, "You arrogant brat!"

Another man rode up on horseback, shouting, "You're asking for death!"

One against two!

Three moves, five moves, ten moves, thirty moves, fifty moves...

The two eighth-class passengers felt a slight unease.

Despite their combined attack, Gong Shuwu not only did not find himself in a predicament, but his strength also remained undiminished. On the contrary, he fought with increasing ferocity, and the force he exerted on them grew heavier and heavier.

At this moment, someone shouted angrily: "Don't be arrogant!"

After saying this, he took advantage of the gap in the other person's defense and conjured a longbow.

A dozen or so arrows were fired simultaneously.

The arrow from the eighth-class servant not only failed to injure Gong Shuwu, but was instead deflected by him and reflected back at him.

The alleyways were narrow, and most of the soldiers were from our own side.

They gladly accepted all the arrows.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Seeing this, Gong Shuwu laughed loudly, his bloodshot eyes wide open, and he taunted the two: "Is this your strength? Did you come to fight without eating? Go home and drink milk!" With that, he launched another series of attacks, each one faster and heavier than the last.

The two eighth-class passengers were furious.

Unfortunately, only a limited number of soldiers could enter the alleyway.

Gongshu Wudu gained a huge advantage here.

clang!

Another fierce attack!

With a loud bang, the three martial arts clashed head-on. The resulting shockwave either bleed away or killed nearby soldiers, while those who survived bled from all seven orifices and were no longer able to fight!

The two eighth-class princes were forced back several steps by the force of the impact, their warhorses neighing in pain and nearly throwing them to the ground.

Although Gong Shuwu did not retreat, he was still shaken and his blood and qi surged.

Before the dust had even settled, he charged forward once more.

At this moment, a hint of fear finally appeared in the eyes of the two eighth-class servants—they clearly felt that from the very beginning of their exchange, Gong Shuwu's momentum was steadily increasing!

The latter's martial energy seemed inexhaustible.

It is inexhaustible and can be used without limit.

This is completely unreasonable!

If he used secret methods and medicines to forcibly enhance his strength, so much time has passed that the effects of the medicine should have worn off. But looking at Gong Shuwu's increasingly fierce and ruthless fighting style, there is no sign of exhaustion.

The only possibility is—

Gong Shuwu is about to break through!

Yes, Gong Shuwu is indeed about to break through.

He had already accumulated enough experience, but he lacked an opportunity to be promoted to the tenth rank of Left Vice Minister. However, he had not encountered such an opportunity and could not break through the seemingly attainable but actually unshakable bottleneck.

Today, after watching the duel between Gong Xichou, Yang Duwei, and Zhai Le from the city wall, he felt his own martial energy was restless and agitated, and the bottleneck he was facing was showing signs of loosening, which was a sign of a breakthrough.

Until now—

He then killed the first rebel soldier.

The latter's blood splattered on his hands, the heat of the blood seeping through his skin, almost warming his dantian and martial spirit. A strange, boiling impulse surged within him, his martial energy coursing wildly through his meridians. His eyes gradually turned bloodshot...

It was as if a voice was whispering in my mind—

not enough!

Not enough!

That's far from enough!

The burning anxiety was momentarily soothed when two eighth-class passengers appeared, and the voice changed to—Kill them! Kill them! Kill them all!

These people are all the lackeys of the Pig King!

The King of Pigs is Zheng Qiao's brother!

Zheng Qiao is the enemy who destroyed the Xin Kingdom and ruined the Gong family!

As long as they are all killed, my bloodlust will be satisfied!

so--

Gong Shuwu said coldly and insanely, "You all deserve to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a vast and powerful martial energy erupted from his body, followed by a chilling wolf howl. Behind Gong Shuwu, a giant wolf with scarlet eyes, long black fur, and a slightly ethereal form rapidly materialized.

The moment it appeared, the giant wolf leaped high into the air and pounced on the rebel soldiers blocking the alleyway. Its sharp claws pierced through the flesh of the rebel soldiers as easily as cutting through tofu. The two eighth-class princes were terrified at the sight. They both released their martial energy and condensed it into a powerful aura.

The two were slammed into a house by a claw.

With two loud crashes, the house collapsed and buried them inside.

Although his life was not in danger, he was in a very sorry state.

The giant wolf, eager to expand its gains, sensed a deadly danger in the next instant. Its fur bristled, its teeth clenched, and a dangerous growl escaped its throat. Not far away, a familiar, dark green, net-like python was coiled on a rooftop.

The giant python flicked its tongue, coldly watching the giant wolf.

Without the slightest hesitation, the giant wolf pounced on the giant python.

A flicker of mockery seemed to cross the giant python's eyes for a moment.

The python also launched a counterattack, opening its gaping maw and unleashing its venomous fangs, aiming directly at the giant wolf's most vulnerable spot on its neck. Simultaneously, it coiled its body, attempting to ensnare the wolf. The giant wolf, agile as ever, retaliated with its iron claws. The wolf and the python locked in a fierce struggle.

Several loud bangs shook the ground, collapsing seven or eight houses.

at the same time--

Gong Shuwu seemed to sense something and glanced in a certain direction.

In the direction where the giant python appeared, a tall and imposing figure stood on the rooftop. He stood against the wind, the red tassel at the tip of his serpent halberd fluttering in the breeze. This man was none other than Gong Xi Chou, who had forced Commander Yang to ignite his martial spirit and forcefully engage in a battle beyond his rank, only to be defeated!

Gong Shuwu's eyes lit up, his fighting spirit soaring!

Gong Xichou: "..."

Don't be so sharp-eyed...

He's had enough of playing today and doesn't want to warm up or loosen up for now.

only--

He curled his lip at the sight of the giant pythons excitedly fighting.

Gong Shuwu shouted a challenge: "Do you dare to come down and fight?"

Gong Xichou: "..."

Anyone who doesn't dare is a coward!

Without saying a word, he grabbed the double-crescent-shaped halberd and charged down from above, saying to the two useless men crawling out of the ruins, "This man's life is mine. You two go and support the other battlefields."

Two disheveled eighth-class passengers: "..."

What else can we do?

Others are vying for military merit; how could they possibly compete?

He could only clasp his hands and say, "Yes, Your subordinate obeys!"

Having said that, he pushed off with his foot and shot off like a cannonball.

Chu Yao, who silently provided support but had little presence: "..."

To be honest, he wasn't very confident about this match.

Unfortunately, Gong Shuwu had just broken through to the next level, and his emotions were still in a state of high fever and warlike, with reason running away from home. In this state, Gong Shuwu would only think about fighting, and he would not retreat even if asked to.

So, Chu Yao looked around.

He ordered the martial arts soldiers created by Gongshu Wuhua to retreat.

Gong Shuwu, who was promoted to the tenth rank of Left Vice Minister, fought with Gong Xichou, and the damage was considerable. These martial arts soldiers should be used sparingly.

Gong Xichou: "Why would a mere tenth-rank Left Vice Minister seek death?"

Gong Shuwu's answer was to draw his sword and attack him!

They start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

After a few tentative moves, Gong Xichou gradually found his rhythm.

Compared to the numerous formidable enemies here, Zhai Le's situation was better. He had hardly seen any high-ranking military officers with a higher martial prowess than him. He and his cousin cooperated well, and with the help of the several hundred Yang Duwei's garrison soldiers, the battle situation was not critical, and they could maintain a certain advantage for a short time.

only--

No matter how hard the two forces tried, it was just a drop in the ocean compared to the overall situation in Xiaocheng, and they couldn't turn the tide.

In less than an hour, the outer city, the four city gates, and the three city gates fell one after another.

Many people were unable to escape.

They were numerous and walked slowly.

Upon seeing the rebel army charging in, chaos had already broken out.

Cries, pleas for mercy, curses, wails...

The voices of men and women, young and old, mingled together.

These voices did not sway the bloodthirsty rebels, nor did they soften their cold, hardened hearts. They resolutely raised their swords and brought them down; amidst the flashing blades and splattering blood, corpses lay dead in pools of blood, their faces still bearing the lingering terror.

Military orders are absolute.

In Xiaocheng, not a single chicken or dog was spared!

So, not a single dog or chicken will be left!

In an instant, a bloody hell on earth unfolded.

“Young Pear, the road ahead is still long…” Looking at the exhausted and unconscious Shen Xiaolangjun, who had fought his way through the battlefield, Qi Shan’s gaze softened with a rare tenderness and complexity. “It will be even harder than it is now…”

But he will always be there.

When he loosened his fist, he realized that his palm had been scratched and was bleeding, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

At that moment, he wished he could shut off his sight and hearing, never wanting to see those images again, never wanting to hear those sounds of people struggling in a bloody hell on earth. He tried to hold back, but finally couldn't resist anymore.

His throat tightened, and he spat out a mouthful of murky, scarlet blood.

(End of this chapter)