Chapter 20 The Killing Sun Blade (Part 1)
By daybreak, Shangjing was already a ruin, the sky gray and overcast, as if mourning the city.
After indulging in their feast and lust, the soldiers, carrying their looted belongings, camped outside the city, waiting for Grand Commandant Gao to leave so they could withdraw in an orderly fashion.
When Grand Commandant Gao emerged from his residence, his military chariot was already prepared, and two hundred personal guards stood on either side, clad in armor and wielding long swords. The entire long street was silent.
Only when he slowly, step by step, did the sound of his footsteps touch the ground.
He placed his hand on the crossbeam at the front of the carriage and waved his hand, saying, "Okay."
The trusted general immediately announced, "Move out!"
Dust billowed as the elite troops marched forward with imposing force, cavalry leading the way and infantry trailing behind, like a giant dragon crushing everything in its path. Occasionally, flashes of lightning left a golden gleam on the soldiers' armor, while the booming thunder added to their aura.
"Why is the weather so bad? It was sunny yesterday." Gao Yang stared at the dark clouds on the horizon and said to the person next to him in confusion.
General Zhi rode alongside and said, “Autumn is always unpredictable, Grand Commandant, please do not disturb us. There are attendants with parasols.”
Zhi Junyuan followed behind his father, recalling how many years ago he had seen a huge fire in the mountains that had almost burned down half of the mountain before a torrential downpour began.
Fires are always accompanied by heavy rain.
They were about to leave, leaving the fire and the rain behind.
The city gates were tightly closed.
The city gates, which should have been wide open, were closed, and the soldiers who should have opened them were dead.
Guan Zhiwei thought for a long time about how to kill Grand Commandant Gao.
She didn't know him, had never been to his house, and didn't know which bed he slept in.
Their only chance to meet was at the city gate.
He was surrounded and protected by two hundred personal guards, and there was an insurmountable chasm between him and Guan Zhiwei.
Knowing that the general was a cautious man, he immediately waved his hand and ordered: "Martial law."
Gao Yang smiled easily instead, "No need to be so nervous, go ask that girl what she's doing there."
“My son is willing to do it,” Zhi Junyuan said eagerly to his father.
His heart was pounding. Last night, shrouded in darkness, he was in a bad mood. He casually pointed to two guards escorting a little girl home without even glancing at her.
The two guards, however, seemed to have seen a ghost and returned spouting nonsense.
He was skeptical, but felt there was no reason for the two of them to lie, so he sent people to investigate, and sure enough, they found a pile of dismembered bodies.
At the same time, someone reported that many soldiers had been hacked to death.
He tightened the reins, stopped the horse, and looked at her with a complicated expression: "The Grand Commandant is asking you, what are you doing there?"
She stood guard at the city gate, knife in hand, her eyes filled with murderous intent; her actions were obvious.
But they still kept asking, what is she going to do?
Guan Zhiwei's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on the car. She declared loudly, "I'm going to kill you."
The sound was peaceful, so peaceful that it penetrated the eardrums of countless people.
They were astonished: "Someone wants to kill the Grand Commandant?!"
They found it ridiculous: "Does she even know what she's saying?"
No one thought she could kill anyone. She was just a young woman, and they had violated countless women that night.
Her current situation only proves that she slipped through the net.
Gao Yang said with great interest, "You, a little girl, come to kill me?"
"It's precisely because you're a girl that you deserve to be killed."
Guan Zhiwei looked up and noticed a drop of rain.
Dark clouds gathered, and a rumbling sound echoed.
This is the drumbeat that rallies her to fight.
Rain and blood fell together.
Knowing that Junyuan didn't want her to die, he made the first move, intending to pick up her knife, throw her to the ground, and make her look pathetic and ridiculous, so that when the army left in a grand procession, she could save her little life that no one cared about.
But things didn't go as he expected.
His spear thrust forward, but Guan Zhiwei dodged to the side, tensed his back, and swung his knife down.
The gun barrel flew off and broke in two.
Guan Zhiwei immediately bent down and slashed at the leg of his warhorse.
On the battlefield, there was a special knife called a "Mo Dao" used to cut off horses' legs. It was 2.5 to 3 meters long and was used by infantry to fight against cavalry. The slashing and sweeping movements were wide and powerful. It required a lot of strength to wield it with both hands to cut off a horse's leg.
This girl—wielding a knife with one hand, a short knife with a narrow blade—was practically courting death.
She bent over, exposing her back, and used all her strength to contend with the horse's strength. It was easy for her to lose her balance and fall. If she was trampled by the horse, there would be almost no chance of survival.
Even if she were lucky enough not to fall, the horse's leg bones are very hard and protected by strong tendons. The ordinary knife would most likely get stuck in the bone, or worse, the blade would break. Her life would be over in an instant.
Those present were all seasoned veterans who could tell at a glance whether she was alive or dead.
I have great contempt for this girl's stupidity.
She came for revenge, perhaps because her brothers, sisters, or parents died last night.
She didn't learn her lesson, didn't find a place to hide, and actually showed up brazenly, saying such outrageous things—she was practically asking for death!
As the spirited horse collapsed and Zhijun Yuan fell from his horse, those contemptuous eyes suddenly widened.
Guan Zhiwei chopped off the horse's leg with a single stroke.
She didn't finish him off, but simply smiled at the young general and said, "I recognize you."
Zhi Junyuan, amidst the heavy dust, endured intense pain as he watched the blurry figure of a young girl charge straight towards the hundred-man iron cavalry.
[You just came here to kill people all by yourself without any plan? One person against three hundred elite soldiers?]
"Of course not."
Guan Zhiwei braked in front of the cavalry, and like Chen Teng, she stretched out her arm, hooked her small hand, gathered her energy in her dantian, and shouted, "Come here—"
A large number of people were speechless.
[...Don't be like Lu Bu.]
When Guan Zhiwei saw that her plan was not working, she clicked her tongue and said, "Now you're killing people all by yourself without any plan, one person taking on three hundred elite soldiers."
She charged forward.
Dust flew everywhere.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The sounds of weapons and screams echoed together.
Gao Yang patted her hand gently, full of admiration: "I haven't seen bravery in the younger generation for a long time, but I saw it in a young woman."
General Zhi frowned and said, "Infantry formation, prepare."
Gao Yang chuckled: "Do you think she can kill her way to my doorstep?"
"I just feel there's no need to waste time on her."
"It's your son who embarrassed you."
The general frowned and remained silent.
Gao Yang didn't take the assassin seriously, but when he finished speaking and glanced back, his smile vanished.
She was practically the Grim Reaper on the battlefield; her blade was meant for reaping.
The cavalrymen leaped past her in a zigzag pattern, their long weapons thrusting, stabbing, and smashing, yet none of them managed to hit her.
She seemed to have received some precise instructions, enabling her to find opportunities to counterattack under a tight offensive and bring the cavalry down from their horses.
Any soldier who came near her was as fragile as a straw.
She withstood the pressure from over a hundred people, killing as she moved forward, leaving behind mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
What is a combat strength value of 100?
You can do whatever you want, I'm invincible.
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