Chapter 258 The Remnant Soul in the Xuantian Sword
"Prepare your weapons!"
"The central army advances five miles!"
"Collect the bodies!"
"Attack the city again in a quarter of an hour!"
“.”
The herald's shout echoed in the military camp that stretched for several miles in Dafeng. Tens of thousands of soldiers had already formed an array, ready to launch a second attack on Yuanzhou City at any time.
The two attacks were separated by less than half an hour, and it seemed as if the withdrawal in between was unnecessary. Instead, it gave the defenders a chance to catch their breath.
But in fact, in all offensive and defensive battles from ancient times to the present, there has never been a battle in which every last soldier was killed all at once.
Attacking in batches can not only effectively and timely adjust the focus of attack according to the enemy's situation, but also ensure that the internal strength and physical fitness of the attacking soldiers are always in full swing through rotation.
For example, now, the first batch of soldiers who withdrew have begun to recuperate and rest, while the soldiers for the second attack have been replaced by fresh troops who had not been deployed to the battlefield before.
“.”
"Brother Bai, if nothing unexpected happens, we won't have anything to do today."
In a military tent, a big man stuffed a few pills into his mouth, closed his eyes to feel the effect of the medicine, and chattered non-stop.
"After this war, I will definitely be able to get a position in the army. I am not greedy, just being a general commander will be enough for me."
"Brother Bai, you may be transferred back to the night watchman, but don't forget me when the time comes."
"It's rare for us two brothers to have a chance meeting, and now we can be considered to have a life-long friendship."
"Of course, the premise is that we have to survive."
"I don't think it's a big problem. We both look like lucky people."
"Brother Bai, you are right, right?"
"Eh? Brother Bai?"
The man opened his eyes in confusion, only to find that there was no one around him.
"Where are the people?"
He muttered to himself. Another soldier in the tent was afraid that he would continue to mutter, so he quickly explained:
"Bai Youheng went to collect the bodies."
"ah?"
The big man was stunned, looking a little surprised.
Not only does collecting corpses not count as a military achievement, it is also somewhat dangerous. The only benefit is perhaps that it can accumulate some good karma.
But they can’t guarantee that they will become corpses tomorrow, so what’s the use of accumulating virtue?
I don't know why Brother Bai is so active.
Tsk tsk tsk, the people who come out as night watchmen are just weird. The big man sighed inwardly and stopped thinking about it. He closed his eyes and continued to recover his internal strength.
At this time, Bai Youheng had returned to the sea of blood and mountains of corpses under Yuanzhou City. With every step he took, several more souls of the dead were collected into the small bronze mirror in his arms.
"Two thousand three hundred and twenty-eight, two thousand three hundred and twenty-nine"
I have had this bronze mirror for more than half a year, but the souls I collected in such a long time were not as many as I have collected in two hours today.
His dark eyes were as dead as the abyss. Bai Youheng licked his lips and looked greedily towards Yuanzhou City not far away.
“Still a bit slow”
A quarter of an hour later, the second attack began as scheduled amid the sound of rumbling war drums.
The spies from various forces in Yuanzhou City had taken advantage of the truce to go out of the city to report the news. A piece of mother-and-child jade in the Ministry of War in the capital also became hot at the beginning of the war. The news that "Dafeng has begun to attack the city" was probably delivered to Ning Yongnian long ago.
But Wei Changtian, who was far away in Shuzhou, was unaware of this.
It’s not that the intelligence capabilities of Xuan Jing Si or Tong Zhou Hui are so poor. On the contrary, Chu Xianping learned this information even earlier than Ning Yongnian.
It’s just that Chu Xianping can’t tell Wei Changtian about this for the time being.
“.”
"Wei, Master Wei, as long as I finish this, will you really pardon my death sentence?"
In the dark room, a skinny man was kneeling on the ground trembling, with a pitch-black sword stuck in front of him.
"Of course. I always keep my word."
Wei Changtian nodded calmly: "Just do as I said just now, and I will forgive your sins after it is done."
“But, but.”
The thin man hesitated: "But this will take away 30 years of my life."
"hehe."
Wei Changtian sneered: "You are already a death row prisoner. If you don't do as I say, you will die immediately. By then, you won't be able to live even one more day."
"And if you do that, even if you lose thirty years of life, you'll at least have a few years left to live."
"Don't you understand this account?"
“.”
The Xuantian Sword was emitting a dark black light. The thin man struggled silently for a while, but his desire to live ultimately overwhelmed his fear of the unknown.
"I did it!"
As if to cheer himself up, he growled and then suddenly bit his tongue, and with a "puff" he spat out his blood onto the Xuantian Sword.
He stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the sword, and his internal force extended along the barely detectable lines on the sword until it spread to the entire blade . The thin man's already dry and coarse hair began to turn white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wrinkles on his face slowly emerged and became clear.
Wei Changtian just watched all this calmly until the Xuantian Sword suddenly let out a long cry.
“Zheng!”
“Hehehehe!”
"Boy, it's only been over half a year and you're already... huh?"
The strange and old voice stopped abruptly, as if a little surprised.
However, the thin man was startled by the sudden noise and fell to the ground, looking at Wei Changtian in horror.
"Wei, Master Wei, this, this..."
"Well, it looks like"
Wei Changtian smacked his lips and took a step closer: "It seems to have been done."
"Done?"
The thin man was overjoyed when he heard this, and the fear in his heart just disappeared in an instant.
He stretched his neck tremblingly, as if waiting for Wei Changtian to fulfill his previous promise.
But in the end, he only ended up with his head and body separated.
“Puff!”
“Clang!”
It seemed like the knife was drawn, but it also seemed like it wasn't.
When Wei Changtian gently put the Leaking Knife back into the sheath, a head with wide-open eyes quietly slid to the ground.
It was obvious that Wei Changtian went back on his word again and did not keep his promise.
As for the reason, human traffickers are unforgivable.
There was a brief silence in the dark room.
A man, a sword, and a dead body all looked speechless to each other, creating a rather strange scene.
But soon the remnant soul in the Xuantian Sword seemed to understand something and suddenly laughed: "Hehehehe!"
"You borrowed someone else's lifespan to wake me up. Boy, you are a cruel and ruthless person!"
"But this character is more to my liking than Xiao Feng's!"
"Really?"
Wei Changtian sat down cross-legged, staring at the slightly trembling Xuantian Sword and said, "Senior, you just said that you woke up once half a year ago. Was it Xiao Feng who woke you up at that time?"
"You are talking nonsense!"
The remnant soul yelled, "Since you know how to wake me up, it can only be that Xiao Feng has told you about me."
"By the way, where is that kid Xiao Feng?"
"Why is the Xuantian Sword in your hands?"
"hehe."
Wei Changtian did not answer directly, but asked again: "Senior, last time Xiao Feng called you out, did he ask you to help kill a man named Wei Changtian?"
"Um?"
The remnant soul's tone was somewhat disdainful: "So what?"
"Not very good."
Wei Changtian shook his head, paused for a moment, and then smiled playfully:
"Senior, I am Wei Changtian."
(End of this chapter)
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