"It's not actually that hopeless!" Wang Han said with a smile, seeing everyone's despair growing. Only Wang Han could still manage a laugh. Everyone else looked utterly hopeless, even Rodon. Rodon possessed town-level strength; if he played it safe, he could survive.
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Wang Han expectantly, as if they had regained their hope.
"Wang Han, you have a way, don't you? You understand this world, you must have a way," a fat man said excitedly, his tone filled with expectation. He didn't want to die here.
"Wang Han, tell me your ideas right now. I'll give you 30% of the points you get from this mission," Radon said quickly. 30% of the points was already a considerable sum, but for the mission to go smoothly, even if it meant just keeping everyone alive.
"Although I'm a newcomer, my skills are pretty good," Wang Han said with a smile. This was his first time joining a mission team, and Wang Han didn't want it to end like this.
Silence fell. Despair settled on everyone's faces again. Radon was stunned. Wang Han was strong, but he was just Wang Han. Perhaps Wang Han could survive, and he himself might be able to survive as well, but the others were not so sure; they had only just begun their training.
"I once fought alone amidst a vast army." Looking at everyone who was beginning to despair again, Wang Han said with a smile, and then stepped towards the charging Persian army.
Watching Wang Han walk towards the charging Persian army, a vast and dark mass of thousands of soldiers, exuding an oppressive aura of impending storm, Wang Han was like a solitary strongman facing the tempest alone, still walking steadily step by step, leaving behind a silhouette that showed he was willing to be swallowed up even if it meant being devoured.
"What do we do?" The others looked at each other, at a loss. In their eyes, this was simply suicide. Even though they admired Wang Han's back view, they didn't want to risk their lives to accompany him in a head-on confrontation.
The next moment, the Persian army had already rushed in front of Wang Han. The Persian soldiers charging towards Wang Han roared loudly, slashing at him with all their might with their scimitars, as if they wanted to cut this man, whose height, build, and appearance were the envy of everyone, in two with a single blow. More soldiers rushed past Wang Han, as if he had been swallowed up by the tide of the Persian army.
"Aaaaaah...!" The next moment, just when everyone thought Wang Han had been swallowed up by the charging Persian army, a shrill scream suddenly rang out. In the midst of the charging Persian army, a gleaming silver blade flashed like lightning across an area of dozens of meters. All the Persian soldiers touched by the blade were cut in half at the waist. The blade was so fast that these Persian soldiers only felt the pain and let out a shrill scream after they were cut in half and fell to the ground. Even the cliff face beside them was slashed open with a huge gash.
The screams lasted only a few seconds before stopping. The ground within a radius of tens of meters was covered with severed limbs, hearts, livers, spleens, and lungs. Broken intestines and filth mixed with blood and emitted an extremely foul odor.
The Persian soldiers who hadn't yet entered the area where the sword was cut off were also terrified by this horrific scene. Their charge came to an abrupt halt, and no one dared to take another step forward. The unsuspecting Persian soldiers behind them pushed and shoved, but the soldiers in front refused to advance even at the cost of their lives, desperately retreating.
"Oh My God!"
"A forty-meter-long broadsword, I've learned something new."
"That really puts them in a 39-meter head start!"
Radon and the others stared in disbelief at Wang Han, who stood amidst his severed limbs like an unparalleled powerhouse, holding a forty-meter-long curved sword.
In that instant, Wang Han snatched the scimitar from the Persian soldier who was attacking him. With a flick of his wrist, he multiplied the scimitar to forty meters. Then, he gripped the hilt of the scimitar with both hands and spun around once. All of these movements took less than a second.
"There's hope." After the initial shock, Radon breathed a long sigh of relief. With Wang Han's monstrous ability to transform objects, and himself being a town-level fire-type ability user, this war was in the bag.
"Don't underestimate ancient weapons of war. Be careful, watch out for arrow volleys." As if knowing what Radon was thinking, Wang Hanze reminded Radon.
After saying this, Wang Han, carrying a forty-meter-long curved sword, began to charge forward against the Persian soldiers who dared not advance.
"devil!"
"Don't come any closer!"
Seeing Wang Han charging towards them with a forty-meter-long curved sword, the Persian soldiers were terrified and desperately tried to retreat and escape. Unfortunately, the unsuspecting soldiers behind them continued to push and shove them, leaving deep footprints on the ground, and they were still unable to stop being pushed forward by the soldiers behind them.
The next moment, Wang Han had already rushed to within ten meters of them. To their horror, the large curved blade in Wang Han's hand swept across with a whistling sound. At the front, some soldiers who reacted quickly quickly ducked down, but the soldiers behind couldn't react in time. Even if they did react, it was impossible for them to duck down because of the bodies of those in front. They could only watch helplessly as the huge curved blade swept towards them with a whistling sound.
"Thud...!" The sound of flesh being severed was continuous, like a long, drawn-out tearing of cloth. Hundreds of soldiers crowded within a thirty-meter radius were instantly cut in two, their armor and weapons severed, and screams of agony rang out once more. Gushing blood and entrails splattered like a torrential downpour onto the surviving soldiers, turning them into blood-soaked figures.
"what happened?"
"devil!"
Watching hundreds of men being cut in two in the blink of an eye, the soldiers behind finally understood why those in front had been desperately retreating and refusing to advance; even military law couldn't deter them. Unfortunately, those in front were already dead; now it was their turn.
Faced with Wang Han, who charged at them like a demon wielding a forty-meter-long curved sword, the Persian soldiers behind them chose to do the same thing as their fallen comrades, desperately trying to retreat. Unfortunately, the soldiers further back were still oblivious and continued to charge forward.
"puff.......!"
This time, Wang Han didn't give them a long period of fear. He swept his broadsword, cutting down hundreds more people with a single blow, and then continued his charge.
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"Let's start collecting armor, weapons, and shields too. These are essential for our survival if we encounter enemy arrow volleys," Radon ordered the others, watching the carnage unfold before leading his men to gather supplies. As for the Spartan warriors blocking the canyon entrance, dumbfounded, no one paid them any attention. The system's mission didn't require contact with them; they only needed to hold this position for five days. Of course, there was another option: completely defeat the Persian soldiers, even slaughter them all, and end the war—that would also complete the mission.
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