Chapter 459 The taste of human blood is so peculiar.
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The taste of human blood is so peculiar.
Logically speaking, Li Shiyue, with her exceptional five senses, should be extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.
In fact, the smell would make Li Shiyue want to vomit.
But what's even more powerful is Li Shiyue's strong willpower.
Little Red Horse charged forward, and with each strike from Li Shiyue, a life was taken away.
Under the cover of darkness, blood, severed heads, broken hands and feet, and the howling north wind fueled the growing fire, which seemed poised to engulf the entire camp.
Screams, roars, and screams, in Turkic and Chinese languages, rose and fell, providing the perfect background music for tonight's massacre.
The Khan, who had climbed off the young female slave, heard the panicked voices of his guards outside the tent and shoved another young female slave aside.
He got off the ground naked, grabbed a robe from a nearby wooden shelf, and put it on.
The second thing the Khan did was to draw a scimitar from the weapon rack on the other side.
"Get in here!"
This outburst, delivered in a furious Turkic voice, was shouted into the tent by the Khan's head guard.
While the Khan was listening to his personal guards report that someone had attacked the royal court, Li Shiyue had already led her men to storm the middle section of the Turkic royal court.
"Brothers, let's kill the barbarians!"
During the daytime, Li Shiyue had already used the king of the sky—the golden eagle—to investigate which tent the Khan had entered in the Turkic royal court that night.
Yes, to prevent assassination attempts, the Turkic Khan slept in a different tent every night.
However, the golden eagle's air superiority is just too useful!
In the futuristic technological world, the mechanical golden eagle specially commissioned by mecha pilot Zhang Lanlan is simply an overpowered, cheat-like existence!
Li Shiyue led a group of people towards the tent that had already been spotted by the golden eagle.
As for General Liu and his men, they had already spoken with Li Shiyue and knew they had their own things to do.
There were barbarian soldiers blocking the patrol, those spreading the fire, and those searching for Sher—everyone had their own task.
In Li Shiyue's words, "Tonight, we must behead the Khan and cause enough casualties in the royal court!"
Although the market was quite far from the royal court, the wind tonight still carried the sounds of battle and the stench of burning fires there.
Xie Mingyue is still under house arrest in a tent outside the market, and she hasn't slept at all tonight.
Even she could hear the commotion from the distant royal court, so how could Bora, the general stationed here, not hear it?
Bora stepped out of the tent and gazed towards the direction of the royal court.
He dispatched a small team to scout towards the royal court.
Bora didn't know what the firelight at the royal court looked like.
Although he was very worried about the royal court, as the garrison general of the market, guarding the market was his duty.
He cannot leave without the Khan's order.
Meanwhile, the merchants from all walks of life in the market, including the Khitan merchant Yelü Jiujin and the Han merchant Lu Guang, all stepped out of their tents and looked toward the Turkic royal court in the distance, which was now ablaze with flames.
Yelü Jiujin, his belly protruding, touched his chin. He couldn't help but think of the letter he had sent out on behalf of Xie Mingyue some time ago.
He didn't know if tonight's events were related to Xie Mingyue's letter, but he knew he couldn't let anyone know that he and Xie Mingyue were secretly having some kind of relationship.
So he stood outside for a short while, then told his caravan members to hurry inside and rest.
Lu Guang stood outside for a long time, so long that the thick smoke from the royal court drifted over, and he could smell the blood that came with the smoke, before he finally called his men into the tent.
Meanwhile, Li Shiyue had already led her people to the front of the Khan's tent.
However, the four sides of the Khan's tent were now densely surrounded by barbarian soldiers.
Because Li Shiyue and his men launched a surprise attack and all rode in on horseback, most of the barbarian soldiers, apart from those patrolling the royal court, were fighting with only their legs and the curved swords in their hands.
However, since it was within the royal court and the space was small, Li Shiyue and his companions, who were on horseback, did not have a significant advantage.
Li Shiyue knew that now was the time for her and the Khan to race against time.
If she can behead the Turkic Khan before the barbarian reinforcements arrive at the royal court, then they will have won more than half the battle in tonight's raid!
But if she hadn't succeeded, even if Sher brought his men later, their gains tonight wouldn't have increased much.
So at this moment, Li Shiyue raised her long sword, which was still dripping blood, and shouted to the barbarian soldiers who numbered about a hundred in front of her: "Men, cut off the Khan's head and you will get a hundred taels of gold!"
Kill a barbarian and you'll get ten taels of silver!
Follow me! Kill! Kill! Kill!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Let's give it our all!
Whether you'll be overflowing with gold and silver, or reincarnated in the underworld, it all depends on this one night!
Li Shiyue rode forward, brandishing his long sword, like a dance hidden beneath the night, performed on the edge of a blade.
In the blink of an eye, she had taken a life.
At that moment, she smelled not the stench of blood, but the unique fragrance of victory.
One by one, the barbarian soldiers, wielding their scimitars, charged forward and clashed with Li Shiyue and his men!
Both sides knew that tonight, it was either you die or I live!
The scimitar plunged into the horse's belly, and hot blood spurted onto the barbarian's head and face.
Sun Xiaoliu fell off his horse and onto the ground. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, rolled on the spot, gripped his long knife, knelt down, and swiftly stabbed the barbarian in the abdomen!
The knife tip sliced through the skin, and a bunch of intestines fell out.
The barbarian's hand holding the scimitar fell limp, and the scimitar dropped to the ground. He stared down, his eyes wide with disbelief, at the gash in his stomach that Sun Xiaoliu had ripped open.
Sun Xiaoliu had no time to pay attention to this barbarian who was destined to die. He had already taken a step forward and was facing off against another barbarian, hacking and slashing at him.
Li Shiyue's lips were tightly pursed. At this moment, she was wielding both swords simultaneously. Her little red horse moved at will, galloping forward towards the Khan's tent while using its strong mechanical legs to trample the barbarians that were rushing towards it.
With one stomp, even the hardest sternum will break into pieces, and even the strongest beating heart will turn into a pile of minced meat.
Closer, closer!
Upon reaching the tent, Li Shiyue used her waist strength to flip over and jump off the little red horse.
She wielded her twin swords with increasing skill, and fewer and fewer barbarian soldiers stood in her way;
Suddenly, she dodged to the side, and an arrow shot from behind her struck the barbarian soldier who had just been in front of her between the eyebrows.
The archer in the distance seemed to know that his arrow had missed Li Shiyue, and then one arrow after another came flying in.
Thanks to her exceptional senses and incredibly fast internal energy cultivation technique, Li Shiyue was able to swiftly and decisively eliminate the barbarian soldiers blocking her tent while simultaneously dodging them.
With a "whoosh," she withdrew her knife and looked at the fallen corpse in front of her. Li Shiyue raised her left hand and wiped the blood splattered on her cheek.
She finally arrived at the tent entrance.
Li Shiyue kicked the tent flap with all her might, and the head guard who was standing behind the door was sent flying to the ground along with the flap.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the head of the guards, wearing a breastplate, felt as if his sternum had been broken. Just as he was about to shout at the Khan who was holding a scimitar beside him, a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth.
In just a breath or two, the head of the guards died.
Just then, the moon, which had been hidden by dark clouds, peeked out from the sky.
A sliver of moonlight shone down, illuminating the dark tent and casting its light on the lower half of the head guard's face.
His unseeing eyes in death were somewhat heartbreaking.
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