Chapter 1025: The Death of Yunda (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
This cry was full of resentment.
Clearly, they weren't just heading towards the Northern Desert.
These old fogies of the Gong family thought that the last time it ended would be a true burial, but they never expected that their wretched descendants would dig them up from the ground again in less than two days. They're already dead, just bones, and now they have to do sit-ups and sit-ups repeatedly inside their coffins.
When they first came out, everyone was extremely unhappy.
Gong Shuwu's father even wanted to slap his unfilial son first.
Is there anyone who would treat their ancestors like this?
Even the dead can't be allowed a moment of peace?
Are they really treating them as reusable renewable resources? Are they just using them as cannon fodder because they won't die easily? Ha! How incredibly filial! How much water must have entered the Gong family's ancestral graves to have to be burdened with this wretched uncle and nephew pair, Gong Wen and Gong Cheng?
But compared to these enemies from the Northern Desert, the grudges within the family can be put aside for now. Cleansing the house can be done anytime, but these Northern Desert bastards are truly gone if this opportunity isn't missed! If I don't take advantage of my current special state to take a few more with me, when will I ever get another chance? Killing one is enough, killing two is a huge bonus!
Other Gong ancestors followed suit.
Among them is the White Bone, who is worried about osteoporosis and that its bones are not strong enough. Its actions are even more ruthless—it opens its heart to the Northern Desert soldiers and uses brute force to borrow two of their ribs.
He then used his ribs as a weapon to pierce through the skull.
Several jets of blood gushed out from the wound.
Fresh blood mixed with flesh and internal organs splattered all over the white bones.
Upon closer inspection, one would find that these skeletons resemble greedy beasts, constantly absorbing the flesh and blood. With each absorption, a faint reddish hue would appear on the surface of the bones, making the bone texture increasingly crystalline. There was a subtle indication that they were approaching the bone quality of Gong Shuwu.
Gong Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
He really didn't want to fight with these ancestors anymore.
Then look at his second uncle?
The atmosphere was somber and oppressive.
If Gong Shuwu still had any flesh and blood left, his face would certainly be very pale right now—because these ancestors he had summoned were truly ancestors, each one eyeing the fat meat of the Northern Desert, completely ignoring Gong Cheng's presence, and utterly disregarding Gong Shuwu's will and commands. Helpless, Gong Shuwu could only rely on himself.
"What we didn't settle last time, we'll settle this time with interest!" Gong Shuwu's momentum was unstoppable as he charged towards Gong Cheng with his sword. The sword flashed wildly, countless blade energies tearing through the surrounding air, forcing Gong Cheng to take the attack head-on.
Gong Cheng revealed a serious and solemn expression.
Although less than a month had passed since their last encounter, he clearly sensed that Gong Shuwu's aura had grown significantly stronger, and the corrosive power of his deathly energy was far greater. For an ordinary martial artist, such progress in a short period would be difficult. Gong Shuwu's change was likely related to his current state. Gong Cheng dared not be careless, and without dodging or yielding, he met the attack head-on, unleashing a palm strike!
Suddenly, a strong wind arose.
A blood-red palm print, dozens of feet long, with a long tail, crashed head-on into the blade shadow.
Bang bang bang bang——
Sparks from the intense explosions bloomed in the palm of the blood-stained handprint.
The shockwaves from the two explosions, mixed with sonic booms, affected the soldiers closest to the scene most severely. The shield wall, built up with morale, was cracked under the relentless onslaught. With a series of cracking sounds, one section of the morale shield finally succumbed to the pressure and shattered.
Without protection, the flesh and blood behind the shield wall would be the first to be hit.
Those with slightly stronger strength were at most forced back a few steps by the strong wind, their warhorses startled and neighing. Those with slightly weaker strength were either shaken by the sonic boom, bleeding from all seven orifices and suffering internal organ damage, or were thrown off their feet by the strong wind, rolling far away with their horses.
It knocked down many people along the way before finally coming to a stop.
In no time, a clearing was created.
As the Grand Master of the Eighteenth Rank, Gong Cheng's true strength was naturally far greater than this. The first bloody palm print neutralized the blade shadow unleashed by Gong Shuwu. Before he could catch his breath, the second, third, and fourth palm prints rained down relentlessly, each one stronger than the last!
It's as if a corner of the world has collapsed, approaching the human realm.
A gigantic shadow blotted out the sky!
As the shadow drew closer, a thick, viscous aura, like sticky swamp, pressed into his chest from all directions! It felt as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing his body, tightening little by little!
Gong Shuwu could even hear the bones beneath his breastplate creaking under the strain! Though he felt no pain, the flames burning in his eye sockets trembled. Gong Shuwu had no doubt that if he were still flesh and blood, Gong Cheng's attack could have crushed him into a small meat patty! Gong Shuwu gritted his teeth, the flames in his eye sockets growing larger and larger until they burst forth with dazzling light.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh—"
He let out a deafening roar.
He transformed into a vortex, frantically engulfing the cloud of morale gathering above the Kang Kingdom soldiers like a whale swallowing the sea. As this morale surged into his eyes, a burning, cold light erupted from his center. The opposing force collided head-on with the palm print about to hit the ground!
"Gong—Yun—Chi—"
boom!
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
A blade of light shot straight into the sky, bursting forth from his body.
It seemed they were ready to perish together with Gong Cheng.
Gong Cheng remained unmoved as he watched Gong Shuwu break through three layers of suppression. When Gong Shuwu encountered the fourth layer, his once dazzling and beautiful pink bones were riddled with cracks, as if they would shatter at the slightest touch. Pink dust continuously drifted down from the sky.
"I'm here to help you!"
With a roar, Qian Yong shot into the air, leaving a large crater in his wake, and hurled his weapon. The weapon, trailing a long, luminous tail, met the palm strike before Gong Shuwu could react. The weapon only momentarily halted the palm's trajectory, but that was enough for Gong Shuwu to escape. Qian Yong glanced at the mangled skeleton and grinned, "You got a good beating from your nephew, huh—"
Gong Shuwu: "..."
Although I escaped death, I couldn't laugh at all.
At this moment, another figure charged out from the formation.
When he charged out, he was still holding two skulls with sunken tops in his hands, the owners of the skulls still wearing helmets. Qian Yong caught a glimpse of them and clicked his tongue in amazement. He raised his hand and pulled Gong Shuwu back a little: "Young people these days are all so fierce."
Isn't that just brutal?
Ignoring the helmet's defense, he crushed the opponent's skull with his bare hands.
What terrifying finger strength!
Judging from the exquisite craftsmanship of their helmets, the owners of the two heads must have been formidable military generals in life. However, they couldn't even withstand a few rounds against this ruthless opponent, who used brute force to rip their heads off. Just imagining it made Qian Yong's neck ache.
Gong Shuwu used his strength to stand firm.
He raised his head and looked up at Gong Cheng, who was exchanging palm strikes with Shao Chong.
Qian Yong was still muttering, "Do you think you can keep your nephew here today? I doubt it. The 18th Grand Chancellor is determined to escape, and we can't keep him without equal strength."
Letting Gong Cheng return alive would be a hidden danger.
Who knows what kind of trouble it will cause in the future?
Gong Shuwu said in a deep voice, "No matter how risky it is, we must give it a try!"
Qian Yonghao laughed loudly, "Good, good, good—"
Gong Shuwu was willing to kill his eldest nephew, determined to cleanse the family, so Qian Yong naturally couldn't hold him back. He roared at his troops, his voice penetrating and echoing across much of the battlefield: "All soldiers, heed my command! Aid me!"
A deep voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
It reached the soldiers' ears clearly.
With this order issued, the already high morale soared even higher, the morale of the army becoming so solid and substantial that it was almost tangible. Gong Shuwu absorbed this pure energy of heaven and earth again, and in just a few breaths, his previously shaky skeleton returned to its original state. The fine cracks were completely erased by an invisible hand, and it became even more crystalline and hard than before.
Qian Yong then commanded these soldiers to transform into the half-body of a giant.
The giant raised his hand and conjured a giant bow.
The morale soared, coalescing into arrows at its fingertips.
As the bowstring was plucked to its fullest extent, the rate at which morale was absorbed increased tenfold, and the morale of the army visibly decreased by four or five points. The target was now firmly locked onto Gong Cheng! At this moment, Gong Cheng was being entangled by Shao Chong, who had also thrown two bloody, grotesque heads at him. Thinking they were hidden weapons, he raised his hand to grab them, but an invisible hand crushed the flying heads.
Shao Chong's eyes reddened at the sight.
Both of those heads were earned through his military exploits!
Without a head, how can he prove that he killed the person?
"You've ruined my war achievements! You're asking for death!"
Gong Cheng had recently fought Shao Chong and knew all too well how frenzied Shao Chong's almost beast-like fighting style could be. He had no desire to be entangled with Shao Chong. While he was distracted by dealing with him, he also keenly noticed an aura that was powerful enough to threaten him and had completely locked onto him!
He glanced at the battlefield below.
The elite Northern Desert troops, who had prepared to launch a pincer attack, were instead ambushed and trapped. Within a quarter of an hour of fighting, both armies had suffered heavy casualties. Their previously barely maintained formation crumbled amidst the explosions, and the Kang Kingdom's troops then penetrated their flanks. Under the cavalry's relentless attacks, the Northern Desert forces were divided into more than a dozen large and small pieces, gradually being devoured.
Needless to say, this battle was a complete failure.
As casualties mounted, morale in the northern desert collapsed and continued to plummet, giving Kang State a decisive advantage. At this rate, complete annexation was inevitable. Unless, of course, they could break through the encirclement now.
Gong Cheng could see the situation clearly at a glance, and Liu Guan and the others were even more aware of it. They had repeatedly concentrated their forces, attempting to break through the "wooden wall" of defense. However, they simply couldn't imagine how many firearms Bei Qiu and his Mohists had deployed around the camp!
One wave of bombs is followed by another.
One wave after another, seemingly endless and without end.
The Northern Desert forces also realized the approximate area of the explosion and tried their best to break out. Once the harassment from the explosion was gone, they could reorganize their army and establish a defense. However, Qi Shan and his men were determined to wear down the Northern Desert, so they wouldn't give them that opportunity.
Use a large number of defensive military formations and spiritual words to build high walls.
Forge all sides into an impenetrable wall of copper and iron!
Not only that, this "impregnable fortress" will continuously shrink inward, gradually forcing the Northern Desert troops to retreat towards the area with the densest concentration of firearms and traps. Can't kill them with explosives? No problem, they can be worn down!
Tudego sat firmly in the center, protected without any leaks.
He stared at the sky with a gloomy expression.
If this continues, the army will likely be wiped out here.
He thought of someone: "How's it going with Yunda?"
Yunda is not Gong Cheng.
A rank 20 Marquis is worth a thousand troops, a single man can hold off ten thousand, and if he were to sacrifice his life, he could even rival a force of thirty to forty thousand elite soldiers. Yun Da challenged him to a duel, and no matter who Kang State sent to meet him, they would not last more than ten rounds against him.
Why hasn't Yunda arrived yet?
Tudege knew that by taking advantage of Yunda's challenge to attack the Kangguo camp, he had crossed Yunda's bottom line. However, he also knew that the Northern Desert needed a victory to boost morale and emerge from the gloom. For this, he was willing to use any means necessary and disregard the cost.
The only thing they hadn't expected was that Kang Guo was more cunning than anticipated.
Liu Guan was covered in blood, and the sword in his hand was dulled at some point.
She was breathing heavily, her voice already hoarse from repeated screams: "Why must my lord place his hopes on outsiders?"
They were hoping that Yunda would descend from the heavens and lead his troops to break through the encirclement.
Mountains crumble, people run away; what isn't one's own ability is ultimately unreliable—Liu Guan understood this better than anyone. She thought Tudege, who had saved her years ago, would understand this even better, but now it seemed that wasn't necessarily true: "Please, my lord, fight with your back against the wall!"
We must find a way to reverse the downward trend.
There is no greater calamity than underestimating the enemy!
The Northern Desert suffered a defeat because they underestimated their enemy.
They over-relyed on Yun Da and Gong Cheng's abilities and underestimated the strength of Kang State. They assumed that without Shen Youli in command, Kang State's army would be demoralized and its fighting power would decline. But what was the result? Kang State was affected, but not as much as Bei Mo had imagined!
"When resistance clashes with military might, the one who grieves will prevail!"
Liu Guan gripped Tudege's wrist tightly.
The force was so great that even Tudege couldn't help but frown.
Liu Guan said to himself, "This is the last chance!"
Since the situation has already deteriorated, it's better to ignite the soldiers' deep-seated grief and indignation, transforming these emotions—grief, anger, resentment, and the will to survive—into morale. Let everyone understand that only a desperate fight offers a chance of survival! Without a fight to the death, there is only death!
Tudege was so surprised by Liu Guan's decisiveness that he stammered.
He was breathing heavily, his mouth was dry, and his throat felt tight.
Do you know what that means?
Tudege knew that Liu Guan's move was the only hopeful assessment at the moment, but he was also aware that if he followed it, the risks he would face would be immense—if the lord led the charge and killed the enemy, even if he died on the way, the lord's disgrace would inspire the remaining soldiers, unleashing considerable fighting power, and it was possible that they could break through the encirclement in one fell swoop.
but--
Tude asked himself honestly, and realized he lacked a bit of courage.
His momentum faltered, and he avoided Liu Guan's sharp gaze, saying with difficulty, "Yuan You, wait a little longer... If Yun Da doesn't come, I will definitely sacrifice myself and never let Yuan You look down on me..."
The final sound was weak and indistinct, lacking power.
Liu Guan stared wide-eyed.
With heavy breathing, he loosened his grip on his wrist.
His gaze shifted from anger to calm, and finally to disgust and disdain. This deeply stung Tudege's eyes.
He was all bark and no bite, his voice lacking conviction: "What are you doing?"
Liu Guan muttered to himself, "Hahaha, the rooster is gone, the hen takes its place—how can our lord, who values his life so much, still have the face to occupy the throne? It's utterly ridiculous, utterly ridiculous..."
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It's actually not easy to choose a courtesy name for Liu Guan. I always thought that "Ying Zuo Ru Shi Guan" would sound nice, and "Ru Shi" would also be good. But then I realized that Liu Guan's surname was Liu... So I had to change it to "Yuan You".
(End of this chapter)
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