Chapter 1231: Matryoshka Dolls, One After Another (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
A low growl, reminiscent of a wild beast, escaped his throat, followed by a burst of cold sweat on his back. The sensation of his vital organs brushing against the blade of death made his heart feel like it was about to explode, his blood boiling and surging to the top of his head. Before he could even rejoice at his escape from death, two attacks, summoned by their master, abruptly reversed 180 degrees in mid-air, heading straight for his vital points!
"presumptuous--"
With a roar, martial energy condensed into a bullet.
The pebbles beneath our feet flew into the air, forming an egg-shaped barrier.
The two attacks collided head-on with the barrier, creating a sound that nearly shattered eardrums. The general in the center naturally suffered the greatest impact. Even as he was struck by the sonic waves, he clenched his jaw, swallowing the sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat and the dizziness of being tossed about by the waves. Before the dizziness had completely subsided, the pair of golden bronze maces cleaved down from above, aimed directly at his skull. The maces carried a terrifying aura that no one could match, causing his head beneath the helmet to churn as if the sea were about to crash.
He had no choice but to confront them head-on and fight back with force.
Whether it was the stuffy air or something else, when he barely managed to deflect most of the force of the copper mace, enduring the pain of his internal organs churning and his martial energy surging backward, warm, sticky sweat mixed with rainwater slowly slid down his forehead.
As I passed the foot of the mountain, I caught a glimpse of a pale red.
This isn't his sweat, it's his blood!
The owner of the bronze mace raised his hand and grabbed, the lone mace leaving a golden trail in the air before flying back into his palm. At this moment, the general felt his vision blurring, only able to vaguely make out the bronze mace warrior's imposing figure, his aura as majestic as a mountain, his mere presence enough to instill fear and cowardice in the general. He knew perfectly well that he was no match for this man; if the opponent went all out, he feared he wouldn't even last ten rounds! The instinct to turn and flee almost gained the upper hand, but in an instant, he extinguished it with his own hands.
"kill!"
With this desperate shout, the weapon in his hand burst forth with unprecedented brilliance, the Taotie patterns seemed to come alive, and his eyes shone with a fearless spirit.
While the fear of death is human nature, there are things in this world that transcend life and death. Thinking of the lord's kindness and the principles of martial arts I uphold, choosing to live on now would truly be death!
He struck first, attacking the enemy general.
The attacks were more intense than a storm, the slashing blades of energy weaving into an impenetrable net. What filled him with despair was that these attacks, in the eyes of his opponent, were as nimble as spiderwebs that could be torn apart with a flick of the wrist.
A gentle breeze is enough to make it sway like a candle flickering in the wind.
The general's attention was completely drawn to the enemy general wielding the bronze mace, so much so that he forgot there weren't just one enemy, but two! A crimson-black hinge, like a venomous snake emerging from the shadows, coiled around his waist, and two heavy axes, connected end to end, lashed out, one above the other. It was a decapitation! It was a cleavage at the waist!
The Allied general was caught off guard and felt a chill run down his neck and abdomen.
But his will still drives the body forward.
As his head fell, he saw his torso and legs scattered not far away. He tried to shout something, but only gushing out warm, viscous blood. This blood blocked his throat, allowing him to only utter fragmented, strange gasps. As his armor dissipated into the energy of heaven and earth, his consciousness followed suit, plunging into an endless, chaotic night.
The two heavy axes were returned to their master's hands.
Zhao Wei casually flicked the blood off the knife and axe, a smug smile on his face.
Charging into battle and killing enemies is not as satisfying as snatching a head from my own hands! Zhao Feng almost didn't recognize that the person wielding a pair of giant axes as tall as a person was his own daughter.
The frustration of having a kill stolen vanished before it even surfaced.
When did you change your weapon?
As the saying goes, "Master one, master all," and the eighteen weapons also have commonalities. Most masters don't only know one weapon; they can handle other weapons quite well. However, on the battlefield, the situation changes in an instant, and generals will choose the one that is most convenient for them.
How did Zhao Wei manage to use the heavy axe?
The design, the weight, the size...
He's similar to Lu Ji.
General Lu Ji possessed superhuman strength, wielding his heavy hammer as if it were child's play, and could wield it for a whole day and night without expending much energy. Zhao Wei, however, did not have this natural advantage. Her approach was different from Lu Ji's, and her stamina was depleted much faster than his.
Zhao Wei didn't even turn her head: "When Zhi Zong beat me to it!"
Swords, spears, halberds, and daggers are more flexible and aesthetically pleasing than axes and hammers, and they are also more entertaining to use. However, their weaknesses are also obvious. When Lu Ji strikes with his hammer, those who cannot withstand it are turned into mincemeat and die instantly. Their corpses can stick to the hammer and never leave it. Swords, spears, halberds, and daggers are different. If they cannot hit a vital point to kill the enemy with one blow, the enemy can continue to fight while injured!
Zhao Wei hit the enemy, leaving him half-dead.
Lu Ji hit the enemy, and the enemy's corpse could be made into meatballs.
After much painful reflection, she made a special trip to further her studies in heavy axe techniques.
She joined the two axes together, using them as a spear, and swung them in circles. Enemies within her attack range were either minced into meat paste or torn into pieces, and dared not approach her easily. After fighting her way through the battlefield, Zhao Wei discovered a new world.
Zhao Feng: "..."
He stared at his daughter, who had turned into a spinning top on the spot, speechless for a long time.
This style of play is far too brutal.
But facing his daughter Zhao Wei, who was driven mad by rage, Zhao Feng dared not approach her easily. The heavy axes she wielded created a suction force that drew nearby enemies in; the closer they got, the stronger the suction. With the weight, speed, and martial energy amplifying them, the axes could easily cleave through shields two or three inches thick. Based on Zhao Feng's experience, once those axes were wielded at full power, even Zhao Wei herself probably wouldn't be able to stop at will. Wouldn't approaching her be asking for a beating?
They dared not approach and kept their distance to avoid being accidentally hurt.
"Stop them immediately!"
As the Allied generals were caught in a pincer movement and killed, the black dragon formed from the burning oil was finally exposed. Several hoarse military orders were given, and countless attacks began to annihilate the black dragon. Using her core strength and the surrounding environment, Zhao Wei gradually brought her heavy axe to a stop, a burning sensation spreading through her lungs, and sweat pouring from her forehead. When her gaze fell upon the scattered severed fingers and the shallow pools of blood, a smug and arrogant look appeared on her pretty, spirited face: "You only just discovered it?"
The Allied forces were furious.
The area affected by the intense fire was far too wide!
"Too late!"
The spear tip was slightly planted in the ground. The person holding the spear kicked the red tassel, and the spear swung upwards in the process, creating a visible arc of fire!
Sparks, accompanied by the shadow of the gun, converged into a golden dragon that seemed to breathe fire, and countless points of light exploded. Some of the fine, dense sparks quietly subsided in mid-air, while others stubbornly held on until the moment of impact. A spark touching flaming oil could ignite a prairie fire!
Yang Ying stepped on flames and cleaved the sea with a single shot.
The blazing flames were the most direct signal of attack.
Zhao Wei charged into the enemy ranks, her heavy axe crossed, her body concealed behind the blades. She forced her way through a hail of arrows, the arrows clanging against the axe blades. At the command, "Raise your shields to form a wall!" the shieldbearers of the second allied rank raised their shields in unison. As their morale surged, the shields coalesced into a thick wall. In the shimmering light, they seemed invincible!
Heh, indestructible?
Zhao Wei delivered a devastating Thousand-Pound Drop!
The gravity in this small space suddenly increases!
boom--
The grating metallic scraping sound assaulted everyone's eardrums, and the soldiers under the heavy shields felt an increased weight on their heads. This force clearly exceeded their expectations and their personal limits. All they could do was grit their teeth and unleash strength beyond their limits! The muscles in their legs and arms were almost bursting, and even the tiny blood vessels under their skin ruptured, leaving bruises.
Zhao Wei's attack failed to break through the shield wall, and she was met with a fierce counterattack from the army. Faced with this situation, she could only sneer, using her heavy axe to cleave a narrow passage through the rain of arrows. Before the arrows could heal, she nimbly weaved through them, escaping in the blink of an eye.
He stepped into the air, spun around, and slashed out with an axe blade.
This attack was not aimed at the main force of the Allied forces.
It landed steadily more than ten feet in front of the army formation.
This is also the closest point where the fierce fire oil is to the enemy!
puff--
The fire spread, and waves of heat swept over us.
Even from this distance, the soldiers at the front felt as if a raging fire was licking their cheeks. This heat was something that even cool rain couldn't extinguish. Meanwhile, Yang Ying, with a cold expression, set the fire. She didn't linger in battle; she turned and rejoined her own forces.
"They all perished in the flames!"
The flickering flames significantly improved visibility in the dense fog.
It also revealed the chaos and disarray of the Allied camp at that moment.
Qi Cang felt a little regretful that he wasn't by the side of the King of Qi at this moment, otherwise he really wanted to see how the other party would react to this situation.
Is he furious, or confident?
This little bit of fun paled in comparison to Zhongli Fu's. Since one cannot have both fish and bear's paw, Qi Cang had no choice but to forgo the Qi Kingdom ruler's amusement and watch Zhongli Fu's.
He wiped the rain off his face.
"Setting a fire on a rainy day? Is Kang Guo out of his mind?"
Even the biggest fire will be extinguished quickly.
Kangguo went to all that trouble with their night raid, employing so many tricks and schemes, just to set a fire while it was raining? Qi Cang couldn't understand the fundamental difference between this and taking off one's pants to fart. If Kangguo was only trying to fool the Allied forces, then he should pretend he hadn't asked this question.
Shen Tang didn't know if he was genuinely ignorant or pretending.
She elegantly held up her umbrella and rolled her eyes: "Because it's flammable oil."
Cui Mi asked, "Because water and oil are immiscible?"
Shen Tang laughed, "Yes, rainwater not only won't extinguish the fire, it will actually intensify it. The flowing water will also carry the fire elsewhere... The best tool for extinguishing a raging oil fire is still sand. If we use that method, the camp will..."
The Allied camp was completely in disarray.
The thought of the Allied forces having nowhere to stay after daybreak was utterly laughable. Qi Cang poured cold water on her enthusiasm: "It's just that the camp is destroyed, not that we're dead. We can just rebuild the camp; what's the big loss?"
Oh, and morale has been hit.
Judging from the movements, Qi Cang could conclude that Kang State's ambush forces were not numerous. To ensure secrecy and mobility, they would inevitably have to sacrifice scale. With a small scale and insufficient manpower, it would be difficult to form a military formation capable of confronting the allied forces' charge; they could only resort to flanking maneuvers.
They attack one wave and then move to another location.
They can keep harassing people as long as they don't get caught.
The advantage held by Kangguo won't last. Once the Allied forces stabilize after the initial chaotic phase, they'll be able to launch a counter-offensive. If they don't know when to stop, they might end up losing more than they gain.
Shen Tang tilted her head and smiled meaningfully.
Qi Cang: "..."
Is there anything he hasn't noticed?
Cui Mi spoke up "weakly": "In the past, raids were either aimed at killing the enemy or at sabotage. General Qi said that Kangguo sent few men, so it's clearly not the former. If it were the latter, simply destroying the camp wouldn't be enough, so there must be another purpose?"
Qi Cang: "..."
What could be the purpose of this?
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Could it be a granary?"
If it were Qi Cang, he would also like to target the enemy's logistics.
Shen Tang blinked innocently.
"General Qi asked me, how would I know?"
Qi Cang shook his head and said seriously, "The granary is not here."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a tiny orange glimmer appear in the distance. This orange glimmer was eerie and alluring, discernible even through the thick fog. Worse still, it continued to expand and spread over time.
Qi Cang lowered his voice: "...Is that a granary?"
Although he was the Grand General of Qi, and outwardly enjoyed the trust and favor of the Qi ruler, his frequent slacking off and night fishing with Shen Tang revealed that his position as Grand General was not entirely secure. Things were fine when Mei Meng was around, but after Mei Meng was ousted, the powerful clans led by Cui Zhi occupied important positions, and even Qi Cang was no longer fully aware of some information. For example, the granaries.
Before an army moves, its supplies must be ready.
When armies are on the move, the granary is the lifeline of warriors.
Qi Cang couldn't help but think of Shen Tang's achievements over the years, and suddenly felt a toothache: "That Shen guy has been fond of the tactic of undermining the enemy's strength for years. Back then he targeted Zheng Qiao's granary, and today he's targeting the Allied forces' granary... However, it seems that his plan is going to fail."
Without being reminded, Qi Cang hadn't noticed anything amiss, but once pointed out, he realized something was wrong—Gongyang Yongye and he were both in the main camp, while the top combatants under the other allies in the southwest were inferior to Qi Cang's. In that case, wouldn't the defenses at the granary be without their anchor?
Logically speaking, the safety of the granary is more important than that of the main camp!
The defenses cannot be weaker than the main camp; they will only be more stringent!
Qi Cang looked at Shen Tang with a hint of schadenfreude, and said sarcastically, "The granary is the Achilles' heel, how could it be completely unprotected? That granary might just be a trap, waiting for Kangguo to jump in!"
Jumping in would be like walking into a trap.
Shen Tang gazed at the flickering fire, a sneer forming in his mind: [A trap? The same pit that's a deadly trap for a hare is nothing more than a small ditch that an elephant can easily trample.]
Kangguo dared to jump, but the Allies probably wouldn't dare to gamble.
Qi Cang was still nagging in my ear.
"Judging from their auras, Gong Xichou and the young man with the gun are both entangled with Gongyang Yongye. With the two of them here, does Kangguo still have the military strength to resist a nineteenth-rank Guannei Marquis?" If they can't hold them off, then raiding the granary would be no different from queuing up to be reincarnated.
A sneak attack can only involve a small number of troops.
This number of troops is probably not enough.
Just as he finished speaking, a dazzling sword light shot into the sky, piercing the clouds from afar and reaching the moon. The familiar yet slightly strange aura caused Qi Cang to fall into a state of silence. He stared intently at Shen Tang, disbelieving, then looked in the direction of the granary with disbelief.
If Shen Tang were beside him...
Who was the owner of that sword energy?
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The software was suddenly hacked and all over social media, so I bought it to download and check it out.
Zhao Wei was carrying two axes like a meat grinder, and while typing, she couldn't help but hallucinate the Hidden Sword's windmill-like attacks _(:з」∠)_
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