Chapter 1413: Seizing the Bridge, Blowing Up the Waterway (Part 4) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
What does "disgusting" mean?
Just as Su Shiyi was about to explode in anger, he quickly reflected on the words he had just blurted out and felt nauseous. Well, it wasn't just Chu Jie; even he found the term "righteous brother" disgusting when applied to the two of them. No wonder Chu Jie was distracted and got beaten up.
"No, no, don't lose your life here."
Su Shiyilu also hoped that Chu Jie would bring back the three enemy heads.
If Chu Jie were to die by accident, well, he'd probably know what happened, and Su Shiyilu would surrender without a second thought. The outcome of the war belonged to Kangguo, but his life belonged to himself. If the situation was hopeless, he needed to protect himself.
Simply put, it means selling off soldiers other than those in the Wuzhou Army.
Su Shiyilu understood this point, Chu Jie, who had spent half his life with Su Shiyilu, understood it even better, and even enemy generals understood it.
"General Chu, are you playing with fire? Aren't you afraid that Su Shiyilu will betray you?" The leading enemy general was quite confident in his own strength. After knocking Chu Jie away with one blow, he didn't press his advantage, allowing the other two generals to block him from both sides. Taking advantage of Chu Jie's distraction, he quietly appeared and approached, his voice as sinister as a venomous snake, "Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts. How could General Chu not understand that?"
Chu Jie almost laughed out of anger at those words.
First, he openly tried to persuade Su Shiyilu to defect in front of him, but failed; now he is saying these wicked and misleading things to him. Does this person think that everyone else is stupid as pigs and only he is extremely smart? Can these words really shake his mind?
Chu Jie is aloof and taciturn to outsiders, and he disdains communicating with pigs.
When you pick up a weapon, you fight.
"Why waste your breath talking to him, brother?" one of the enemy generals spoke up. His voice was high-pitched and effeminate, like that of a eunuch, with a phlegm-grinding quality. He had a very unfamiliar accent. "I'll skin him alive, pull out his bones, and grind him into mud!"
Out of the corner of my eye, a streak of dark blue streaked through the air.
A long whip covered in serrated blades ripped through the air, twisting its way towards Chu Jie's back. The remaining general, a burly and honest-looking man, spoke with a childlike voice completely at odds with his appearance: "Uncles, your nephew wants to play with him too!"
Countless sparks exploded between the blade and the whip.
Sparks flew, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the figures of the four locked in combat appeared and disappeared amidst the cries of thousands of birds, twisting and deforming. Su Shiyilu drew air into his palm, and the dozen or so iron-gray dragons flew back from all directions, regrouping into a four-sided armor-piercing spear.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Several of the dragons had visible beads of blood hanging from their heads, along with pieces of blood-stained flesh. Clearly, this thing was quite powerful in piercing armor and injuring enemies. Just as Su Shiyilu was about to be satisfied with the effect, two streaks of light suddenly attacked, striking one after the other.
The two intended to knock Su Shiyilu into the gap between the sword pillars.
The strategist commanding the battle in Kang State had only two options: either watch Su Shiyilu be pulverized into mincemeat, or he voluntarily stopped the rotating blade pillar. Such a colossal object was difficult to stop, and even more difficult to restart after stopping. This would allow Kang State to seize the opportunity to attack from its weak point, letting its heavily armored cavalry break through the defenses and dismantle the Xuanwu Formation. Unexpectedly, Kang State chose the third option.
[A case of deception!]
Kang Shi transferred Su Shiyilu, who had almost been caught in the crossfire, to the top of the sword pillar. The latter remained expressionless throughout, seemingly having anticipated Kang Shi's intervention. Before facing the enemy again, Su Shiyilu still cast a grateful glance at Kang Shi—he admitted that he had been too arrogant before. It wasn't that literary scholars were useless, but rather that he hadn't encountered the best and didn't know the happiness of having someone to rely on.
"You dare to come back? You don't want your other ear either?"
Those dozen or so iron-gray dragons were only in the form of dragons; in essence, they were still a dozen or so spears under his control, specifically designed to break through heavy armor.
These two were on par with Su Shiyilu in terms of strength and skill. Their combined attack should have given them the upper hand, but they didn't know how to use underhanded tricks like Su Shiyilu. In addition, his armor-piercing spear had a hidden, ruthless trick. It was the result of Su Shiyilu's years of painstaking research on Chu Jie, and its power was extraordinary. The two were caught off guard and were grazed by the armor-piercing spear. Although their lives were not in danger, their ears were blown to pieces. Coincidentally, one of them lost his left ear and the other lost his right ear.
Provocation cannot deter the enemy.
It will only make the wounded beast even more enraged.
Below, on the battlefield, the clash of the two sides was a bloody mess, with severed limbs scattered everywhere, turning the entire space into a meat grinder. The Xuanwu Formation seemed indestructible, like a colossal beast standing firm in the wilderness, but a pack of jackals with greedy eyes were surrounding it, calculating where to attack, where to bite through its throat, and how to devour its prey as it fell.
The pack of jackals had a clear division of labor, with each member performing their assigned duties.
Not only do they take turns attacking, but they also know how to cover for each other, taking turns toying with the enormous creature. They are incredibly patient, watching intently for the moment their prey reveals a weakness. The moment that weakness appears, they attack in unison, working together to bite through the prey's throat and spine!
If this situation continues, our morale will decline faster than the enemy's. The Xuanwu Formation is strong defensively, but once breached, it easily leads to a predicament where we can't coordinate our forces effectively, resulting in unbalanced command. Kang Shi is not Qin Li; Qin Shaoshi didn't need to use signal flags to communicate with different areas when commanding troops on the front lines, but Kang Shi does. As everyone knows, adding an extra step reduces the overall response speed, and the coordination of large-scale offensive and defensive operations relies more heavily on teamwork and the speed of troop execution.
In terms of scheduling efficiency, Kangshi was no match for the enemy.
He looked down at the "spider webs" that covered the entire battlefield.
He multitasked, dedicating a portion of his attention to analyzing the function of these puppet spider silks. Undoubtedly, they were the "medium" for efficiently transmitting commands. Disrupting the "medium" would disrupt the enemy's ability to issue military orders. However, these "spider silks" only appeared light and easy to attach to a bamboo pole; in reality, they were far from simple.
These "spider webs" are not physical entities.
This can be seen from the fact that Chu Jie and Su Shiyilu were engaged in fierce battles with their respective enemies, darting around in the sky without affecting the enemy literati's command. Ordinary external forces were ineffective, and Kang Shi also tried to destroy them using his incantations, but it was still a futile effort.
In a flash, he thought of Chu Yao.
He uttered softly, "Heaven and earth are the game, and all living beings are the gamblers!"
As he finished speaking, the nascent literary palace within his dantian poured forth like boiling water. With a wave of his arm and sleeve, thirty-two increasingly ornate and intricate pure gold giant ivory plaques flew out one by one.
A total of 227 points.
They were arranged in order, high above the Xuanwu Formation.
Three other dice were placed around Kang Shi.
Seeing Kang Shi make such a grand spectacle, Chu Jie knew he was about to squander Lord Shen Tang's fortune again. Before Kang Shi perfected his scholarly path, he would have been more restrained in using Shen Tang's fortune, knowing to be careful. But since passing the perfection ceremony, he's been spending Shen Tang's black fortune card like a spendthrift, buying things extravagantly. He's not afraid of going on shopping sprees, even extending the installment payment period.
Xun Zhen can overdraft the emperor's bank card without limit, so why can't he overdraft his luck card? They are both favored ministers, so who is worse than whom?
As long as the installment period is long enough, the ruler cannot be killed.
This method proved to be effective, and Shen Tang remained alive and kicking for over ten years despite being attacked from both sides by so many scoundrels.
The scale of the operation was so large that the enemy couldn't ignore it.
The two enemy commanders, both scholars, had different expressions.
One person was quite interested, while the other was wary and on guard.
At the outset of war preparations, intelligence on capable ministers and renowned generals of the Kang Kingdom was distributed to various regions, detailing each individual's strength. Kang Shi, as one of the most active scholars on the battlefield, naturally received this intelligence on his scholarly practices. However, much of this intelligence was based on analysis and speculation; only firsthand observation could reveal its truth: "All show and no substance."
The wary person relaxed after just one glance.
Another person said, "This boy is nothing to fear."
These "puppet spider silks" are not ordinary creations of spiritual power; they have no physical form, and therefore cannot be severed. For Kang Shi to go to such lengths to burn them was simply wishful thinking.
Kang Shi was not a "fool".
On the contrary, he was perfectly clear-headed.
Since the enemy can use this medium to transmit combat orders to all soldiers, can't he also take advantage of the chaos and occasionally insert some disruptive or erroneous military orders? He didn't come to destroy this family; he came to join it.
"Tsk, just as I thought."
If [Sound Transmission] is like a one-on-one private chat, then the enemy's Scholar's Way is equivalent to a one-time mass private chat.
In essence, they all involve the skillful use of literary style and the power of words.
The essence remains the same despite all the changes.
That being said, this is, after all, the way of the scholars, with a higher level of secrecy than ordinary [secret telepathy], and it's not something Kang Shi can join at will. There's only one chance—once the enemy discovers the scholarly way is being disrupted, they won't be foolish enough to let Kang Shi continue to exploit loopholes. They'll strike hard!
This opportunity will come soon.
Chu Jie's battle with the three enemy generals has reached a fever pitch.
Three against one, and the enemy was stronger than them, yet Chu Jie was defeated in just a few rounds, surprising his opponents. Despite the uncle and nephew's arrogant words, they were anything but careless in their actions. The fact that even with such coordinated efforts, they couldn't take Chu Jie's head was truly beyond their comprehension. Just as the intelligence had described, Chu Jie grew stronger with each battle; they had no idea where his confidence came from…
Chu Jie was injured, and none of the three of them managed to escape unscathed.
So he then used feigned attempts to appease Chu Jie, saying, "...General, with such a strong and unyielding spirit, you will surely become a high-ranking general in the future. You should cherish yourself and save your life for the future. Wouldn't it be a pity to die at our hands?"
Chu Jie still couldn't be bothered to say a word to the other party.
His martial spirit means "fight to the death and never retreat."
Once on the battlefield, upon hearing the bugle call and drawing your sword, there is no turning back. It's either your own death on the battlefield, or the enemy's. Between friend and foe, there is no winner or loser, only life and death!
In the midst of the fierce battle, Chu Jie's left arm gauntlet shattered and was destroyed, revealing a strong and powerful half of his bronze arm. His rock-hard muscles were bulging to their limit, stretching the skin so much that it seemed almost translucent and about to burst. Four swimming golden dragon patterns were wrapped around the front of his arm.
Each dragon pattern exudes a chilling and menacing aura.
"Die—"
The golden dragon fangs, biting the enemy general's arms, swooped down from the sky onto the battlefield like a meteor falling to earth. The pheasant feathers on the enemy general's helmet spontaneously combusted without fire. At that moment, the Xuanwu formation's tortoise shell below also flipped over in a flash, revealing a belly covered with blades.
"Brother/Uncle!" The two hadn't expected Chu Jie's attack to be so much stronger than before! It surpassed their brother's/uncle's full-force attack and far exceeded the intelligence provided by the Allied forces! Without hesitation, they chose to pursue.
But how could their speed possibly keep up with the speed of their fall?
Thud—
The moment the enemy general collided with the blade's teeth, the shockwave sent both of them off balance, unaware that the King of Hell had already silently issued a death warrant. A fifth golden dragon pattern silently appeared on Chu Jie's arm, and a golden blade shadow swept across the heavens and earth, its force descending with overwhelming power!
"No--"
The enemy general's internal organs were crushed and displaced by the shockwave, his protective martial energy shattered inch by inch, his armor tore open revealing his shirt, and his wounds were raw and bleeding, with two deep cuts exposing bone. Below, blades gnawed at his armor, as if trying to rip him apart. But they were no match for the general's flesh; he was shattered alive by the general's martial energy, allowing him to escape. Before the feeling of surviving the ordeal could even fully register, he looked up and saw a golden light slice a familiar figure in half at the waist.
Two pieces of corpse, with intestines hanging from them, fell from the sky.
The second figure was too close to the center of the blade's force and was jolted awake, his blood churning and his body stiffening for a moment. But that moment was enough to determine life or death. The outcome was a fatal blow to the heart, leaving him with his eyes wide open in death.
His attempt to stop them only resulted in his nephew's violent death.
"The sixth one is for you!"
The next instant, Chu Jie, bleeding from all seven orifices, charged straight at him.
A blinding golden light illuminated the battlefield, and a righteous aura swept through every corner. A ray of golden light severed his body in two, the line dividing his brow. Even in his dying moments, the general's eyes remained wide open. He couldn't understand one thing: Chu Jie's cultivation level was clearly weaker than his own, so why was Chu Jie's attack that killed his brothers and nephews a half-step into the Chehou realm, and why was his attack that killed him even stronger than the full power of a Chehou?
The battlefield changes too quickly.
No one expected that Chu Jie, who had just been being relentlessly attacked, would turn the tide with just three strikes. His speed was so fast that the enemy strategists didn't even have time to react… Is this reasonable?
Su Shiyilu said, "What's unreasonable about this?"
Chu Jie's freakish "fight to the death" mentality is exactly like that—he doesn't fight protracted battles, prefers quick victories, and grows stronger with each fight. It's either the enemy or he. Don't think new opponents are undefendable; even his old rival, Su Shiyilu, has suffered losses against him repeatedly.
"Damn, he's still so awesome!"
The two generals fighting Su Shiyi quickly exchanged glances.
One man thrust his spear diagonally upwards, catching Su Shiyilu with all his might, while the other leaped down, his target being the exhausted Chu Jie. At this point, as long as Chu Jie died, morale could be preserved. Su Shiyilu, a beat too slow, realized their scheme.
He caught the spear thrusting at his face with his bare hands, and with a flick of his wrist, the four-sided armor-piercing spear transformed back into a dozen dragons, chasing after the enemy general like shooting stars. Let alone a full-force attack, even a lowly soldier could easily take down Chu Jie at this moment. But how could he easily match the speed of this burst of power? Man and spear became one, and a single strike pierced his heart.
The flesh and blood were blown into a cloud of blood mist.
The iron-gray metallic dragons that followed closely behind descended in droves.
The enemy general used his long spear to twist his hips and spin around, delivering a sweeping blow with several clanging sounds, retreating as he fought. Having succeeded, he didn't linger, stomping his foot to rise into the air again, turning to attack Su Shiyilu. Su Shiyilu, now fighting unarmed and having witnessed Chu Jie's death, lost his composure and was caught off guard, taking a solid beating from the enemy's pincer attack.
He couldn't believe it: "The one surnamed Chu!"
Damn, he just died like that?
Below, the familiar voice coughing up blood could be heard: "Are you summoning the soul?"
Su Shiyilu: "..."
He realized that someone had rescued Chu Jie first, and the only one capable of doing so now was Kang Shi. Su Shiyi swallowed hard, reflecting again on where he had gotten the audacity to be so arrogant back then.
Kang Jishou, that plague god is really reliable!
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The Central War shouldn't take more than a month in real time?
Based on the calculations, Wang Tangmei should be able to exceed the target.
(End of this chapter)
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