Chapter 1429: Seizing the Bridge, Blowing Up the Waterway (Part 20) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"It's not that I look down on your Kang Kingdom..." The mage glanced at the sword and ruler in Bei Qiu's hand, making sure Bei Qiu didn't intend to swing them at him, but instead raised an eyebrow to signal him to continue, before continuing, "It's that the Central Allied Forces have a deep foundation, unimaginable to ordinary forces. Just calling for reinforcements—"
The monk made a gesture as if he were ringing a bell.
He lowered his voice: "Do you know how many connections I've built over the past hundred years?"
Bei Qiu scoffed, thinking the old monk was about to launch into some grand discourse, but it turned out to be the same old thing over and over again.
Seeing her disbelief, the monk chuckled, "Young lady, do you think the connections I'm talking about are one in a hundred or one in a thousand? No, they're the ones that survived the fierce competition, the rarest talents, one in ten thousand. An ordinary county has tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of people; even one in ten thousand would be a dozen or so. How many generations have passed in these two hundred years? Even those who survived are enough to give Kangguo a run for its money. I alone know quite a few. I can't guarantee they'll all get involved, but..."
Bei Qiu said coldly, "So what?"
The woman's eyes carried the authority and pressure of someone in a superior position.
As a Mohist woman who prefers to immerse herself in her studies, her personality is introverted, just like most Mohists. However, she is also the Grand Master of the Imperial Workshop, the true leader of the Mohist school besides the Grand Master of Glory, and a third-rank official in the imperial court. How could she not have official authority? If she cannot develop her own edge and gain a foothold in the treacherous imperial court, how can the other Mohists revitalize the Mohist school with peace of mind?
Bei Qiu rarely uses his imposing manner to intimidate people.
She said coldly, "The old mage was a talent chosen from among thousands, yet he still became a prisoner. Since our lord is the chosen one, no matter how much sand there is, it is just the foundation stone for the great road. The more the better."
Only with a solid foundation can a towering building stand tall.
Although the monk did not answer, his subconsciously stunned gaze said it all. He was shocked by the young man's arrogant tone: "He doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, he really doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth."
He wasn't angry; instead, he felt a sense of melancholy and wistfulness.
"It's precisely because I don't know that I want to take the test." Bei Qiu's features aren't the type to be stunning at first glance; they appear plain at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they possess a unique heroic spirit, which is something the older generation tends to prefer in terms of appearance. She's not particularly aggressive, but once she gets serious, she's as stubborn as a mule that can't be swayed.
The monk patted his thighs, which were a little sore from squatting.
A strange feeling of bitterness welled up in my heart.
He remembered hearing his superiors reminisce about the old days when he was young, especially when they were drunk, as they would often repeat those old stories over and over again. After a while, the monk could recite them by heart.
He can smoothly continue the conversation after his superior has spoken a passage.
At the time, he only thought the old hero loved to reminisce about his past glories, and since he hadn't achieved anything now, he could only keep rehashing leftovers. Later, he retired from the military, converted to Buddhism, and spent his days gazing at the Buddha on a lotus throne, silently reciting scriptures. He gained a different understanding of his superior's actions. But today, watching a young man of similar age to his prime speak of lofty ambitions…
Isn't the higher-ups also mourning the broken spirit?
The monk was filled with mixed emotions.
"Why--"
He habitually tried to calm himself by reciting a couple of sutras while holding his prayer beads, but a strong force yanked him up by the back of his collar, nearly causing him to stumble and tumble forward. He was forced to follow the Kang Kingdom's surprise attack. He turned his head to look up at Bei Qiu's arm and exclaimed, "Your strength is truly impressive!"
Bei Qiu is definitely among the tallest women, but she's shorter than other female martial artists, and not particularly burly. Her arms don't look thick, but strangely, her arm strength is close to 300 jin (150 kg). Don't ask the mage how he knows this; he almost weighs over 300 jin himself, and just now, Bei Qiu lifted him off the ground by the feet. Isn't that arm strength terrifying?
The key point is that the monk didn't sense any fluctuations in her aura.
In other words, this arm strength wasn't enhanced by any external energy; it relied purely on her physical constitution. Given this physique, and in a special battlefield where external energy is restricted, wouldn't a casual swing of her sword-ruler shatter a person into pieces?
Bei Qiu asked, "What arm strength?"
She suspected that the old monk was mocking her.
As far as she knew, even a high-level martial artist like Yun Ce, who didn't follow the path of strength, could easily lift a heavy cauldron with one hand. The old monk's physique was clearly linked to his strength, and his strength was only high, not low.
Just as the mage was about to answer, the heavy shield in front of him was suddenly struck by a tremendous force. Several shield-bearing soldiers lowered their center of gravity, rooted themselves to the ground, and managed to withstand the impact. Even so, the residual wind and sand left several visible red marks on his face.
He raised his hand to touch his face; it was sticky, warm blood mixed with ash.
Not far away, a bright red light burst forth.
The ground beneath my feet trembled with a thud.
A colossal object was charging straight towards them, the ground tremors caused by it. The moment it appeared, the mage recognized his former temporary colleague. He hurriedly said, "Summon General Yun back!"
Bei Qiu shook off his hand: "No need!"
He shouted loudly, "Mo family members, form ranks!"
Almost simultaneously, hundreds of non-aggressive lights burst forth, some from the sky, some from the ground, and some from all directions, weaving a net across the path of that creature. With a loud bang, the massive shockwave from the collision caused the mage's eardrums to ring, and billowing dust surged from the center of the impact, completely plunging the already low-visibility battlefield into complete darkness.
Non-aggression not only hurts people when it hits them, but it's also very effective at trapping them.
After the restrictions are completely lifted, the sword ruler can reach a thickness of over ten feet and a height of three feet. Its material is also special; it is not a common metal such as gold, silver, copper, or iron. It is not only hard but also has excellent ductility and toughness.
Because the non-aggressive weapon is not sharpened, it cannot cut and injure the enemy like a regular sharpened weapon. Yun Ce suggested that the Mohists could use the non-aggressive weapon as a hammer or mace, and that as long as they could kill someone with it, they would consider it a victory.
He also personally tried it out.
The conclusion is that this thing is indeed difficult to break.
Even he, once trapped, could not easily escape.
Bei Qiu didn't know the level of the enemy who had attacked, but she knew that trapping them was a success. In fact, the effect was much better than she had expected: "Strange, why is there no movement from within the formation?"
The monk asked, "Are you dizzy?"
Due to the special nature of the battlefield, such a powerful force would be fine if it could break through the sword and ruler in one go, but if it couldn't, it would easily be countered.
The amount of force applied when the force is applied determines the amount of recoil that returns.
His former temporary colleague, the Martial Warrior Totem, was truly formidable. He possessed a broad head with two silver-white metallic horns, strong limbs clad in armor weighing hundreds of kilograms, and a shoulder height exceeding ten feet. When running, he could unleash terrifying force, his horns easily shattering shields and armor.
Bei Qiu: "..."
She raised her hand and formed a hand seal, carefully sensing the interior of the formation.
A sense of crisis suddenly surged into her heart. A scorching white wave erupted from the war bull in the formation, and the crimson flames distorted the air, seemingly melting even the swords and rulers. She decisively transferred some people away, leaving some buffer space, and while lifting the encirclement, she also sent a warning to Yun Ce.
"Yun Ce, we have a job to do!"
Without the sword and ruler to block it, flames shot into the sky.
Before they could even break out of the buffer zone, a white figure returned from the horizon, brandishing a silver spear that unleashed a dozen piercing ice dragons, swirling with snow and ice as they hurtled towards the flames. The two collided, creating billowing steam, the flowing flames frosting over, and the spear's shadow aimed straight for the target's vitals.
The mage clapped his hands and exclaimed, "What elegant spearmanship!"
With so many restrictions in this cramped place, it's amazing that such a visually stunning spectacle could be created. Who wouldn't be captivated by it?
"Our old superior wasn't lying after all!"
The enemy had complained more than once that Yun Da was like a peacock displaying its tail feathers; while others fought desperately, he seemed to be courting, his moves flashy and incredibly chilling, leaving his lieutenants unable to offer any help. Who would dare to help? It was a contest of who would freeze to death first, the enemy or them! It is said that during his campaigns, many generals were attracted by Yun Da's display of his tail feathers and were so eager to offer themselves to him.
[He looks cool, handsome, charming, and energetic!]
[That look in his eyes, like he was looking at a dog, sent chills down your spine.]
[A footstep on it, and ice and fire mingle, leaving you surrounded by snow!]
Yun Ce in front of me should be about ready.
The monk didn't know how those people viewed Yun Da a hundred years ago, but he quite liked Yun Ce. If Yun Ce didn't have a family, he could send him a few descendants, perhaps that could change the generation after generation's ugly appearance and incompetent talent.
The two large bull horns were frozen solid, and chains made of ice and snow bound the bull's limbs and neck. With a shout from Yun Ce, the chains tightened continuously, and the war bull resisted with all its might, its nose occasionally emitting angry breaths.
Yun Ce thrust his spear straight at the cow's back.
"You brat, stop being so arrogant!"
A beam of aquamarine light shot from the direction of the stone fortress, narrowly deflecting Yun Ce's spear thrust. Taking advantage of the moment when Yun Ce's control weakened, the war bull suddenly unleashed its full strength and broke free from its restraints. Ice shards were blasted away by the shockwave, and the bull was also injured in its internal organs by the recoil, with beads of blood rolling out from under its skin.
As the owner of the aquamarine light arrived, the War Bull transformed, reverting from its Martial Courage Totem state back to human form. This man was panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot, his aura locked tightly on Yun Ce.
"What an arrogant brat!"
"Hmph, all show and no substance."
Yun Ce's expression beneath his mask became more serious.
Although these two were weaker than him, this battlefield was truly strange, capable of maximizing the narrowing of the gap between high-level martial artists. Fortunately, he had adopted a balanced approach of both strength and flexibility; otherwise, in this two-on-one situation, Yun Ce really couldn't guarantee he would have much of an advantage.
The monk said, "Benefactor, please release the restrictions placed upon me."
He added, "General Yun is likely to suffer a great loss in a two-on-one fight!"
He planned to negotiate with Bei Qiu and discuss the matter.
The next second, a huge black object burst out of the ground, its boom swinging with great force, and smashed down on the two of them with a loud thud.
The two men, still harboring contempt, even used their arms to push against each other.
As a result, he was slammed away by the rapidly spinning boom and stick, rolling on the ground more than ten times before he could barely stop rolling by stabbing his sword into the ground. Bei Qiu: "Who said it was two against one?"
Don't underestimate the Mo family's excavators!
Especially in situations where the flow of energy is restricted, an excavator, if swung around in a wide arc, can still smash people until they see stars, right?
Bei Qiu casually grabbed the mage and said, "Run him over!"
Guided by the frost fragments on the ground, they once again solidified into a dragon-patterned spear in Yun Ce's palm. His resolute eyes locked onto the two enemies. He said, "These two bastards, I'll deal with them!"
The young military officer's voice was cold.
The contempt in his words instantly enraged the enemy general.
The monk braved the strong wind to get a better look, and sure enough, he saw the contemptuous coldness in the young general's eyes, as if he were looking at an ant. He gradually came to his senses and clicked his tongue, saying, "These two old bastards must be having a good time."
Bei Qiu: "What?"
The monk shrank back, trying to stay close to the driver's seat: "It's nothing. This old monk thinks General Yun would be quite suitable to be my grandson-in-law."
With a loud bang, the earth shook violently.
The towering flames scorched the thick fog, causing it to disperse.
The commotion came from the main battlefield of Shibao.
Explosions echoed across the battlefield, flames billowed across the long bridge, and the soldiers, eager to be the first to scale the walls and slay enemy generals, stepped onto the iron chains. While dodging attacks, they occasionally pulled round black balls from their specially made backpacks. The magnetic fields of the mineral veins on either side of the battlefield differed; if thrown from their own lines, these objects would be compressed and detonated mid-air, but their effect was different once they entered the magnetic field of the long bridge.
Shen Tang took the lead and pierced the clouds with a single spear thrust.
The gunshot sent sparks flying, and with four or five sharp thuds, it pierced through the charging enemy soldier in one go. She flashed behind the human-shaped candied hawthorn, raised her hand, and grabbed the gun.
"Light as a bird in flight, swift as a gun, a thousand shouts echo."
With a light step on the chain, they reached the shore in an instant.
Shen Tang hadn't concealed his identity in this battle, and having fought the first engagement, it was practically an open secret. Now, daring to charge into battle under heavy fire and risk his life, how could the allied generals not be delighted?
Flames erupted, and armored vehicles rolled over them.
As long as Shen Youli is killed, this battle will be won.
"We will all go together and capture this boy!"
At his command, not a single person said that the victory was unfair.
Even a layabout like Gongyang Yongye was getting excited, staring wide-eyed and saying things like "the courage of a reckless man," while his hands itched to grab something and chop off a few heads to relieve the urge: "Aren't you going to stop her? Just let her run wild?"
It's one thing for Qi Shan and the others to be bad, after all they are young people. They are learning bad things from Shen Tang. Isn't Wei Lou supposed to be a master from a hundred years ago?
Do you not know how dangerous it is to be the first to charge and kill the enemy general?
Little did they know, Wei Lou's eyes were gleaming.
He looked radiant, his spine even straighter than before: "Shen Jun truly has the spirit of his former master."
Wasn't what he admired most back then the chivalrous spirit of the late lord? Fearless of heaven and earth, fearless of ghosts and gods, if there is injustice in the world, then use the swords and spears in his hand to fight for justice!
All those clay sculptures in the temples should be removed!
Ha, praying to gods and Buddhas?
[You might as well kneel before me!]
Ah, if it weren't for what happened later...
Why did things come to this with Wei Lou and him?
Gu Chi's forehead veins throbbed upon hearing this.
What is the status of the King of Wu? What is the status of my own lord? The former has to bow respectfully to the latter. What do you mean by saying that my lord has the legacy of the King of Wu? Wei Lou is simply turning the tables on the heavens!
In a flash, Gongyang Yongye took the lead.
The Hundred Ghosts Slaying Horse-Slaying Blade gleamed with light; with sheer physical strength and the blade's sharpness, it could instantly decapitate a person, with limbs constantly falling from the iron chain bridge. Gongyang Yongye appeared slow, but each step he took was extremely steady.
"Who dares to fight me?"
The roars of tigers and the cries of dragons echoed across the battlefield.
The monk was jolted out of the driver's seat, but scrambled back in. The familiar challenge made his ears tingle, and he picked at his ear with his little finger: "Tsk, the stomach-nourishing one has finally stood up for once."
Wow, you do sit-ups so frequently!
乛乛
Sigh, the Zhejiang tax authorities have let me down.
In the past, tax refunds were processed on the 6th after applying on the 1st, so I (Xianggu) started spending recklessly at the beginning of the month, and by the 6th, I only had a little over 300 yuan left in my account. I've barely survived until today on that 300 yuan, sob sob. I'm not waiting for the refund anymore; I'll get my royalties tomorrow, which will give me another lifeline. Zhejiang Tax Bureau has let me down; they betrayed my trust of so many years.
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