Chapter 212: Chaotic Battle (Part 5) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Gong Xichou suspects that his confidante Mama has gone mad!
He actually dared to try to resist an army of ten thousand men with his own strength!
Why is dueling important?
Because dueling on the battlefield can demoralize the enemy and boost our own. This combination of weakening and strengthening has an immediate effect. Scattered soldiers, fighting individually, are ineffective. Any powerful warrior can easily cut through them, moving like the wind.
But once the morale of thousands of troops is united—
That will bring about a qualitative change!
Let alone fighting their way in and out, it's not easy to even escape unscathed.
But it is obvious—
At this moment, Shen Tang could no longer care about anything else.
Or perhaps she is unaware of the seriousness of the situation.
The power of words continues!
A fierce wind howled, dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared across the sky.
"ever!"
"when!"
The second half of the sentence has already revealed the fourth aspect of the power of words.
The consumption of spiritual energy not only showed no signs of weakening, but instead became increasingly frantic. Flags on the city walls were blown haphazardly by the gale, and ordinary soldiers were also blown about, unable to open their eyes.
Qi Shan cursed inwardly, determined to catch Shen Xiaolangjun and bring him in for intensive training in the fundamentals of speech, so that he would never harm anyone again.
Didn't you know that the power of words can be controlled by human intervention?
You don't have to work this hard!
Furthermore, where did Young Master Shen learn this bad habit? Every time he uses incantations far beyond his own limits. If he doesn't have the assistance of a literary master by his side one day, isn't he afraid of damaging his dantian foundation? He grumbled and complained incessantly.
As for Chu Yao?
His face remained expressionless.
It's just in my heart—
Chu Yao: [It must be that scoundrel Qi Yuanliang who misled the students!]
Because their attention was entirely focused on Shen Tang, they didn't dare blink, fearing that a single misjudgment would cost Shen Tang her life. Therefore, they couldn't afford to clear their minds. Gu Chi, who arrived at the critical moment to lend a helping hand, was fortunate enough to overhear their thoughts.
While grumbling and complaining about Young Master Shen, Qi Shan added, "It must be that scoundrel Chu Wu Hui who's been slacking off!"
Gu Chi, whose literary talent had been nearly exhausted, was speechless.
Haha, the infamous "scheming" Qi Yuanliang and Chu Wuhui, one of the three heroes of Chu State, instead of blaming each other here, why don't we all think about what to do next?
"Hundred!"
Because Gu Chi's timely assistance bought precious time, Qi Shan and Chu Yao reacted and each activated powerful incantations to assist Shen Tang. With the full support of the three strategists, coupled with Shen Tang's own literary energy, the incantation was finally successfully activated!
Shen Tang forced down the sweet, fishy taste rising in her throat.
"Ten thousand!"
The last word was uttered!
"division!"
Rumble— Rumble—
Thunder roared.
Once Shen Tang had fully charged her "Motherly Sword," she unleashed a single strike, the sword light cleaving the sky and splitting the earth as it struck the more than ten thousand soldiers beneath her feet.
The snow-white sword energy stretched across the left and right, reaching a length of a hundred feet.
At this very moment, the rebel army was also fully prepared to meet the enemy. Their long-accumulated morale coalesced into a giant shield that enveloped their tens of thousands of troops, shimmering with light! At first glance, it resembled a blazing firework! When it clashed with the sword light, the world fell silent for a moment!
No--
The only thing that was silent was the sound of everyone's ears!
The earth shook violently, the wind howled, and the deafening crash caused everyone to momentarily lose their hearing; they couldn't hear anything, as if the world had become a silent pantomime. They could only feel the ground shaking beneath their feet, and their comrades' expressions were filled with panic.
The hearing loss seemed to have lasted a long time.
It seemed to last only a breath or two.
The next instant, all the vanished sounds returned, rushing into their ears in a chaotic cacophony, making it impossible to distinguish which were their own, which were those of their comrades, and which were those of the enemy. The clash of swords and giant shields firmly held the gaze of Gong Xichou and the others.
Sizzle sizzle—
Sparks flew, and the literary and morale were severely eroded!
Finally, the seemingly undamaged giant shield, as if unable to bear the weight any longer, emitted a dull "crack." Several barely perceptible cracks extended in all directions from the point of impact! The envoy of the Pig King glanced up, his expression indifferent.
Click!
The sword light dissipated.
The cracks on the giant shield spread rapidly, covering the entire surface in the blink of an eye. It seemed on the verge of collapse, as if a single poke would shatter it completely, but ultimately it did not crack. Shen Tang could no longer hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood as her body plummeted straight down from the sky.
Before it even hit the ground, the dark green arrow was already upon it.
The strangest thing is that the arrow was about to pierce Shen Tang's body. If it hit him, he would either die or be seriously injured. But Shen Tang disappeared in that instant.
The original place still retains a literary air that does not belong to Shen Tang.
The envoy of the King of Pigs frowned slightly: "Transplantation?"
Gong Xichou seemed completely unsurprised.
He shrugged and sheathed his serpentine longbow.
This time, it wasn't that he held back; he went all out. But the presence of a highly skilled scholar lurking in the shadows allowed him to save Shen Tang at the last moment. This only proves that Shen Tang is truly blessed with good fortune and won't die anytime soon.
Those whom the King of Hell does not accept, cannot be forced upon him.
Gong Xichou conjured a double-crescent-shaped halberd in his hand, mounted on his horse, unfazed by the oncoming gale, the tip of the halberd pointing towards the Xiaocheng city gate, and calmly said: "All troops, attack the city!"
More than 10,000 rebels shouted in unison once again.
"hit!"
The rebels' morale was nearly halved, and the remaining morale was divided in two. One half transformed into thousands of streams of light that entered the bodies of each soldier, and they marched towards Xiaocheng in formation. The other half of the morale transformed into five giant catapults in the sky above the rebels!
"kill!"
Beneath Xiaocheng, the rebels hid behind the rammed car, remaining unharmed even amidst a hail of arrows. The valiant general unleashed his Tiger Tally!
For a moment, several streams of martial energy of different colors shot straight into the sky above the rebel army, scattering like raindrops everywhere. Some transformed into soldiers' armor, while others transformed into martial energy soldiers. If it was the former, the generals led their troops into battle formation; if it was the latter, the martial energy soldiers charged forward fearlessly.
On the city wall—
The soldiers fought to the death and refused to retreat!
With a series of booming sounds, the giant catapults launched massive martial energy projectiles, which slammed into the martial energy city wall, which was tens of feet high and ten feet thick. After just one round, the martial energy city wall could not withstand the pressure, and fine cracks appeared everywhere. After the second round, the cracks expanded.
The third round of slinging!
The martial spirit city wall has been completely destroyed!
The rebels had already pushed their battering rams close to the city walls.
Even if the garrison soldiers poured boiling water, burning firewood, and rolled stones and logs down, they could only stop them for a short time.
As time went by, just over fifteen minutes later, more and more rebels, carrying the fallen corpses of their comrades, drew ever closer to the ramparts.
The soldiers then dipped their arrows in excrement and fired, but still could not stop the rebels' powerful assault on the city. This was not the most desperate moment—the most desperate moment was when the already battered and patched city gates were blasted open by battering rams, and the city's defenses collapsed instantly!
"Benevolence wins over the masses, courage enables decisiveness, and strictness establishes authority!"
With the city gate defenses breached, chaos erupted within the city. The surviving garrison soldiers of Xiaocheng retreated into the city's alleyways, hoping to use the terrain to buy time for the civilians to evacuate. It was at this moment that no one noticed a force of several hundred men joining the street fighting.
The person in charge of them was Zhai Huan.
Zhai Le and Commandant Yang rushed off to fight and buy time, while Zhai Huan led several hundred garrison soldiers to infiltrate the city, evacuate the civilians, and join the defense. The city walls collapsed much faster than Zhai Huan had anticipated, and he hadn't expected that the rebels included a ruthless figure like Gong Xi Chou.
He managed to win three consecutive matches!
Fortunately, Shen Tang managed to reduce half of the morale.
Otherwise, there would be far more than five giant catapults.
Even more fortunately, once the rebels entered the city's alleyways, they were unable to maintain their formation and thus could no longer rally their morale. This situation was advantageous to their side; they might not win, but the enemy couldn't easily take over the entire Xiaocheng either! Zhai Huan reunited with his cousin and others.
"Commander Yang, what is this—"
Seeing Yang Duwei, whose breath had weakened and turned into a bloody mess, even Zhai Huan, who had seen countless big scenes, couldn't help but gasp.
Zhai Le caught his breath, laid the unconscious Commandant Yang down, and said, "Enough of that, at least he's survived..."
However, for a stubborn and arrogant person like Commander Yang, losing his courage and becoming a cripple is not a good thing. But since things have come to this, there is no point in saying more. The most important thing now is to resist the rebel army from entering the city and delay their advance as much as possible.
"Hmm." Zhai Huan turned her gaze and noticed that those who had come with Zhai Le included Qi Shan, Chu Yao, Gu Chi, Gong Shuwu, and Shen Tang, who was being half-carried on Gong Shuwu's shoulder. Shen Tang's eyes were tightly closed, her face was deathly pale, and her lips were stained with crimson.
His breathing was erratic, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes slow, sometimes rapid, as if he had suffered a severe internal injury...
Zhai Le said, "Brother Shen has suffered a backlash."
Its immense power is extraordinary.
Moreover, Brother Shen was so close to them.
But to Zhai Huan, it meant something else entirely—
Shen Tang's combat power is currently useless.
Gongshu Wuteng handed Shentang over to Qishan and the other two.
He strode forward, declaring with an air of bravado, "Let me do it! Today, let's unleash our killing spree and have a good time!"
The previous duel had stirred his blood and made him restless.
He longed to go down on the battlefield and fight Gongxi Chou to the death.
Even though he knew his strength was far inferior to this young man's, he desperately wanted to break through! For a martial artist, there was no more effective way to achieve enlightenment than through a life-or-death experience. He was determined to vent his anger completely today!
Qi Shan and Chu Yao exchanged a glance.
Chu Yao said, "I'll stay."
His literary talent is somewhat better than Qi Shan's.
Qi Shanxian took Wulang away.
Their respective tasks were decided in just a few words.
At this moment, Shen Tang slowly woke up and vomited a mouthful of blood. After vomiting the blood, her complexion actually became more rosy.
She said in a hoarse voice, "I have to stay!"
Qi Shan and Chu Yao resolutely refused: "No way!"
She was a scholar with a refined mind, not a warrior with a fierce spirit. Her body wasn't as resilient as the latter's. If she got injured, she should obediently retreat and not cause trouble because of her stubbornness! Shen Tang swallowed the metallic taste of her saliva. She couldn't even stand steadily. It was indeed not suitable for her to stay and act recklessly.
Gu Chi also chimed in, "Shen Lang, don't be willful."
Shen Tang's face was pale, and she frowned.
After a while, she could only sigh and agree, saying, "Okay, I understand... Thank you so much for your help, Mr. Gu. I will repay your kindness if I have the opportunity in the future."
Gu Chi smiled and said, "It's good that you have such a thoughtful intention, Mr. Shen."
"Xiaocheng is in dire need of help. Mr. Gu, do you have any plans?" In Gu Chi's blind spot, Shen Tang made a gesture with his hand behind his back.
Gu Chi was puzzled.
Just as I was about to answer, without warning, a sharp pain shot through my neck, and then everything spun before my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
Shen Tang's face was cold and stern.
He pointed and said, "Take this with you too!"
If you don't take it, then kill it!
(σ)σ:*☆
There shouldn't be any gaps in the story today.
The word "words" comes from Wang Wei's poem "The Old General's Journey": "He fought across three thousand miles, and his sword once faced a million soldiers."
The literal translation is: He has fought countless battles and traversed three thousand miles of battlefields, and once held off a million-strong army with a single sword.
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