Chapter 501: Repelling the Enemy (Part 1) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Although...
He didn't plan to go down either.
When Yu, the registrar, met Kang Shi's eyes, which were filled with unspeakable emotions, he loosened his grip slightly, trying to salvage the situation.
"Ahem, I was just a little impatient..."
With both of Wen Gong's men going off to work independently, and Kang Shi also escaping, how could his old bones possibly withstand it?
Kang Shi: "..."
He inexplicably understood Clerk Yu's feelings, so he nodded and said in a tone of "being in the same boat," "Yes, I understand."
Spending all day with a group of unconventional and violent literary figures—and specifically mentioning her own lord, she set a bad example—Kang Shi's heart had become quite strong. It even gave him a very subtle illusion.
The lord's team cannot function without Kang Jishou!
Because he was the only normal scholar with a literary mind, and the beacon of hope for a few eager and courageous martial artists!
Kang Shi even suspected that every scholar except himself was responsible for his lord's inability to recruit powerful martial artists to join him, specifically naming his lord! Tell me, which martial artist would want to go to battle naked?
Kang Shi's response warmed Yu Zhubu's heart.
Because of Yu Zi, his favorability towards Kang Shi was already high, and now it has increased even more.
In his excitement, he exclaimed "Good!" three times in a row, and then declared with boundless pride, "The two of us will join forces today to break this formation! Let's teach the Ten Crows a lesson! Ideally, we'll inflict severe pain so that they'll never dare to invade the south again!"
Kang Shi also said, "Good!"
In just a few words, the battlefield situation began to shift dramatically. Shi Wu knew that Yonggu Pass was a tough nut to crack and that it was impossible to surrender without a fight; only a complete massacre would be the end of it. But he never dreamed that their counterattack would be so swift and unexpected—the vanguard of the central army was the first to bear the brunt, feeling unprecedented pressure and the aura of death.
The left and right flanks, responsible for covering and containing the enemy, attempted to provide support, but were unexpectedly blocked and encircled by Xun Zhen's elite troops.
The spirit troops that Xun Zhen recruited through his financial power are certainly not as good as the three thousand elite heavy cavalry awakened by the border barrier, but they have an advantage that the latter cannot match: large numbers, fearlessness, and fierce fighting! As long as Xun Zhen, the leader, can hold on, even if they are seriously injured, they can quickly absorb the evil energy between heaven and earth and recover instantly, which is undeniably strong.
Furthermore—
These heroic spirits are all manifestations of the lingering resentment of soldiers who died at Yonggu Pass. Regardless of the era or country they lived in, they had only one enemy—the Ten Crows! When fighting the Ten Crows, they are naturally blessed with a powerful aura boosted by their bloodline!
This inherent resentment and hatred towards Shiwu can, to some extent, alleviate the mental burden of Xun Zhen's control.
With their flanks pinned down, the vanguard of the central army was forced to face a direct assault from three thousand elite heavy cavalry! They bore a resemblance to the heroic spirits summoned by Xun Zhen. Even severely wounded, they could regenerate within a certain range of the border barrier.
Although the restoration would require a significant drain on the nation's resources, this loss is still within an acceptable range compared to the destruction of the country and the loss of the family.
Now it's a matter of which side gives up first!
"You arrogant brat!" The vanguard of the Ten Crows Army was the main force in the siege, and naturally, there were many brave and skilled warriors among them. How could Chu Yao's grand display not alert them? Immediately, one of them, enraged, drew a longbow and gripped the bowstring to its fullest extent with four fingers.
Hundreds of arrows pierced the air with a soft hum, their target the giant dragon of literary energy that Chu Yao had transformed into.
The young scholar with a full head of gray hair snorted coldly.
The old man liked this kind of reckless martial artist the most.
He calmly leaped off the dragon's back, and with a swift movement, grabbed a lucky ten-crow soldier, replacing him as he was riddled with arrows. Before the soldier's body even hit the ground, it exploded into a bloody firework under the violent martial energy. The two giant dragons that had been attacking head-on were not spared either; they didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before shattering and scattering, merging with the fine snow falling between heaven and earth.
No one would notice this tiny detail.
But Yu, the clerk on the city wall, thought to himself, "He's even more insidious than before." You see, Chu Yao's forte wasn't [Submerging in Water and Fire], but the two incantations were similar in nature, both designed to disrupt morale.
The target was not those brave and resolute warriors with martial prowess, but the most ordinary soldiers.
Disrupting the mind can fundamentally damage the enemy's morale, causing them to lose their composure and their army to collapse. Although scholars and intellectuals can practice similar techniques, they are not proficient in them and mostly use them to assist warriors in leading troops to break through enemy lines and kill the enemy.
People as skilled and proficient as Chu Yao, with such powerful and wide-ranging destructive capabilities, are rarer than lice on a monk's head.
Registrar Yu asked him to revise it several times.
But back then, the boy, who often wore a refined smile, remained incorrigible: "How to win isn't important, what's important is winning! As long as you can win, any means are permitted! What's the difference between a martial artist killing someone and a scholar harming someone with a refined heart?"
The only difference lies in Yama's (the King of Hell's) judgment!
But that's a matter of the underworld, not the concern of the living.
So, Chu Yao plunged right in.
They're going further and further astray down this crooked path.
I'm thirty-six now...
It's probably too late to change that.
The thought that Chu Yao was also half a mentor to his granddaughter Yu Zi made Yu Zhubu's head buzz, and he had a bad feeling.
The Ten Crow generals were unaware of the danger, but their literary scholars sensed something was wrong and immediately used their spiritual powers to try to stop Chu Yao's attack. However, these "snowflakes" were strange; they could fall down unimpeded, landing on the tops of everyone's hair and shoulders.
It melts upon contact!
Countless negative emotions seeped into the cracks of my heart.
The Ten Crow Vanguard visibly began to become agitated.
Upon seeing this, Chu Jie knew that it was his childhood friend who had made the move.
He shouted in Chu Yao's direction, "Five Virtues! Five Virtues!"
Then—he watched helplessly as the aura of the "Five Virtues of a General" descended upon Zhao Feng. Old Zhao laughed heartily, as if divinely aided, charging wildly like a mad bull, slaughtering nearby enemies and leaving behind only severed limbs and corpses in his wake.
Chu Jie: "..."
He felt a little jealous.
I'm feeling down.
And so the enemy before them suffered.
He only felt a little relieved after the second [Five Virtues of a General] was delivered—he knew it! No matter how much Chu Yao disliked or had a problem with him, once they were on the battlefield, given his sense of right and wrong and the bigger picture, he wouldn't ignore him: "Wu Hui, let's kill them together!"
I felt as if I had returned to my teenage years.
All the youthful vigor of yesteryear has returned.
Chu Yao did not answer.
He appeared behind Chu Jie in the blink of an eye.
The moment it landed, it found itself on a chariot drawn by four warhorses. The chariot had a ferocious design, with a beast's head as a shield on the front and sharp blades as spikes on the sides. A warrior in armor, formed from martial energy, drove the chariot, while other warriors on either side held spears and halberds to protect it.
Another armored soldier followed behind, holding a drumstick.
Chu Yao said leisurely, "Goose shape!"
"OK!"
The martial arts soldiers transformed from martial artists are not limited to infantry wielding various weapons. As long as the commander is strong enough, they can also be equipped with warhorses and even chariots. However, chariots are limited by the terrain and have gradually been abandoned on the battlefield. Chu Jie has no interest in them. He prefers the thrill of leading his troops on horseback to charge and break through the enemy. Chariot formations are limited in speed and agility.
However, Chu Yao was very enthusiastic about it.
because--
The sound of war drums carried far.
Sound attacks, aren't they great?
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