Apart from Yang Ying, the rest of her night patrol team were ordinary soldiers. The enemy general merely flicked his blade, and several soldiers were decapitated. Yang Ying tried to defend herself with her weapon, but was also thrown from her horse by the impact, her blood rushing to her head.
She channeled her martial energy into the halberd and kicked it.
The weapon, seemingly weightless in her hand, struck the charging enemies like a boulder weighing hundreds of pounds, sending several flying backward and narrowly saving two soldiers. The next instant, a blade flashed through the air, aimed straight for her face.
With such a powerful momentum, they were determined to kill Yang Ying.
In a flash, Yang Ying drew in a gust of wind with her palm, causing her halberd to spin back, its blade aimed precisely at the enemy general's back. Simultaneously, she pushed off the ground and retreated explosively. She gambled that the enemy general wouldn't dare trade injury for death, and as she expected, the general dodged to the side, causing the blade to deviate, but the resulting energy still grazed Yang Ying's brow bone, leaving a red mark. Thankfully, her head remained intact, her body still connected.
"A mere grain of rice dares to court death?"
He spoke frivolously, not taking Yang Ying seriously, but being exposed and provoked by force angered him.
Then came several more screams.
Yang Ying glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her eyes widened in fury, and her blood boiled.
The soldiers they had just rescued were brutally killed by a hail of knives.
Not a single corpse was intact!
The enemy's main force continued to advance towards the camp.
The area was still some distance from the camp, and the sounds of the brief battle wouldn't have carried far. The warning arrow was in her hand; the enemy wouldn't give her a chance to fire it. Seeing the approaching enemies, Yang Ying gritted her teeth—Kill!
Killing one is no loss, killing two breaks even!
result--
Before Yang Ying could even charge into the enemy ranks, several sharpened logs emerged from the ground beneath their feet with a series of soft, popping sounds. Each log was over ten feet tall. Enemy soldiers with martial arts defenses reacted quickly, immediately hacking at the logs with their weapons, but the ordinary soldiers fared much worse. Most of them wore straw sandals, and the sudden appearance of the logs pierced their feet or impaled them, leaving them standing high on the ground. Warm blood flowed down the logs, dampening the soil and mingling with the blood of the night patrol soldiers.
Immediately following, a stream of literary energy landed on Yang Ying.
The breathing in my chest instantly became smooth.
"You're playing tricks, come out here!"
The enemy general's sword shot out in one direction.
With a soft "plop," it turned out to be a piece of wood.
Yang Ying swept his halberd horizontally, and the powerful shockwave knocked away all the enemy soldiers who surrounded him. Seizing the moment, he conjured a longbow and whistling arrow.
The enemy general, with sharp eyes, spotted Yang Ying's movement. Ignoring the lurking scholar Wenxin, he conjured a weapon and unleashed a deadly slash at Yang Ying. The ten-foot-long blade whistled, leaving a deep trench in its path, shredding the wooden stakes in its way to dust. If nothing unexpected happened, this would be Yang Ying's fate in the blink of an eye! He would explode into a cloud of blood mist!
As expected, another unexpected incident occurred.
One after another, cultural barriers rose from the ground.
The power of the sword energy was gradually weakened.
When it reached Yang Ying's nose, only a wisp of wind carrying a metallic scent remained, and at that moment her fingers loosened, and the whistle arrow shot into the sky!
The blinding white light appeared briefly and then vanished in an instant.
Pierce through tonight's fog with overwhelming force!
Only after the warning arrows were fired did Yang Ying finally breathe a sigh of relief. Regardless of victory or defeat, life or death, at least the warning had been sent out, and dying here wouldn't be shameful. And what about the enemy general's face, almost blending into the night?
Hehe, nobody cares.
"court death!"
The enemy general was thoroughly enraged.
The attack was so powerful that Yang Ying was completely unable to resist it.
result--
The wooden stakes were shattered into dust. Seeing the scholarly aura dispersed by the sword energy, the enemy general's forehead veins nearly burst.
Meanwhile, several hundred feet away.
Yang Ying carried Yu Zi and ran towards the camp from another direction.
The latter was exhausted, his face weak and pale.
"Why are you here?" Yang Ying had seen Yu Zi before, but the two had only exchanged a few words, both about official business, and had no contact on ordinary days. After being separated by the [Transplant] technique, she recognized the other person as the scholar who had saved her.
Yu Zi snorted, "Because this area is under the jurisdiction of Military Advisor Kang."
Yang Ying: "..."
She didn't understand the necessary connection between the two sentences.
Yu Zi couldn't explain it clearly in a short time, so she said, "Just remember that once you get involved with Military Advisor Kang, you have to be extra careful when you go on missions, because you never know when you might be in danger of being killed!"
We've learned our lesson too many times.
Yu Zi even summarized a set of experiences.
Knowing that she was once again assigned to be a scribe under Kang Shi, one can imagine her feelings. At midday, her lord ordered the entire camp to be on high alert, guarding against a night attack. She had a vague premonition that the night attack was a sure thing; she could even guess the enemy's attack route. Her blatant disdain infuriated Kang Shi. To prove her guess, Yu Zi ran out in the middle of the night.
Oh, she didn't run away alone.
She also brought along her own personal scouts.
The scout's black owl, a symbol of courage, circled in the night sky. Its color blended perfectly with the heavens, and its high altitude made it difficult to spot. Just as they were on their second patrol, news arrived that something had happened, and Yu Zi rushed to provide backup.
You can't win a fight, but you can run away.
The wooden stakes used to kill people were barricades.
Used to kill the enemy and buy time.
Several layers of spiritual energy barriers, plus a single instance of "Transplantation," completely drained the spiritual energy from her dantian, forcing Yang Ying to carry her. Fortunately, the pursuers didn't catch up, and the two were temporarily safe. Yang Ying's face was covered in blood. She placed Yu Zi in a safe place, not far from the camp. With her spiritual energy exhausted, Yu Zi was powerless to protect herself; returning to the camp would only be dangerous.
"where did you go?"
Yang Ying said, "Go back and kill a few more!"
Yu Zi thought Yang Ying was worried about the safety of the camp, and said, "You are also injured, and you won't be of much help if you go back. You might as well rest and recuperate first. There is Military Advisor Kang on the camp's defense line... Although he is unlucky, he is not weak."
Suppressing her anger, Yang Ying said, "I'm going to kill someone!"
Those nineteen night patrol soldiers were all under her command.
How can one not hate someone who has died like this?
However, Yang Ying hated herself even more.
If she hadn't overestimated herself, nor underestimated the enemy, and hadn't struck first, alerting them, but instead waited for the enemy to pass before firing the whistle and leading her men back to reinforce, perhaps nineteen lives wouldn't have been lost. This was her mistake; she is guilty!
Yu Zi was frightened by Yang Ying's bloodshot and terrifying eyes.
"Then you...may your martial arts prowess flourish..."
Yang Ying raised her hand to wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes: "Thank you!"
Having said that, he picked up his weapon and whistled to summon his warhorse.
She leaped onto the fully armed warhorse.
The murderous intent surging through her chest made her head throb.
Only one thought remained—
kill!
Yang Ying's warning arrow was timely, and Shen Tang's side was well-prepared and on high alert, with multiple layers of defense. Their thorough preparations made the enemy who launched the night raid suspect that there was a traitor in their own ranks, waiting for them to walk into their trap.
Flames soared into the sky from the camp, and the light of martial energy shone brightly.
Everyone has their own task.
Only Shen Tang, the lord, is free.
In other words, she can do whatever she wants. But this time, she's not planning to do anything reckless until a formidable enemy appears.
Firstly, she is the lord, commanding the central army.
Secondly, she is the lord, so she shouldn't steal military merits.
"Has the distress call been sent out?" Shen Tang looked at the rising flames in the distance, her right hand resting on the hilt of the Mother's Sword. She seemed confident and assured, but in reality, she was preparing to unleash a ferocious beast at any moment. "Is there anyone nearby willing to respond?"
Chu Yao stood behind her.
"Those camps are not making any moves for the time being."
The first wave of a night raid is usually the fiercest, and her side bore the brunt of the fire. If they hadn't been prepared and had been caught off guard, the camp would already be engulfed in flames. Shen Tang sneered, her words dripping with sarcasm, "It will take time for them to get here. Let's wait a bit longer. I'm sure some of our allies will crawl over, even if they have to."
Chu Yao did not respond.
Shen Tang: "Has the garrison commander of Chaoli Pass come tonight?"
Chu Yao: "Even if they come, they won't be here."
They still didn't know the identity of the garrison commander of Chaoli Pass, and the scouts hadn't been able to gather any information. All they knew was that when the allied forces were heading to Xingyang Road to join forces, Zheng Qiao had temporarily brought in a brave martial artist who even made a bold statement, vowing to annihilate the allied forces there.
To dare to make such bold claims, one must possess considerable strength.
I just don't know their exact strength.
If they come tonight, it will be good to test their strength.
Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.
Gu Ren's camp was also affected by the aftermath.
The enemy breached the camp gate, destroyed the watchtowers on both sides, and burned more than a dozen tents, like a sharp knife attempting to pierce the heart of the camp. Tonight, thick fog and strong winds will further fan the flames; if not stopped, the fires will spread uncontrollably…
The consequences would be unimaginable.
The enemy general in charge of this route carved a bloody path through the enemy's defenses.
Finally, they were stopped by someone.
The man blocking his way was a long-haired man. Although he was an adult, his mind hadn't fully caught up with his age, giving him an air that was somewhere between a boy and a young man. This air made people misjudge his age. The enemy general sensed the faint martial aura emanating from the man, judging his strength based on this, and remained completely unafraid. He drew his sword, intending to kill him with a single blow.
Unexpectedly, the blade fell into the man's hand.
His hands are exceptionally beautiful.
The armor and scale-patterned gauntlets are also exquisite.
With just two fingers, he shattered the blade's energy and imprisoned the blade.
The enemy general was terrified. Before he could react, the man had already kicked him in the chest. The force of the kick was as heavy as a mountain. Even through the thick armor, he could hear the crisp sound of his ribs breaking. The man and his armor, weighing over three hundred pounds, were sent flying backwards into the air. Before he even reached the top, the man's face suddenly appeared in front of him.
The armored scales and gauntlets magnified before his eyes.
His left cheek was hit with the same heavy blow.
It actually shattered the martial energy he had gathered.
With a loud bang!
The heavy object fell to the ground like a shooting star!
The enemy general was completely overwhelmed in a single exchange, his helmet and collar deformed by a slap. He had just crawled out of the crater when a strong sense of danger surged from his tailbone to his head. He instinctively rolled to the side, and the man reappeared where he stood, now in another deep crater. Sweat beaded on the enemy general's forehead; if he hadn't dodged, his head would have been crushed by a single stomp!
Who exactly is this man?
Clad only in a single piece of scale armor gauntlets, the man was suffocating him, a feeling he had only experienced before from a garrison commander. The man before him, Shao Chong, gave the enemy commander no time to think; his task was to tear the insects to shreds!
The enemy general was also someone who valued his life.
Knowing that it's not a bad opponent, one naturally wouldn't seek death.
The fire is already raging, so I'll have something to report back to.
"Thirteen, come back!"
Gu Ren stopped Shao Chong, who wanted to chase after them.
"Brother, I'll go and get his head and bring it to you!"
Gu Ren disagreed.
"Thirteen, are you going to disobey military orders?"
Although the Gu worms inside Thirteen's body have entered a deep sleep, Gong Xi Chou also said that Thirteen has not yet completely escaped the Gu worm crisis and needs to stabilize his emotions as much as possible, otherwise it will stimulate the Gu worms to awaken faster. At that time, Thirteen will be in danger.
Where can Gu Ren find a high priest of the Gongxi tribe for him?
"The losses are minor; don't pursue a cornered enemy!"
The enemy general was also a seventh-rank official, but he was facing Shao Chong, one of the top combatants on the allied side.
Not only was he completely overwhelmed in a single encounter, but it would also take ten days to half a month for his injuries to fully recover.
Soon someone came to report.
"Brother, the fire is under control."
Gu Ren nodded: "How is Wu Zhaode next door?"
Judging from the flickering firelight in the distance, our side shouldn't be the enemy's main target, otherwise they wouldn't have been so easily repelled.
The sixth brother said, "That Wu fellow is too shrewd."
Gu Ren asked, "What's wrong?"
What's wrong?
Wu Zhaode, the sixth brother, had his strategist Qin Li create a fog. The fog was already heavy tonight, and Qin Li, fully utilizing his scholarly skills, created a massive fog that completely enveloped Wu Xian's camp. A small number of enemies who rushed in were annihilated, and the majority of the main force was forced to relocate elsewhere.
Isn't this just shifting the blame eastward?
Wu Xian's losses were negligible; he probably only burned a few unlucky guys and destroyed two tents.
Gu Ren saw the direction from which the firelight was strongest in the distance.
"That direction seems to be towards Longwu?"
The sixth brother nodded: "Yes."
Gu Ren asked worriedly, "Is the fire that big?"
Compared to other places, it was burning very brightly.
"Sixth Brother, send the Twelfth Division to provide support."
He muttered to himself.
Alliance Leader Huang Lie said that the precautions against night attacks were brought up by Shen Tang, so there's no reason why Shen Tang himself wouldn't care. If they had prepared earlier, they wouldn't have suffered such a devastating fire during the night attack, right? Judging by the fire... it seems like most of the camp has been burned down?
Gu Ren wasn't the only one with this idea.
Wu Xian remained calm, watching the fire in Shen Tang's direction, his eyes reflecting the towering orange-red, and remained motionless for a long time.
After a long pause, he said, "Gongsu, send Dayi to take a look."
Qin Li bowed and said, "Yes."
Shen Tang's neighbors were the most worried.
They were worried that Shen Tang wouldn't be able to withstand the fire, and that the fire would spread to their own home.
Should we send people to help?
They have their own problems to deal with.
So, the question remains—
Why is the fire so big in Shentang?
Naturally, it's because someone is playing with fire.
Why wouldn't I accept military merit that's offered to me?
The closer they got to the camp, the more traps and obstacles appeared, with a snare every hundred paces, and caltrops scattered everywhere beneath the shallow ground. Near the camp, a lavish cremation package was prepared for the enemy, ensuring ample fuel. If fuel ran out, they unleashed their incantations, and a fiery dragon soared into the sky. Chu Yao even borrowed a bit of east wind, causing the fire dragon, formed from the gathered flames, to swell with the wind and illuminate the heavens!
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