"What?"
Upon hearing this, the general's heart skipped a beat.
A strong sense of foreboding clouded his heart, and he couldn't even care less about Wei Shou's curses. As if to confirm his guess, the previously peaceful rear of the camp suddenly changed, with shouts of battle rising up and soaring into the sky, even shaking the rain curtain backward.
Was the rear camp also attacked?
When did they run to the back?
Why was there not a single sign before?
This enemy force, like divine weapons descending from the heavens, seized the opportunity when the enemy was preoccupied with engaging the main force and their formation was unstable, plunging their blades into the camp. With a soft "thud," a white blade went in, a red blade emerged. A pincer attack, perfectly coordinated.
But the more difficult part is yet to come.
Hundreds of black bulls with burning tails and two horns on their heads rampaged through the rear camp, unaware that the enemy soldiers attacking from the rear were caught in the crossfire. Accompanied by shrill screams, the first soldiers to be attacked either had their chests pierced by the bulls' horns or their heads trampled by their hooves.
Several camps were knocked down.
Interspersed throughout were the teenagers' unrestrained shouts of killing.
"Brave Cowherd!"
"Rise to the challenge!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The impact of the Fire Oxen Formation was no less than that of hundreds of cavalry charging simultaneously. As creations of the Word of Power, they knew nothing of death, only how to charge recklessly. The rear guards, disregarding the front, frantically tried to organize their troops to defend against the suddenly appearing beasts.
Fortunately, the weather cooperated today, with torrential rain and strong winds, and the flame on the cow's tail went out after a short while.
This is precisely why the frenzied cattle herd, after breaking through two lines of defense, showed a clear decline in their offensive. This discovery brought the soldiers, who were almost scared out of their wits, back to their senses—who wouldn't panic if a huge herd of cattle suddenly appeared and charged towards them?
However, they were too optimistic.
Without any warning, the terrifying mad bull dissipated into literary energy, forming a thick fog that was invisible to the naked eye.
The dense fog obscured visibility due to the wind direction.
Panic gripped their hearts, and all they could hear were the squad leader shouting, "Don't panic!" "Don't retreat!" "Disobedience will be punished according to military law!"... These threats barely managed to quell the chaos. But then, a piercing scream assaulted their ears.
Unfortunately, the visibility was too low, and they only knew the general direction of the screams but not what had happened. This confusion didn't last long, as the enemy, with a ferocious expression, broke through the fading martial energy and a terrifyingly large hammer came crashing down on them.
Bang--
The helmet, along with the head below, exploded, spraying blood.
The newcomer infused his spiked hammer with martial energy, launching it into the air. It slammed head-on into the nearest morale-boosting shield, while simultaneously hurling another massive hammer. A menacing iron chain connected the two hammers, binding the incoming spears and lances together as they flew. The agile general then ducked and swept the hammer horizontally, a crescent-shaped beam of light striking the soldiers' lower bodies.
A heavy hammer cleaves the way, causing men and horses to fall.
Before the battle lines could be stabilized, enemy soldiers charged forward, spears raised high. The tips of the spears pierced through the raindrops, aiming viciously at the vitals of soldiers who couldn't get up in time. The blades were unstoppable, tearing through skin, breaking bones, and piercing through flesh and blood from front to back.
The scalding hot blood lost its temperature as soon as it left the body, splattering onto the opponent's face and splashing onto the filthy mud.
The general raised his hand and sent two heavy hammers flying back into his grasp.
"kill!"
"kill--"
Occasionally, you can hear people exclaiming, "It's a monster!"
A colossal, azure crocodile, with agility beyond its physical capabilities, attacked from the flank, not only charging head-on at the morale-boosting shields but also whipping its steel-like tail to fling away nearby targets. A single snap of its massive jaws could take in five or six people.
The upper and lower jaws come together.
Sharp teeth easily pierced through skin and flesh.
Blood splattered everywhere as the blue crocodile shook its head, and when it released its grip, severed limbs and remains littered the ground. Its scales were hard and thick, and despite numerous spears and swords striking it, leaving only shallow marks in its wake, sparks and lightning flashed all the way.
"You beast, cease your rampage!"
A loud shout, accompanied by a sonic boom, forced back the giant blue crocodile. A spear shadow, several dozen feet long, aimed straight at the crocodile's right eye. Seeing that it was too late to dodge, the spear shadow was forcefully interrupted in a flash. The crocodile's master arrived, a pair of mocking eyes hidden beneath his mask.
"Did I give you permission to touch it?" Xun Ding stood atop the blue crocodile's head, his aura locking onto his enemy. But before he could strike, a powerful sense of danger surged from his side. He pushed off with his feet and retreated explosively, narrowly dodging the claws of the black shadow that pounced upon him.
This dark figure is also a martial arts totem.
Its skull is short and wide, its nostrils are broad and large, its ears are short and soft-haired, its limbs are strong and slender, and its muscles are lean and well-developed, every inch of which carries a chilling explosive power. Most peculiar is its yellow back and white belly, which is covered with countless spots.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a giant leopard.
This leopard was about the same size as Xun Ding's blue crocodile, only its body wasn't as solid, and it had a slightly transparent appearance. It missed its target and turned to stare at Xun Ding. Xun Ding knew immediately that this creature was very fast.
He nudged the blue crocodile: "The cat is yours."
Xun Ding certainly didn't want a large cat scratching him while he was fighting his enemy. The blue crocodile was somewhat unhappy with this arrangement. It wasn't as fast as the leopard in front of it, nor as agile. Its only advantage was its thick skin, making it difficult for the leopard's claws to scratch its flesh. However, difficult didn't mean the leopard couldn't scratch it.
The two are similar in size, which basically makes it impossible for the other to survive.
The battlefield is no place for casual conversation; the situation changes in an instant. As a martial arts totem, the azure crocodile, being part of Xun Ding's avatar, had no right to refuse orders. It could only stall for time, allowing Xun Ding to kill its master.
The giant leopard seemed to know its mission, its aggressive eyes fixed on its vitals.
It took a few steps around the giant crocodile and growled softly.
Finally, both giant beasts exerted their power simultaneously.
The giant leopard pounced, raising its paw—larger than a strong man's—aiming to slap the crocodile's eye. The blue crocodile ducked its body to the side, and in the instant the leopard missed, it used all four limbs to generate force, opening its mouth and lunging forward, ready to bite the leopard's forepaw.
As a feline carnivore, the leopard possesses top-tier reaction speed. It swiftly retracted its paw and lashed out again, delivering dozens of consecutive blows to the giant crocodile. After securing its kills, it quickly retreated to avoid the crocodile's counterattack. Accelerating, changing lanes, and then pouncing again, its attacks were so fast they left only afterimages.
Its sharp claws tore the giant crocodile apart, leaving it covered in blood.
The pain irritated the blue crocodile, and the leopard seized the opportunity, leaping onto its back and opening its massive jaws to bite down on the crocodile's neck. However, just as the crocodile's neck was about to be pierced by the sharp teeth, a large fish with black fur and a snow-white belly leaped into the air, slamming into the leopard and sending it flying. The blue crocodile regained its freedom and seized the perfect opportunity to retaliate.
Both were opportunists, their lives hanging in the balance. The giant leopard's neck fell into the crocodile's mouth, its body snapped inch by inch by the fish's tail. The grotesque, ethereal fish lay on the ground, howling and thrashing its tail, clearly unwilling to accept its fate.
The defeat of the Martial Spirit Totem will backfire on its original form.
Xun Ding seized the opportunity and delivered a fatal blow to his opponent.
The enemy general risked a violent retreat despite being severely wounded, unaware that this action would place him beneath the blades of two crossed swords.
Two flashes of cold light, and blood spurted from the neck.
Seeing his head snatched away by Bai Su, Xun Ding nearly jumped up in anger: "What's a fish doing coming ashore?"
Even the giant blue crocodile looked tiny and delicate next to the strange fish.
"If the fish doesn't come ashore, you'll be the one who dies!"
Once that leopard dealt with Xun Ding's Martial Courage Totem, Xun Ding would be the one to suffer the instant backlash. Life and death on the battlefield are decided in a split second; Xun Ding had just narrowly escaped death. Instead of being grateful, he was still feeling sorry for his victory.
Bai Su then retracted her Martial Spirit Totem.
Having learned from the first release, the second one went much more smoothly. This release didn't consume much martial energy. Martial Warriors usually feed their totems with excess martial energy, summoning them whenever needed, making them the best partners for battle.
The premise is that you don't encounter someone who can control you.
Bai Su drew her sword and charged toward her next target.
Before leaving, he reminded Xun Ding, "Don't just stand there. If the big fish escapes, be careful, or the lord will come back to settle scores with you."
At this moment, familiar fluctuations of spiritual energy could be felt at the front of the battlefield.
Xun Ding shuddered.
He wasn't afraid of his lord's retribution; he was afraid of his own father!
Compared to my lord, I feel like a worthless burden.
Ding ding ding—
The clash of metal was accompanied by a burst of sparks. Zheng Qiao's generals were clearly being forced into a corner by Wei Shou, unable to attend to anything else. The defeat at the front and the loss of the rear, the irreversible decline and the ever-shrinking battle lines filled him with despair.
The weapon in his hand was cracked all over under Wei Shou's pressure.
He couldn't remember how many times he had changed his clothes.
With the final blow, the blade shattered.
His breastplate was dented from the impact, his internal organs churned, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Not much strength, but a thick skin." Wei Shou unleashed his martial energy wildly, raising his giant axe high and slashing down towards the general. In an instant, a phantom image of a pink giant axe with rose gold trim, tens of feet long, fell from the sky, its target the general.
The shadow of death loomed over him.
No, no, he doesn't want to die—
The pink light illuminated his furious glare and gnashing teeth.
Driven by an intense will to survive, the general unleashed unprecedented strength, gritting his teeth and withstanding Wei Shou's attack. Even though he was thrown backward and carved into a ditch, even though his hands were cut and bleeding, even though most of his knees were buried in the muddy ground, he caught it!
Half of his armor shattered with a crack, revealing his muscular upper body. His tall, imposing frame stood firm between heaven and earth, like an unyielding, towering statue. He laughed heartily, "Hahaha—Wei Yuanyuan, what do you intend to do now!"
The shattered armor gradually healed with each breath.
Wei Shou narrowed his eyes slightly and charged forward without saying a word.
What should he do?
Naturally, I gladly accept this military merit.
As morale plummeted with the tide of battle, it was inevitable that some soldiers would flee in fear. They tried to take advantage of the chaos, but just as they reached the outer edge of the camp, they were stopped by a barrier of spiritual energy. From the air, this barrier resembled an inverted bowl, enveloping the entire battlefield.
Shen Tang's fingers parted the bowstring, revealing a silver full moon.
"No one is getting away!"
"Surrender or die!"
Xu Quan and his men were ordered to eliminate the enemy's commanders, both high and low. Killing them was tantamount to crippling the enemy, but their targets were often deep within enemy lines, well-protected. At this time, the advantages of having many scholars and intellectuals were fully demonstrated on this battlefield.
With numerous powerful incantations, he could charge into battle and wreak havoc even at the cost of minor injuries. In contrast, his opponents, without a commander, were a disorganized mob. As various units became paralyzed, they were forced to fight individually, and their lines quickly crumbled, allowing Shen Tang's forces to gradually erode their strength.
bite--
The spear pierced through the armor.
Click—
The ice layer broke apart.
As the icy blue spear flashed, not only did the raindrops falling from the sky instantly turn into icicles, but even the fatal wounds on the corpses' hearts were covered in bloody icy shards. This weather was a problem for other generals, but for Yun Ce, it was a perfect advantage.
Without exception, every enemy who died at his hands had half their body turned into an ice sculpture, and the splattered blood solidified in mid-air.
At first glance, it looks as if the corpse has blossomed with red flowers.
Beautiful, elegant, cruel.
The battle lasted for half an hour from start to finish. The two armies finally met in the center of the camp and merged into one.
Corpses lay strewn about, blood flowing freely.
The torrential rain shows no signs of abating.
The troops, still reeling from the fierce battle, randomly chose a spacious, undamaged tent to serve as a temporary command center. Shen Tang had already removed her martial armor and used her martial energy to dry her clothes and hair, though the bloodstains on her garments remained. Unconcerned, she sat down at the head of the table, her right hand resting on her bent right knee, adopting whatever position was most comfortable.
There were only a few scattered people below.
Despite the considerable losses from the fierce battle, everyone's complexion was ruddy, indicating that they hadn't suffered a defeat tonight. The others were still outside cleaning up the battlefield and counting the prisoners. A short while later, Wei Shou, soaking wet, flung open the curtain and entered.
He was also carrying a human head in his hand.
Shen Tang stared at the head that remained open in death.
He asked, "Who is this?"
Wei Shou grinned and said, "The biggest one."
He's been in an absolutely fantastic mood lately.
Think of all the humiliation he suffered under Zheng Qiao's command. Because of the bigger picture and the sake of his brothers, he couldn't retaliate recklessly, much less offend others. Now, his enemies have been beheaded one by one with his own hands; he'll be ecstatic even in his dreams.
Wei Shou was rubbing his hands together impatiently.
I wonder who my next enemy will be.
Shen Tang remained calm and gave Lu Ji a meaningful look. Lu Ji stepped forward, took the severed head, and instructed the soldiers to handle it properly.
She asked Wei Shou, "What are our casualties?"
Wei Shou plopped down in his seat, too lazy to dry himself off. He was filthy all over, and drying himself would only make him feel worse. He replied, "Preliminary statistics indicate over six hundred casualties..."
Shen Tang was still able to accept the casualties.
After all, the enemy was almost completely wiped out.
Those who were not dead were all captured.
She rubbed her aching temples: "Send the order down, we'll rest for half a day. Send a message to Cunshan City, assemble the troops and come to join us, there's an even tougher battle waiting for us..."
Breaking through this defense line is not the end.
Our real target is Zheng Qiao's main force.
Moreover, Zheng Qiao has a troublesome 16th-grade Grand Master on his side, and it's uncertain whether the Allied Forces can withstand it...
Taking it head-on is risky.
But they couldn't withstand the sudden arrival of their own elite troops.
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