Chapter 825: Can You Confine Me? (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Compared to Chaoli Pass, Wu Xian's camp was in complete chaos.
Wu Xian's trusted confidants dispatched elite troops to provide support.
This move was opposed by several staff members.
Their objections stemmed from the fact that the elite troops had been transferred, leaving the main camp vulnerable. If the enemy were to attack now, there wouldn't be enough troops to defend it. Most importantly, the Chaoli Pass mountains were part of Shen Tang's military territory. Their lord had gone hunting in the mountains with his guards; if they hadn't encountered a formidable enemy, how could they not have escaped? The fact that they now needed to send out scouting arrows for reinforcements demonstrated the enemy's strength!
The confidant waved his hand impatiently, saying, "Speak plainly if you have something to say, don't beat around the bush and waste time!"
The aide cautiously glanced around and gestured for him to come closer.
Even if his confidants were unhappy, they had no choice but to comply.
His aide whispered in his ear: "General, have you considered the possibility that our enemy is our current ally?"
The Chaoliguan mountain range is also part of Shentang's territory.
If Huang Lie's troops could sneak up there silently, and on such a large scale that Wu Xian and his men couldn't escape, that would be terrifying! Of course, this was just a suspicion, not necessarily the truth. Strong evidence was that the enemy hadn't been defeated; there was no reason for their own people to start fighting first. They were just saying this to scare these rough-and-tumble warriors, to prevent them from taking too many soldiers!
But clearly, they just thought they were talking nonsense. The fact that they suspected Shen Tang was absurd enough; the rest of their advice was even less worth listening to—a pure waste of time: [Insolence! The most urgent task is rescuing our lord, not infighting.]
The staff member, his face sprayed with spittle: [...]
They were so angry their beards trembled. The only saving grace was that only 30% of Wu Xian's elite troops had been transferred away, with the remaining 70% still stationed in their original positions. However, news of Wu Xian's hunting death somehow got out. For a time, the entire camp was filled with unease.
The eldest son was terrified upon hearing the news and rushed to Zhao Feng for reassurance. Zhao Feng was the only person under his father who made him feel safe. Nine out of ten other people from Tianhai disliked him.
The remaining one may still harbor malice.
The more chaotic the situation, the more dangerous he becomes.
Zhao Feng asked, "Why is the eldest young master here?"
The eldest son looked at Zhao Feng, who was fully armed.
A palpable fighting spirit emanated from the other party, a killing intent honed through countless battles. The young master, whose talent and strength were both mediocre, instinctively tensed his back. It took him a moment to remember why he was there, and he cried out mournfully, "Teacher."
Zhao Feng looked at him calmly, waiting for him to speak.
The eldest son, feeling uneasy under the intense gaze, bit his lower lip and said, "Teacher, Father... he won't be in any danger, will he?"
In his memory, his father had also been in crisis.
However, at that time, his father was accompanied by his teacher Zhao Feng, who, despite being covered in wounds, led his men to break through the encirclement and was praised by many.
Zhao Feng nodded: "Lord Wu will be fine."
These were his heartfelt words.
The eldest son blinked. With his keen intuition, he could naturally sense how distant the title "Lord Wu" sounded, far less intimate than "My Lord." This showed that his teacher still harbored resentment towards his father. He sighed, unsure what to do.
He himself was like a clay bodhisattva crossing the river.
The eldest son looked at Zhao Feng with teary eyes, and said worriedly, "Just now I saw several generals leading more than ten thousand troops out of the camp, and there are rumors in the camp that my father has met with misfortune, and my second brother is probably also... Teacher, I am really scared now..."
If his father and second brother were to die, he, as the eldest son, might be thrust into a position to stabilize the situation, but more likely he would be used and then killed. After all, his younger half-brothers were more intelligent and talented than him, younger, and more obedient.
After much deliberation, I have no choice but to trust Zhao Feng.
"The rescuers have just left, and rumors have spread in the camp that Lord Wu and others have died, shaking the morale of the troops. I wonder what their intentions are! Young Master, don't be afraid, Lord Wu and the others will surely return safely." As he spoke, he pointed to a few men and gave them his instructions.
Finally, through a combination of coaxing and deception, they managed to send the eldest son away. Zhao Feng went to take stock of the troops and sent someone to deliver a message to Chaoli Pass amidst the chaos.
Although there were two 16th-rank Grand Masters stationed inside the pass, they were caught off guard by the enemy and were in a passive position.
After doing all this, he sent a reminder to Wu Xian's troops.
Whether he believes it or not is none of his business.
Zhao Feng mounted his horse, a sharp blade in his hand.
He muttered to himself, "Let's kill all night long tonight!"
Although they were not ordered not to lead their troops out of the camp without authorization, they could not stop the enemy from attacking on their own. After the incident at Chaoli Pass Mountain Range, Gong Su used his literary skills to capture two armies that were rapidly approaching them. They were Huang Lie's troops!
They headed straight for Wu Xian's camp.
We headed straight for Chaoli Pass.
It was already dark, and some soldiers in the camp were still taking turns eating, resulting in lax defenses. Rumors were spreading, morale was low, and attempts by the higher command to curb them had little effect; attempts to calm the troops had yielded little result. This was undoubtedly a golden opportunity for a surprise attack!
However, some people do not believe that the enemy would happen to attack by chance.
Wu Xian's hunting was a chance event; how could the enemy have predicted it?
Even if they attack, wouldn't there be scouts and outposts to warn them?
They had enough time to react.
However, reality doesn't follow the script.
By the time the outpost spotted the enemy, a deadly arrow had already pierced their skulls, a small, winding red snake slithering down the wound. But before they could even fall, massive feet, heavy with weight, trampled over their bodies…
Before long, only flesh and blood remained in the original spot, no longer recognizable as human.
Buzz—
The defenders, realizing what was happening, launched a counterattack, but the whistling of arrows did not stop the enemy's advance. The arrows were either blocked or deflected by the heavy shields, making it difficult for them to even break through the enemy's defenses. Their attacks were futile, but the enemy's offensive was like thunder. Layer upon layer of military defenses, like paper, were utterly crushed into ruins by the vanguard of heavily shielded warriors.
Before long, they attacked Wu Xian's camp.
Their chosen position for a direct assault happened to be the weakest point in Wu Xian's camp. Hearing the commotion, the soldiers hurriedly grabbed their weapons to meet the enemy. However, they underestimated the enemy's strength; before they could even mount a simple counterattack, their forces were shattered and blown apart by heavy shields.
The horrific scene terrified the other soldiers.
Let alone picking up weapons and charging, they were outnumbered and charging would be suicide. Someone took the lead, and the others, terrified, followed suit. However, they couldn't outrun the enemy and were quickly turned into mincemeat underfoot.
Behind the heavily armored warriors, archers fired flaming arrows at the tents. With the added power of the scribes' words, the wind fanned the flames, and in an instant, the flames roared into the sky. Shouts of battle, screams of agony, cries for help to put out the fire... all blended into a raging inferno, the air thick with the stench of blood and burnt flesh.
The location was relatively remote. The trusted soldiers left behind at the camp received news that the fire had escalated significantly, the flames illuminating bloodied,狰狞 faces. Enraged, he led his troops straight towards the scene: "You're courting death!"
However, someone was faster than him.
A bronze mace came flying through the air, piercing through the bodies of several heavily shielded warriors in its path, sending them flying dozens of feet away.
With a neigh, warhorses charged through the flames of war.
"Your grandfather, Zhao Dayi, is here!" Zhao Feng roared, his sonic boom transforming into invisible cannonballs, brutally clearing a path wide enough for a warhorse to gallop through. With a flick of his wrist, the blood-soaked, visceral-stained bronze mace flew back into his palm. "Die—"
Zhao Feng has been feeling incredibly frustrated lately.
If he doesn't vent properly, he won't be able to handle it.
Shortly before Wu Xian's camp caught fire, Chaoli Pass received intelligence from Zhao Feng. Ning Yan glanced at it briefly before her eyes turned cold and sharp. She gripped her sword hilt, suppressing the fighting spirit surging within her, and declared loudly, "Order the entire army to be on alert!"
Our lord led Gongxi Chou and two thousand elite troops to support Chaoli Pass in the mountains. The troop shortage at Chaoli Pass is not large, but without the presence of the sixteenth-rank Grand Master, the pressure on the city gate will be relatively heavy.
The only saving grace was that the army had been preparing for war for a long time. While the enemy's attack was unexpected, it wasn't entirely unexpected. With our lord and Gongxi Chou absent, Wei Shou and Chu Jie could still handle the enemy's sixteen superior troops for a while. No need to panic!
The city walls are well-stocked with soldiers.
A pink figure addressed a gold figure, saying, "Brother Chu, if we succeed this time, how will the military merits be divided?"
Chu Jie looked straight ahead: "Fifty-five."
Wei Shou grinned: "Sixty-four. I entered the fifteenth rank of Junior Upper Realm much earlier than you, Brother Chu, and I'm much stronger. I'll naturally contribute more in the battle later, don't you think?"
Splitting the profits 50/50 isn't a good deal.
Besides, he has to support more people, unlike Chu Jie, who, as the garrison commander of Yonggu Pass, has a stable supply of military provisions even when there is no fighting. He can only rely on his military merits to secure more budget for the next quarter.
Chu Jie glanced at him: "Not necessarily."
Who contributed more was not up to Wei Shou to decide.
Wei Shou slumped his shoulders and sighed, "If that's the case, then we can only rely on our own abilities... The head will surely be in my pocket."
Chu Jie neither confirmed nor denied this.
Suddenly, his eyes turned cold: "They're here!"
As if to prove his words, a shooting star with a long tail streaked across the sky and hurtled towards Liguan. But upon closer inspection, it was no shooting star at all; it was clearly a living person.
At the horizon, the tide rolls and surges.
Upon closer inspection, they were clearly enemies heading straight for Chaoli Pass. However, their numbers were so vast that they formed a dense, dark mass.
Wei Shou grinned maliciously as he pulled the large pink axe from the ground, stomped it against the wall, and launched it like a pink cannonball towards a shooting star, followed closely by a golden streak of light. The "shooting star," seeing this, scoffed, "Hmph, two idiots coming to their deaths!"
Wu Xian's camp and Chaoli Pass were attacked one after the other, and at the same time, a fierce battle was raging in the Chaoli Pass mountains. More specifically, Shen Tang was burning with rage, while Zhang He was practically bursting with fire. The way he looked at Shen Tang was as if he wanted to tear her and her Martial Courage Totem into strips of meat, dry them one by one, and use them as snacks with his drinks!
This is outrageous!
This is absolutely outrageous!
The ethereal, robed youth chased after Shen Tang, wielding his wooden staff. She had barely finished using her literary/martial energy when it was forcibly replenished. Seeing this, Shen Tang abandoned her futile attempts at restraint, unleashing powerful, sweeping attacks with every strike at full force!
In layman's terms, the ultimate skill has no cooldown!
It's practically a walking perpetual motion machine!
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I dealt with some packages today, and didn't get much rest all day. Thankfully, it turned out well. I'll add the missing updates later, but I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. It's only the 10th of the month, and it's been almost 40 degrees Celsius every day; I've practically gotten heatstroke…
(End of this chapter)
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