Chapter 1430: Seizing the Bridge, Blowing Up the Waterway (Part 21) [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"...If this continues, Gongyang Yongye might actually regain his fighting spirit." He's got too much energy; he's bursting with vigor and can't even lie down without jumping around until he's exhausted. If that day comes, the old man is probably not far from reaching the top of the ranks of the Marquis of Che.
I felt a bit jealous, but there was nothing I could do.
Another explosion rang out not far away. The monk, feeling nauseous from the jolting, clung tightly to the door frame of the excavator's cab and asked the question he had wanted to ask earlier: "Where have I offended you, my benefactor, that you tried to harm me just now?"
He was jolted out of the room, partly due to the violent shaking, but another major reason was that Bei Qiu stretched out her long leg and kicked him. The force wasn't strong enough to hurt him, but it certainly added fuel to the fire.
Bei Qiu glanced at him and said, "Yun Yuanmou is already taken."
To steal her boyfriend right in front of her.
Does this old monk think she's a master craftsman of the Mohist school who just sits around doing nothing?
The monk: "..."
I never expected it to be for this reason.
He said in a rather feudal way, "It's just adding you two, not separating you. Why be so stingy? There are plenty of eligible men among my descendants. If you like any of them, you can take a few home."
Bei Qiu commented on this: "A demonic monk!"
Could this old monk be practicing Tantric Buddhism's Blissful Buddha?
The situation was changing rapidly. The Allied forces in the central region were mobilizing their forces to defend against a surprise attack from the rear, and soon noticed Bei Qiu operating a boom-operated excavator on the battlefield. The excavator she was operating was enormous, and at first glance, it looked like a war chariot being pushed into battle.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that this thing was even more insidious than a tank.
It moves forward without human intervention, its exterior covered in a layer of heavily armored material that is difficult to penetrate, with no exposed joints, making it impossible for outsiders to break through. As it rolls forward, the boom pole can swing flexibly. A single, sweeping swing delivers a force heavier than a thousand pounds. Ordinary soldiers attempting to stop it are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot! It forcefully carves a path through the air!
Some of the Kangguo soldiers used this as cover, advancing and retreating together.
There was a noticeable "convex" mark on the front line of the battle between the two sides.
"What is this strange thing?"
The Allied generals who arrived to provide reinforcements immediately noticed the strange chariots. The Allied soldiers were manipulating the booms and levers, as if they were being cooked, disrupting the formation and making it impossible for the outer edges of their ranks to hold. Even when the soldiers tried to defend themselves with their weapons, they were helpless. The one at the head was the largest, the others clearly guards: "In that case, let's capture the leader first—"
The military officer immediately spotted the "small house" on top of the enormous object.
If the chariot cannot be destroyed in a short time, then the person operating it should be destroyed first. With this thought in mind, the general raised his halberd and charged into the air!
The guards' interception was also completely wiped out.
The monk turned pale upon seeing this.
He didn't want to lose his life here.
What he found most unbelievable was Bei Qiu's aura. Just a moment before the general attacked, the restrictions binding his dantian suddenly vanished, and martial energy instantly filled his limbs and bones. The mage and she reached some strange tacit understanding, and almost the instant they gained their freedom, the mage conjured a staff. It was held above his head, blocking the halberd. With a clang, the shockwave from the collision reverberated around the driver's cab.
For a moment, the enemy general's expression went blank.
This was followed by a fit of rage: "Old man, you've betrayed us?"
Bei Qiu said sternly, "He fought because of the kindness of the Allied forces. Now that I'm setting him free and saving his life, he should repay that kindness. What do you mean by betrayal? Isn't this just common sense?"
These words completely relieved the monk of his psychological burden.
He spun around, twisted his hips, and swung his staff in a wide arc, taking advantage of his former temporary colleague's momentary daze, sending him flying. Bei Qiu's non-aggressive staff followed closely behind. The former temporary colleague was stunned and dizzy, his anger boiling, and he assumed a fighting stance, ready to fight the monk to the death.
Yun Ce noticed this in the corner of his eye but was not worried about the mage turning against him.
Bei Qiu only said that the seal was temporarily lifted, but he didn't say that the seal couldn't be immediately replaced. If he were to defect at the last minute, this evil monk would definitely be the first to die! The battle cries from the rear battlefield were deafening. Gongyang Yongye and the others followed Shen Tang's footsteps and landed one after another, becoming the focus of the enemy general's divided forces to besiege them, relieving a lot of pressure for Shen Tang.
The spear was like a dragon, its tip gleaming.
Shen Tang moved freely through the formation with a sharp aura, her clothes fluttering in the wind: "You think you can kill me with your lot?"
With a sudden whirl of his spear, he swept it in all directions, creating a powerful aura that made it difficult to approach. The attacking soldiers were swept up by the shockwave, and before they could even land, they were instantly killed by the descending broadswords, their bodies severed in a flash of light, blood splattering everywhere. Gongyang Yongye moved around near Shen Tang, coordinating with Ji Moqiu and the others.
Even if Shen Tang is fierce, she can't really let herself be surrounded and attacked by more than a dozen people.
Even a large number of ants can kill an elephant.
"Destroy their defensive equipment first!"
Shen Tang's true purpose in going first was this.
Our troops, together with the generals who had landed first, worked together to contain the ranged defensive equipment on the stone fortress side, minimizing their firepower on the long iron chain bridge. This allowed the Kang Kingdom to cross the bridge in large numbers; with a larger force, establishing a foothold would be much easier. Within moments, the iron chain bridge was packed with people, almost every available space filled with them.
Due to the dense fog, the Allied forces in the central region could not accurately assess the situation on Shen Tang's side, but they knew from the commotion that it was significant. Initially, they deployed troops outside the iron chain bridge to block them—the terrain on the other side was narrow, not allowing Kang to deploy a large force, and there was only one long iron chain bridge. Given these factors, how many troops could Kang send in a short time? They decided to wait and see.
Just overlook one point—
The dense fog affected them but not the Kangguo army.
Qin Li was perfectly suited to fighting in this kind of weather.
Forced back a hundred meters on the front line, the Allied commander decisively changed tactics, doubling the number of troops to push the Kangguo forces back to the iron chain bridge. He also ordered rockets to be launched towards the iron chain bridge.
Burn it! Burn it completely!
How could a mere mortal body not be burned to death?
The firelight illuminated his ferocious and menacing features.
They kept the tiger out of the front door, but then the backyard caught fire.
Both locations require troop support.
Not to mention there's Shen Tang, a super-powerful third wheel, constantly radiating charm to entice gamblers to take risks. Shen Tang, as the ruler of a nation, has even come to our own territory; if we can't kill her even with that, then nothing else is possible. Even if she seems a bit tough, as long as we put in enough effort, we can take her down sooner or later.
The problem is that the troop strength on the Stone Fortress side is fixed.
If they then send out more high-level martial artists to besiege Shen Tang, the result will be that all three sides are in dire straits. They are only concerned with the front, not the rear, and only with the front, not the rear.
Thump!
Ji Moqiu's fire dragon pierced through several people with a few whooshing sounds.
The moment the blood spurted from the wound was burned into wisps of blood mist by the flames, the charred corpse fell to the ground and shattered into countless pieces.
The temperature in the space where Ji Moqiu is located is rising.
Gongyang Yongye seemed to be fueled by a competitive spirit. His saber moved with the swiftness of a scythe, cutting down the swarming weapons to nothing more than the shafts. His boots trod on pools of blood, and the stench of blood ignited the throbbing fire in his heart.
Suddenly, a familiar, cool male voice echoed deep within his mind.
The male voice, in the most concise tone, informed him of the locations of the high-level martial artists inside and outside the stone fortress, as well as their distance from him. Among them were even hidden experts whom Gongyang Yongye had not noticed. He had initially doubted the authenticity of the information, but after verification, he found that it was all true.
"...How would a scholar know these things?"
He couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Little did they know that others heard more, more varied, and more comprehensive information.
Qin Li was the only eye in the thick fog that could see the whole situation!
Wei Lou didn't rush to make a move.
Firstly, he wanted to wait for the best opportunity; secondly, he also wanted to see what exquisite skills these scholars from Kangguo possessed. He had witnessed Qin Li's "Cloudy Sky and Foggy Earth" technique, which was extremely advantageous on a battlefield where visibility was limited. It allowed them to gain a significant intelligence advantage over the enemy.
Wei Lou glanced at him once and then looked away.
Subtle comments—
Ruthless!
As a scholar of the literary mind, Chu Yao had no concept of guarding the rear. As soon as Shen Tang charged forward, he used his well-defined hand to deftly make several hand seals, and the unique spiritual energy of a scholar of the literary mind spread from him to the entire battlefield.
Wei Lou intercepted a wisp of breath.
He rubbed his fingers together, and suddenly began to hallucinate.
The mournful, plaintive, and piercing music assaulted the mind and consciousness.
He reacted quickly and dispersed the wisp of literary energy, but his ears still rang, and he had a tearing sensation deep in his eardrums.
Wei Lou took a deep breath, and it took several breaths for his hearing to return.
"It's not some incredibly powerful word of magic..."
The effect was surprisingly strong; even Wei Lou nearly fell victim to it, let alone the enemy soldiers. No one would notice the omnipresent sounds of war drums or battle cries on the battlefield. Chu Yao's killing intent was all mixed in, and his target was merely the soldiers' eardrums.
Unless the soldiers actively condense their martial energy to block their ears and protect their eardrums, they can neutralize Chu Yao's killing move, but even that won't work. Soldiers recognize signal flags with their eyes and distinguish drumbeats with their ears, thus knowing whether to attack, retreat, or encircle.
The dense fog limited visibility.
If you actively shut out your hearing, aren't you just like a headless fly?
Therefore, there is no solution.
Chu Yao didn't need to use complex incantations; he only needed to use them to shatter the enemy soldiers' eardrums and interfere with their hearing to achieve his goal.
In contrast, the villainous Qishan, who had acquired that nickname, seemed more like a traditional scholar, even his words were somewhat verbose.
"Last night I fell drunk by the pine tree, and asked the pine tree how drunk I was."
"I suspect it's loose and I need to help it up."
"He pushed the pine tree with his hand and said, 'Go away.'"
A faint aroma of wine wafted through the blood-soaked battlefield.
Within the range of the Word of Power, some enemy soldiers felt a strange heat surge up their armor, much like the flushed face from drinking too much alcohol. However, battlefield combat is an adrenaline-fueled affair; when one is caught up in the heat of battle, even pain can be ignored, and no one paid attention to this slight heat. By the time someone reacted, their feet were already unsteady, and their vision blurred and then blurred again.
Before long, wisps of clouds drifted hand in hand overhead and landed at our feet. They looked so soft and fluffy, it was easy to fall asleep.
Go to sleep.
Close your eyes.
Take a break.
A series of indistinguishable male and female voices rolled through his mind, and he could vaguely hear someone humming a familiar children's song. His cheeks burned red, his head was dizzy, and the weaker-willed soldiers were no match for such bewitching. The Allied scribes were used to this kind of trick, and raised their hands to make a hand seal to use their spiritual power to wake the intoxicated soldiers: "Hmph, nothing more than a child's play."
"You stupid blockhead, wake up right now!"
Like heavenly music, it strikes straight to the soul.
Normally one would be jolted awake, but this time it was a mistake.
Some soldiers even clutched their ears and screamed in agony, only to have their heads chopped off by the Kangguo soldiers who surrounded them as soon as they uttered the sound.
Wei Lou: "..."
Look at Chu Yao, look at Qi Shan.
No, are you overlooking something?
Literary scholars are mostly support roles, and these two seem to be using their words of power against the enemy. Fortunately, their path of the literati is not applicable to the battlefield, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see them here.
Chu Yao could not ignore Wei Lou's gaze across the crowd.
Their gazes met in the air.
Wei Lou made a hand seal and secretly transmitted his voice, kindly reminding him: "Lord Chu, perhaps you should step back and take command. Things might get a bit chaotic later, and it seems unlikely that Qin Gongsu alone can maintain order..."
It wasn't that Wei Lou was unwilling to intervene, but rather that Qin Li would instantly transform into a military commander the moment he did. Without the overall command of [Cloud and Mist], both sides would fall into chaos, putting them at a disadvantage in the fight. Wei Lou planned to wait until Kang State seized the iron chain bridge and established a foothold on the opposite battlefield before making his move, thus minimizing the impact. The time was too short; if he had a few more months to allow Kang State soldiers to integrate with his scholarly ways, he wouldn't need to wait for the right moment.
The enemy, on the other hand, will be caught off guard.
Wei Lou: [Or, defend the suspension bridge as soon as possible.]
Chu Yao's gaze met his.
They could understand each other's intentions with just a glance.
Shen Tang also caught a faint scent of wine in the air, recognizing it as Qi Shan's literary aura, and an idea instantly popped into her mind. The enemy generals arrived in pursuit, but Shen Tang deftly shifted her feet, her figure nimbly weaving through the barrage of light blades. Her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness, sending a chill of unease through the pursuing enemy generals.
"Have any of you gentlemen tasted any good wine?"
"If you haven't tried it, I'll treat you!"
Clumps of glistening water droplets were flung out from her sleeves.
The enemy general mistook it for a routine attack, his sword flashing as he shredded the enemy general into countless water droplets. But Shen Tang wasn't satisfied and continued to throw water balls and start a water fight. The enemy general had never seen such a slippery creature before; instead of harming Shen Tang, he ended up getting drenched in wine.
This wine is also strange; it has a rich and mellow aroma.
People with a low alcohol tolerance can get drunk after just two sniffs.
"What kind of supernatural tricks are you playing?" Not everyone loves alcohol. One of them is a teetotaler who hates the smell of alcohol. So when Shen Tang pulls this stunt, he is naturally the most furious.
He looked up and met a fleeting, mischievous smile in Shen Tang's eyes.
Then I heard her say loudly, "May I borrow a light?"
She offered him the spear.
The spear tip collided diagonally with the blade, sparking a string of dazzling sparks.
boom--
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
The enemy general, covered in alcohol, was wrapped up like a little fireman.
It's not very lethal, but extremely insulting.
The firelight distorted a large area of space, and the enemy general only saw a blur before Shen Tang's face loomed large in his vision. She gripped the solid spiked club tightly with both hands, her arm muscles bulging with maximum force, yet the strike felt weak and powerless. Just as the enemy general was about to taunt him, a terrifying pain suddenly shot through his chest; half a hand's width caved in, and his ribs snapped one by one. His body flew backward, knocking over a pedestrian!
Shen Tang slung the spiked club over his shoulder: "Come on, you brat! Your grandma's head is right here, why can't you hit it anymore?"
"Turning the world upside down!"
"Life and death have changed hands!"
(=①ω①=)
Zhejiang tax authorities are blaming me! I received a call around 8 or 9 am asking me to upload a contract. The problem is, Yuewen has been using electronic contracts for a long time, and the last contract was signed in 2021. Where am I supposed to find it? They even asked if I had a labor contract with Yuewen. You sign a contract for each book, so where would I get a labor contract?
Full-time authors' income consists only of royalties, with special surcharges at most. Shouldn't taxation be very clear?
Sigh, I have a feeling this year's tax refund will be full of twists and turns.
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