Chapter 54 Humanoid Weapon 19
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The signal to attack was given. The peaceful battlefield suddenly came alive like boiling water.
The leader of the rebel army is a strange young man whom Yan Bei has never seen before. The young man looks a bit like Sha Jia, but it is obvious that he is not doing as well as Sha Jia.
Thinking of this, Yan Bei couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction where he first saw Sha Jia disguised as an ordinary soldier, but the neat line had been broken up, and he did not see Sha Jia's figure there.
Where did he go? Yan Bei pondered the question in his mind while casually dealing with the approaching enemy.
[Can you please focus a little more...] Yan Sifang saw his absent-minded look and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. [Just now you firmly rejected my proposal.]
【terribly sorry……】
Yan Bei stopped his messy thoughts in shame, did not respond to Yan Sifang's words, and focused back on the present.
In just a short while, the battlefield situation that originally seemed evenly matched quickly underwent a drastic change.
For unknown reasons, the rebels were losing ground as the battle went on, while the imperial army began to disperse to both sides and unknowingly surrounded the rebels.
All these changes were caused by a small army of the rebels.
It was a mysterious army that did not obey any commander's command, used treacherous means and appeared and disappeared at will.
They were almost invincible on the battlefield, and no enemy could stop their offensive.
How to deal with such an enemy who is not afraid of being hurt and does not feel pain? The rebels' mentality was quickly broken after coming into contact with them, and they abandoned their weapons and became deserters.
The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and the leader of the rebel army was still trying to save the situation, but the outcome of the battle was already decided, and everything seemed hopeless.
At this moment, an army also wrapped in black veil suddenly joined the battlefield from the side.
The entire army was wrapped up tightly, not even a shred of skin was exposed. Every soldier in the team was holding a strange weapon.
They came here specifically to target the empire's strange army. That invincible and extremely arrogant army was almost destroyed after coming into contact with that strange weapon.
In an instant, it was completely disintegrated.
Under the leadership of the army that suddenly broke into the battlefield, the rebels gradually regained their morale and recaptured half of the battlefield from the imperial army. When the two sides temporarily ceased fighting and slowly separated, they returned to their previous situation of mutual stalemate.
The two armies faced each other, with a river of blood in the middle.
Yan Beili was sitting on the chariot, wearing white armor, standing at the forefront of the army with Garcia. Lance was not beside him, and no one knew where he had been transferred to.
At this time, a man also walked out from the mysterious rebel army. He was also wrapped tightly from head to toe. Seeing him coming out, the soldiers made way for him. He walked all the way to the front of the rebel army, climbed onto the chariot in a few steps, and stood high enough for everyone on the battlefield to notice him.
A pure black shadow stood on the chariot, then he stretched out his hand and took off the mask on his head, revealing an extremely young face. In an instant, a raging fighting spirit ignited among the rebels.
All the rebel soldiers looked up in the direction of the figure. The news that the general had returned to life and led the army to save the rebels once again spread quickly among the team.
"Great! It's the general! We are saved!"
"Great! It's the general! I knew the general would never die!"
"Rush--Rush--Rush!"
The morale of the rebel soldiers continued to rise, and Shajia was unconsciously infected by their strong and fearless atmosphere, and a boundless courage emerged from his heart.
They will definitely win in the end!
After a short break, the battle between the two sides started again, and this time the situation was completely opposite to the beginning of the previous game.
During the break in the battle, Shaka looked in the direction of the Imperial Army. There were two figures standing in front of him. Yan Bei lowered his head and couldn't see their expressions clearly. Garcia's figure was mostly blocked by the former. Noticing his line of sight, Garcia nodded at him imperceptibly.
The next moment, something unexpected happened in the rebel army.
"Commander!" Following an extremely miserable scream, the Imperial Army's formation began to fall into disarray rapidly from the center.
"Retreat! Retreat! Return to support the commander!"
When Yan Bei's entourage ordered a retreat, another commander on the battlefield issued a message for the entire army to attack.
Some soldiers followed Yan Bei's orders, while other soldiers only saw Garcia's message. The soldiers caught in the middle were torn and didn't know which side to follow. The contradiction finally disrupted their formation.
The Imperial Army, which was once a united and immensely large force, was split into a mess in a short period of time.
The initial scream was like the first domino to fall, and the next ones followed one after another at an unstoppable speed, eventually destroying the entire game.
The Imperial Army lost, and the rebels didn't even have time to do anything before they watched helplessly as they lost the war due to internal strife.
The moment the chaos broke out, Shajia was pulled off the tank by his adjutant.
"You bastard, you are still standing there watching the fun, do you want to be a sitting duck for others?" Sha Jia was dragged into the protective circle of his personal guards without any resistance, his mind full of the last scene he saw when he was standing there.
On the other side of the battlefield.
Yan Bei, who was standing on the chariot, suddenly raised his head. His eyes widened and he looked towards Shajia blankly. He did not shout, nor did he turn around to look at Garcia who suddenly stabbed him from behind. Instead, he turned to look at Shajia the moment he was injured.
He just stood there across the vast sea of people, using his last bit of strength to try to keep his eyes open. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but blood rushed out of his mouth, instantly staining a large area of the snow-white armor on his chest red.
Garcia, who was standing beside him, loosened his hand, and the white shadow, having lost its support, fell backwards very slowly. His long silver hair flew up with his movement, and red blood beads were scattered in the air.
He fell from the chariot to the ground, blood gushing out of his body, instantly staining a large area of land red.
Garcia, the culprit behind all this, was still standing there arrogantly, looking down at Yanbei on the ground.
"Commander!" The accompanying officer rushed forward first, followed by the other guards.
The two most powerful generals in the empire actually killed each other in front of the battlefield!
Those soldiers had obviously never encountered such a situation before, so they didn't even react at first. Only after receiving the order from the accompanying officer did they suddenly react from this tragic situation and then began to rescue Yan Bei in a chaotic manner.
Shajia just watched him being carried away, one arm hanging down, the wound that had been treated for emergency was still bleeding, the blood flowed down his arm and onto the ground.
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"General, it's time for you to continue commanding the army." A strange voice suddenly sounded beside him, and Shajia was suddenly pulled out of that dream-like state by him.
The one who called him was Garcia, a traitorous general of the Empire who had joined the rebels with a large portion of the Imperial Army after the battle.
Shaka and he had fought on the battlefield many times, but this was the first time they had met in person.
In fact, Garcia's appearance also surprised him. He looked younger than in the photo, tall and sharp. Except for his age, everything else about him was quite consistent with his steady and prudent style of doing things on the battlefield.
It would have been a bit rude not to look too much at this former enemy who is now a friend, although Shajia didn't quite understand how much the second generation of the capital's rich people cared about this.
He forced himself to cheer up, took off his black gloves and shook hands with Garcia. Shaka smiled politely, "I've known you for a long time, but today is the first time we meet. Let me introduce myself. I'm Shaka, currently serving as the first commander of the rebel army. Welcome to join us."
Garcia also had a warm smile on his face. He shook hands quickly and then spoke, "Garcia, I have heard a lot about your name. I wonder where the general will lead us next?"
"Next step?" Shajia sighed. He reached out and took off the pure black robe on his body, handed it to the personal soldier behind him, and walked out of the room first. Garcia didn't understand what he meant, but still followed him out.
When they walked outside, Shajia looked at the soldiers who were busy and orderly around him and said, "There is no rush now. They have been running around for a long time. Let them rest for a few days before we directly attack the imperial capital and the palace."
“It’s all finally over.”
Sha Jia stared at the scene and the familiar people in front of him, and as he looked, tears slowly flowed down his face.
They have sacrificed too much along the way.
It's all over at last.
Garcia silently looked at the young man beside him. Not only Shaka was surprised by him, Garcia was also very surprised by this enemy commander with outstanding abilities and courage.
His face also looked too young, but it was as if an old man lived in his eyes.
Garcia couldn't help but sigh that this young commander had placed too much on his shoulders, so much that his soul could hardly bear it, and he eventually aged very quickly.
Garcia has only met this one person who is so capable and even better than many of his peers, and a feeling of mutual admiration arises naturally.
Unfortunately, can all this really go as he imagined?
Garcia's eyes flashed for a moment, then he turned around and went back to his room.