Zhao Xiong originally thought that by isolating those few soldiers, the army would not be affected, but to his surprise, the matter still spread like wildfire in Mingzhou City, and almost all of the 50,000-strong army believed the ghost messenger's story.
Morale was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, drifting away in disarray, so low it was suffocating.
Zhao Xiong's long-suppressed anger erupted instantly, like a raging flame that broke through the shackles of reason.
He was furious and strode forward to the room where the soldiers were being isolated.
The door was suddenly pushed open in front of him, the wooden door creaking loudly. Without saying a word, Zhao Xiong drew his sword from his waist, the blade flashing, and swung it down mercilessly.
Instantly, blood splattered like a fountain, staining the walls and the floor red, turning the entire room into a living hell.
The adjutant rushed over, pushed open the door, and the sight that met his eyes made him take a deep breath. His heart tightened, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat.
The room was filled with blood. All the mentally unstable soldiers who had returned earlier had been killed, their bodies twisted like torn rag dolls, a gruesome sight.
“Your Majesty!” The adjutant’s voice was low and trembling, his face pale. “If the brothers below find out about this, it will probably cause trouble.”
Zhao Xiong knew in his heart that his actions were extreme, but at this moment his anger was like a raging flood, and he could not control himself.
His face was contorted with murderous intent, his eyes burning like flames, as he angrily declared, "Order the entire army: if anyone dares to discuss ghosts or monsters again, kill them without mercy!"
Upon hearing this, the adjutant was stunned, as if struck by lightning. Seeing that Zhao Xiong was in a fit of anger, he dared not say anything more and could only turn around and leave the room.
Not long after, Zhao Xiong planted soldiers in the army to monitor them. In just three days, nearly a thousand people were killed for discussing ghosts and monsters in private.
Now, the soldiers in the army were convinced of the existence of ghosts and monsters, and were filled with fear and unease, afraid that they might be dragged away and beheaded if they were not careful.
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At night, dark clouds obscured the moonlight. Chen Zhennan stood on the mountaintop outside Mingzhou City, a cold wind blowing around him.
"Remember, if it doesn't work, save your own life first. Two hundred against fifty thousand, and with cold weapons no less, this is the first time I've ever done this."
Beside him, Yan Shiyu, with a serious expression, reached out and put a black cloak on his head, then slowly drew the long sword from his back.
"I've remembered the commander's words. No one is to make a sound. The wounded must retreat immediately as reserves. Move out!"
At Yan Shiyu's command, the two hundred men dispersed, their figures disappearing into the darkness as they headed towards Mingzhou City.
Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu, like ghosts in the night, silently lurked beneath the city walls of Mingzhou.
Their black clothes looked particularly mysterious in the dark, cloud-shrouded night, with only the faint moonlight filtering through the clouds to illuminate their tense figures.
"Let's do it."
Chen Zhennan said something in a low voice, and Yan Shiyu, standing beside him, nodded slightly. His grappling hook, like a sharp claw, swung upwards with a sharp crack, gripping the edge of the city wall tightly. The two of them shot up like arrows, quickly climbing upwards.
As they scaled the city wall, the two drew their swords, the blades gleaming coldly in the dim light, emitting a soft hum.
"Enemy attack!"
A soldier suddenly screamed, shattering the silence of the night and instantly attracting the attention of the other soldiers.
The soldiers immediately ran towards Chen Zhennan, but when they saw Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu, their expressions changed from surprise to fear. They screamed in terror and completely forgot about attacking.
A ruthless glint flashed across Chen Zhennan's face. He stepped forward, his movements as swift as lightning. The long sword in his hand drew a deadly arc, directly severing the head of one of the soldiers.
Blood spurted out, splashing onto the faces of other soldiers, instantly triggering near-hysterical screams.
Some of the soldiers, trembling, gripped their spears and surrounded the group; their hands were shaking, and they dared not attack.
Yan Shiyu suddenly raised his long sword, his figure blurred, and he moved among the soldiers like a ghost, killing three people in the blink of an eye.
His swordsmanship was sharp and precise, each strike aimed directly at the vital points without any hesitation.
The remaining soldiers all shouted and ran down the city walls. Their steps were disordered, and fear completely robbed them of the courage to fight.
At the same time, shouts came from the city wall not far away, and Chen Zhennan knew that his men had come up.
More than two hundred special forces soldiers, like ghosts in the night, silently scaled the city wall and launched a bloody massacre.
Under Chen Zhennan's command, their movements were swift and decisive. Apart from the slight sound of footsteps, there was almost no sound. Even their breathing was deliberately suppressed, as if they were a group of silent death gods from hell.
Meanwhile, Zhao Xiong was sound asleep when he was suddenly awakened by the piercing scream.
He sat up abruptly, a sense of unease rising in his heart. He rolled out of bed, quickly donned his armor, grabbed the sword from beside his bed, and ran towards the door.
The moment the door was pushed open, the adjutant rushed in, his face as pale as paper, his voice trembling: "Your Majesty, there are ghost messengers killing people on the city wall, and they are attacking into the city!"
Zhao Xiong's heart sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and cold sweat immediately slid down his forehead.
After a moment, Zhao Xiong tried to regain some composure and shouted, "All troops, prepare for battle!"
Zhao Xiong's voice was loud, but his adjutant hesitated, gritting his teeth as he said, "Your Majesty, the army cannot assemble, and the brothers are all fleeing for their lives! I have already given the order, but it is completely useless!"
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