vstars Chapter 178 Picking Up a Demoness
Chapter 178 Picking Up a Demoness
Everyone on the ship held their breath, and there was not a sound.
Few people have probably ever seen a scene of tens of thousands of people facing off, filling the area outside the city.
The boats were on the river, still some distance from the battlefield, but the tense atmosphere before the great battle had already completely affected everyone.
No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you are still just one person. Faced with so many weapons, who wouldn't be shocked?
What lay before them was not a forest of tens of thousands of trees, but a battlefield of tens of thousands of living people, wielding weapons and filled with murderous intent, waiting to fight and slay.
Imagine a meat grinder made of human heads and swords; who could ignore it?
Yang Silang, Wang Daniu, and Zhou Mingxuan all gathered on the gunwale.
The boat captain gave them the best spot.
He was also bold, ordering the sailors to stop rowing and letting the river push the boat slowly.
"I wonder when they started fighting..." The boat captain couldn't help but complain as he watched the two sides merely stand their ground without engaging in battle.
Sudden.
A long, drawn-out horn sounded from above the city walls.
As the ranks of officers and soldiers split up, a heavily armored cavalry force, men and horses alike, charged out. At the head of the force was a fierce general, who held a long-handled bronze hammer in each hand, the hammers being about the size of a human head.
With a buzzing sound, he led his team forward in a triangular formation, carving a river of blood straight through the enemy's vanguard!
When a pair of copper hammers are swung, they can break bones or blow off heads; no one can withstand even a single blow.
He was clad in heavy armor, and a faint red aura emanated from his body, almost completely enveloping him; he was a grandmaster.
The master led his heavily armored cavalry to charge the enemy, while the opposing bandit vanguard was a rabble wielding nothing more than wooden sticks, unable to even break through armor plates.
The bandits of the Grandmaster Brigade, unable to outrun four legs, were knocked and dragged away, turning into muddy flesh and blood on the ground, and had already gone to meet the King of Hell.
The bandits on both sides let out a commotion and, as if by prior agreement, all ran back!
The crowd surged and fled in all directions, even hindering the pursuit of the government troops. The frantic people ran indiscriminately, some even trampling the scattered cavalry into mincemeat and perishing together.
Some of the fleeing bandits rushed towards the veterans' camp in the rear of the bandit army.
Under that exaggerated banner, a general simply drew his sword, shouted, and issued several orders.
Immediately, several cavalry units of about a hundred men rode out, drew their swords, and drove the surging crowd to both sides.
The fleeing bandits then discovered that behind them were the iron cavalry of the government, their bodies turning into blood and mud that covered the ground, their attacks like a series of heavy hammer blows.
In front of them were their own men hacking and slashing with sabers, heads flying everywhere, like a cold, hard anvil, not allowing them to retreat even a step.
They cried until their tears ran dry, their voices grew hoarse, their flesh and blood turned to mud and spread across the earth, only to be mixed into the dust.
The bandits who broke camp and fled were driven away by the veterans with swords and knives, avoiding the rear camp and escaping to both ends.
at this time.
The heavily armored cavalrymen in front had swept across half the battlefield and were no longer in their former glory.
The "King of Sweeping" banner immediately began to wave.
A dozen or so cavalry regiments gathered together, their hooves pounding the ground as they galloped forward. They started as a slow trot, gradually forming four or five horizontal lines as they ran, resembling four or five large walls stretching across the plain, a truly awe-inspiring sight.
The first man, wielding a large axe, had boiling blood energy emanating from his body like a thin mist enveloping him; he was also a Mercury Blood Grandmaster!
He shouted repeatedly, his great axe spinning as if it were nothing, cleaving several fleeing soldiers who ran right in front of him in two with a single stroke, from top to bottom, leaving both sides neatly cut in half, demonstrating his astonishing control.
The personal guards behind this axe master followed closely behind, almost forming a straight line, and were clearly all elites.
The two cavalry groups were about to collide.
On the ship's side, everyone tensed up and held their breath.
Yang Silang was also unsure which side would win.
The master of twin hammers suddenly swung his hammers, letting out a thunderous roar.
"Victory!"
The cavalry behind him responded with a thunderous roar, echoing their commander's call.
"Victory!"
Several thousand elite cavalrymen shouted in unison, their qi and blood flowing together, turning the surrounding area into a world of faint red mist.
From Yang Silang's spiritual perspective.
This temporary surge of energy, created by the collective shout, resembled a vast ocean, swirling in the air, embodying both their prayers for victory and their thirst for slaughter.
This vast ocean of energy and blood contains a desire for victory and a heart for slaughter, terrifying to the extreme, almost equivalent to suddenly pulling the sun down to the ground.
Yang Silang looked at the bandits opposite him again.
Although the axe-wielding master reacted extremely quickly, leading the shouts of "Invincible!"
However, he lost the initiative, and the opposing master of the double hammers had already launched a fierce attack with his personal guards, so the Sweeper King's cavalry could only shout less.
Yang Silang used his spiritual sense to observe the heads of the cavalry.
Some qi and blood condense into a vast ocean, violent and bloodthirsty, surging rapidly.
The two streams of energy and blood surged together, causing the heavens and earth to collapse.
Yang Silang's soul immediately closed its eyes in his Niwan Palace.
At that moment, he felt as if he were gazing at the round sun.
At that moment, he felt as if he were gazing at the round sun.
"Huh...it looks like someone accidentally wandered into that vast ocean and fell from the sky."
"I must be seeing things."
What he saw through his physical eyes was two cavalry forces clashing fiercely on the ground, fighting each other without a clear victor.
The two masters each displayed their martial arts skills. They were highly skilled warriors who coordinated perfectly with their mounts and were adept at using their mounts' strength.
The clanging of hammers and axes could be clearly heard in every corner of the battlefield.
The two grandmasters fought fiercely, and their cavalrymen also engaged in a bloody slaughter, turning the battlefield into a carnage where countless people fell every moment.
Although the government cavalry were well-organized, they had only charged halfway and were no longer at their peak strength, while the bandit cavalry, having rested and prepared, gained a significant advantage.
Therefore, although the government cavalry made a strong initial impression and appeared formidable, in actual combat, the two sides ended up in a stalemate.
The two teams became completely absorbed in the battle.
Yang Silang then observed from the perspective of spiritual perception.
The two seas of qi and blood in the air clashed and collided, surging more and more violently.
Just now.
The sound of horns rang out again from the city walls!
"Kill them!"
The city gates swung open, and over a thousand cavalrymen charged out.
They were all armored, but less than one-tenth of their horses were armored, making them inferior to the elite government cavalry of the past. However, their timing was too perfect.
It was like two giants locked in a life-or-death struggle when suddenly a dwarf ran out from one of them, stabbed himself in the ankle with a dagger, and barely scraped the skin off.
The injury wasn't serious or fatal, but it became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
boom!
Yang Silang noticed that the pool of blood and qi above the Sweeping King cavalryman's head suddenly became chaotic, then dissipated in large patches, receding into a lake that was still shrinking.
on the ground.
They saw that the government had sent another cavalry reinforcement.
The bandit cavalry, who were originally still able to fight, some fought to the death and continued to push forward desperately; some had their eyes wander and began to look for a way out; and some suddenly became weak and their skills were greatly reduced.
Placed across the entire battlefield.
The bandit cavalry, who had been rampaging through the land and showing no signs of defeat just moments before, suddenly collapsed.
Several hundred cavalrymen escorted one man as they fled, breaking through the battlefield and leaving tens of thousands of soldiers behind.
As for the axe-wielding master, he paid the price of having his shoulder broken by a single blow, and fled in panic with dozens of his personal guards to follow the Sweeping King.
On the battlefield.
The Sweeper King escaped.
The army immediately scattered, and fleeing people were scattered all over the land. Many even ran confusedly towards the riverbank.
Soon, a sea of dark heads crowded onto the river outside the dock.
Ironically, many of them couldn't swim at all, yet they were swept up in the crowd's emotions and fled into the river, losing their lives in the process.
Some of the swimmers saw boats on the riverbank and immediately swam over as fast as they could.
"Spread them further, spread them further..."
The boat captain was so frightened that he hurriedly ordered the boat to move further away from the shore.
So many people want to get on the ship. Putting aside safety, we shouldn't even get involved with these bandits, let alone a group of bandits who have lost a battle.
On the battlefield.
The armored cavalry killed the bandit cavalrymen who had not yet escaped with almost no effort.
These formidable opponents, who were evenly matched with them just moments before, are now easy prey. After all, one against many is bound to lose no matter how they fight.
at the same time.
The infantry outside the city began to move out and surround the bandits who had been abandoned by the Sweeper King. Large numbers of the bandits knelt down and kowtowed.
In this clash, the government ultimately prevailed.
Cheers erupted from the crowd on the ship's side; after all, they were all subjects of the Great Shun Dynasty, and no one wanted to see the government fall.
After all, even the worst order is still order.
After a resounding victory.
It took the government several hours just to collect the spoils of war and escort prisoners of war.
The captain and the crew discussed it and decided not to sail any further. They anchored at the dock, since the next place to resupply was too far away, and it was most suitable to replenish supplies in the provincial capital anyway, especially since a shipment was going to be delivered there anyway.
night.
The city gates were heavily guarded after the great battle.
Fortunately, Zhou Mingxuan, Yang Silang, and Wang Daniu all had travel permits. In particular, Zhou and Wang were martial arts candidates going to the capital for the imperial examinations, so they entered the city smoothly without any difficulties.
Zhou Mingxuan, familiar with the place, led the two men and Da Qing to the outside of a very grand mansion that occupied the entire street, and asked them to wait a moment.
After a while.
A commotion arose inside.
Yang Silang and Wang Daniu exchanged a glance, feeling puzzled. Wasn't this young lady being a bit too enthusiastic?
The door slammed open.
Zhou Mingxuan was pushed out by several servants, sweat beading on his forehead and his clothes slightly dirty, as if he had just been in a fight.
Wang Daniu asked what exactly happened.
Zhou Mingxuan muttered something.
"It's only been six months since I last saw her, and she didn't even tell me she got married..."
"You made me get beaten up for nothing."
"If I hadn't stopped, none of them could have withstood a single blow from me..."
Without the enthusiastic locals to guide them, Zhou Mingxuan led the two to a restaurant for a big meal, and Wang Daniu even brought half a jar of wine for Daqing.
Spending some money can help you relax.
Because it was still wartime, there was a curfew at night.
The group managed to leave the city before the gates closed and return to their ship.
Yang Silang is now enjoying the privilege of sleeping alone in the largest and most luxurious cabin on the ship.
He opened the hatch, rubbed his eyes, and felt like he was seeing things.
On the bed lay a slender woman, dressed in white, her face pale and pitiful, which made one's heart ache.
With her delicate eyebrows, phoenix eyes, elegant nose, and red lips, she possessed a natural air of nobility. Dressed in flowing white robes, the bloodstains on her chest were shocking, making her appear like a sickly fairy.
Yang Silang's eyes twitched, and he took a half step back out of the cabin door. His heart was pounding, and he muttered something under his breath.
"Oops... I've had too much to drink, I've come to the wrong door..."
He was about to take the opportunity to withdraw.
The woman on the bed chuckled, her delicate demeanor vanishing. With a flick of her sleeve, a water sleeve flashed out, wrapping Yang Silang tightly and instantly pulling him onto the bed to lie down beside her.
The woman bent her head and squinted, placing one hand on Yang Silang's chest and gently drawing circles with interest. A light shone in her eyes, and her voice sounded magnetic.
"You recognize me?"
"Have we met before?"
Yang Silang was terrified and his mind was in a daze. He was about to blurt out his true thoughts, but the rapidly spinning halo of merit was of no use.
He quickly shook his head.
"Fairy Mo, I don't recognize you... We've never met before..."