The Demon Swordsman 3
Ch. 22 - The Exit Point
Lan Zhuxian fought against five people at once. No different from the members of the Four Surveillance Units. They are like an endless flood of people. One by one their comrades were killed, countless numbers of soldiers who had been killed. Just as one of the incoming attacks was about to pierce Jun Xiang's eyes, Yun Shan immediately brushed him aside and reversed the attack.
Several core members of the Four Surveillance Units gathered amidst the enemy vortex. Lan Zhuxian, Yun Shan and Jun Xiang.
"Did you guys see Senior Bai?"
Yun Shan shouted as he glanced at the left right quickly, the blood that was seeping profusely from his shoulder he did not care about at all. Jun Xiang and Lan Zhuxian both turned their heads.
"I saw it in the North. But ..."
"It's really a deadly war ..." Jun Xiang was unable to speak anymore. If told to describe how terrible the war was before their eyes, it would be like hell filled with people starving each other. Kill for the sake of being able to win and go home to fill the stomach.
"We must withdraw the troops ... Otherwise either side will die." Yun Shan took a few hesitant steps back.
"Can't!" Lan Zhuxian immediately brushed aside. "If we retreat, those people will advance into the Shang Empire and throw up the war in the cities. Didn't it say before this war started, this war is a war to the end. There's no word of retreat before one of them falls."
Lan Zhuxian did not recall how hungry his stomach was at the moment, nor how tired his body was from facing the enemies. Those who could survive in that second were the remains of a blood-filled human who had a strong survival will.
"really. My father doesn't suggest retreating as an option. Instead of surviving, there we die all made them. We retreat, then the driveway opens."
The miserable situation again made their hearts sliced. All their lives none of them had ever seen a real war. The cries of old men who were tired of fighting, the sound of water ripples filled with blood, or the endless clanking of swords filled their ear holes.
"We are not fighting in vain." Lan Zhuxian's words made both of his friends stunned for a moment. "I'm here for Young Master. Death or life is not a problem for me. But helping him from behind is an obligation I have to do."
Slowly his grip on the sword tightened. Lan Zhuxian steadied his footing back.
"Truly the ending point."
Unexpectedly, on a hill not far from the Northern battlefield had been filled with thousands of archers. They settled into the silent darkness, took their lives in silence and then took aim at the other lives without a doubt.
The troops from the Qing Empire who saw the rain of arrows immediately took cover. At its most terrible one of the arrows shot from a great distance, penetrating the thick shield of a soldier to penetrate the heart.
The incident left the other men wide in disbelief and nearly dropped their shields.
"It's crazy! The people of the Shang Empire have gone mad!"
Simultaneously elsewhere, chaos regained control of the battlefield. Forty stealth birds fluttered around, roaring to sing the song of death. Above them were men in hunter-gatherer clothes carrying bow and heavy loads covered with straw. No one understood what the purpose of the forty stealth birds and hunters were.
The hunters started aiming one by one at his arrows. The affected few could only fall silent, scream in pain and then die with mouths full of black blood. They're poisoned.
One by one the big barrels dropped from above, the hunters aimed at the barrel when it almost touched the ground and then an explosion that instantly made the soldiers below them chaotic.
"It's more about mass murder. What kind of dirty tactic is this?!"
One of the priests behind Zhaohuo protested loudly but there was nothing he could do but look in disbelief.
"Their strategist must be a madman who dares to strip his clothes in front of many people." The others responded while shaking their heads, holding their breath as explosion after explosion managed to destroy the formation.
Zhaohuo finally responded coldly. "The Great Name of the Strategist will perish after seeing this dirty war strategy."