Chapter 696: Tough Fights in Two Sides!
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Chapter 696: Tough Fights in Two Sides!
Tough Fights in Two Sides! . . . n/.o-/v//e.-l/-b()1-.n
Wenren Chuchu was well aware of the formidable nature of Feng Zhiling's men. The enemy boasted an abundance of audacious assassins, and she couldn't risk her uncle's life. Her priority was not the princess, but Commander Wenren Jianyin. He was the very soul of the army, the linchpin holding the million troops of the Kingdom of Lan-Feng together. His loss would plunge the army into disarray and potentially spell a great defeat.
In her eyes, a foolish commander could lead to the deaths of thousands of soldiers, while a commanderless army was reduced to a chaotic rabble. Regardless of an army's quality, it was ultimately the commander who transformed them into a disciplined force. She couldn't fathom the notion of letting Wenren Jianyin meet his demise.
The soldiers within the camp, under Wenren Jianyin's command, moved in groups, making preparations for an ambush against the forces of the Kingdom of Chen who were converging towards the center. However, the enemy leaders, with their exceptional combat prowess, disrupted any defenses or dangers posed to them.
Wenren Jianyin issued a resounding order: "Gather the elites! We must target their leaders first!" His extensive experience informed him that the real threat lay in these leaders, not the common soldiers. Each of these leaders had the power to contend with ten thousand adversaries single-handedly. Their presence elevated their troops from ordinary individuals to formidable warriors. However, such armies possessed a shared vulnerability: the dependence on their leaders. Should the leaders fall, the squads would be reduced to mere sheep.
The combatants of the Kingdom of Lan-Feng, including superlative cultivators, leaped forth to the central area, fully prepared to execute Wenren Jianyin's command: eliminate the enemy leaders.
On the opposing side, the thundering sound of galloping horses pierced the night's moonlit darkness. The army resembled a furious dragon as it hurtled toward Iron Peak, converging at the gates on all four sides before launching their assault.
Cha Eun Xiao stood atop the wall, surveying the enemy's simultaneous attacks from four directions. For the first time, he bore witness to the merciless nature of war. In this gruesome battle, human lives were regarded with less value than a piece of paper.
Every passing second saw lives snuffed out in the shadows. Soldiers tumbled from the walls. With the deafening sound of a ladder's destruction, warriors plummeted to the ground, only to meet a barrage of arrows, morphing them into pincushions.
Beneath the wall, enemy combatants amassed, while Cha Eun Xiao's men on the wall valiantly defended the tower. Their eyes reflected bloodshot determination. Death was an ever-present specter, with lives extinguished at a relentless pace.
Each sword strike decimated a swath of foes, yet the void was promptly filled by fresh combatants. The relentless cycle persisted, with the area cleared only to be reoccupied by a fresh surge of enemies, highlighting the ceaseless brutality of war.
The floor was strewn with lifeless bodies, and the ranks of the deceased continued to swell. Regardless of their former identities, in death, they were reduced to lifeless corpses or mangled remains of flesh. Life and death teetered on a razor's edge, a mere sliver of time making the distinction. An instant could decree a fate of life or death.
Amidst the chaos, a soldier from the Kingdom of Lan-Feng emerged atop the wall. Clad in impervious armor, arrows merely clung to his protection like pins in a cushion, rendering him a porcupine-like figure. Upon surmounting the wall, he brandished his sword with deadly intent, providing the soldiers behind him with a point of support. More warriors clamored up, fierce and unyielding. As the soldiers of the Kingdom of Chen moved in to repel the invaders, the heavily armored soldier resisted their efforts and threatened to wrest control of the wall from its defenders.
Cha Eun Xiao sighed and soared through the air like a breeze, arrows slicing through the tumultuous atmosphere as he approached. He took aim and expertly propelled the Lan-Feng soldiers who had ascended the wall. Snatching up a spear, he moved with precision along the wall, effortlessly dispatching the ordinary soldiers that had gathered. The fall of over one hundred soldiers spelled the doom for the ladders attempting to breach the wall.
Under Cha Eun Xiao's command, more than one hundred assassins from the Ling-Bao Hall had been strategically placed along the wall. With chilling efficiency, they carved through the oncoming enemies, each assassin confronting a dozen adversaries simultaneously. Cha Eun Xiao continued to race along the wall, obliterating the ladders erected by the enemy forces. A surge of emotions welled up within him.
He mused, [It's no wonder...]
[It's no wonder that veterans of warfare regard death with such indifference. After enduring the harrowing experiences of battle, every minute beyond the battlefield is considered a gift from the heavens.]
[In such circumstances, death doesn't seem so daunting.]
[If even death loses its sting, what is there to fear? After all, what could be worse than perishing amidst a maelstrom of carnage?]
[At least they're still alive.]
[That's a far better outcome than those who perished on the battlefield.]
[This is why those seasoned soldiers exude such unwavering resilience. They've become tough by nature, shaped by the life-and-death struggles they've faced.]
Cha Eun Xiao surged forward like a tempest, completing his rounds along the entirety of the wall in less than an hour. Thousands of enemy-placed ladders were dismantled by his hands.
The soldiers of the Kingdom of Chen witnessed their commander's astounding might, filling them with newfound vigor and exuberance. As hope surged within their hearts, the sky overhead suddenly resonated with an ominous sound. Gazing skyward, Cha Eun Xiao observed countless enormous stones hurtling through the air, akin to a tempest of hailstones.
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Chapter 696: Tough Fights in Two Sides!
Tough Fights in Two Sides! . . . n/.o-/v//e.-l/-b()1-.n
Wenren Chuchu was well aware of the formidable nature of Feng Zhiling's men. The enemy boasted an abundance of audacious assassins, and she couldn't risk her uncle's life. Her priority was not the princess, but Commander Wenren Jianyin. He was the very soul of the army, the linchpin holding the million troops of the Kingdom of Lan-Feng together. His loss would plunge the army into disarray and potentially spell a great defeat.
In her eyes, a foolish commander could lead to the deaths of thousands of soldiers, while a commanderless army was reduced to a chaotic rabble. Regardless of an army's quality, it was ultimately the commander who transformed them into a disciplined force. She couldn't fathom the notion of letting Wenren Jianyin meet his demise.
The soldiers within the camp, under Wenren Jianyin's command, moved in groups, making preparations for an ambush against the forces of the Kingdom of Chen who were converging towards the center. However, the enemy leaders, with their exceptional combat prowess, disrupted any defenses or dangers posed to them.
Wenren Jianyin issued a resounding order: "Gather the elites! We must target their leaders first!" His extensive experience informed him that the real threat lay in these leaders, not the common soldiers. Each of these leaders had the power to contend with ten thousand adversaries single-handedly. Their presence elevated their troops from ordinary individuals to formidable warriors. However, such armies possessed a shared vulnerability: the dependence on their leaders. Should the leaders fall, the squads would be reduced to mere sheep.
The combatants of the Kingdom of Lan-Feng, including superlative cultivators, leaped forth to the central area, fully prepared to execute Wenren Jianyin's command: eliminate the enemy leaders.
On the opposing side, the thundering sound of galloping horses pierced the night's moonlit darkness. The army resembled a furious dragon as it hurtled toward Iron Peak, converging at the gates on all four sides before launching their assault.
Cha Eun Xiao stood atop the wall, surveying the enemy's simultaneous attacks from four directions. For the first time, he bore witness to the merciless nature of war. In this gruesome battle, human lives were regarded with less value than a piece of paper.
Every passing second saw lives snuffed out in the shadows. Soldiers tumbled from the walls. With the deafening sound of a ladder's destruction, warriors plummeted to the ground, only to meet a barrage of arrows, morphing them into pincushions.
Beneath the wall, enemy combatants amassed, while Cha Eun Xiao's men on the wall valiantly defended the tower. Their eyes reflected bloodshot determination. Death was an ever-present specter, with lives extinguished at a relentless pace.
Each sword strike decimated a swath of foes, yet the void was promptly filled by fresh combatants. The relentless cycle persisted, with the area cleared only to be reoccupied by a fresh surge of enemies, highlighting the ceaseless brutality of war.
The floor was strewn with lifeless bodies, and the ranks of the deceased continued to swell. Regardless of their former identities, in death, they were reduced to lifeless corpses or mangled remains of flesh. Life and death teetered on a razor's edge, a mere sliver of time making the distinction. An instant could decree a fate of life or death.
Amidst the chaos, a soldier from the Kingdom of Lan-Feng emerged atop the wall. Clad in impervious armor, arrows merely clung to his protection like pins in a cushion, rendering him a porcupine-like figure. Upon surmounting the wall, he brandished his sword with deadly intent, providing the soldiers behind him with a point of support. More warriors clamored up, fierce and unyielding. As the soldiers of the Kingdom of Chen moved in to repel the invaders, the heavily armored soldier resisted their efforts and threatened to wrest control of the wall from its defenders.
Cha Eun Xiao sighed and soared through the air like a breeze, arrows slicing through the tumultuous atmosphere as he approached. He took aim and expertly propelled the Lan-Feng soldiers who had ascended the wall. Snatching up a spear, he moved with precision along the wall, effortlessly dispatching the ordinary soldiers that had gathered. The fall of over one hundred soldiers spelled the doom for the ladders attempting to breach the wall.
Under Cha Eun Xiao's command, more than one hundred assassins from the Ling-Bao Hall had been strategically placed along the wall. With chilling efficiency, they carved through the oncoming enemies, each assassin confronting a dozen adversaries simultaneously. Cha Eun Xiao continued to race along the wall, obliterating the ladders erected by the enemy forces. A surge of emotions welled up within him.
He mused, [It's no wonder...]
[It's no wonder that veterans of warfare regard death with such indifference. After enduring the harrowing experiences of battle, every minute beyond the battlefield is considered a gift from the heavens.]
[In such circumstances, death doesn't seem so daunting.]
[If even death loses its sting, what is there to fear? After all, what could be worse than perishing amidst a maelstrom of carnage?]
[At least they're still alive.]
[That's a far better outcome than those who perished on the battlefield.]
[This is why those seasoned soldiers exude such unwavering resilience. They've become tough by nature, shaped by the life-and-death struggles they've faced.]
Cha Eun Xiao surged forward like a tempest, completing his rounds along the entirety of the wall in less than an hour. Thousands of enemy-placed ladders were dismantled by his hands.
The soldiers of the Kingdom of Chen witnessed their commander's astounding might, filling them with newfound vigor and exuberance. As hope surged within their hearts, the sky overhead suddenly resonated with an ominous sound. Gazing skyward, Cha Eun Xiao observed countless enormous stones hurtling through the air, akin to a tempest of hailstones.
Chapter 696: Tough Fights in Two Sides! Tough Fights in Two Sides! . . . n/.o-/v//e.-l/-b1-.nWenren Chuchu was well aware of the formidable nature of Feng Zhiling's men. The enemy boasted an abundance of audacious assassins, and she couldn't risk her uncle's life. Her priority was not the princess, but Commander Wenren Jianyin. He was the very soul of the army, the linchpin holding the million troops of the Kingdom of Lan-Feng together. His loss would plunge the army into disarray and potentially spell a great defeat. In her eyes, a foolish commander could lead to the deaths of thousands of soldiers, while a commanderless army was reduced to a chaotic rabble. Regardless of an army's quality, it was ultimately the commander who transformed them into a disciplined force. She couldn't fathom the notion of letting Wenren Jianyin meet his demise. The soldiers within the camp, under Wenren Jianyin's command, moved in groups, making preparations for an ambush against the forces of the Kingdom of Chen who were converging towards the center. However, the enemy leaders, with their exceptional combat prowess, disrupted any defenses or dangers posed to them. Wenren Jianyin issued a resounding order: "Gather the elites! We must target their leaders first!" His extensive experience informed him that the real threat lay in these leaders, not the common soldiers. Each of these leaders had the power to contend with ten thousand adversaries single-handedly. Their presence elevated their troops from ordinary individuals to formidable warriors. However, such armies possessed a shared vulnerability: the dependence on their leaders. Should the leaders fall, the squads would be reduced to mere sheep. The combatants of the Kingdom of Lan-Feng, including superlative cultivators, leaped forth to the central area, fully prepared to execute Wenren Jianyin's command: eliminate the enemy leaders. On the opposing side, the thundering sound of galloping horses pierced the night's moonlit darkness. The army resembled a furious dragon as it hurtled toward Iron Peak, converging at the gates on all four sides before launching their assault. Cha Eun Xiao stood atop the wall, surveying the enemy's simultaneous attacks from four directions. For the first time, he bore witness to the merciless nature of war. In this gruesome battle, human lives were regarded with less value than a piece of paper. Every passing second saw lives snuffed out in the shadows. Soldiers tumbled from the walls. With the deafening sound of a ladder's destruction, warriors plummeted to the ground, only to meet a barrage of arrows, morphing them into pincushions. Beneath the wall, enemy combatants amassed, while Cha Eun Xiao's men on the wall valiantly defended the tower. Their eyes reflected bloodshot determination. Death was an ever-present specter, with lives extinguished at a relentless pace. Each sword strike decimated a swath of foes, yet the void was promptly filled by fresh combatants. The relentless cycle persisted, with the area cleared only to be reoccupied by a fresh surge of enemies, highlighting the ceaseless brutality of war. The floor was strewn with lifeless bodies, and the ranks of the deceased continued to swell. Regardless of their former identities, in death, they were reduced to lifeless corpses or mangled remains of flesh. Life and death teetered on a razor's edge, a mere sliver of time making the distinction. An instant could decree a fate of life or death. Amidst the chaos, a soldier from the Kingdom of Lan-Feng emerged atop the wall. Clad in impervious armor, arrows merely clung to his protection like pins in a cushion, rendering him a porcupine-like figure. Upon surmounting the wall, he brandished his sword with deadly intent, providing the soldiers behind him with a point of support. More warriors clamored up, fierce and unyielding. As the soldiers of the Kingdom of Chen moved in to repel the invaders, the heavily armored soldier resisted their efforts and threatened to wrest control of the wall from its defenders. Cha Eun Xiao sighed and soared through the air like a breeze, arrows slicing through the tumultuous atmosphere as he approached. He took aim and expertly propelled the Lan-Feng soldiers who had ascended the wall. Snatching up a spear, he moved with precision along the wall, effortlessly dispatching the ordinary soldiers that had gathered. The fall of over one hundred soldiers spelled the doom for the ladders attempting to breach the wall. Under Cha Eun Xiao's command, more than one hundred assassins from the Ling-Bao Hall had been strategically placed along the wall. With chilling efficiency, they carved through the oncoming enemies, each assassin confronting a dozen adversaries simultaneously. Cha Eun Xiao continued to race along the wall, obliterating the ladders erected by the enemy forces. A surge of emotions welled up within him. He mused, It's no wonder... It's no wonder that veterans of warfare regard death with such indifference. After enduring the harrowing experiences of battle, every minute beyond the battlefield is considered a gift from the heavens. In such circumstances, death doesn't seem so daunting. If even death loses its sting, what is there to fear? After all, what could be worse than perishing amidst a maelstrom of carnage? At least they're still alive. That's a far better outcome than those who perished on the battlefield. This is why those seasoned soldiers exude such unwavering resilience. They've become tough by nature, shaped by the life-and-death struggles they've faced. Cha Eun Xiao surged forward like a tempest, completing his rounds along the entirety of the wall in less than an hour. Thousands of enemy-placed ladders were dismantled by his hands. The soldiers of the Kingdom of Chen witnessed their commander's astounding might, filling them with newfound vigor and exuberance. As hope surged within their hearts, the sky overhead suddenly resonated with an ominous sound. Gazing skyward, Cha Eun Xiao observed countless enormous stones hurtling through the air, akin to a tempest of hailstones.
