Chapter 429: Chapter 222: Desperate Battle_3
Translator: 549690339
Just as the city began to stir, a bloody massacre was quietly unfolding in the Western Camp.
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The wilderness outside the Western Camp was not very vast.
Leading his army, Yang Jing approached the camp in a short time, quickly reaching the area a hundred steps away from it.
Then, he spent a little more time organizing the troops, so that what was originally a somewhat chaotic formation was once again in order.
“Attack!”
Seeing that his army was ready, Yang Jing didn’t hesitate and ordered the war chariot to charge towards the enemy’s camp.
Behind him, thousands of armored sharp knights also moved instantly, not carrying any siege equipment but at most a ladder, following the charge.
Seeing this domineering posture, the Zhou defenders on the walls were taken aback, and some veteran soldiers, staring at the war chariot at the front, began to show fear.
As elite soldiers of the Zhou, many veterans had seen and heard of Inborn Grandmasters slaughtering in all directions, like mowing down soldiers’ lives like grass.
Now the Zhou people were attacking the camp without bringing any siege weapons.
Even the one leading the charge was a war chariot, more symbolic than practical, and it seemed that it was carrying a Yue commander.
A commander charging at the front meant something, and the more experienced veteran soldiers understood it in their hearts.
And so.
As the war chariot approached the gate closer and closer, some clever veteran soldiers were already beating the retreat drum and trying to escape.
But before they could take action under the watch of the military officer, Yang Jing had already reached the camp gate.
“Shoot! Shoot him!”
“Throw stones at him! Crush him!”
The Zhou military officer guarding the gate, seeing the war chariot getting closer and closer, roared.
The surrounding soldiers immediately responded.
The sound of bows trembling filled the air, and then hundreds of arrows flew towards the oncoming war chariot.
However, just as the arrows reached the war chariot, a white lotus, tens of meters wide, bloomed inside it with layers of petals wrapping around it, blocking the incoming arrows in an instant.
Despite the rain of arrows outside, the war chariot remained unscathed under the protection of the white lotus.
In a blink of an eye, the war chariot had reached the entrance of the camp.
Seeing this, the Zhou soldiers on the wall wanted to pour molten gold and unleash rolling logs downwards.
But before they could throw their hands, the white lotus, which had originally wrapped the war chariot, suddenly bloomed.
The white lotus shimmered as countless droplets sprayed out in all directions.
The droplets seemed to weigh a thousand pounds each, as any soldiers and walls they touched turned into dust.
With a rumbling sound and amid the smoke, the gate of the Zhou’s western camp disappeared, leaving a gap more than ten meters wide in its place.
As for the hundred or so defenders at the gate, they were all buried under the dust, their corpses strewn about in a mess.
“Kill!”
With a single blow, Yang Jing broke through the gate and laughed loudly as he looked at the terrified Zhou soldiers. He then drove the war chariot towards a place where there were more Zhou people.
As they saw this killing machine coming, the Zhou’s formation in that position began to waver.
But with military discipline pressing down, even if they knew they were facing death, these soldiers did not collapse immediately. Instead, they continued to put up a desperate fight, with faces resigned to death.
Yang Jing, however, did not care about this.
It was even better for him that these Zhou people did not retreat.
When he rushed closer, he could kill more of them, and it wouldn’t take much effort anyway.
The war chariot charged, as Yang Jing plunged headfirst into the formation, followed by the blooming white lotus, which carried a mist of blood with it.
Amid countless screams, the formation of Zhou people finally collapsed.
At the same time, the thousands of armored soldiers who had followed Yang Jing’s charge actually entered the camp through the gap he had created.
They exchanged blows with the shaken Zhou soldiers.
By now, if no reinforcements arrived, the fall of the camp was only a matter of time.
“The Yue commander attacking the city is an Inborn Grandmaster, quickly ask the Grand General for help!”
Wei Yan, hiding in the army, saw Yang Jing wreaking havoc everywhere and his eyes filled with anger, shouted at the guard beside him.
At that moment, the guard looked panicked and hurriedly left.
In a short while, the news reached the city.
Gui Lianyun, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up upon hearing the news: “As expected, it’s Yang Jing. All soldiers, follow me to the west and rescue General Wei!”
In an instant, the already prepared five thousand elites followed Gui Lianyun towards the western city.
Military matters were urgent, and in a short while, they reached the entrance of the western city.
However, at this moment, another cavalryman came running in panic from the south of the city.
“Reporting to the general, a large Yue army has appeared in the south, led by a woman who is skilled in using poisonous gas. With a wave of her hand, she took the lives of hundreds of people.
General Zheng guessed that this should be the Poison Sect’s monster, Lan Cai’er.
This is an Inborn Grandmaster. The southern camp cannot hold. Please, General, hurry to help.”
The rider was lying on the ground, his voice trembling, and his panicked expression clearly showed that he was terrified by the Inborn monster in his mouth.
“Lan Cai’er?”
Upon hearing this news, Gui Lianyun felt his vision go black, knowing that he had encountered the worst situation.
There was not just one Inborn Grandmaster among the Yue people, but two.
‘I have to fight for my life.’
Realizing this, Gui Lianyun turned his head and glared at the rider, viciously saying, “You tell Zheng Chuan, even if it means fighting for his life, he has to hold off Lan Cai’er for half a day.
Within half a day, I will eliminate the enemy in the west and go to the south to deal with Lan Cai’er.
No matter what, he has to hold on until then.”
Both Yang Jing and Lan Cai’er were newly promoted grandmasters who had only broken through in the past few years
Although Gui Lianyun had not been an Inborn for long, he had been one for more than a decade longer than the two of them, and his skills were deeper.
If he went all out, it was not impossible to defeat Yang Jing in half a day.
However, doing so would mean fighting for his life.
Gui Lianyun’s heart was filled with a bitter sense of helplessness and resignation.