Call of the Other World: Rebuilding the Glory of Zhenbei

Chapter 31 The setting sun is like blood, iron-blooded murderous spirit
Under the leadership of Ye Changan, the soldiers guarding the Tianlang Pass behind him were like a small boat, rushing into the huge waves.

But it is this small boat that is riding the wind and waves at this time.

Want to destroy everything.

"laugh!"

The Zhenbei Sword is like the scythe of the god of death.

Every elite warrior at Tianlang Pass skillfully made the Yellow Turban bandits' necks hit against the blades of their own swords.

They are the most sophisticated killing machines.

Use the least amount of effort to kill the most enemies.

Wherever Ye Chang'an's troops went, the Yellow Turban rebels fell.

His Heavenly Saint Rifting Halberd was like the god of death's scythe, reaping all lives.

"These people are devils, devils."

"Oh no, the Fourth Master and General Qin are both dead. Let's run away quickly."

"Run away! We can't handle this group of people!"

The deaths of Qin Jian and Qin Hu caused the morale of the Yellow Turban bandits to plummet. Soon, some of the Yellow Turban bandits could not withstand the blow and began to flee.

And one person's escape would inevitably lead to more people running away, and soon, the remaining Yellow Turban bandits also began to flee.

Ye Changan pursued them relentlessly and killed many Yellow Turban bandits in succession.

However, these people fled too quickly, and they were rushing in all directions, so he was powerless to do anything.

At this moment, Ye Changan glanced around and saw a melee on the entire city wall. In this city defense area, almost all the soldiers had to fight with the people who rushed up the city wall.

Both the attackers and defenders had red eyes, determined to take the lives of the enemies in front of them. People kept falling from the towering city walls during the struggle, and blood splattered like a stream, as if the entire Tianlang Pass city wall would be dyed blood red!
Caught in the brutal and cruel war, some young men, who were only thirteen or fourteen years old and still looked very young and immature, could not stop howling.

However, no matter whether they were old or young, women or children, they could never expect any mercy from the enemy on the battlefield, let alone facing those fierce rebel soldiers who were bloodthirsty and chopped by swords and axes. No matter their age or background, they could only become a few pieces of corpses kicked and trampled by countless feet in a pool of blood.
Under the scorching sun, the strong smell of blood and sweat gathered in the air and mixed with each other, mixed with a hint of corpse stench. This pungent smell made people feel nauseous.

The two armies were roaring like thunder and fire, the sounds of swords and killing were endless, wailing and roaring came one after another, the broken limbs and dripping blood seemed to depict the horrific outline of the Avici Hell, the broken military flags swayed in the bloody wind, and the cruelty of the battle was further highlighted against the backdrop of the setting sun.

Time passed slowly, and after two hours of attack, the Yellow Turban Army paid a heavy price.

If we count the soldiers who died on the city walls, the Yellow Turban Army paid the price of 5,000 people on that day alone, and this does not include the wounded and sick!

Qin Hao just watched quietly, as if he was accustomed to death.

His eyes were calm, until he saw the equally youthful and energetic young general on the top of the city wall, then a hint of might appeared in his eyes.

"Cough cough." Qin Hao coughed twice coldly and looked at the handsome man without armor.

He was a man of proud character, wise and talented, and did not look like someone from a humble background at all. Qin Hao even felt that not only was he not poor, but rather he had an unusual loneliness and indifference.

Guo Linzhi stood quietly on the top of the city wall, like a heavy blue brick, motionless. Just by showing up on the battlefield, the morale of the defenders in various places would be boosted.

Wherever he went, the whole city cheered.

The situation, which was originally critical, was completely resolved because of this person's appearance.

"Interesting... Seeing is believing."

"Send the order, retreat!" Qin Hao finally looked back at Tianlang Pass, took a deep breath, and said helplessly. At this point, he had to admit that they might not be able to break through Tianlang Pass today!

If we continue to fight, we will only sacrifice ourselves in vain and it will be a waste of effort in the end.

Instead of doing this, it would be better to retreat decisively and preserve more energy.

The battle to defend Tianlang Pass has almost come to an end.
The increasingly dilapidated Tianlang Pass was filled with traces of brutal battles.

Broken oars were scattered everywhere below the city wall.

If you look down, you can not only see the densely packed corpses, but also have no time to estimate how many corpses are lying there.

The strange smell of the burnt corpse mixed together and floated straight upwards into the mouth and nose, making people frown and cover their noses.

The setting sun looks like blood!

The bright red blood dyed the area outside Tianlang Pass red.

The cold corpses were lying everywhere; the hideous body parts were scattered everywhere.

The scorching sun, unable to bear the bloodshed of the human world, gradually retreated. The deep darkness gradually swallowed up the earth.

The cold evening breeze seems to want to wake everyone up.

The dazzling sunset dyed the blood red, dyed the bloodshot eyes red, and also dyed the restless blood red.

At this moment, on the top of Tianlang Pass, many corpses could no longer be seen in human form, and there was even a smell of blood.

Looking closely at the bloody battlefield, a thin red mist appeared above the defenders of Tianlang Pass. The blood energy that was invisible to the naked eye gathered at an extremely fast speed, gradually growing and turning into a blood mist visible to the naked eye, enveloping and nourishing the more than a thousand soldiers of Tianlang Pass.

An inaudible dark red mist gradually gathered and spread.

This is the iron-blooded murderous spirit, which is also the prototype of the military soul. However, it has not yet developed into the military soul. It is only a matter of time.

The iron-blooded murderous aura is a reflection of the army's training level. It can be cured by more practice. It is an external factor and can exist even without a main general.

One life-and-death battle is equivalent to half a month's overall training for the soldiers at Tianlang Pass!

Indeed, wearing military uniform and fighting on the battlefield is the ultimate romance for men.

"We won, we won..."

On the wall of Tianlang Pass, seeing the Yellow Turban bandits blowing the retreat horn, the entire Tianlang Pass defenders on the wall burst into enthusiastic roars, cheering for this hard-earned victory!

"Won!!"

At this time, bursts of angry roars broke out from the city walls piled with corpses, and those soldiers who had survived the long bloody battle were venting their emotions excitedly.

Although Guo Ju led his troops to kill no less than 5,000 Yellow Turban refugees in this battle, more than 500 of his soldiers were also killed. This was a big blow to Tianlang Pass, which had no more than 6,000 soldiers.

For Qin Hao, who was attacking Tianlang Pass this time, he never imagined that in Tianlang Pass, apart from the divine general who was restrained by Zhang Hua, there was actually a fierce general hidden. This made Qin Hao's dream of conquering Tianlang Pass in one day shattered, but this also aroused Qin Hao's anger.

After all, his dear fourth uncle died on the city wall.

Looks like I have to ask my father for help!

(End of this chapter)