Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 330 The End of the First Day
The black flame prison robe wrapped around Zheng Zha gradually faded.

The extreme darkness receded from the flames, and the magnificent sunlight radiated a dazzling light from the primordial chaos and the dark cave that swallowed everything.

The scarlet blood disappeared from Zheng Zha's eyes, the protruding facial bones returned to their original shape, the sharp fangs were retracted from outside his lips, the bat wings closed together and merged into the body, and the ferocious claws retracted into his hands.

In just a moment, Zheng Zha returned to normal.

No, he hasn't returned to normal yet. The normal Zheng Zha doesn't look like this skeleton.

After waking up, Zheng Zha immediately absorbed energy from the mithril ring to replenish his overdrawn vitality, and cast a guilty look at the woman in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Zhan Lan. I almost did something that I would regret so much that I wanted to die after I woke up. Thank you for stopping me."

"As long as you wake up, I'm not dead, and you're not dead either. Isn't this the best ending?"

Zhan Lan smiled bitterly, and before he could finish his words, he fell backwards.

The fact that the body, which had been hit by Zheng Zha's two palms, could hold on until Zheng Zha woke up was already a miracle of life.

"Zhan Lan!"

Zheng Zha subconsciously wanted to hold Zhan Lan, but he fell down himself. The broken skeleton relied on the super-strong and subtle skills in the rampage state to fight like a normal person.

Now that he had exited his rampage state, every time he moved, his bones shattered all over the ground. Only his head was relatively intact, which rolled a few times and hit Zhan Lan.

"..."

Gunnier and Hoffer gathered together and looked at Zheng Zha's head, their mouths open but unable to say anything.

It's really crazy. Only a head is left alive. It was like this with Wen Lie back then, and it's like this with Zheng Zha now. The vitality of the Zhongzhou team members is too terrifying. They are simply monsters.

"Stop standing there, let's go!"

Ming Yanwei picked up Zheng Zha's head and threw it to Qi Tengyi, then picked up Zhan Lan's body and walked quickly towards the bird-shaped curse spirit that the noose summoned again.

As soon as Qi Teng hugged Zheng Zha's head, the strange feeling made him almost throw the head out of his arms again. Hearing Ming Yanwei's shout, he hurriedly ran to the back of the curse spirit, and Gunnier and Hoffer also jumped on it.

The bird-shaped curse spirit flapped its wings and flew into the air, heading towards Xiangyang City.

At the same time, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and others were also gathering their comrades scattered on the battlefield, taking advantage of the opportunity when the fog dissipated to retreat to Xiangyang City.

The city gates of Xiangyang were wide open.

The fifty thousand strong army deployed a flawless defense using the Eight Diagrams described in Wu Mu's posthumous letter, to support Guo Jing and his companions as they retreated from the depths of the battlefield. Sixty percent of the hundreds of thousands of refugees had already made it into the city alive. By the time Guo Jing and his companions returned, the remaining refugees would have no chance of escaping the battlefield.

However, no one can care about so many things at the moment. When they can't save themselves, they can only save as many as they can. They can't let the people in the city suffer from the Mongolian war for those who cannot be saved.

When Guo Jing and others returned, the mighty Mongolian army came chasing after them like a surging wave.

The soldiers defending the city lined up outside collided with the Mongolian cavalry, and a fierce battle broke out immediately.

Dust was flying and the sound of killing was deafening. The soldiers swung their swords and thrust their spears forward. The golden swords and iron horses flashed with an extremely cold light. For a moment, blood was flying and corpses fell in groups. No one on either side of the battle retreated. Everyone forgot their fear and attacked the enemy fearlessly. Their eyes revealed the determination to drag the enemy into hell even if they died in battle.

However, the largest number of casualties were not soldiers, but refugees who failed to escape into the city in time. The soldiers defending the city had no spare energy to protect them. On this tragic battlefield, the unarmed refugees were the first to die.

Even Guo Jing, at this moment, was unable to do so. He tried his best to fight the Mongolian soldiers in order to buy time for his seriously injured fellow martial artist to return to the city.

The fighting under the city lasted for half an hour. The masters from the Central Plains were exhausted and could only rely on willpower to hold on. Only then did the Mongolian side sound the retreat.

Leaving corpses everywhere, the Mongolian army retreated like the receding tide. The soldiers in Xiangyang leaned on each other to avoid falling down due to exhaustion and inviting another Mongolian attack.

It was not until the Mongolian army retreated more than ten kilometers away, and even martial arts masters could not see their figures clearly, that the soldiers supported each other and walked into the city gate.

The war on this day was extremely brutal.

The Mongolian army suffered no less than 50,000 casualties, the Xiangyang side also lost thousands of soldiers, and even lost dozens of top masters. Even Zhou Botong was seriously injured. After receiving treatment, he needed a few days of rest to recover his full strength.

Although none of the reincarnations died, they were all seriously injured, especially Zheng Zha, Zhan Lan, and Richard, who had to rest for three to seven days before they could return to their peak condition.

Returning to the mansion where they settled, Qi Tengyi anxiously asked Xiao Honglu, "Where's Chu Xuan? Ask where Chu Xuan is? Without Wen Lie, we alone can't withstand the attack of the Mongolian army. Today, the Mongolian army and the Tianshen team didn't give their all, and they retreated after losing a part of their troops. The next time we fight... we won't be able to fight, and we can only defend."

Currently, the only person who could contact Chu Xuan was Xiao Honglu. However, facing Qi Tengyi's request, Xiao Honglu's expression was very heavy. He shook his head and said calmly, "Don't count on Chu Xuan and the others. The imperial court also has strong men. His survival army is being attacked by the imperial army. For at least a month, he won't be able to spare any troops to support us."

Zhan Lan frowned and asked anxiously, "How could this happen? The resources and teammates Chu Xuan took away should have built the strongest army in the world. How could they be held back?"

Xiao Honglu shook his head and sighed deeply, "After all, the imperial court is the legitimate power. With over two hundred years of experience, even if the troops and warriors they can field are inferior to the Mongol army, they are not much worse. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to hold out for decades. Chu Xuan claims he can defeat the imperial court within a month, which is already very efficient."

Haotian also complained: "So, why did Chu Xuan lead his men to fight against the imperial court? Aren't our opponents the Mongolian army and the Celestial Gods? If he divides his forces, we're in danger. If the mission fails, it will be too late to regret it."

Xiao Honglu turned his head and looked at the young man coldly.

Feeling the coldness in Xiao Honglu's eyes, Haotian was startled and asked in a panic, "What's wrong? Ah! I'm not dissatisfied, I'm just a little scared. The captain is missing, and Chu Xuan and the others can't come back. If this continues, the mission may really fail. We can't hold on for much longer on our own."

(End of this chapter)