Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 167: Kill the general and defeat the army!

Numa Seka fought one against four, with a calm expression on the surface. He swung his spear like the wind, with heavy shadows of spear, but he was burning with anxiety in his heart.

Because of a fact that has been confirmed since the war began.

The core of this tribal cavalry is not the four clan leaders who besieged him, but the young man Mo Yu, who has an ordinary appearance, introverted temperament, but possesses terrifying fighting power!
The shouts and cries of killing intensified all around, as if a new force had thrust itself into the chaotic battlefield, like a sharp knife, slicing through the tangled web of battle.

Numa used his spear to deflect the two flying axes, his eyes fixed, his heart sinking to the bottom of the valley. It was the imperial weapon of the axe [Belwak]!

"Damn..."

Baltuk would never betray him. When this imperial weapon, the axe, was used against him, it only meant that it had changed its owner.

The sound of horse hooves came slowly in, and the battle circle became quiet as no one dared to disturb it.

The four clan leaders halted their ferocious attacks. Urka, with a fierce glance, turned his horse around and retreated with the other three, leaving space. This slope became the arena for the duel between the two young kings.

This was Numa Seka's first close encounter with Mo Yu, and perhaps also the last.

Numa stared at the unremarkable young hero in front of him, and thought to himself that if he were in his shoes, he would be unworthy of the title of "brave man".

Do you have the courage to lead only 3,000 cavalrymen to attack an army of 100,00

Do you have the courage to lead a thousand cavalry as bait to tie down the enemy's main force?
Do you have the courage to kill generals and destroy the army?

Although I don't want to admit it, the answer has already emerged in my mind.

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He silently took off his forehead protector, stared at the shirtless, blood-soaked boy in front of him, and asked with a wry smile, "Martha, is he dead?"

I don't know when, the flute music that filled the battlefield has disappeared.

"The woman who wielded the imperial flute?" Mo Yu tilted his head, pondered for a moment, and then replied, "She seemed to want to surrender. Unfortunately, my spear was a step too quick. She shouldn't be in any pain, though."

"Is that so... Thank you very much." Numa's smile grew even more bitter. She was the kind of woman who shouldn't have been surprised. She gripped her spear again, a look of determination in her eyes.

Seeing this, Mo Yu swallowed the words of persuasion that he was about to say, and also clenched the spear in his hand tightly.

He clamped down hard on the horse's belly, and the two horses crossed. Numa thrust out his spear, the tip of the spear like a snake spitting out its tongue, aiming straight for Mo Yu's throat. Mo Yu swung his shield and struck it, and just as they were about to collide, the spear unexpectedly changed direction, bypassing the shield, and the brass horn shield hit nothing, bringing up a gust of wind and snow.

Numa Seka recalled the sudden feeling of palpitations just now and realized that there was something wrong with the brass horn shield.

"The Imperial Shield?"

He was confused, but Mo Yu had already turned his horse around and rushed towards him again. Numa suppressed his uneasiness and rushed towards him.

The spear was blocked by the long gun, and the terrifying force was transmitted along the weapon, causing the palms of both sides to tremble.

Mo Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed in his heart. The upper limit of the physical body in Zhan Mei's world is indeed much higher than that in his world. A person without extraordinary power can actually compete with his dragon and tiger power in the third state of reverse life and not be at a disadvantage.

The war horses crossed each other, and Mo Yu suddenly jumped up from the horse's back, his body like an eagle. He turned around and stabbed Numa Seka in the back with a spear, and the sound of breaking wind tore through the sky.

Numa was startled and drew his spear back to block, but he was a beat too late. The spear pierced his shoulder blade, blood splattering. He gritted his teeth and roared, sweeping his spear across, trying to force Mo Yu back.

But no one expected that Mo Yu would abandon the spear, suddenly grab the spear shaft with his right hand, and smash out with the brass horn shield with his left arm, "Crack!" The spear head broke and fragments flew everywhere.

Numa's heart trembled. While the spear in his hand wasn't an imperial weapon, it was still a subordinate weapon, and its sturdiness was not much less than that of an imperial weapon. Yet, it had broken. He had fought alongside this spear for many years, treating it like a comrade. He had no time to grieve now.

Mo Yu's right fist was like a hammer, and the wind was whistling. Numa quickly raised his arm to block it. "Bang!" A huge force came, and his bones broke. He was thrown off his horse and fell to the snow. The warhorse wailed and retreated.

Numa rolled on the snow, and Mo Yu hit him with a brass horn shield. He had no choice but to roll over to avoid it, with snow and mud splashing all over him, looking very embarrassed.

The two men fought on the ground for several moves. Numa stabbed out with his broken spear and tried to counterattack, but Mo Yu seized the opportunity and hit him in the face with his right fist.

Unable to avoid the impact, the immense force blasted through him. "Crack!" His skull shattered, his consciousness already blurred. But he still relied on his last bit of willpower, gritted his teeth, and thrust the broken spear into Mo Yu. The tip of the spear trembled with unyielding determination.

Mo Yu did not dodge or block, his eyes were indifferent. The broken spear had not even gotten three inches away from him when it fell powerlessly, hitting the snow and splashing a scarlet spray.

"My limits are not yet reached." Mo Yu stood in front of the corpse, breathing a little faster, his blood-stained metal right arm trembling slightly, but there was still strong strength remaining in his body.

"Perhaps, in this world, Esdeath is the only one I can defeat." Staring at his blood-stained metal right arm, the icy blue figure appeared in his mind, and he suddenly muttered to himself: "No, that's not right. If I only use physical strength, I should not be her opponent. Perhaps the Imperial Armor is more suitable?"

On the chaotic battlefield, he was daydreaming about all sorts of things, but no one dared to disturb this god of death, no matter friend or foe.

Although the Hu cavalry were numerous, when Numa died, the inspiration of the dream of the imperial instrument of the flute and military music disappeared, and morale collapsed like an avalanche of ice and snow.

Led by the four tribe leaders, including Urka, the tribal cavalry unleashed a terrifying force, their swords and spears swift as the wind, blood and flesh flying everywhere. The first deserter among the Hu cavalry appeared, and without a commander to stabilize the situation in time, the rout spread like a tide, unavoidable.

More than 100,000 people were chased by just over 5,000 people, but they were just like a flock of sheep that scattered in disorder after their leader died. They could not organize any effective resistance force at all.

The shadow of the god of war in the brass horn shield became more and more solid. Under the soul-devouring method of raising a Gu, in just a few days, in terms of cultivation alone, it was no less than that of a Taoist priest who had cultivated for a thousand years.

Its cultivation should have been higher, but it lacked enough followers, the faith of sentient beings needed to restrain and solidify it. Many residual spirits were simply stored within the brass horn shield. Once the number and quality of its followers increased, its cultivation would experience another surge. If Feng Zhenghao had such a 'Yin General' under his wing, he would probably burst out laughing, but Mo Yu didn't show much excitement.

But for him, that's all it is.

This kind of external force is only used for emergency purposes. Mo Yu's real focus is on improving his own strength.

In the way of external alchemy, as long as there are enough resources, you can become stronger quickly.

However, inner alchemy to seek oneself is completely different. Every step of strength improvement is accompanied by hardships and difficulties, and requires the perfection of all aspects of energy and spirit.

If you are not careful, the road may go a little astray, and when you reach the end, you will have to spend more effort to go back and make up for it.

The sun sets in the west and the bright moon rises in the east.

The tribal cavalry's pursuit of the Hu cavalry has not yet ended. After all, the numbers of the two sides are completely not on the same level. No matter how strong the combat power is, even if there are 100,000 pigs, it is impossible to catch them all in one day.

But many wounded were left behind, and the tents that Numa Seka had spent a lot of effort to set up were now all in the hands of Mo Yu.

Winner takes all is the simple yet cruel basic rule of military strategy.

In the main account, Mo Yu looked at the pile of documents on the table in confusion. Chen Duo followed him and poked his gradually softening metal right arm.

Because of his injuries, Urka returned with the first batch of prisoners before sunset. The task of capturing prisoners was given to Buck, who had performed extremely well in the battles.

Mo Yu ignored Chen Duo, whose personality had become noticeably more lively. Instead, he pointed at the pile of documents, turned to look at Urka, and asked, "What is this?"

"These are the military registers, food and fodder accounts, and tribal lists of the Hu cavalry." The blood stains on Urka's face had not yet faded. It was obvious that he had not rested since he came back and had been sorting these things out.

For any ruler, the information recorded in these documents is far more valuable than any treasure.

In a sense, the thick documents on the table can even be regarded as one of the sources of power for the superior.

No matter what era, it is this information barrier that truly blocks the gap between different classes and causes the gap between them to widen.

Although Urka moved all these things here, he didn't dare to look at them.

He casually flipped through a few books, and was dizzy from the densely packed content, but it wasn't that he couldn't understand it.

After all, he is a qualified cattle and horses cultivated by 16 years of rote learning. After graduation, he is engaged in sales work. It is impossible for him not to know how to read financial statements.

But in his eyes, this thing can be regarded as spiritual pollution, and looking at it too much will reduce your sanity.

"You can do whatever you want. As the high priest, I don't hold any real power. As long as you don't betray the warrior's way and recruit more followers of the God of War, I won't care about anything else."

Mo Yu was very single and chose to delegate more power. Although all these things could be handled by Qin Shi, whether it was experience or ability, Qin Shi and Mo Yu could definitely handle everything in an orderly manner.

But, it's not necessary.

The tone he set for the world of Zhan Mei was to treat it as a 'pasture', raising believers in order to cultivate a 'God of War'.

Another unique resource is dangerous species, which are more precise super dangerous species with energy circulation.

Low-level dangerous species are of little significance to him, and it is impossible to let Urka and others hunt super-dangerous species, as that would simply mean letting them die.

In this case, delegating power and becoming the mastermind behind the scenes is the best option for him.

But in order to ensure the better development of the Church of the God of War, it is also to prevent these guys from going astray and maintain their original intentions as warriors.

Mo Yu directly brought out the Qin Dynasty's twenty-level military merit system.

"From now on, if you want to become a follower of the God of War, you must have a military rank. As for the other rewards, you can arrange them accordingly."

"Once your military merits reach level 18, you can become a glorious war god priest and have the right to establish a branch church, that is, a tribe."

Looking at this military merit system, Urka was even more astonished by Mo Yu.

I can only say that the author of "Zhan Mei" just used the First Emperor as a joke when designing the background, and did not grasp the essence of the Qin Dynasty at all.

When theocracy and royal power are superimposed on a system of military merit and nobility, the nation that carries it is still a nomadic civilization.

Even Mo Yu, a modern time traveler, doesn't know what kind of monster will be created when these three buffs are mixed together.

"Whether it's like the Qin or Yuan, as long as they don't go astray and become cowards, it's fine." Mo Yu had unexpectedly low expectations for the Church of the God of War, a country disguised as a church.

However, Mo Yu did not notice the blazing fire burning in Urka's cloudy eyes when he looked at the twenty levels of military merit system.

In his view, Mo Yu was a member of the Luoluo Wu tribe, and the War God Church was founded by Mo Yu. Regardless of whether Mo Yu was willing to take control or not, as the Luoluo Wu tribe's leader, if he could let power fall into someone else's hands, his position as leader would be in vain.

(End of this chapter)