Bamboo Mound

As he got closer to the hill, he could vaguely hear shouts.

But when he stepped into the air again, he still saw nothing.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, when he reached the top of the mountain, the shouts from afar were as loud as dozens of people shouting in a room at the same time!

With a slight, persistent tremor, he looked around and found that the forest in front of him no longer stretched out endlessly as in other directions.

Instead, after a stretch of land, the traces of a plain are revealed in the distance.

However, all that can be seen is that there are no more trees there. As for what is behind it, it is all blocked by the forest and cannot be seen clearly.

He continued running in that direction, and as he got closer, the shouts of battle grew louder and louder, becoming clearer.

At the same time, a faint smell of blood wafted through the air.

"War..." he murmured.

"Let's observe from the side. Don't rush over and get mistaken for an enemy."

Having made up his mind, Ning Chang began to keep track of the distance.

After another half incense stick's time, he stopped at the edge of the forest, hid in the treetops, and concealed himself with the leaves.

At this distance, the shouts of battle were deafening, the air was shrouded in a reddish hue, and the stench of blood was so strong that one could not help but smell it even if they held their breath!

Fortunately, the smell of blood gradually increased as he approached, which cushioned his reaction and prevented him from reacting too strongly, but it was still not a pleasant experience.

He covered his ears with his spiritual power and adjusted his posture to prevent his legs from going numb from the shock before carefully looking ahead.

On the plain ahead, soldiers in military uniforms and on horseback filled the entire field of vision!

The two armies had been fighting for some time. The right-hand army's battle flag was hanging horizontally, with the character "Chu" written on it in blood-red gold, and a black background with red borders, and one side had black tassels.

On the left is a vertically hanging flag with a dark green "Han" character in the center. The flag is light green with a black border and has an inverted triangle shape at the bottom without any tassels.

At the handover site, the bodies clad in armor were piled up in more than one layer.

New infantry and horses kept falling, trampled into pieces by the subsequent attackers, who then fell one after another, merging into the pool of iron and flesh.

Cavalry was relatively few, but only compared to infantry.

But whether cavalry or infantry, they all carried long spears, or lances or forks. Only some cavalry would take a halberd, but in the narrow space of the battlefield, they might not be able to swing it for long before being pulled off their horses by the enemy.

Seeing this, Ning Chang couldn't help but wonder, "This doesn't make sense. If it's like this, isn't it just a matter of numbers? What's the point of fighting then?"

Most infantrymen on the field could only manage a one-for-one exchange; they would thrust out a gun, but before they could pull it out, they would be stabbed down by the enemy.

"Are they not treating these mortals as human beings? Or is this intentional? And why don't they seem afraid of death at all?"

Upon further sensing, he discovered that there wasn't a single Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator among the two armies; they were all mortals.

The way the battle was fought was even more bizarre to him. Even in the ancient times of his original world, there had never been a war fought in this way!

When two countries go to war, it is ultimately nothing more than a conflict between their rulers over resources and land. No matter how absurd it may seem, it is still just a conflict between their monarchs.

But right now, he felt as if this was a war whose sole purpose was to kill these soldiers!

It's like... "blood sacrifice!?"

The moment the guess was formed, he unilaterally accepted it; otherwise, with his experience, he could not have seen any other reason.

"But... what realm requires such a large-scale blood sacrifice to advance? After the fetal heartbeat? But considering the difference in realms, it shouldn't be necessary..."

"Or is it awakening something? Resurrecting it?"

Ning Chang was completely baffled and couldn't help but think of the Bloodthirsty Sect's cultivation methods, but some details still didn't match up.

After all, as Elder Xie said, the Bloodthirsty Sect uses heart's blood, so you'll most likely have to pay attention to the location when you kill someone to extract it.

In the current situation, it's probably impossible to distinguish even one or two stages beyond the fetal heartbeat stage.

The massacre lasted for several hours, from the morning when he awoke until nearly dusk.

As the number of people decreased, the shouts of battle and the vibrations gradually diminished and eventually disappeared completely.

At this moment, the blood energy in the air was so dense that it was visible to the naked eye, and the blood river had already flowed into the forest where he was!

A sudden breeze blew by, and Ning Chang felt as if the temperature around her had suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees!

Strangely enough, this was the first gust of wind he had sensed since he began watching the battle; there might have been others in between, but he had probably ignored them.

But the cool breeze made him shiver involuntarily.

And this gust of wind didn't even disturb a single leaf!

At that moment, the world seemed to fall silent, utterly still, without a sound!

Countless pieces of flesh and blood formed a platform several meters high, with only the top few layers still containing intact corpses.

At first glance, it stretches as far as the eye can see, just like this vast plain!

If it weren't for the tall poplar tree beneath him, he might not have been able to see the top of the corpse platform!

Even with a tree that's four or five stories high, Ning Chang, standing on the topmost branch, is only half a person's height above the corpse platform!

One can only imagine how many people died as a result of this massacre.

In the silence, Ning Chang sensed some moving objects in his line of sight. Looking up, he saw that there were two groups of people standing facing each other.

Although neither of them raised a flag, they could tell the locations of the Han and Chu states simply by looking at their directions.

It was called a force, but in reality it consisted only of infantry, and the scale was much smaller, with about 10,000 men on each side.

The armor comes in all shapes and sizes, and the weapons are also quite different.

Swords, spears, halberds, crossbows, and axes were mixed in with the crowd, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

The positions were relatively spread out, but all of them were looking straight ahead.

When the two groups had settled down, with only a few hundred meters between them, a drum sounded from somewhere.

The drumbeats were deafening, yet ethereal, resounding in Ning Chang's heart.

After that drumbeat, the chill in the air seemed to intensify even further.

As the chill intensified, the two armies charged and shouted battle cries once more.

The silent world seemed to be given a voice again, and then it was completely invaded by this passionate shout.

This battle between the two armies was no longer as child's play as the corpses lying beneath them.

Once in battle, it's mostly one-on-one combat, with occasional surprise attacks from nearby enemies, only to be hit by a deadly blow from their opponent.

However, the advantages and disadvantages of both sides are obvious: the rate of death of Korean soldiers is much faster than that of Chu soldiers.

After an unknown period of time, when the Chu side had slaughtered almost all of the enemy, they still had nearly a quarter of their forces remaining.

The shouts of battle that filled the heavens and earth fell silent once more, and the voice of heaven and earth was once again taken away.

At this moment, Ning Chang seemed to be hallucinating. In his vision, the three thousand iron-clad figures on the corpse platform appeared even whiter, as if they were truly covered in a layer of frost in the freezing cold!

Looking up again, the crimson setting sun had already half sunk behind the distant hills, casting its light behind the armored figures and giving these victors a dazzling glow.