Late Han Dynasty: Did the Yellow Emperor truly descend?

Seeing his companions come to his side, Li Sheng felt a warmth in his heart.

"Stay where you are and protect yourselves."

At this moment, the leading officer, wielding a halberd, thrust it toward Li Sheng.

Looking at the halberd gleaming with a cold light, Li Sheng felt that his movements were unusually slow, like slow motion in a movie.

Moreover, he could see raindrops falling from the sky, and the whole world seemed to have entered a state of time stop.

Of course, it wasn't a true time stop, but it made no difference to Li Sheng.

He gripped the halberd that was thrust at him with his left hand, and thrust the wooden spear at the soldiers in front of him with his right.

In an instant, the unknown Sun family soldier at the head of the group felt an overwhelming force snatch the halberd from his hand, and at the same time, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

"Hungry!"

He cried out in pain.

Li Sheng held a halberd in his left hand and a spear in his right, easily lifting the soldier up.

The county soldiers who rushed up behind Sun didn't have time to stop. They watched helplessly as their leader was impaled in mid-air, blood flowing down the spear shaft, mixing with the rainwater, and dripping onto the muddy ground.

Their leader was captured by the Taiping Dao sorcerers in an instant.

"Kill them! Avenge our clansmen!"

After a brief moment of shock, someone let out a roar, followed by a dozen soldiers shouting in unison and rushing forward with red eyes.

"No matter how powerful he is, he's still just one person! Two fists can't fight four hands!"

"Shoulder to shoulder! Chop off his head!"

"Slay this monster for Magistrate Sun!"

The county soldiers were, after all, well-trained soldiers from the prefectures and kingdoms. After a brief moment of panic, they quickly formed a dense formation, with spears in front and swords and shields behind, pressing towards Li Sheng.

In the rain, more than a dozen spears thrust out simultaneously, their cold light flashing, sealing off all of Li Sheng's space to dodge.

Li Sheng swung the spear in his right hand, throwing Sun, who was impaled on the spear, into the crowd.

Several county soldiers hurriedly reached out to catch it, but were knocked off their feet by the immense force.

Taking advantage of the opening, Li Sheng stomped his feet, splashing mud and water everywhere, and rushed into the formation like a ghost.

"Too slow."

Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, whether wielding ring-pommel swords or shields, their formations were broken in the blink of an eye by Li Sheng, who had seized the iron halberd.

With the ability to time things like bullets, Li Sheng easily dodged attacks from all directions. His iron halberd swept across the area, sending the surrounding county soldiers flying backward.

The three- or four-pound iron halberd swung in Li Sheng's hands as if it were air, weightless.

Li Sheng raised his halberd and moved swiftly. In just a few breaths, only Li Sheng and six Taiping Dao followers remained standing on the road.

The rolling thunder of spring is still ringing, lightning illuminates the earth, and the rain keeps falling.

"This...this?"

One of the bolder of the six Taiping Dao followers slowly moved forward and tentatively asked Li Sheng, "Li Sheng... are you a god or a ghost now?"

Li Sheng looked at his fellow villager and gave a seemingly helpless smile.

"Nonsense, of course it's me. Enough talk, let's see if any of our brothers are still alive."

Hearing that familiar tone, the six Taoist disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

This tone was undoubtedly the one they knew from Li Sheng.

I wonder what exactly happened to him? Could it be divine intervention?

They didn't have time to think much; unconsciously following Li Sheng's orders became their primary guiding principle.

Soon, after some investigation, they cleared out their own casualties.

Of the eighteen Taiping Dao followers, nine died on the spot. Of the remaining two, one had his intestines protruding, and the other was spitting out blood and foam, and was about to die as well.

Even the six survivors besides Li Sheng were all wounded.

The bold Taiping Dao follower came to Li Sheng's side with the other five, and it was he who reported to Li Sheng.

"Brother Sheng, besides the six of us, only these two brothers are still alive. Do you have a way to save them?"

Their affection for their fellow villagers outweighed their fear of the unknown about Li Sheng, and they all hoped that Li Sheng, who had just demonstrated his supernatural abilities, could find a way to save their companions.

Only then did Li Sheng feel the soreness in his limbs, and he forced himself to come to the side of the two injured people despite his exhaustion.

Li Sheng glanced at the injured man who was spitting blood and whose eyes were unfocused, but only stayed for a moment before turning around to look at another person.

The injured man was still groaning in pain, his intestines spilling out from the hole in his stomach.

Li Sheng watched, then half-squatted down, gathered up the spilled intestines, and stuffed them back into the man's stomach.

"Do you have any clean strips of cloth?"

Li Sheng turned to ask his companion.

The six men looked at each other, then answered Li Sheng one after another: "No!"

That makes sense, really. After such a fierce battle, they were all covered in blood, either their own or that of government soldiers.

Li Sheng looked around and finally looked at his clothes, which had been washed clean by the rain.

Despite the fierce fighting, his agile movements left him without a single drop of blood.

Li Sheng deftly cut his clothes into strips and tied them to the injured man's body according to his memory, stopping the bleeding.

That's all he can do for now.

Hopefully, this man's wound won't get infected, otherwise there's nothing he can do.

After doing all this, Li Sheng stood up.

At this moment, the other injured person had already breathed his last, his eyes still revealing his hope for the establishment of a peaceful and prosperous world.

"Brother Sheng, that brother has left too."

"Okay, gather the brothers' corpses together, and bring a few more spears."

Li Sheng calmly made the arrangements.

"promise!"

The six men moved with grief, and soon they moved the bodies of the fallen Taoist priests together, and also collected seven or eight spears.

Although they didn't know what Li Sheng wanted the spears for, collecting more wouldn't hurt.

"You guys shield the surviving brother from the rain first, and then a few more people come and help me dig a hole."

"Digging a hole? What is Brother Sheng doing?"

Although they had defeated the government troops, there was always the possibility of pursuers coming at any moment. Why didn't they escape?

But they had no choice but to follow Li Shengzhao's lead.

With everyone working together, the soil, which had been soaked by the rain, was quickly dug into a shallow pit, just big enough to bury the dead Taiping Dao followers.

After doing all that, their hands were sore and tired, but Li Sheng still had energy left.

So Li Sheng alone collected all the corpses of the sacrificed Taoist disciples into the shallow pit and stood solemnly in front of it.

"Is Brother Sheng going to bury his brothers?"

"It seems so."

After some work, their fear of the unknown regarding Li Sheng dissipated considerably, and their minds became clearer.

They didn't quite understand why they weren't rushing to escape and were instead doing these "useless" things.

Although they knew that they should treat the dead as if they were alive, the lives of the living were more important at the moment.