338: Chapter 189 A General Achieves Renown over the Dead Bodies of Ten Thousand Soldiers_1 338: Chapter 189 A General Achieves Renown over the Dead Bodies of Ten Thousand Soldiers_1 Soldier Slayer dispersed, and Zhongxuan Sheng grasped the head of Ji Cheng in his hand—it had been violently torn from his neck—as he looked around after turning back.
Of the five thousand Autumn Kill Army soldiers he led, only seven hundred survived.
Zhongxuan Sheng once again distinguished himself in battle by slaying generals and capturing flags.
Yet, four thousand three hundred elite soldiers of his beloved Autumn Kill Army lay dead on the path where they had charged forward with him.
Indeed, for the glory of one general, thousands perish!
Without ti to mourn, Zhongxuan Sheng leaped into the air, holding aloft the old general’s head, and bellowed, “Our division has slain a general!
Ji Cheng is dead!”
Near the general’s platform, the surviving soldiers of the Autumn Kill Army shouted in unison, “Slain the general!”
When the azure battle flag on the platform toppled, Jiang Wang single-handedly seized it and swung it in the air, “I have captured the flag!”
The soldiers cried out together again, “Captured the flag!”
Across the entire battlefield, the morale of Yang Country’s soldiers plumted to rock bottom.
Those Yang Country soldiers who had fought desperately to return and assist their main formation near the general’s platform all lost their backbone at that mont.
Just then, a loud and clear shout emanated from the direction of the rear army.
“The will of Old General Ji continues to live on!
People of Yang Country!
Follow , Yang Jiande, to charge!”
“In this battle, I, Yang Jiande, will only accept death!”
The Yang Country army was on the verge of disintegration, yet after hearing this cry, they rallied once more: “Only death!”
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Yang Jiande watched silently as the azure flag fell.
He had been waiting silently for a long ti, but Zhongxuan Chuliang had not given him the slightest opportunity.
He silently watched the soldiers of Yang Country fighting bloodily, with often four or five soldiers needed to exchange for the life of just one Autumn Kill soldier.
He watched as that military formation charged into the heart of their formation, and also the moth-like resistance near the general’s platform.
Watching both sides demonstrating an extraordinarily tenacious fighting spirit.
Watching as the old general Ji Cheng drew starlight from the White Tiger Sacred Tower—he knew well Ji Cheng’s situation.
Of the four sacred towers, only this White Tiger Tower still shone brightly, the connection to the rest had long been lost.
For many years, why had soone as strong as Ji Cheng not been able to advance to ‘God Arrives’?
Others said it was because Ji Cheng had grown old, was he not aware, it was because the powerhouses of Qi Country had thwarted and suppressed him more than once in secret?
Ji Cheng had served his country all his life, yet Yang Country had failed to protect such a renowned general.
From a brilliant youth to a man with silvery white hair, Yang Country owed Ji Cheng, not the other way around.
He watched, with eyes wide open, as Ji Cheng’s family beca martyrs for the country, his son, his grandson, and then Ji Cheng himself.
Finally, he also watched the azure flag, representing the mighty Ji family of Tian Xiong, fall.
The ‘Love Dying Desire Blood Demon Skill’ had virtually eradicated his emotions.
Yet for so reason, he felt heartache!
A pain that cut to the core!
Yang Jiande spurred his warhorse on madly.
This steed, nearly as powerful as a mythical beast, was simply not enough to respond to his emotions.
He charged.
He did not regard himself as lonely or outnumbered.
Not as a king.
But as a citizen of Yang Country, he led the charge.
Following him was the ten thousand soldiers from Cangfeng City who had voluntarily joined the war effort.
Like a mighty torrent sweeping across, they swept over the battlefield, rallying the disoriented soldiers of Yang Army, pulling back the collapsing situation.
As the King of Yang Country, when needed, he must fight to death at the forefront.
Yet at this mont, atop the Autumn Kill Army’s main platform, Zhongxuan Chuliang, who had been building up his strength, strode forth.
“Why did I not confront Ji Cheng in command?”
“Because Yang Jiande has been conserving his strength, and so have I!”
“Faced with Yang Jiande, I dare not be distracted!”
“But he… has beco distracted!”
Zhongxuan Chuliang did not mount his horse but left the platform and surged forward, stepping into the air.
“Listen to my command, all soldiers!”
He drew out his fiercely shaped life-stealing blade and roared, “This insignificant country dares to defy the heavenly might!
Follow to slay this rebel!”
His ten thousand personal soldiers imdiately followed him, all of them plunging into the battlefield.
From the overall situation, Yang Jiande led his troops from the Yang Army’s rear into the battlefield.
Zhongxuan Chuliang led his forces straight out from the middle of the Qi Army’s formation.
Because by this ti, the main battlefield had already concentrated at the central and even rear positions of Yang Country’s forces.
The front line of the Autumn Kill Army had already been pushed up to here.
In other words, Yang Army was at its last gasp!
This was the final charge.
Both sides were acutely aware of this.
Unless Yang Jiande managed to break through Zhongxuan Chuliang in one fell swoop.
But how incredibly difficult would that be?
On the battlefield, sotis what’s being tested is rely patience.
Yang Jiande might not lose to Zhongxuan Chuliang in terms of patience, yet the situation did not afford him the luxury of waiting any longer.
Before the Autumn Kill Army’s casualties reached the alert line that Zhongxuan Chuliang could not ignore, the Yang Country’s great army had already begun to collapse.
He could only lead the charge himself first.
But Zhongxuan Chuliang moved later yet arrived sooner.
The difference lay in the quality of the soldiers; the Yang Army was inherently inferior to the Qi Army, and what’s more, the forces Yang Jiande led were an assorted mix, whereas Zhongxuan Chuliang was commanding the elite of the elite.
The two armies t behind Ji Cheng’s command platform, encountering each other… colliding… slaying!
In truth, it was difficult for both friend and foe to understand why Yang Jiande personally led ten thousand assorted troops.
Perhaps because the Yang Army was weak with insufficient elite forces, which were fully deployed by Ji Cheng, while Yang Jiande, confident in his military capabilities, did not deem it necessary to use only his best soldiers.
Before engaging in battle, Zhongxuan Chuliang also thought this way.
However, Yang Jiande’s repeated challenges to Zhongxuan Chuliang certainly ca from a place of confidence.
His self-assurance stemd from the unparalleled demon art, inherited from the progenitors of ancient demonic paths, the Love Dying Desire Blood Demon Skill!
Before the battle, Yang Jiande was enveloped in the bright golden light emitted by the Yang family’s secret Great Sun Golden Fla Scripture, which seed dignified and bright.
What was terrifying was that, at the mont of engagent, the ten thousand soldiers following Yang Jiande in the assault all burst into flas of blood!
As Yang Xuance was often stationed in Cangfeng City, despite his recklessness, he was very popular with the people.
The life of the citizens in this region was unlike elsewhere, and their support for the Yang Court was stronger than in other cities.
These righteous troops originating from Cangfeng City ca forward bravely out of concern for national affairs.
Gathering them as his personal soldiers and entering them under his command also made them feel honored.
The talismans issued before the battle, although their purpose was unknown, were all kept close to their bodies.
The simple formations taught by Yang Jiande himself, though they didn’t understand their use, were also committed to mory with dedication.
But they had no idea that these were symbols of death!
All ten thousand warriors simultaneously ignited into flas of blood, and in a re instant, they were consud by the blood flas, leaving no bone or flesh behind.
Then, flower by flower, the blood flas all entered Yang Jiande’s body, dying him in a blood-red hue.
The golden light on his body turned to blood light, righteous light turned to malevolent light!
The entire battlefield fell silent for a mont.
Yang Jiande shouted loudly, “Sons of Yang Country, sacrificing your bodies for the state, aid in achieving divine power!”
“I, Yang Jiande, will defend the holand with my death, allowing heroes to rest in peace!”
To say he was ashad was not untrue; to call it ruthless was certainly not off the mark.
However, Yang Jiande was very clear that ever since the fall of the Tianxiong Army, he had no other choice!
Qi Country’s pervasive influence over Yang Country had been countered by his tireless efforts in earlier years, yet all he managed was to barely keep Yang Country’s foundation alive.
He had seen through all of this long ago!
The rise of Qi Country was a great misfortune for Yang Country.
Being born as the ruler of Yang Country, endowed with strategy-filled mind and rare talent, was the great misfortune of Yang Jiande.
Next to a towering tree, there is no space for the growth of weeds; deprived of sunlight, they cannot receive the rain either.
Practicing the Love Dying Desire Blood Demon Skill was a matter of compulsion and the only hope.
If born during the chaos of the Eastern Region, he, Yang Jiande, was confident that he would have been a mighty sovereign.
If born in an ordinary family, he could have beco a powerful person, spending a lifeti pushing the limits of cultivation to the extre.
But he was born in the Eastern Region of this era, in the Yang Country of this day and age.
The responsibility of continuing the nation established by twenty-seven generations weighed on his shoulders.
He had no choice.
He told himself more than once, he had no choice!
That was why he was able to make the heart-wrenching decision to kill his kin.
That was why he could witness Ji Cheng’s death indifferently—Ji Cheng, who taught him how to draw a bow, how to employ troops.
Now, to slay these ten thousand righteous n, there was no question of right or wrong.
If he died here, everything would co to an end.
If he killed Zhongxuan Chuliang and turned the tide in this battle, there would still be ti for explanations.
Since ancient tis, the victor becos king, the defeated beco bandits; for each successful general, ten thousand soldiers lie bleached.—
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