Chapter 193 (1/2)
Chapter 193
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The troops from Yan Bei had surrounded them; the close combat between the two armies was unbelievably intense. Blood stained the snowy plains a bright red; the frontline troops from Yan Bei fought fiercely with Zhuge Yue's troops, akin to two waves colliding head to head. Their swords were shiny. Amidst the fighting, blood splattered everywhere, like molten lava mixing with the snowy ground.
The sounds of the wind and shouts to kill were deafening. The warhorses' cries of agony blended together with the soldiers' as they fell off their horses. The battlefield was chaotic, like a pot of boiling water - any strategy was no longer useful. Having clashed head-on, it was down to a battle of survival of the fittest. At this moment, everybody behaved as if they were crazy, swinging their swords at their enemies, their eyes bloodshot. Severed limbs, blood, severed brains… the soldiers collapsed row by row like the wilted grass during autumn. The victors in one-to-one combat were immediately killed by other people. Before they died, they grabbed onto the enemy's legs, in the hope of buying some valuable time for their comrades to attack.
Although the army from Yan Bei outnumbered the opposition, they could not break through the formation adopted by the Guards of Yue. When the outer layer of soldiers collapsed, the empty spots were reinforced by the soldiers inside. They stood there, resolute, as they waved their swords. Their horses, seemingly about to collapse from the repeated waves of attacks, stood tall. They were as sticky as a medicine patch; although they were on the verge of defeat, they did not give up. Despite seeing the comrades around them collapse, they fought on alone for themselves, killing the enemies non-stop. They were not afraid of blood, nor having their limbs severed. Even till their last breath, they resolved to continue fighting; even if they took a stab, they would bite off a piece of flesh from their enemy!
These people had followed Zhuge Yue since young. As he was the eldest son of the first family, the senior figures of the family had attached tens of martial arts experts to his side, along with over 500 personal bodyguards. Over ten years, they had fought with Zhuge Yue from south to north, experiencing countless battles without retreating. Presently, they demonstrated this passion again, in front of the soldiers of Yan Bei.
Yan Xun's newly appointed guard commander, Nie Gu, hollered as he waved his sword, ”Kill! Kill them all!”
Yue Jiu had blood splattered all over him as he stabbed an enemy in the neck. He no longer had any calm airs. He wiped off the blood on his face and shouted, ”Brothers! Let's create a trail of blood!” Corpses and swords littered the ground everywhere; there was seemingly no space. The warriors waved their swords and kicked the corpses to the side. The shouts to kill and cries of agony were deafening as blood, together with human flesh, splattered everywhere.
One soldier from Yan Bei severed the leg of one guard of Yue. The young soldier did not make a sound and instead, stabbed the soldier from Yan Bei in the chest. Before the soldier from Yan Bei collapsed, he grabbed onto the waist of the guard of Yue. Both of them rolled on the ground, on the verge of death, like two wild dogs biting at each other. It seemed like they had a deep feud with each other. However, before they had bitten each other to death, over ten warhorses sprinted to their side. The soldiers on the warhorses were still engaged in combat as the two people below were trampled to death. Their bones were crushed as their brain juice splattered onto the horses' hoofs.
The battlefield transformed into a crimson red whirlpool, centered around the 300 guards of Yue. The formations of both parties were disorganized. The troops of Yan Bei outside could not break through, and stood outside as their horses let out loud neighs. Whenever their comrades were killed, other soldiers took their places at the frontline. At this moment, the northwest portion of the Yue guards' formation was breached. Nie Gu let out a cry of joy as the warriors raised their swords to follow behind him, letting out a deafening warcry.
”Protect the general!” Yue Jiu hollered. His young face had been stained red by blood, causing his looks to be indistinguishable. The guards of Yue, with bloodshot eyes, turned around to patch the hole, but were delayed by the enemies at the side.
Nie Gu echoed loudly, ”Charge! Kill the traitor named Zhuge!”
Swoosh! As he finished his words, a sword slashed across his neck, creating a trail of blood. The next second, the young commander's head flew high up in the air. His body arched backward and he collapsed in a pool of blood. Zhuge Yue stood upright holding his sword. His green cloak enhanced the fair complexion of his face. The look in his eyes was deep as he stared at the chaotic battlefield with fire in his eyes. A drop of blood trickled down his forehead, across the contours of his face. Behind him lay a mountain of corpses; further back, the city burnt up in smoke. Even further back, it was the main battlefield between Yan Bei and Xia.
The war was raging on; the civilians were crying for help. The continent of West Meng was shaking; the heavens and earth were bleeding. He stood ferociously in the pool of blood as the massacre continued around him, standing tall like a mountain.
”General!”
”Nicely done!” Thunderous cheers followed subsequently. Zhuge Yue stood in the center of the pool of blood, echoing out in a loud voice, ”None of you are to die! Charge!”
”Yes!” the warriors echoed in unison. Zhuge Yue stood at the front and led his troops personally. His agility blurred the vision of other people. He appeared like a white wave; wherever he went, people flew into the air. It was a messy sight.
There were only 100 guards of Yue left. Their morale was boosted as the shouts to kill increased in volume. The self-proclaimed invincible troops of Yan Bei, faced with this intimidating sight, were forced to retreat. The battlefield turned into a stalemate. The officials at the back cursed and swore, but no matter how much they did, they were unable to conquer the piece of land high up. No matter how many troops they threw to the frontline, they were unable to overcome the dense army of 100 people.