Inside the commander's tent, Bao Yuan, high general of the Han State, was jolted out of a sweet dream by that piercing cry of "enemy attack". He still had two disheveled dancing girls draped over him.
"What is the meaning of this! Where is this enemy attack coming from!" He shoved the woman in his arms away and stumbled out of the tent.
The scene before his eyes made the blood in his entire body instantly freeze.
The soaring flames illuminated the entire western side of the grand camp as bright as day!
The shouts of battle, roaring like a tidal wave, surged like a raging torrent from the abyss of hell, instantly devouring his eardrums!
Countless disheveled Han soldiers, like headless flies, ran wildly and frantically through the camp. Cries of weeping, screams, and the clashing of metal mingled together to compose a symphony of the apocalypse.
"General! It's the Qin army! The Qin army has broken in!" A personal guard ran up to him, tumbling and crawling, his face covered in soot and despair.
"The Qin army? Aren't they confronting the Zhao State in the north? How could they appear here!" Bao Yuan's mind went completely blank, unable to comprehend everything happening before him.
Yet after all, he was an old general seasoned in a hundred battles, and after a brief panic, he forced himself to calm down.
"Beat the drums! Order the whole army! Engage the enemy! Hold your ground for me! Archers! Mount the watchtowers! Loose your arrows for me! Shoot them dead!"
He roared at the top of his lungs, attempting to re-establish order amidst this chaos.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
The dull and urgent sound of war drums finally echoed in the center of the camp. Some scattered Han officers began desperately rallying their troops, attempting to organize an effective defense.
Hundreds of Han archers hurriedly climbed the watchtowers and camp walls, blindly shooting arrows toward the black torrent below.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
A sparse rain of arrows fell, yet it utterly failed to stem the iron hooves of the Qin army.
The Qin heavy shield-bearers charging at the very front held their massive shields high above their heads, forming a tortoise-shell-like formation. The arrows landed upon the shields, producing crisp clanging sounds, yet failed to inflict any effective casualties.
"Charge!"
Shi Meng took the lead. Every time the giant axe in his hands swept through the air, it whipped up a flurry of flying flesh and blood. He was like a fierce tiger breaking into a flock of sheep, forcefully tearing a massive breach right through the chaotic Han troops.
Yet, just as the main battlefield plunged into the most harrowing meat grinder, a squad of a hundred men silently broke away from the main force like a sharp surgical blade.
"Tiger and Wolf Army! Target, the center commander's tent!"
Wei Zhe's voice sounded exceptionally calm amidst the sky-shaking battle cries.
"Follow me!"
He ignored those fleeing, scattered stragglers, leading instead his hundred elite warriors clad in fish scale armor along the edge of the camp like a streak of black lightning straight into the belly of the grand camp!
"Stop them!" A Han centurion noticed this distinctive troop. With reddened eyes and dozens of soldiers in tow, he attempted to step forward and intercept them.
Several stealthy arrows shot out from hidden corners, heading straight for Wei Zhe's face.
Wei Zhe did not even raise his head, nor did he bother to parry.
"Clang! Clang!"
With two crisp impacts, those arrows—powerful enough to pierce ordinary leather armor—scraped a string of sparks across the fish scale armor on his chest before bouncing off weakly, leaving behind not even a white scratch.
That Han centurion was greatly alarmed.
"What kind of armor is that!"
Before he could utter a second exclamation, Wei Zhe's figure had already rushed right before him.
"Pfft!"
The chilling long spear held no fancy flourishes at all, piercing his throat at the simplest and most direct angle.
Wei Zhe did not even spare him a glance, his footsteps never pausing as he continued his forward charge.
The hundred Tiger and Wolf Elite Warriors behind him, acting like extensions of his own body, formed a tight attacking formation, mercilessly hacking and crushing every Han soldier attempting to approach.
Their path of advance left behind a road of death paved with corpses and blood.
Soon, an open space appeared ahead. About fifty Han soldiers, under the command of an officer, had just barely managed to form a sparse defense line with forests of long spears, attempting to bar their advance.
" Courting death."
Wei Zhe's gaze held not the slightest ripple. In his eyes, these soldiers trembling as they raised their long spears were no different from the wooden dummy posts used during previous training.
No, there was still a difference.
These were moving Tempering Points.
He exerted force through his soles, and his speed soared once more! His entire body, like an artillery shell fired from the barrel, slammed directly into that fragile defense line!
"Loose!"
That Han officer roared at the top of his lungs.
Over a dozen long spears, carrying the fear and despair of the soldiers, thrust toward Wei Zhe.
Wei Zhe did not dodge or evade. Infused with his formidable internal energy, the newly forged long spear in his hand emitted an excited hum!
Wind Piercing Spear Technique -- Spear thrusts like a dragon!
The long spear in his hand seemed truly to come alive, transforming into a streak of black line hard to capture with the naked eye, tracing an eerie arc through the air.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!"
A series of dense, clashing metal impacts rang out!
Those dozen long spears thrusting toward him were all swept away by a single stroke of his spear at the exact same moment! The immense force numbed the web-spaces between the thumbs and forefingers of those Han soldiers, causing their weapons to slip from their hands!
The defense line was breached instantly!
Wei Zhe's figure did not stall in the least, plunging into the formation like a phantom.
Before him stood five Han soldiers left completely wide open after having their weapons batted away. The terrified expressions on their faces were distorted grotesquely under the firelight.
Wei Zhe's gaze was as calm as an ancient well.
The long spear in his hand followed momentum forward, thrusting fiercely!
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!"
A continuous, teeth-setting dull thud of sharp weapons piercing flesh!
Time seemed to slow down at this very moment.
Wei Zhe could clearly feel the tip of the spear piercing the obstruction of the first body's leather armor, tearing through muscle, shattering bone, and then pressing onward with a warm, viscous sensation to pierce the second, the third...
Those five Han soldiers were like grasshoppers strung on a bamboo skewer, their faces still maintaining the terror of impending death, while their bodies were carried flying backward by an immense force before finally being pinned immovably to the ground by Wei Zhe's long spear!
A single strike pierced five men!
"Ding! Killed one Han foot soldier, gained 10 Tempering Points."
"Ding! Killed one Han foot soldier, gained 10 Tempering Points."
"Ding! Host successfully completed 'One Stone, Five Birds' for the first time, gained an extra 100 Tempering Points reward!"
A series of crisp system notification sounds echoed in Wei Zhe's mind.
A warm current gushed out from the system space, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones. That sensation felt even more comforting and intoxicating than drinking the fiercest fine wine.
So this was what killing felt like.
Wei Zhe licked the warm blood that had splashed onto the corner of his mouth.
This was not killing.
This was... growing stronger!
He felt no discomfort whatsoever, nor the slightest bit of nausea or guilt. On the contrary, every single cell in his body was throbbing with excitement over this newly acquired strength, trembling because of this bloody slaughter!
Driven by this murderous aura, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill within his body even circulated faster!
"Monster!"
"He's a monster!"
Surrounding Han soldiers, looking at the five corpses strung together on a single long spear, looking at the youth standing in a pool of blood with a terrifyingly calm gaze, finally broke down.
In this moment, their morale was thoroughly shattered!
Yet, not everyone was scared out of their wits.
"Avenge our brothers!"
"Kill him! He's all by himself!"
Over a dozen Han veterans who had recovered their wits were thoroughly enraged by Wei Zhe's ferocity. With reddened eyes and beast-like roars, they swarmed toward Wei Zhe from all directions, gripping long spears and closing in!
They were all men who had licked blades on the battlefield, knowing that against such a fierce warrior, rushing together and using the advantage of long weapons to trap him to death was the only chance of survival!
Over a dozen long spears blocked off all of Wei Zhe's dodging space from different angles, resembling a tightening spiderweb.
Qian Hu, Hu Lei, and the others turned pale with fright, wanting to step forward to support him.
"Hold the formation! Don't mind me!" Wei Zhe's voice rang out at this very moment, still terrifyingly calm.
He watched those dozen chilling glints growing ever closer, a fierce fighting spirit burning within his gaze instead of an ounce of fear.
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