12dz Chapter 318 Killing
Chapter 318 Killing
The cold wind howled outside the tent, like the roar of a wild beast. The dim light inside the tent swayed, illuminating Cen Jiexiao's slightly pale face.
Chen Zigui's hand was still holding hers, and his fingertips gently stroked the back of her hand, as if silently conveying comfort.
Cen Jiexiao's gaze fell on the flickering candlelight, her thoughts a tangle of thoughts. Yu Lan's injuries, the crisis facing the Xixiang tribe, and... Chen Zigui. She could feel the warmth of his palm, the concern in his eyes, which reassured her, yet also tinged with unease.
This peace of mind stemmed from years of mutual support and the unwavering protection of her senior brother. But her unease stemmed from a vague feeling, like a bud breaking through the soil in spring, sweet yet tinged with confusion. She didn't know how to face this feeling, especially in these chaotic times.
"Big Brother..." Cen Jiexiao finally spoke, her voice as low as a mosquito.
Chen Zigui gently interrupted her: "Don't say anything, just rest well, everything will be fine."
His words were like a tranquilizer, calming the waves in her heart. Cen Jiexiao nodded gently, closed her eyes, and let fatigue swallow her consciousness.
Outside the tent, a figure stood for a long time, looking at everything inside the tent with complicated eyes.
It felt like a huge rock was blocking Xia Chenghao's chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
How he wanted to rush in, hold Cen Jiexiao in his arms, and tell her how much he cared about her and how much he wanted to protect her.
But he couldn't. He knew clearly that what separated him and Cen Jiexiao was not just a difference in status, but also an insurmountable gap between different worlds.
He recalled his childhood, when he first arrived in Da Zhou, Cen Jiexiao always followed him and sweetly called him "Brother Chenghao".
At that time, she was his little tail and his most cherished sister.
But now, she has grown up, no longer the little girl who needed his protection. Her eyes have more determination and maturity, and also... a dependence on Chen Zigui.
Xia Chenghao smiled bitterly and turned away. He didn't know how to choose, whether to fight for her or to take a step back and let her go. He only knew that watching her happy was perhaps the only thing he could do.
As the sun sets, the sky is like a burning furnace, casting its last rays of light onto the earth.
The blood-red setting sun seemed to foreshadow the bloody slaughter to come. A fierce wind howled, stirring up a cloud of dust that flew wildly across the parade ground.
Xia Chenghao was wearing heavy black iron armor, holding the ancestral sword "Broken Soul" in his hand, and carrying the Broken Tiger spear on his back. He stood on the reviewing platform like a steel statue.
The chill wind rustled his black cloak, adding a rustling sound to the air of awe and terror. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the three thousand elite cavalrymen below.
These cavalrymen were all elite soldiers and generals carefully selected from among the warriors of his tribe. Each of them was experienced in hundreds of battles and was brave and skilled in fighting. They were dressed in uniform black armor, which gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the afterglow of the setting sun.
They wielded sharp scimitars, their blades gleaming in the sunlight with a chilling gleam. They gripped their spears tightly, their tips pointed skyward, as if to pierce the oppressive heavens. On their backs slung delicate crossbows, they were ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.
He rode on the Black Sky warhorse, the pride of the Xixiang tribe. These warhorses had coats as black as ink, strong physiques, bulging muscles, and exuded a cold murderous aura.
These fine breeds carefully bred by the Xixiang people have great endurance and amazing speed. On the battlefield, they are like black lightning, appearing and disappearing without a trace.
Tonight, under the cover of darkness, the soldiers of Xixiang will sneak into the enemy camp like ghosts and deal a fatal blow to the Beidi people.
Xia Chenghao took a deep breath, slowly raised the "Soul-Breaking" sword in his hand, pointed the sword tip directly in the direction of Beidi, and shouted loudly: "Soldiers! Tonight, we will embark on a journey, for our homeland, for our loved ones, and fight a decisive battle with the Beidi people!" His voice was loud and firm, echoing in the wind and reaching the ears of every soldier.
"For our homeland!" a soldier shouted.
"For our families!" another soldier shouted.
"Fight to the death!" Three thousand soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sky and their momentum as if to shatter the very world. Their shouts were filled with hatred for the enemy, love for their homeland, and a desire for victory.
Xia Chenghao nodded in satisfaction. He knew his soldiers were ready; they would defend their homes and loved ones with their blood and lives. He shouted again, "Alright! The men of the Xixiang tribe never back down! Tonight, we will show the Northern Di people that we...are their killers!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers waved their weapons and shouted deafeningly.
Xia Chenghao pointed the "Soul-Breaking" sword in the direction of Beidi and shouted sternly: "Let's go!"
As night fell, the earth was shrouded in darkness. Like ghosts, three thousand cavalrymen silently approached the Northern Di camp.
Xia Chenghao led the charge, his eyes gleaming with cold murderous intent. He knew this was a life-or-death battle, and the slightest misstep would lead to annihilation.
Inside the Beidi camp, the lights were bright and the atmosphere was bustling. The Beidi soldiers were drinking and having fun, completely unaware of the approaching danger. They could never have imagined that the Xixiang would launch a surprise attack tonight.
"Kill!" Xia Chenghao's roar was like thunder, tearing through the night sky of the Beidi military camp and announcing the beginning of the feast of death.
Three thousand Western Xiang cavalrymen rushed out like a flood, a black iron torrent instantly engulfing the unsuspecting Northern Di camp. Their scimitars, illuminated by the firelight, gleamed a cold, blue light, a poisoned kiss of death.
A Xixiang cavalryman leaped high, and the scimitar in his hand drew a sharp arc of light. The head of a Beidi soldier shot up into the sky, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the dry land red.
Another Xixiang cavalryman, wielding a heavy mace, smashed it hard into the chest of a Beidi soldier. The sound of bones cracking was horrifying, and the soldier's chest collapsed instantly, blood spurting from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground.
A Xixiang archer, his eyes grim, bent his bow and drew his arrow. With a whistling sound of death, the arrow accurately pierced the throat of a fleeing Beidi soldier. The soldier didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground, his life instantly extinguished.
A Xixiang cavalryman wielded a lasso like a hunting eagle, pulling a Beidi soldier off his galloping horse. The soldier fell heavily to the ground, and before he could get up, he was killed by a single blow from the Xixiang cavalryman.
The burning tents illuminated the night sky like daylight, and also illuminated the ferocious faces of the Xixiang soldiers. Like Asuras from hell, they harvested the lives of the Beidi soldiers without mercy.
The flashing of swords, the flying of blood and flesh, the screams and the neighing of war horses intertwined into a cruel symphony of war, echoing in the night sky.
The Northern Di soldiers were caught off guard and fled in panic like headless flies.
A Northern Di soldier didn't even have time to pick up his weapon before he was hacked to the ground by a cavalryman of the Xixiang tribe, and his blood dyed the ground beneath him red.
A Beidi soldier waved his scimitar in fear, trying to resist the attack of the Xixiang cavalry, but was cut off his arm by a Xixiang cavalryman. He let out a shrill scream and fell in a pool of blood, his life quickly slipping away.
Another Beidi soldier tried to escape, but was caught by the Xixiang cavalry's lasso and dragged off his panicked horse. He struggled on the ground, wailing and begging for life, but was eventually killed by the Xixiang cavalry with a single blow.
Tents were burning everywhere, and thick smoke billowed out, blocking out the sky and the sun, as if the end of the world had arrived. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.