Chapter 27: A Little Bit of Disease

Chapter 27: A Little Bit of Disease

Chapter 27: A Little Bit of Disease (Additional Update for Alliance Leader Shen Xun)
In the drizzle, an arrow suddenly flew through the air.

The Western soldiers who were walking out of a tall courtyard with large and small bags screamed and fell to the ground one after another.

The package rolled to the ground, revealing a corner of beautiful silk, which was soon stained red with blood.

Someone was shouting and wanted to rush back to the courtyard, but unfortunately people were rushing out of the courtyard. Everyone was in high spirits and carrying several maids and women, so they bumped into each other.

"Swoosh! Whoosh!" More arrows came, causing huge casualties to the dense crowd.

The Western soldiers were shot so hard that they lost the courage to resist.

Who the hell wears armor when they're robbing and playing with women? There's no way to fight this war, just run away first.

The rustling footsteps were getting closer.

"Raise the gun!"

"prick!"

The soldiers lined up in neat rows and mechanically handed out their spears according to orders.

At this moment, the results of the training were reflected. Even though the enemy was not wearing armor, the soldiers still subconsciously stabbed the face, neck, thighs and other parts.

The movement was swift, powerful and precise, causing horrific casualties in an instant.

Groups of enemy soldiers fell into chaos.

Some people wanted to resist and called on their comrades to form combat teams.

Some people wanted to escape, so they threw away everything they could, turned around and ran away.

Others tried to hide in the houses on both sides of the street, hoping to escape.

"Puff!" The red headband fluttered lightly in the cold wind and rain, and the heavy sword with great force slashed down from above. With a "click" sound, the neck of a lieutenant colonel of the Western Army was split in half, followed by a gushing blood.

Shao Xun kicked the limp enemy's body away and stepped forward.

The blood stained his armor red, and the fishy smell was pungent and nauseating.

But after the intense stimulation, he seemed to have awakened some gene, and infinite power surged throughout his body, and -

Brutal killing.

"Crack!" This time the head rolled directly to the ground, spun around, and stopped in a mud puddle. The eyes, which had not yet closed, were still filled with fear and despair.

Huang Biao took two quick steps, and the soldiers behind him followed closely, surrounding Shao Xun.

There were "puff" sounds everywhere, which were the death notes after the spears pierced into the flesh.

Some enemies put up a desperate resistance, but were soon pierced through by the densely packed spears.

Some thieves tried to hide, but the people in the houses desperately blocked the door to prevent anyone from entering.

"Ah!" A scream was heard, and the Westerner who had been so arrogant just now was nailed to the door panel by a spear.

Without any suspense, hundreds of soldiers marched forward steadily along the narrow street like bulldozers, leaving corpses everywhere and blood flowing like streams.

"Warning requires courage! If you are afraid, the enemy will be afraid too. If you are cruel, the enemy will run away." Shao Xun laughed and did not forget to boost morale.

The enemy's spear stabbed into his iron armor, making a sharp scraping sound, but he didn't even look at it, and chopped down with his heavy sword, removing half of the enemy's shoulder.

"Ah!" The earth-shaking screams resounded throughout the street, and blood splattered like a fountain.

Shao Xun held up the heavy sword and continued forward.

His head and face were covered in blood, almost blurring his eyes.

The snow-white sword was stained with blood and a fishy smell rose to the sky.

There was not a trace of fear, every cell in my body was cheering, and the long-lost feeling was constantly reviving.

He even felt his body tremble slightly, it was the excitement from the soul, as if what he saw before him was not a bloody hell, but a gluttonous feast.

I'm afraid he's seriously ill!
But this feeling came just right. His skilled skills, brave will and cruel murderous intent combined together turned him into a sickly and efficient killing machine.

He can predict the enemy's movements so that the enemy seems to fall into his blade automatically and ridiculously - this is killing with rhythm.

He always managed to strike the enemy at the most uncomfortable position, making him flustered and finally be beheaded by his sword - this was killing people with experience.

He was covered in blood and roared like thunder, like a demon from hell. He was often able to capture people's hearts and kill the enemy first - this was killing with courage.

He has so many ways to kill people that he can use them with ease. When facing different enemies, he can use the most reasonable method in an instant, using the most concise movements, the fastest speed, and the least physical effort to solve the enemy in front of him.

A skilled newcomer might be able to kill the enemy in front of him, but he would never be able to do it as easily as he did, with minimal expenditure of energy and smooth movements.

Damn, killing people has become an art.

"Have mercy..." An enemy soldier with a childish face staggered backward with a sad face. Seeing Shao Xun quickening his pace, he thrust his spear forward in despair.

The spear was clamped under Shao Xun's armpit, and Huang Biao was quick-witted and thrust out the spear.

"Puff!" The enemy soldier fell to the ground with tears in his eyes and his hands covering his abdomen.

Countless military boots stepped over him, and the army marched forward.

Huang Biao glanced at Du Bo Shao Xun out of the corner of his eye and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He was scared, but luckily Du Bo was one of his own...

Yang Bao watched from a distance, and felt a chill on his tailbone. What conspiracy, it's a joke. No matter how smart you are, in front of Shao Xun's brutal strength, it's too empty. Yes, in Yang Bao's eyes, Shao Xun is the kind of cruel and tyrannical warrior who can do anything and dare to kill anyone, which makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Perhaps, he and Zhang Fang are the same type of people.

******
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. No one used bows anymore. Everything on the battlefield returned to the most primitive hand-to-hand combat.

More than 300 soldiers set out from Biyong and headed north, passing Guozixue, Yuhua Temple, Niu Shi, etc., and fought their way forward for several miles.

The enemy troops were in a panic, leaving behind hundreds of corpses, in a state of disarray.

Shao Xun's entire body was soaked, with blood dripping down the sword blade, splashing out blood flowers one after another.

Fierce shouts and cries of killing were also heard from the west; that was Pyeongchangmen Street.

The troops stationed there should be a certain unit of the Yamen Army, the number of which is unknown. They took action later than here, but they took action after all.

Judging from the sound of the battle, the fighting capacity of the Yamen Army was still quite good. The sound of killing continued to the north, towards the direction of Pyeongchang Gate.

It feels good to have someone respond to my request. It also shows that the Luoyang defenders can still work together for the time being, and the orders of the Grand Commander Sima Yi are still effective, at least partially.

Shao Xun looked back at the soldiers who followed him and found that there were many new faces in the first row.

There will always be casualties in war. Even in a resounding victory, many people will still die.

Behind them, Mi Huang's flag was still there, and judging from the dense footsteps, there seemed to be a lot more people. Could it be that the people in the south of the city followed voluntarily?

"Is it easy to win a battle?" Shao Xun threw the heavy sword to Wang Que'er, replaced it with a new one, and asked with a smile.

"With Du Bo here, there is no enemy that cannot be defeated?" Huang Biao avoided Shao Xun's gaze and responded loudly.

To be honest, he was a little scared of that look.

Fierce, bloodthirsty, and tyrannical, with a hint of blood red, completely different from his usual calm, gentle, and wise appearance.

According to what is written in Strange Tales from the Ghost Story, could it be that Du Bo was possessed by some old ghost?
"Du Bo is so brave, it's admirable." Li Chongyong, who gave up his bow and took up his sword, said with a look of respect.

Before, although he was appointed as the leader of the team, he always had a stern face and didn't look very happy. But after today's battle, watching Shao Xun lead the troops and defeat the Western soldiers, he suddenly smiled.

Such a brave man is good enough to be a leader in the imperial guards or the Yamen army. It is easier to survive if you fight with such a man.

"In that case, what else is there to say!" Shao Xun laughed loudly, pointed his heavy sword forward, and said, "Just follow me!"

"Just follow me!" Huang Biao and Li Chong were so excited that they turned around and yelled behind them.

"Just follow me!" The soldiers shouted loudly, their morale was extremely high, and they responded one after another.

"But follow me!" The voice continued to spread backwards and spread far away.

Husband fights with courage.

The people in this group had a good foundation and volunteered to join the army. They were trained by Shao Xun for more than a year and their military discipline was strict.

If there was still some nervousness and doubt before the battle, then after the charge just now, their confidence soared and their morale reached a very high level.

In a war between noobs, when there is no obvious difference in equipment levels, whoever has higher morale has a greater chance of winning.

So, under the cold rain of late autumn, hundreds of passionate men formed a neat formation and, led by officers, marched along Kaiyangmen Street.

The rain cannot wash away the blood on the swords and guns.

The hastily assembled enemies were scattered by their charge.

The defeated soldiers fled northward crying and screaming, where they collided with the oncoming reinforcements and fell into even greater chaos.

No one gave them time to adjust.

More than 300 people quickened their pace, running in a line, shouting and advancing, and killed the Western soldiers who far outnumbered them, making them flee in panic.

Shao Xun laughed loudly, holding up the bloody heavy sword, and slashed at an enemy officer who was turning his horse's head and trying to escape: "Destroy both the man and the horse!"

"Puff!" A column of blood shot up into the sky, and it was the heavy sword that slashed on the horse's body.

The horse neighed in pain and threw the enemy officer off his horse.

Shao Xun didn't bother to pull out the heavy sword stuck in the horse's body. He drew out his bow and directly put it on the neck of the fallen enemy general and tightened it hard.

"Die!" His face was ferocious and he suddenly exerted force with his muscular arms.

The enemy general's back was pressed down tightly, and he could not struggle. After a while, his face was covered with bruises and his tongue stuck out.

Shao Xun pulled out the dagger again, and without caring whether the enemy general was dead or alive, he cut off his head bit by bit.

"Du Bo is so mighty!" The soldiers shouted when they saw him.

At that time, Shao Xun's head and face were covered with horse blood, and even under the cold rain of late autumn, he was still steaming.

In a pool of blood, he was holding a bloody thing with a smile on his face, as if he was admiring his trophy.

The remaining enemy troops saw this from afar, shouted, and scattered in fear.

This man is probably a little sick, just like Commander Zhang.

"Chase!" Shao Xun threw the head aside, picked up a spear, and strode forward.

(End of this chapter)