Chapter 55 No More Night
On the fighting ship, An Ming closed his eyes and rested, with Wu Ye placed between his knees.
We boarded the battleship bound for Fanghu at full speed, but even with reinforcements it would take more time to get there, and we didn't know what the battle situation would be at that time.
The battle situation is changing rapidly. We can only hope that Fanghu's Chiming can hold on for a few more hours and wait for the Luofu reinforcements to arrive so that we can blow the horn of counterattack.
This is what An Ming thought in his mind, but he never expected that the real battlefield would be hundreds or thousands of times more cruel than he imagined.
The Third Abundant War officially broke out in Xianzhou Fanghu, and its brutality far exceeded An Ming's expectations at the beginning.
The moment the fighting ship docked, when An Ming stepped on the land of Fanghu, he felt the strong smell of blood in the air that lingered for a long time, and the war in the distance that was closer than he had imagined.
The Fengrao people have already penetrated into the Fanghu Immortal Boat!
The situation has reached an extremely serious level. Even if Luofu's reinforcements arrive, they cannot instantly reverse this extremely unfavorable situation.
Millions of warship fighters threw themselves into this extremely brutal war without hesitation, and flames of warships exploding continuously burst out in the sky.
An Ming felt that even breathing became difficult. This was the real battlefield.
He tightly grasped Wu Ye around his waist, took a deep breath, and his eyes became clear again.
There was no time left for him to be afraid, as there were more people to protect now.
Wu Ye unsheathed the sword, and the pitch-black blade was extremely conspicuous against the azure background, like a black shadow that devoured everything flashing in the center of the battlefield.
The hot blood fell on An Ming's face.
He saw Bu Liren roaring and raising his weapon, his pupils filled with anger and hatred.
Although they have never met, there are only enemies on the battlefield.
As the sword shadows intersected, the "line" of annihilation pierced through Buliren's neck, and before he even noticed, his head had been separated from his body.
An Ming did not relax his vigilance. The next moment, the bronze beast in the distance spewed out blazing flames, which covered a large area of the battlefield in a straight line, just to clear a gap for advancement.
Once a crack appears in the battle line, Fang Hu will face a total defeat.
An Ming gritted his teeth and noticed that the Chuihong Guards on the flank had suffered heavy casualties, but they were still roaring and fearlessly filling the gaps in the battle line.
Hundreds of weapon beasts will be a devastating blow to a small-scale battlefield, and they must be destroyed as soon as possible!
The hilt of Wuye's sword was soaked in the blood of countless enemies, and the dark dragon pattern gradually shone with an excited light under the infusion of blood.
In just a moment, the sword blade shed a piece of black fragments, revealing pure and flawless white.
As long as he holds the sword, he can do anything.
It was as if the world had pressed the mute button at this moment, listening to the sound of Wu Ye unsheathing his sword once again.
As the black pieces fell off, the unfinished sword revealed its true appearance for the first time.
"General, why is this sword called Wuye?"
"Maybe it means that you can't touch the hilt of the sword at night."
An Ming still remembers Jing Yuan's eyes at that time. He smiled again after he finished speaking, but there was a lot of nostalgia in that smile.
"No night."
"It means - draw your sword and see the dawn."
The moment Wuye is truly unsheathed, there will be no more night.
The black sword body is Wuye's real scabbard. Only those with a clear sword heart can draw this sword.
No wonder it is called the Unfinished Sword. Anyone who has ever held this sword is equivalent to just fighting with the scabbard. It would be strange if they were chosen.
An Ming is currently unable to fully unsheathe Wu Ye's sword, so he can only see the pure white of Wu Ye's sword blade, while the sword body is still pitch black.
But if it is just to deal with the weapon beast, it is enough.
The tip of the pitch-black sword aura flowed with white that blended with the heaven and earth. An Ming was like a killing god on the battlefield, and the snow-white sword edge kept reaping the heads of the enemies.
When the dragon pattern engraved on the hilt was completely engulfed in blood, the sword covering the battlefield passed across the ground like a crescent moon.
The weapon beasts carried by the Buli people were instantly split into two, and the sharp white sword light still remained on the flat cut in the middle of their bodies.
"Cough cough..."
An Ming leaned weakly against the ruins for cover. His head was so painful that he couldn't think. Now he finally understood why Fu Xuan liked to drink sweet tea.
The mental drain from this sword was even more horrific than expected, and the depletion of mental energy really required replenishment of sugar.
Physical exhaustion can be relieved by rest, but mental strength is not so easy to restore to full strength.
There is no time to wait for recovery on the battlefield, which is why fortune-tellers are usually in the rear.
After all, there is only so much one person can do. Even if he can temporarily stabilize one front, how can he stabilize the entire defense line?
"Are you ok?"
A worried female voice came, and An Ming held Wu Ye vigilantly. He lowered his sword only after seeing the jade sign of the Dandingsi doctor on his waist.
"No problem."
"The field hospital is not far away, and the wound must be treated in time!" The girl with black jade eyes insisted on taking An Ming to the hospital for treatment.
An Ming failed to convince the stubborn girl after all. Looking at her silky long hair, he thought of Fu Xuan who was far away in Luofu. He wondered if Sister Xuan'er would be angry with him because of what happened before when he returned this time.
"My name is Yufei, a doctor from Dandingsi. I haven't seen you in Luofu," Yufei opened her mouth in slight surprise after seeing the jade omen on An Ming's waist.
"Yuque's Cloud Cavalry Guards? So young!"
Yu Fei murmured in disbelief. She had never seen such a young guard before. Moreover, the strength that An Ming had just displayed on the battlefield was not fake.
"An Ming, I have been ordered to come and support Fang Hu."
An Ming answered briefly and planned to return to the battlefield after receiving a simple bandage. The current situation was still not optimistic.
"It would be great if my good friend were here...she is a very good alchemist!" When mentioning that friend, Yu Fei's eyes sparkled. An Ming had seen this kind of look before.
"It's okay, you're awesome too, thank you."
Yu Fei was also very skilled as a medical practitioner and completed the bandaging and applying medicine very efficiently.
But hearing the increasing number of flames and explosions on the battlefield, An Ming could not imagine how many of his fellow Yunqi men had died during this period. The fleet summoned by Bu Liren in the sky covered the sky, and Luofu's fighting ships kept exploding from the air into a flash of fireworks.
Although there is hopelessness and no hope of survival, the Cloud Riders still fight one after another to defend Fanghu and will never let the Fengrao people break through the front line!
An Ming smelled the smell of blood in the air that lingered for a long time. It was the will of the dead and also the expectation of the living.
"The fairy boat soars, the cloud riders always win..."
An Ming saw the wounded being sent to the field hospital and lost his life before he could finish his last sentence.
He stretched out his hand and closed the eyes of the cloud rider.
An indescribable sadness rushed over my head.