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Soon, those warlords who had followed Sone's orders and brandished their swords at the deserters were all rendered unable to rise again.
Only those who were a beat slow to react, or those who were slightly smarter but didn't act and instead ran with the crowd, survived.
Although the guards were much stronger than ordinary soldiers in terms of individual strength, they could only fight two at most. When faced with the swarming fleeing soldiers, they were hacked to pieces in a single encounter.
Those who died on the spot were considered lucky; those who survived were trampled to death.
Amidst the heavy snowfall, the soldiers, having completely lost their will to fight, ran chaotically toward the camp gate. Driven by the threat of death, they all wrote down their disguises and, as if letting loose, spoke their true inner thoughts.
"Croak! It's a monster, retreat!" This is a low-level monster.
"Damn it, I've been fed up with that idiot general and his bunch of damned personal guards for ages! They eat and drink like royalty every day, but when we're on the front lines, all the credit goes to them!" This is the type of person settling personal scores.
"Go home, I want to go home, my wife and kids are waiting for me!" Eager to return home.
"As long as we leave the military camp, we won't be able to go home. We'll go and become mountain kings together!" Ambitious type.
Sone, who had been secretly directing the battle from the rear, was also among them.
His gaze was fixed on the deserter who had called him an idiot, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.
When he saw the fleeing soldiers begin to rebel against the commander, he knew that the defeat was irreversible. So he made a quick and clever decision and stabbed a passing soldier to death.
He stripped off his clothes, put them on himself, and mingled with the deserters, running towards the camp gate.
With his strong physical abilities, he even squeezed into the first echelon of deserters and became their leader.
Because he was startled awake in the middle of the night by Lu, Sone was not wearing the unusually flamboyant armor that represented his status.
Most of his personal guards who knew him well were already dead, and the ordinary soldiers couldn't even remember what their general looked like.
He actually managed to blend in seamlessly without being recognized by the other deserters.
I have to admit, he is indeed a clever little devil.
But it was just a little bit of cleverness...
Due to the heavy snow, the fleeing soldiers could not see the road in the distance. When they arrived at the edge of the camp, led by their leader, what they saw was not the wooden wall they remembered...
"Where's the door?! Where did such a big door go?!"
"What's going on!? Why has the camp fence turned into a wall!?"
"It's sorcery! It must be a monster's trick! She wants to wipe us all out, leaving no one alive!!!"
The path to survival has been cut off.
The deserters shouted in frustration, some even cursing loudly in public.
The fence, which was originally made of logs, had somehow been transformed into a sturdy stone wall.
These walls are about five or six meters high, and there are many different styles of reliefs depicting ugly fire-man masks.
The relief is about a person tall, with short, thick, slanted eyebrows that curve downwards at the ends, and wide-open eyes, some of which are even different sizes.
A short, large nose, sometimes adorned with a few prominent nose hairs, and a pouting mouthpiece, sometimes even crooked to one side.
Judging from the facial expressions alone, these reliefs are undoubtedly quite comical.
But being stared at by those wide-open eyes, some even one big and one small, that looked empty and lifeless, gave one an inexplicable chill.
It's as if these giant masks will pop out of the wall at any moment, stare at you blankly, and then swallow you whole!
[Earth Release: Multiple Earth Flow Walls]
These walls are undoubtedly Xia Yan's masterpiece.
Although he had absolutely no grudge against these soldiers, his position determined his perspective.
Since we've decided to help Lu, we should help her to the end.
Moreover, since they've already become enemies of 3.5, it's even less likely that they'll be left alive!
It's just a few hundred lives. They're dead, so be it. After all, Xia Yan isn't exactly a saint!
As for those comical statues, they are simply a matter of bad taste.
These deserters, cut off from all means of survival, must have felt incredibly depressed. These ugly masks must have offered them some solace.
Thinking about this, Xia Yan couldn't help but feel moved by his own kindness.
The walls are made entirely of one piece of stone slabs, and they look exceptionally thick and heavy, even more stable than the city walls that have been built. Obviously, it would be a considerable undertaking to destroy these walls by manpower.
Moreover, the group is currently just a bunch of deserters, without any siege equipment, and has absolutely no means to breach the walls!
Chapter 350 Pigeon Flock Theory
Seeing that their path was blocked, the skeletons chasing behind them stopped catching up.
Under Lu's direction, he slowly walked towards the crowd, his upper and lower jaws rubbing together, making a crisp clicking sound, as if deliberately creating psychological pressure.
Each light footstep was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of the soldiers.
The masks carved on the wall, looking down at the crowd, seemed to have gained a hint of mockery in their originally dull and empty eyes.
Before them lay an impenetrable wall, while behind them loomed monsters and resurrected spirits.
For ordinary deserters, it was truly a situation where there was nowhere to turn.
A truly desperate situation!
"An illusion! It must be an illusion! Hahaha, you can't fool me! This must be a hallucination created by a monster!"
Looking at the towering wall in front of him, one of the deserters, seemingly defiant, closed his eyes, muttering self-deceptive words like "hallucination" and "fake," and then rammed his head against the wall.
boom--
The crisp sound proved that he had a good head.
It has to be said, this guy is really something else, he's got the energy and the drive to really push himself.
The wall was covered in red and white paint.
The pioneer proved with his actions that the wall before him was by no means a fake.
Not only is it real, it's also very hard!
After learning that death was the only thing waiting for them, the deserters suffered a mental breakdown!
"Hahahaha... We can't get out! We can't get out! This is karma!"
"Nobita? When did you get here? Oh, right, I love you too..."
"My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens! Rather than be eaten by a monster, I'd rather end it all myself!"
"Waaaaah—I don't want to die! Lord Youkai, Granny Youkai, please spare me! It was that son of a bitch Sone who forced me to do this, please spare me!"
Ultimately, humans are sometimes just like flocks of pigeons.
When all the pigeons are gathered together pecking at the food, one suddenly flies to the right, and the rest of the pigeons follow suit, flying haphazardly to the right.
This is the pigeon flock theory proposed by the famous British horse racing master Diego Brando.
As the panic spread, the entire group descended into chaos, and the camp instantly resembled a mental hospital.
Some collapsed and sat on the ground shouting and laughing; some were so frightened that they went insane and talked nonsense; some, unwilling to bear what was to come, slit their throats with a knife and committed suicide; and some knelt down and begged for forgiveness.
Of course, there are also those with ulterior motives...
"Brothers, we're all going to die anyway, might as well fight them!"
Sone, who had been hiding in the crowd, rolled his eyes and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He knew perfectly well that words alone were useless, because he knew what kind of people these deserters were.
The heavy taxes and corvée labor imposed on the lower classes made them inept at thinking and only capable of blindly following others. Once someone took the lead, they would do anything outrageous.
So, while shouting the slogan, he grabbed the deserter who had previously cursed him and led the escape, and casually cut out his tongue.
Ultimately, Sone's fighting skills are still quite high among ordinary people; he could easily subdue this group of cannon fodder with one hand.
"Ha, you dare to insult me to my face? Do you really think I have no temper?!"
Under the deserter's terrified gaze, Sone whispered something harsh in his ear, then used a clever trick to push him forward, while he himself remained quietly in place, waiting for his chance.
Under the influence of this clever force, the deserter staggered forward, giving the illusion at first glance that he was charging forward.
Seeing someone lead the charge out, quite a few people were swayed. A large portion of those who still had reason and were unwilling to sit idly and wait to die followed suit, howling as they rushed out.
The gossipy deserter had only been pushed out; after exhausting his strength, he fell to the ground as if he had twisted his ankle.
But there's no turning back now. The soldiers, spurred on by "his actions," had already launched their charge and couldn't possibly slink back in disgrace.
Without any mercy, they trampled over him and engaged in a fierce battle with "Hollow".
Because his tongue had been cut off, this unfortunate man couldn't even make a sound and was trampled to death on the ground.
"Hmm...it'll be over soon!"
Seeing the enemy charge forward again, Lu covered her mouth and chuckled, directing the skeletons to charge forward while wielding her pale bone blades to reap the lives of her enemies.
His hand movements became increasingly skillful.
She didn't care whether the other party's abnormal behavior was strange or not. After all, although her main target of resentment was Sone, these soldiers were all people who had hurt her.
The escape route has been blocked, and everyone present is going to die; it's just a matter of when.
Upon seeing this, Sone's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sinister smile.
He did this not to settle personal scores, or simply to get revenge for being insulted.
Seeing the soldiers and monsters fighting each other again, he hunched over and weaved through the remaining crowd, quietly slipping away along the wall.
Unlike those deserters who immediately despair when they see their path blocked, although those guys were able to lead the escape, it was ultimately just their survival instinct acting up, not a rational judgment.
They have become accustomed to obeying orders and find it difficult to make their own judgments.
However, Sone, as a general, was naturally different.
"Hmph, in the end they're just a bunch of pigs, they can't accomplish anything great! How could such a stone wall be built so easily! Even if it were a monster, it would be impossible for it to surround the entire camp!"
There must be an exit here, it just hasn't been discovered yet!
"You bunch of idiots, just stay there and buy me some time! It's your honor to be of any help!"
Thinking about this, a sense of superiority welled up within me.