svetikya Chapter 215
Chapter 215
The narrow entrance of the Yixiantian Canyon is like the throat of nature, and is now shrouded in a thick bloody atmosphere.
Li Si, the brave general holding the Mo Dao, stood tall at the forefront of the battlefield. Every swing of his sword was as powerful as thunder. In the splashing blood, he seemed to have turned into a lone boat in the raging sea, standing firm despite the raging wind and waves.
"Haha! Come on, rats! Let your blood become the sacrifice under my Mo Dao!"
His laughter was unrestrained and penetrated the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, with an unquestionable domineering aura. Li Si casually wiped the blood on his cheek, and his eyes flashed a cold light in the afterglow of the sunset, like a god of war returning from hell, which was palpitating.
Li Si spit out a pool of minced meat in his mouth and wiped the blood on his face.
The Qiang soldiers wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rescue their besieged companions, but every time they tried to get close to the iron wall made of Mo Dao, they could hear the endless screams and despair from the depths of the canyon.
It was not just the wailing of their companions, but also the ruthless destruction of their will.
The high priest stood in the back, his hair and beard were all standing up, his eyes were red, and he roared at the top of his lungs.
"Half an hour has passed, why can't we tear this line of defense?! How can our soldiers stop here!"
There was both anger and helplessness in his voice. Faced with such stubborn resistance, even he, as the spiritual leader of the tribe, couldn't help feeling powerless.
At this moment, in the canyon, the previous tragic screams had gradually faded, replaced by an ominous silence, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt meat.
The canyon, which was originally ablaze with flames, was now engulfed by thick black smoke, like the mouth of a giant beast, swallowing up all light and vitality.
In this chaotic darkness, a burly warrior stepped out, holding an object similar to a basketball in his hand.
When everyone's eyes focused, they were shocked and recognized that the hero who walked out of the ashes was Dian Wei, Liu Yao's personal guard.
His face was firm, and his eyes flashed with cold and resolute light, as if he had just returned from the hell of the battlefield.
In his huge palm covered with traces of battle, what he held tightly was not an ordinary object, but the head of the mad lion, whose eyes were frozen, but still revealed unwillingness and astonishment, as if telling the last struggle and despair before his death.
Dian Wei casually threw the head of the mad lion in front of the Qiang people.
"Haha, if you want the same fate as this man, you can continue to attack. We will kill as many as you come today!"
The morale of the Qiang soldiers who surrounded them was completely broken, and everyone began to retreat.
The high priest looked at the charred head of the mad lion.
"It's over! It's all over!"
The high priest closed his eyes in some pain. When he thought of his people being engulfed by the flames, he couldn't help shivering all over.
At this moment, he no longer had the ambition to swallow up the world. His choice to attack Liu Yao was a wrong decision. He should not have sought wealth from the beginning to the end, nor should he have led his troops into the Han area.
It was he who let the Qiang people enter this abyss. He was the sinner of the Qiang people!
At this moment, Liu Yao lightly lifted the reins, and the sound of the horse's hooves was steady and powerful, penetrating the thick and almost solidified smoke curtain on the battlefield. His figure was like the first ray of sunlight that penetrated the clouds at dawn, with irresistible majesty and determination.
"Liu Yao from Zhuo County! Here! Please ask the Qiang High Priest to come out and meet me!" His voice was neither loud nor low, but it clearly penetrated the hustle and bustle of the battlefield and echoed in everyone's ears, with unquestionable power.
Upon hearing this, the High Priest's eyes swept across the messy battlefield, his heart was filled with mixed feelings, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He looked around, the land was devastated, the blood of the Qiang warriors dyed the land red, and nearly half of the army had turned to ashes. Although it was the price they paid for their own decision, it was his fault as the highest commander, and now his face was ashen.
"Oh, today, let me witness with my own eyes what kind of extraordinary person this general known as the 'Jade-faced Butcher' is. You guys stay put for now and wait for good news."
There was both helplessness and an indescribable expectation and unwillingness in his tone.
Now his term as the high priest has come to an end. Once he returns to the tribe, he will have to commit suicide to apologize.
He just wants to get to know the other party.
The high priest led dozens of people through the defeated Qiang army and headed towards Liu Yao's position. He knew very well that he was now in the heart of Guanzhong. If he wanted to escape back, he would inevitably be killed by the Han army. The remaining Qiang warriorsI'm afraid that only one out of ten people can escape.
"The Jade-faced Butcher!"
"The Qiang High Priest!"
"Haha, the general is truly worthy of being the military god of the Han Dynasty. I admire him for this battle. He is truly a hero born young."
"If it weren't for the fact that your men didn't obey your orders, I wouldn't have won this battle so quickly."
Under the sky stained by ancient grievances, the two people's eyes were like torches, interweaving with sparks, as if they could penetrate the hatred of thousands of years and look directly into the depths of each other's souls.
Han and Qiang, these two nations, have been like stars and dark night since ancient times, never blending together, but in the tapestry of fate, they unexpectedly intertwined this unusual scene.
"High Priest, I advise you to surrender. Two cavalry units under my command will arrive soon. We will surround you from three directions and you will not be able to escape."
After he finished speaking, the wind and clouds rose and the dust rolled around, as if even nature was responding to the coming change.
Xu Chu and Gao Lan, two generals of the Bingzhou Army, each led their elite troops, and the cavalry galloped with great momentum. They were gradually narrowing the encirclement and slowly forcing the Qiang cavalry into a desperate situation.
At this tense and delicate moment, the air was filled with an indescribable sense of tragedy and determination.
The Qiang chief priest chuckled and said, "Hahaha!! Liu Yao! I was defeated by you today! I am convinced! But this does not mean that we Qiang people were defeated by you Han people!"
"Qiang people will never admit defeat! Even if we die today, we will never surrender!"
"After we die, our souls will return to the Wolf God! The descendants of the Wolf God will fight bravely!"
A murderous aura suddenly burst out from Liu Yao's eyes.
"Good! You are brave! Today! I want to see! Are you Qiang people tougher! Or are my Han people's knives sharper!"
"Kill all the Western Qiang soldiers, and the sword on your waist is still bloody!"
"Bingzhou Army! Kill all Qiang people with all your strength! No one will be spared! Seven days later! Send troops to Xiliang!"
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