Chapter 005: Taliban Corpses

The roar of the red-robed general surged forth, echoing all around. Wang Fo'er, situated about a mile away from the battlefield, was still shaken to the point of his ears ringing and his vision blurring. He inwardly cursed, "This fool, seeing that you are about to perish, who would come to challenge you one-on-one? With such intelligence, it's no wonder you were surrounded and attacked alone..."

After collecting three corpse soldiers, Wang Fo'er began to intentionally retreat further from the battlefield. In the past ten days, he had seen many dead bodies, but this was the first time he had come into close contact with the warfare model of this world

The roar of General Mu, clad in a red robe, could not be suppressed.

Impressive!

A few steps away from his feet, the copper ruler that had caused him such pain gradually cooled down, changing from a bright red to a pale yellow. The engraved patterns on it were intricate and detailed, resembling that of a finely crafted bronze chariot.

In the fierce battle, the number of Sidian troops who perished at his hands is unknown. This is the first time Wang Fo'er has witnessed such a large-scale scene of slaughter. Wang Fo'er has been pleading with the various deities of the Central Plains for a reduction in the sight of fresh corpses, but it is evident that he has not received a benevolent response

With each cycle, this chill gradually intensified, transforming from a trickling stream into a babbling brook. Unbeknownst to him, Wang Fo'er had fallen into a deep sleep while manipulating his true energy.

At this moment, with a single stroke, exuding an overwhelming momentum and remaining unhurried, he completely dispelled the image of Wang Fo'er as a coward who could only rely on his subordinates to do the dirty work behind the scenes.

I am unaware of any renowned sects in this world. I must seize the opportunity to find a master and learn the means of self-preservation! Initially, I had hoped to rely on my talent for painting to become a spring palace painter, ensuring a lifetime free from worries about food and clothing. However, it seems that life skills are far too unreliable now

This copper ruler measures only six inches in length, yet the intense heat it contains burns as if it has just been taken from the furnace. Wang Fo'er encountered a great calamity; his forehead was scorched, forming numerous large blisters. Even though he reacted quickly and tightly covered his mouth, the pain caused his entire body to tremble, and he nearly cried out.

The people here are truly insane; everyone is a master and a - diagram - book

Yan Chimei was originally commanding a large army, and Wang Fo'er did not notice any difference in him. With just one move, he seemed to ghostly traverse from dozens of feet away to stand before the red-robed general. Without any visible action, the blade light under his arm swept out, merging the blade light and his figure into one. The entire person resembled a sharp and unmatched cold light, directly aimed at the neck of the red-robed general.

"Little Bush's big chrysanthemum, I was quite bold, having attended a few anatomy classes in my past life; otherwise, I truly would not be able to adapt to this chaotic world"

Indeed, it is a pyrrhic victory; what a needless suffering this is

Mom, this is terrible. I was beaten to death by thugs here. Do I really have to be boiled to death again before I can go home... Is there a first-class seat on this return ticket!

The Xidi army quickly cleared the battlefield, likely because Yan Chimei was gravely injured and his subordinates were eager to return to camp. They hardly tidied up the corpses around the battlefield and did not notice Wang Fo'er, who was trembling in the woods.

Only after the sounds of the Xidi army faded away did Wang Fo'er release her grip and let out a loud, mournful scream

One hundred meters away from the deep pit and the books, the general named Yan Chimei was spewing blood profusely, while a dozen of his subordinates were doing everything they could to treat his wounds. Meanwhile, another deputy general was gathering the troops, clearly preparing to retreat

Yan Chimei! I stand tall and proud; if you wish to take my head, come and take it yourself. Do not let these petty soldiers tarnish my reputation

The red-robed general is unmatched in valor, wielding a long spear that sweeps across all directions. In critical moments, the flames emanating from his arm serve as a formidable blade, instilling fear in all who face him. No enemy dares to approach and launch a surprise attack against his bronze war chariot.

On a tree branch, a fiery red copper ruler, evidently extremely hot, caused the obstructing branch to emit a hissing sound as it burned. Wang Fo'er had just crouched down beneath the tree when the branch could no longer withstand the copper ruler and fell, striking Wang Fo'er's head directly

Wang Fo'er was terrified of being discovered, and did not dare to command the five great corpse soldiers, instead allowing them to lie down and continue pretending to be dead. He quietly planned to crawl under a large tree to hide.

The intense pain was excruciating, and the icy current within Wang Fo'er's body suddenly surged once more. It wound through several meridians and channels within him, rising up to his forehead, circling around before returning to his lower abdomen

At ease! Attention, left turn... salute!

The commander of the Xidi army, who had been supervising from the rear, spoke out, surprising Wang Fo'er once again. However, his astonishment was not due to the fact that this general of the Xidi army could be foolish enough to engage in a one-horse charge despite having the upper hand. Rather, he was taken aback by the voice of Yan Chimei, which, though not loud, carried far and wide, reaching the woods as if it were right beside him, neither too high nor too low.

Indeed, it is pleasing to hear

The red-robed general was clearly growing increasingly desperate about breaking through the encirclement, and he let out a furious roar towards the sky

Wang Fo'er had long discovered that the copper ring for controlling corpses he had picked up could only control a maximum of five corpse soldiers. On the edge of the battlefield, he retrieved three nearly dead soldiers from the Xidi army, slightly expanding his team to reach the upper limit of the copper ring's control.

Faintly sensing that the pain seemed to lessen somewhat, Wang Fo'er clutched at this lifeline as if it were a straw to save him. He exerted effort to drive this cold energy, unsure whether it was a stroke of luck or a desperate act. After several failures, Wang Fo'er finally understood that this cold energy could only circulate along a few specific pathways related to the books. Gradually, he became more adept at controlling it

Looking back at the five corpse soldiers under his command, Wang Fo'er suddenly felt that relying on them to safeguard his own life was indeed rather fragile

Wang Fo'er hurriedly closed his eyes, hearing countless chaotic sounds in his ears. When he regained his vision and looked towards the battlefield, the bronze war chariot pulled by eight strange beasts had vanished. Surrounding the center of the battlefield was an enormous, gaping pit that was striking to behold.

General Mu has this request; how could Yan Chimei refuse? Allow me to see you off!

A formidable opponent, this is the courage that no one can withstand!

The red-robed general swiftly thrust his long spear into the bronze war chariot, his arms slightly raised. A blade of fiery red light surged violently, resembling a crimson rainbow, igniting the skies. It clashed fiercely with the military saber of the Western Di general, Yan Chimei, resulting in an explosion of brilliant red light that instantly blinded Wang Fo'er.

At this moment, the battlefield was even more fiercely contested, with only the red-robed general standing alone on the bronze war chariot, as all the other soldiers under his command had been completely slaughtered by the Western Di army