Chapter 0005: Clear Distinction of Grievances and Affections
The escape continues, with the pursuing enemies relentlessly chasing after them. As time goes on, Tang Yin loses track of how far he has run, only remembering that the middle-aged man's stamina is failing, gradually unable to keep up with the pace. He simply hoists the middle-aged man onto his shoulder.
The first to suffer were those soldiers who discarded their shields while fleeing; they had no armor to block the whistling arrows, and their bodies were almost instantly pierced like hedgehogs, collapsing into pools of blood.
The middle-aged man was unaware that he had just narrowly escaped becoming a ghost under Tang Yin's spear. With a face full of anxiety, he shouted repeatedly at Tang Yin while pulling him to run backward.
It is unknown who led the way, but when they crossed a valley entrance, they found that they could no longer run forward. It turned out that this valley was a dead end, circular in shape, with no other exits besides the one passageway. At this moment, turning back was already too late, as the entrance was tightly surrounded by countless white soldiers, sealing it off completely. Not to mention a person, even a mouse could not squeeze through.
The middle-aged man noticed his gaze, shook his head at Tang Yin with a bitter smile, and spoke softly. Although Tang Yin could not understand the words, he could sense the man's sadness and despair from his tone
The general at the forefront suddenly turned around and shouted loudly. In response to his call, all the soldiers rose simultaneously, each taking up their respective weapons.
As the large cavalry unit of the white side charged forward, the situation on the battlefield became overwhelmingly one-sided, with the black soldiers abandoning their resistance and retreating in large groups.
Seeing that the enemies in the valley remained still, shouts echoed from the other side of the valley, but this time the tone was severe and cold, carrying the implication of a final warning
Puff, puff, puff
Tang Yin pulled the middle-aged man, running alongside the large group of black-clad individuals. The more they ran, the more suffocating it became. He had not provoked anyone, so why was he caught up in such trouble? First, he inexplicably woke up in the forest, and then he was inexplicably drawn into this battle of the cold weapon era. What on earth was going on?
The valley is vast and open, with no ground to take refuge and no place to hide; the rain of arrows pours down almost without obstruction
Gulu ... ... gulu gulu ... ...
The shouts caused a stir among the lifeless black-clad soldiers, with many slowly straightening their bodies and heading towards the valley entrance. At that moment, a large man clad in a black battle robe, resembling a general, let out a furious roar, repeatedly shouting at those soldiers attempting to move towards the valley entrance. The remaining soldiers sitting on the ground also displayed expressions of disdain.
Roar
This is not a war, but a one-sided massacre
Is it time for the final battle? Tang Yin苦笑着,跟着众人站起。他不知道自己究竟走了什么样的霉运,莫名其妙地陷入到这个险境之中,直到现在,他都不清楚自己身处何处,周围的这些士兵究竟是些什么人
The soldiers walking towards Kanekuchi lowered their heads, their faces flushed, and slowly sat back down on the ground
Sandstorm? This was the first word that sprang to Tang Yin's mind, but he quickly realized he was mistaken; it was not a sandstorm, but rather the dust kicked up by a massive cavalry unit charging at full speed
Tang Yin followed the direction of his finger and immediately frowned. He saw a cloud of dust rising behind Bai Fang, enveloping the area and nearly obscuring half the sky.
Tang Yin withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the middle-aged man beside him
Tang Yin is a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. Although he is inherently cold and cruel, this is a result of his tragic childhood experiences. Throughout his life, very few people have treated him well, and because of this, he remembers even the slightest kindness. Moreover, this middle-aged man is someone who has saved his life.
As the saying goes, in a state of panic, one cannot choose the right path. This large group of fleeing black soldiers precisely exemplifies this phrase
This run is a struggle against death itself. Many soldiers discarded their black helmets, black armor, and weapons, succumbing to a sense of defeat that resembled the floodwaters of a river.
Looking around at the black soldiers, their faces were filled with despair. It is no wonder they felt this way; the numbers on both sides were completely disproportionate. Moreover, most of the soldiers were without armor and weapons, and the number of injured soldiers was countless. In addition, they found themselves in a dire situation, with almost no one harboring any hope of survival
However, it is easy to get involved, but difficult to extricate oneself afterwards
Until now, he has not understood why he has ended up in such a situation
The middle-aged man discerned his stubbornness, pointed ahead, and shouted repeatedly.
More than 3,000 deserters from the black side were trapped in this dead valley, while on the other side of the valley's mouth, the soldiers of the white side were gathering in increasing numbers. From a distance, it appeared as a vast expanse of white, estimated to be at least 50,000 strong
What should the other party do to deal with them next? Tang Yin furrowed his brows and pondered silently
Tang Yin did not know what they were talking about, but he could roughly guess the situation. Clearly, the white side had just called out to persuade them to surrender, and someone on the black side was tempted. However, the general leading the team stopped them.
The soldiers holding shields did not hold out for long. Although the shields successfully protected their upper bodies, they could not shield their legs and feet. From time to time, soldiers had their legs and feet pierced by the arrows, falling to the ground with agonizing cries. Before they could rise, they were shot to a bloody pulp by the subsequent rain of arrows.
The valley is deep, surrounded by steep cliffs, as if it were carved out by a gigantic axe. The dark cliff walls are as smooth as a mirror, devoid of any vegetation. Even the most skilled mountaineers would find it difficult to ascend, let alone without any climbing tools at hand
Tang Yin was not a fool; at this moment, he certainly would not insist on staying any longer. Without the middle-aged man needing to pull him, he grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist and took off running.
This general indeed possesses great spirit, not one to fear death! Thinking this, Tang Yin could not help but glance at him a few more times. The man, dressed as a general, appeared to be in his thirties, with a rugged and fierce appearance. His face and body were covered in blood, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.
In an instant, the sounds of iron clashing, the muffled thuds of bodies being pierced, and the heart-wrenching screams merged into one. A dense, massive, and ferociously lethal array of arrows resembled the outstretched hand of death, mercilessly tormenting all life within its reach
Ah ... ... Ya ... ...
It can be said that from the moment he donned the black soldier's uniform, his fate had already begun to change, leading him down a path that was both thrilling and extraordinary
What are you running from? You are not incapable of defeating them yourself. Tang Yin furrowed his brows, standing firm and refusing to move an inch.
Tang Yin is a person who remains unflinching even under immense pressure, yet now he cannot help but break into a cold sweat
A loud voice suddenly echoed from the valley entrance, clear enough to be heard from quite a distance.
The guide truly deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces! Tang Yin silently cursed while scanning the valley.
Tang Yin was slender in build, yet he was carrying a person while running. However, his speed was not at all slower than that of the people around him, and he did not appear as breathless or drenched in sweat as the others. He moved with remarkable agility, occasionally leaving the fleeing soldiers ahead of him far behind. It was at this moment that he realized this was not merely a battle involving a few hundred people; there were thousands of fleeing soldiers on the side of the black faction alone.
Ah? Tang Yin had never seen such a scene in his life, and he couldn't help but exclaim, instinctively crouching down.
Gradually, the ground began to tremble, and a rumbling sound like distant thunder approached, growing louder. Before the specific appearance of the other party could be seen, the overwhelming momentum had already pressed down, making it difficult to breathe.
He was deep in thought when suddenly a whistling sound came from the direction of the valley entrance. The sound grew closer, descending from high above. Tang Yin instinctively looked up, his eyes widening in shock. He saw countless black feathered arrows flying through the sky, their numbers so vast that they seemed to cover the heavens like a giant black cloth, nearly blocking out the sun. These arrows, dense as raindrops, were rapidly approaching his direction.