bayedsolid Chapter 840 The Ice-Splitting Spear is unleashed, blood stains the setting sun (Page 12)
Chapter 840 The Ice-Splitting Spear is unleashed, blood stains the setting sun (Page 12)
She took a deep breath, as if she were inhaling all the air in the world. With that breath, the already somewhat exhausted internal energy within her body seemed to be ignited, and began to flow wildly.
The spear in his hand seemed to sense its master's state, its tip trembling slightly and emitting a series of clear, melodious buzzing sounds. The sound was like a warrior about to go into battle cheering, or a tiger poised to strike, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any moment.
Clearly, she was prepared to go all out and use her final move to end the battle, to make this ferocious chieftain fall here forever.
Meanwhile, the barbarian soldiers who had been so aggressive were terrified and turned pale when they saw their revered chieftain lying on the ground, severely wounded. Some even turned and fled, completely forgetting that they were still on the battlefield.
In contrast, our soldiers were in high spirits! They shouted loudly, their voices echoing through the sky, deafeningly so. Every face was filled with the joy and excitement of victory in sight.
"The general is mighty!"
"Kill! Avenge our fallen brothers!"
Morale is high! Lin Ping felt a surge of excitement, as if a powerful force was welling up within her. She knew that this was the perfect opportunity to turn the tide and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat! Without hesitation, she raised the long spear in her hand high, its tip piercing the sky like a giant dragon soaring into the heavens, its imposing momentum chilling to the bone.
Immediately afterward, Lin Ping let out a deafening roar, her voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder: "Soldiers! The enemy leader is wounded! We cannot let this golden opportunity slip by! Follow me and charge! Let us use our weapons to slay those despicable barbarian invaders and protect our common home!"
This impassioned shout was like a blazing fire, instantly igniting the fighting spirit and courage deep within the hearts of all the soldiers. They responded to Lin Ping's call, shouting in unison: "Kill! Kill! Slaughter the barbarians and defend our homeland!" In an instant, the shouts of battle echoed through the heavens and earth, and the entire battlefield was filled with an intense atmosphere of carnage. "Kill!"
The deafening battle cries rang out once more, this time filled with unwavering courage and determination. Their own soldiers surged towards the panicked barbarian army like a tidal wave, while Lin Ping led the charge, her "Icebreaker" spear transforming into a true silver lightning bolt as she thrust once more towards the wounded and fallen barbarian centurion!
**I. The spear flashes like a dragon, the chieftain is beheaded.**
The barbarian chieftain, the centurion severely wounded by Lin Ping, was named Batu, known among the barbarians for his ferocity and bloodthirstiness. Although he was in excruciating pain, his broken ribs feeling as if countless steel needles were piercing him, his years of fighting instincts had prevented him from completely losing his ability to resist. Seeing Lin Ping's chilling spear thrust towards him like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, its tip slicing through the air with a piercing shriek, a flicker of despair flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by madness.
"Ha... you little vixen... let's die together!" Batu used his last bit of strength to slam the heavy spiked club in his hand onto the ground. Using the force of the recoil, his massive body rolled half a circle to the side in a strange way, narrowly avoiding the tip of Lin Ping's sure-kill spear.
"Swoosh!" The tip of the Ice-Splitting Spear grazed his shoulder blade, spraying a cloud of scalding blood that stained a large patch of the ground red. The hard spear tip even left a deep groove in his shoulder bone, exposing the bone.
"Hmm?" Lin Ping frowned slightly, not expecting the dying Batu to react in this way. But she was a veteran of countless battles and remained calm in the face of danger. With a flick of her wrist, the Ice-Splitting Spear seemed to come alive. The shaft spun nimbly in her hand, the tip dipped downwards, and then she launched a swift counter-attack!
The change happened in the blink of an eye. Batu had just rolled and landed, his old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated, making it impossible for him to dodge effectively again. He only felt a flash of silver light before his eyes, followed by a cold, sharp pain in his chest, as if a piece of ice had suddenly pierced his heart.
"Uh..." Batu let out an unintelligible gurgling sound. He lowered his head with difficulty, staring in disbelief at the silver spear that had pierced through his chest. The spearhead protruded from his back, stained with his warm blood, and the ice crack patterns carved on the spear seemed to come alive, shimmering with an eerie red light.
Lin Ping's eyes were icy cold, devoid of any pity. She knew that showing mercy to these barbarians would be cruel to the countless comrades and homes behind her. With a sudden burst of strength, she thrust her Ice-Splitting Spear upwards!
"puff!"
A jet of blood, mixed with fragments of shattered internal organs, gushed from Batu's chest, shooting several meters into the sky before raining down like blood. The force of the blow lifted Batu's massive body into the air, where it hovered briefly before crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud. His eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and fear, but the breath of his life was extinguished as quickly as a candle flickering in the wind.
Batu, the barbarian centurion, is to be beheaded!
**II. Leaderless and in disarray, the barbarian tribes collapse**
"The chieftain is dead! Lord Batu is dead!"
"Oh my god! Lord Batu has been murdered!"
"That woman...killed Lord Batu!"
The scene of Batu being killed by Lin Ping with a single spear thrust was like a boulder thrown into the already chaotic barbarian soldiers, stirring up a massive upheaval. The barbarian soldiers, who had been putting up a last-ditch resistance, saw their most revered chieftain so swiftly and decisively killed by this seemingly delicate female general, and their mental defenses collapsed instantly.
Batu was almost an invincible symbol in their hearts. With even Batu dead, what could these ordinary soldiers possibly do? Fear spread among the barbarian soldiers like a plague.
"Run! Run!" Someone shouted first, as if lighting a fuse.
"Wow—"
The barbarian formation, which had been barely holding on, crumbled instantly. The barbarian soldiers, no longer willing to fight, threw down their weapons and fled. They pushed and trampled each other, wishing they had two more legs. The once ferocious barbarian army had instantly become a flock of frightened birds, scattering in all directions.
**III. Pressing the attack with unstoppable momentum**
"The bandit chief is dead! The barbarians have fled! Soldiers, pursue them! Leave no one alive!" Lin Ping drew her Ice-Splitting Spear, the blood on its tip sliding down the cold shaft and dripping onto the ground with a crisp sound. She turned her horse around and shouted loudly, her clear voice echoing throughout the entire battlefield.
"Chase them! Chase them!"
"Leave no one alive! Avenge our brothers!"
The Great Zhou soldiers, who had long been unable to contain themselves, charged forward like a floodgate opened, roaring all the while. The pent-up frustration and anger from being suppressed by the barbarians were now fueled by their relentless pursuit. They brandished their swords, spears, and halberds, unleashing a merciless slaughter on the fleeing barbarian soldiers.
Lin Ping led the charge, her Ice-Splitting Spear transforming into a silver whirlwind in her hands. Wherever it passed, barbarian soldiers fell from their horses, screaming as they collapsed into pools of blood. Her spear technique was agile and swift, sometimes like a serpent's tongue, precise and ruthless; at other times like a whirlwind sweeping away leaves, causing widespread destruction. Her figure was like a silver lightning bolt on the battlefield, leading the Great Zhou army forward.
"General, look! There's a small group of barbarians trying to put up a fight on the left!" Captain Zhao Yong of the personal guards shouted a warning.
Lin Ping glanced around and indeed saw dozens of barbarian soldiers gathered together to the left front. It seemed that a squad leader or some other minor leader was trying to rally the defeated troops and put up a last-ditch resistance in order to buy time for the main force to escape.
"Zhao Yong, take a team and wipe them out!" Lin Ping gave the order without hesitation.
"Understood!" Zhao Yong's spirits lifted, and he roared, "Brothers, follow me! Wipe out these bastards!" He led dozens of elite personal guards, pouncing on the stubborn barbarian soldiers like tigers descending a mountain.
Lin Ping didn't pay much attention to that; her goal was to hunt down the fleeing main force. She knew that she had to strike while the iron was hot and deliver the most devastating blow to these barbarians, so that they would never dare to easily harass the south again for a while.
On the battlefield, shouts of battle, screams, the clash of weapons, and the clashing of hooves mingled together, creating a brutal yet magnificent war symphony. The soldiers of the Great Zhou, like tigers descending from the mountains, unleashed a one-sided massacre upon the fleeing barbarians.
**IV. The Remnants of the Enemy Gather, and a Cornered Beast Fights to the Death**
The fleeing barbarian soldiers, like stray dogs, raced northwards. They abandoned all their supplies, neglecting even their wounded comrades, caring only for their own survival. The Great Zhou army pursued relentlessly, cutting down the barbarian soldiers who fell one after another along the way.
After chasing for about ten miles, a relatively dense grove of trees appeared ahead. Some of the faster-escaping barbarian soldiers had already disappeared into the grove, attempting to use the terrain to escape their pursuit. Outside the grove, about two or three hundred barbarian soldiers, caught up by the Great Zhou army, stood with their backs to the trees, forming a loose circle, weapons in hand, trembling, but their eyes held a hint of desperate madness.
These remaining barbarian soldiers were mostly survivors from their previous squads. Now leaderless, they were simply gathered together by the instinct for survival. Among them were a few barbarian leaders who appeared to have some status, shouting something at the top of their lungs in an attempt to quell the unrest.
Lin Ping reined in her horse, stopping about a hundred paces from the barbarian horde. Her Ice-Splitting Spear pointed diagonally at the ground, drops of blood slowly dripping from its tip. She was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed from the fierce battle, but her eyes remained sharp as an eagle's. The continuous high-intensity fighting, especially the brutal battle with Batu, had depleted much of her inner energy, but looking at the remaining enemy forces before her, her eyes showed no fatigue, only a chilling killing intent.
"General, we've cornered the barbarians outside the forest. Should we charge straight in?" Lieutenant Zhang Meng rode up to Lin Ping's side. His face was covered in blood, and his armor was riddled with knife marks and arrow holes, but he was full of energy, clearly in high spirits after the victory.
Lin Ping shook her head and calmly analyzed, "There's no need to rush. They're fighting like cornered beasts. Although they still have two or three hundred men, their morale is low and their equipment is disorganized. A direct assault might win, but we'll suffer unnecessary casualties."
She looked up at the sky; the setting sun had painted the sky a brilliant orange-red, but the grove of trees appeared somewhat gloomy. "Send the order: surround this grove! Don't let a single barbarian escape! Archers, prepare to take up advantageous positions and prevent them from breaking out. The rest of you, rest and recover your strength."
"Yes! General, you are wise!" Zhang Meng replied loudly and immediately went to relay the order.
Soon, the Great Zhou soldiers began to move. A group of archers quickly dispersed, occupying the earthen slopes and high ground around the grove, drawing their bows and aiming their arrows at the barbarian soldiers in the forest. The remaining infantry formed a tight formation, completely surrounding the grove and creating an impenetrable encirclement.
The barbarian soldiers trapped in the forest panicked even more upon seeing this. They attempted to charge several times, but were driven back by a dense rain of arrows fired by the Great Zhou archers, suffering heavy losses. After several unsuccessful attacks, they were utterly desperate and could only cower deep in the woods, trembling as they awaited their final judgment.
**V. Nightfall, Danger Lurks**
As night fell, a waning moon hung above the treetops, its cold light casting an eerie silence over the battlefield, shrouding this blood-soaked land. Only occasionally, suppressed sobs and groans of the wounded echoed from the depths of the woods.
The soldiers of the Great Zhou lit bonfires, the crackling flames illuminating their weary yet excited faces. They began distributing rations and water, taking turns to rest. Having endured a grueling battle and ultimately triumphed, each soldier's face beamed with the relief of surviving a calamity and the joy of victory.