Chapter 955: Chapter 6: Decisive Victory, Breaking the Shackles
Li Guanyi galloped past, leaning down to lift the fellow up.
“Such a waste of all the skills cultivated in the Third Layer Heaven.”
He noticed this nobleman’s delicate skin, loose muscles, yet possessing power similar to Inner Strength from the Central Plains, which made him curious. He tossed the nobleman towards the corpse of a nearby leader. The man let out a miserable scream, trembling all over.
Li Guanyi flicked his wrist, Inner Qi circulating, and picked up the knife the man had dropped on the ground.
The knife was crafted from gold and was not heavy, weighing merely two or three pounds.
Thin as the wings of a cicada, with a sheath made of precious ebony, inlaid with seven gemstones.
Gold being soft, Li Guanyi worried that an arrow might pierce the knife, ruining its value, which is why he shot through the man’s wrist instead.
Engraved on the blade were verses of Buddhist Scripture, urging kindness and virtue. Li Guanyi briefly noticed words like “Enjoy wealth in poverty in the next life, women should be born as men” and decided to take the knife.
After experiencing the harshness of battles in the Central Plains, the fierce warriors of the Qilin Army easily completed this skirmish. Saatanati stood there in a daze, as a Samurai with a deathly pale face extended a knife to threaten the little girl, only to be pierced by an arrow swiftly.
The broad-shouldered samurai cried out and fell, while the young man sitting atop a horse watched as the bowstring on his war bow still softly whistled.
The sound of hoofbeats was crisp, and Saatanati saw a Central Plains man, dressed in Western Regions attire, coming over, smiling faintly. He said nothing, just reached into his arms and tossed something into his own embrace.
She snapped back from the massive impact, instinctively cradling the item, only to find it was a mirror. Li Guanyi dismounted with a smile and said, “I have yet to give you my gift; why have you come here?”
He didn’t ask how she was doing because it was naturally not well coming here.
He casually mentioned the previous agreement as if nothing had ever happened.
Saatanati held the mirror, revealing a relieved smile.
The other people in the camp wanted to escape but were blocked by Pan Wanxiu’s mechanical car.
Gongsun Huaizhi remained in the tribe, accompanied by the Mo Family Master.
He also brought along the carriage—
The Mo Family Disciples, feeling uneasy without mechanisms at hand, likening it to running in the street naked.
Constructed by modifying and cobbling together the wooden boxes used by Saatanati’s tribe for pulling luggage, meant to deploy the Gongsun Family’s turning crossbow machine. Yet this honest Academy Master could single-handedly use the carriage pulled by four war chariots, racing on the roads with a whole load.
Pan Wanxiu shyly said this was nothing.
He just mentioned that within the Academy, it was considered basic.
Even the warriors of the Western Regions couldn’t help but admire the legendary Academy, Fan Qing and others swiftly completed the takeover of the camp.
“Mostly leather armor, more than two hundred sets, heavy armor is scarce, only thirty-three sets, bows two thousand six hundred, three hundred horses, five hundred shields, arrows countless, additionally grain, kerosene, ironware, salt, and other supplies meant for frontline reinforcement.”
“Moreover, five hundred cattle and sheep, three chests of gold and silver.”
“As for captives…”
Changsun Wuchou paused. After the Qilin Army generals shattered the morale of the camp’s samurai, they submitted or begged for mercy, complying with the original military orders of the Qilin Army to accept surrendering enemies.
However, the Western Regions differ from the Central Plains, with more complex historical factors here.
Seeing their tribes treated like prey, hunted down, the Western Regions samurai’s eyes turned red.
Years of oppression led to overwhelming anger and sorrow, with close loved ones killed like animals or rabbits, young ones taken away as serfs, female slaves sent to the frontlines to serve the cavalry and generals.
The accumulated anger of many years finally erupted like a fire.
Hundreds-year-old hatred and resentment surged, vowing to burn away those who lashed them with whips—to avenge kin, to avenge the elderly, ceaseless slaughter ensued till the poorly made curved swords completely snapped, in only a short time leaving rivers of blood everywhere.
The six to seven hundred killed the less than two thousand, although it should have been impossible to win, slaying those devoid of combat spirit wasn’t difficult, even Fan Qing didn’t try to stop them—
With relatives killed, in a situation of oppression.
Revenge equates to justice.
Heaven and earth in unison.
The overwhelming scent of blood lingered, bodies lay sprawled, yet even amid such fury, the noble heirs astonishingly remained unscathed, those whose eyes were bloodshot never turned their blades against the high-ranking ones.
Several nobles survived.
After reporting the situation.
Batuer and other Western Regions locals watched the young man sitting on a stone, Li Guanyi had glued a layer of beard onto his face, fiddling with the golden knife, Batuer pulling at Saatanati, observing these people’s proficient handling of captives and tallying spoils, momentarily rendered speechless.
Who exactly are these people…
So fierce.
Are traveling merchants from the Central Plains all such formidable fighters? But he didn’t dwell on it; the tribal children had been rescued, everyone from the tribe cheered, brimming with joy, yet even having rescued the children, they couldn’t leave.
Because they were still fearful, trembling.
In the fervor of blood and the catalyst of vengeance and hatred, they followed this young man, accomplishing countless things they had thought about but dared not do; when the killing ended, and people were rescued, as the heated blood settled, the remnants of noble rule spanning hundreds of years would reemerge like clouds.