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My Tenant is a Female Ghost
The ground was littered with corpses, many with severed limbs and broken heads from sharp weapons; others had their throats torn open by bites.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. Bai Zhuo looked at the mountain of bodies before him, feeling breathless.
Suddenly, a hoarse roar came from behind him: "Warriors! The Foreign Hu Wolf has ambitions, plundering and slaughtering, exterminating our kin, devouring our flesh and bones. Follow me to face the enemy, show no mercy!" As the Warrior spoke, the previously still scene around them suddenly came to life.
"Show no mercy!" "Show no mercy!" "Show no mercy!" The Warriors behind him echoed loudly, their fighting spirit soaring.
"Kill!" With the command from their leader, war drums sounded, and the Three Thousand Iron Cavalry charged forward.
Blades clashed; the sounds of killing, shouting, and screams filled Bai Zhuo's ears. He stood frozen in place as a warrior on an iron horse struck down a Foreigner but was then pierced through the throat by an opposing infantryman’s spear, falling to the ground. Warm blood splattered across Bai Zhuo's face.
The Iron Cavalry surged into battle, most being dragged off their horses by enemies and becoming infantry themselves.
As he was lost in thought, a flash of white light appeared as a strangely shaped long knife swung toward him. Bai Zhuo barely managed to dodge it, realizing too late that it was about to take his head.
"Thud!" The tip of a long sword protruded from the chest of this Foreigner.
The long knife grazed Bai Zhuo's neck, sending a sharp pain coursing through him. He touched his neck carefully and found that it was only a superficial wound. The Foreigner spat out blood bubbles as he struggled but was soon overwhelmed by chaotic strikes and fell to the ground, mangled and lifeless.
The burning pain in his neck turned numb as Bai Zhuo murmured to himself, "Have I crossed over?"
"Idiot! Are you out of your mind?" a Captain of Tomb Raiders growled. "If you mess up the orders, I won't need anyone else to take your head; I'll do it myself!"
With that harsh warning, the Captain charged into the enemy ranks, unstoppable under the protection of his guards, pushing the front line forward once again. Occasionally, a few scattered enemies fell into their formation, only to be swiftly dispatched by the soldiers.
Bai Zhuo had never witnessed such a scene before, but he managed to remain calm. A soldier behind him patted his shoulder. "Brother, are you from the central army? You look like a rookie!" Bai Zhuo turned to see the soldier seriously handing him a longsword. "Use your weapon to kill. If you don't have a weapon, use your fists. If your fists won't do, bite with your teeth! Any fancy moves won't work here; being quick and agile is the key to killing and staying alive!"
Bai Zhuo nervously accepted the longsword. The soldier continued, "That guy earlier is one of General Ran's guards. In a bit, General Ran will flank from behind and charge into the enemy with the right army. We’ll work together to wipe out these ravenous wolves!"
"Ran, General Ran?"
"Yes, you rookies probably don’t know General Ran’s name yet... Well, just focus on surviving and killing more foreigners... Look!" The soldier suddenly pointed into the distance. "The right army is coming! Brother, let's go kill some enemies!"
With that, the soldier picked up a long knife from the ground and prepared to join the frontline soldiers in their assault on the enemy. At that moment, an enemy had evaded the initial charge and slipped into their formation, appearing behind him. This Foreigner raised his long knife and swung with all his might, severing the soldier's neck in one blow as blood sprayed everywhere.
Just like that, a comrade who had been alive moments ago was gone.
Shock, confusion, tension—Bai Zhuo gripped his longsword tightly and swung it at the enemy.
No matter the era, war is always brutal. Especially on ancient battlefields where weapons are not as advanced as in modern times; a single strike to a vital spot can mean death. In the age of cold weapons, battles were mostly fought with swords and clubs. A quick death is fortunate; if a blade is even slightly duller and leaves you gravely wounded but alive, you can only wait helplessly for death to come because medical technology was not advanced enough back then. Most severely injured soldiers died from excessive blood loss.
Bai Zhuo understood this all too well; he had witnessed a comrade's artery in his leg being severed, blood gushing out continuously. If only there had been a battlefield medic present, he could have been saved. Unfortunately, there were no medics or professional medical personnel around; he still died—despite Bai Zhuo trying to bandage his wounds while he screamed and cried for his mother. But no one could hear him because all the soldiers were desperately fighting off enemies and trying to save themselves; they had no time to spare for a teammate who had lost his fighting ability and sanity.
Bai Zhuo had killed before; Tang Jie from the Tang family was one of his victims. Now that he thought about it, those past experiences seemed trivial compared to what lay before him. Brains and intestines littered the battlefield; fortunately, having seen all sorts of horrors before allowed Bai Zhuo to hold himself together amidst this chaos.
The enemy was fierce and strong.
Bai Zhuo clearly remembered that he had been in the Tomb Palace before. He desperately wished that everything before him was just a dream, that he would wake up after dying.
"No, no..." Bai Zhuo pondered, "This can't be real." Yet the pain in his neck and the aches throughout his body told him otherwise; this was definitely not a simple dream, but at least something akin to an illusion that could inflict physical harm and cause suffering.
Bai Zhuo's guess was not wrong. In the Tomb Palace, Bai Zhuo stood motionless. Cao Yu noticed a new scratch on Bai Zhuo's neck, fresh blood seeping out. Worried, she couldn't see Su Meiniang and had no way to communicate with the weakened Su Meiniang. All she could do was press against his wound.
Before long, Bai Zhuo's sleeve tore, as if from a knife wound; shortly after, another tear appeared at his waist. Soon, his hands and legs were covered in scars, his body trembling continuously. Only Bai Zhuo knew what kind of pain he was enduring.
In the illusion, he was battered and bruised. Fortunately, he managed to hold on until the arrival of the right army, narrowly surviving this battle.
Just as Bai Zhuo contemplated how to escape this illusion, an unexpected turn of events occurred. The Captain of Tomb Raiders who had scolded him earlier grabbed Bai Zhuo like a chicken and threw him to the ground. With a clang, he drew his long knife: "Cowards who fear death have caused the death of my royal guard and disrupted the morale of the army; they shall be executed on the spot!"
Without hesitation, he swung his blade down. Bai Zhuo reacted quickly, rolling away to dodge the lethal strike.
"Defying authority and attempting rebellion! Someone, hold him down!" The Captain of Tomb Raiders glared furiously as two Warriors stepped forward to seize Bai Zhuo and pin him firmly to the ground.
"Damn it..." Bai Zhuo's heart sank as he cursed silently, realizing the dire situation he was in.
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