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As the thick fog gradually dissipated, a low rumble of thunder echoed in the air, and dark clouds pressed down ever lower. Within the clouds, streaks of lightning darted like silver serpents, illuminating the sky, while the deafening roar of thunder was overshadowed by the clamor of clashing weapons and galloping horses.
From the mouth of Listening to the Truth, soldiers poured out in an endless stream. This continued for about half an hour until the last soldier, leaning on a cane, walked out. The tomb chamber fell into a deathly silence, eerily quiet. The soldiers seemed oblivious to our presence, allowing us to observe from within the tomb. Once they had all exited, we turned our gaze toward the entrance of the tomb passage.
The light from the lightning turned our faces pale. Zhengyang gestured for me to remain silent and watch closely; in this battle of the underworld, it was possible that Three Souls and Seven Spirits could be scattered.
Beyond that oasis lay a desert where Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers rushed forward under the command of a general clad in a fur hat and coat. The horses leaped effortlessly over a five or six-meter-high dune, carrying their riders to the summit. Suddenly, a resounding horn sounded!
"This sound is so clear and rhythmic, like a rushing sea; could it be the Song of the Great Wind?" The horn echoed in my mind. It was typical Chu music—melancholic yet grand. When Liu Bang besieged Xiang Yu years ago, it was this very tune that filled the air around Chu.
Upon hearing the military horn, all units of the Han Army began to assemble. Cavalrymen brandished their long spears as they urged their horses forward, while behind them, infantry formations stood firm and orderly, clearly seasoned by battle. The sound of that horn unleashed a torrent akin to a pack of wild wolves charging into the ranks of the Xiongnu army. One cavalryman, the White Knight Young General, shot forth like an arrow, slicing through waves as he plunged into enemy lines.
The Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers numbered three thousand; their front lines remained relatively intact. However, with that charge from the White Knight, chaos erupted in their middle ranks. The last line fell apart like scattered ants—disorganized and vulnerable.
A fierce wind swept in with swirling sand; not far off, a troop of Yin Soldiers hurriedly approached. Judging by their attire, they resembled forces from Yankang Kingdom. Clearly, Yankang King hesitated at a distance, waiting for an opportunity to benefit from the chaos.
The Han Army was about to charge; could this be reminiscent of Ban Gu's Han Army during the Western Han Dynasty?
To the left, one unit of Han Army launched an attack on those reinforcements. Upon seeing the momentum of the Han Army, their leading general pulled back his horse and retreated over ten miles. The Han Army relentlessly pursued them into enemy lines, claiming countless heads.
The center of the Han Army had been advancing slowly but seemed to receive orders to accelerate suddenly. With a sharp whistle signaling their charge, they surged forward! In mere moments, both sides' cavalry clashed head-on across the open field! Two iron streams collided violently at their forefront, creating dazzling sparks as metal met metal amidst thunderous hoofbeats that drowned out all cries and screams. A heavy thud reverberated as cavalrymen at the forefront crashed together; many fell from their mounts in that first wave!
The Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers appeared to regain their composure as they reformed their ranks tightly together, charging forward with bloodshot eyes despite fallen comrades being trampled into oblivion! Indeed, under that first fierce charge from the Han Army, all resistance crumbled!
"The battle is intensifying; rather than just a fight against Yin Soldiers, it feels like witnessing a recording of an epic war!" I sighed as I watched; such a magnificent scene was beyond what any film could portray—my blood surged with excitement.
As the two armies clashed, black blood flowed, and men and horses fell to the ground. Those who fell were trampled into a bloody pulp by the cavalry that followed. The Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers surged forth, swiftly scattering the Han Army into several segments. The two divisions of the Han Army fought valiantly, severing countless heads from the Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers, as if harvesting rice.
Countless charges were repelled by the Han Army, and at this moment, lives were as cheap as dirt, trampled into mush without anyone feeling sorrow. The Yankui cavalry unexpectedly turned back to launch an offensive against the Han Army, spreading out from both flanks and wielding their sabers to slaughter the Han soldiers... that wave of the Han Army faced annihilation.
"Black Sun Fan!" The Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers let out a furious roar! I vaguely recognized this term as meaning "forward" in the Xiongnu language. This pronunciation is still preserved in modern Mongolian.
A chant from Chu began to rise, with one line discernible: it was a Chu dialect saying, "Those who offend the Strong Han shall be punished, no matter how far!" What a powerful declaration! Although those who offend the Strong Han would indeed face punishment, it was undeniably imposing, and the morale of the Han Army soared.
"Charge forward!"
The Han Army quickly adjusted their formation, sending their elite cavalry to the front and arranging them in a long snake formation. This formation is explained in military strategy as responding to attacks on either end; if the enemy strikes at the head, the tail responds; if they strike at the tail, the head responds; if they strike in the middle, both ends respond. In this formation, if the enemy charges in, it is as if we open our arms wide to welcome that piercing blow, catching them off guard and breaking their steel blades.
The Han Army lined up in a single line that stretched for miles. In their cold eyes, it seemed as if a spark had suddenly ignited! The general of the Han Army personally rode around to oversee the battle, continuously inspecting the camp.
Not far away, a White Knight galloped in, breaking through thousands of enemy troops unscathed. Returning to his unit, he lightly nudged his steed and turned its head, raising a long spear to charge! He raced toward the enemy and thrust his spear at Yankang King's mount...
Surrounding guards raised their wooden shields and gathered in front of Yankang King with shouts of anger. As the spear approached, there was a loud crash—the spear tip shattered two massive shields before sending several soldiers hiding behind them flying! The White Knight flicked his spear; Yankang King nearly fell from his horse as he feigned several thrusts before unleashing a flurry of deadly strikes! Blood splattered everywhere! Yankang King was dead!
The Yin Soldiers had no blood; where did this blood from Yankang King come from? However, the intensity of battle quickly suppressed my doubts.
The Han Army surged like a tide toward this breach; more cavalry had directly charged against the shield wall. In the first row of shields, chaos erupted everywhere as more gaps appeared among them! The Yankui and Yin Soldiers had nearly lost their fighting spirit and allowed themselves to be trampled by the Han Army—ashes scattered everywhere!
A shadow flashed through the tomb; Zhengyang trembled slightly, his face extremely serious but quickly returned to normal.
"Capture thieves and kings; it's time for us to take action! I will go kill the general of the Xiongnu Shadow Soldiers! You distract the Yin Soldiers for me!" With that, Zhengyang's expression changed slightly as confusion flickered in his eyes before he continued: "These Yin Soldiers are not afraid of my talismans! Letting them fight will ensure our doom!" He then turned to Big Mouth Lee: "Brother Li! That thing in the tomb is unpredictable; fortune and misfortune are indistinguishable. You, Bald Qiang, and Dong Tong must stay vigilant at all times!"
Like a flash of white light, it disappeared in an instant... Moments later, Zhengyang jumped back into the tomb chamber.
"I just observed from the ridge; the Xiongnu army is being commanded by Chanyu, hiding in the oasis! Give me ten minutes, and I can take that guy down!"
"Son, will you attract the Yin Soldiers for me?"
Everyone turned to look at me, and I understood their thoughts. "Damn it, why is it always me?" Big Mouth Lee laughed, "How many times have you been possessed?" Indeed, in this month alone, I had already been possessed three or four times. I thought to myself, "They are risking their lives for me; if I don't go, it would be ungrateful!"
I steeled myself and stepped out. As soon as I set foot outside the tomb passage, I nearly froze in shock. The Xiongnu soldiers were densely packed like a black cloud. Just as I hesitated, a flash of white light shot out—Zhengyang dashed towards the oasis like a bolt of lightning. That speed was beyond human capability.
"To hell with it!"
A voice came from behind me, "Son, if you really face life-threatening danger, will we just sit back and watch?" I thought to myself, "Damn! If you were true friends, you wouldn't let me go to my death!"
The Yin Soldiers kill not merely with a simple death; they directly shatter the soul!
Soul Shattering means there’s no chance of reincarnation!
"Your forehead is still shrouded in black mist... it's becoming increasingly unclear!" Furball surprisingly spoke up at that moment.
Once, while walking at night with heavy objects in my hands, I had to hold a luminous pearl in my mouth for light. Unexpectedly, this casual act revealed a secret. Holding this Gongye Zhu not only allowed me to understand the language of birds and beasts but also enabled me to comprehend Furball's words. Seeing the thick fog ahead, I held the pearl in my mouth and grabbed my backpack!
"Damn! Furball, you're such an idiot; you're cute when you don't talk but annoying when you do!"
"This is a sign of life and death; tonight is a great calamity for you. Surviving means rebirth through fire; dying... means losing everything!" Furball added further.
"Are you coming with me to fight?"
"I wouldn't dare. I can't handle this kind of ethereal stuff! The Eerie Energy is too overwhelming, it's not good for my growth!" Furball, that untrustworthy guy, was trembling and retreated back into the tomb, jumping behind Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Bald Qiang pulled out the piece of Ancient Jade he had just picked up. It was a top-quality Willow Wood Can Exorcise Evil, and he shoved it into my hands. Taking advantage of my moment of distraction, he kicked me out of the tomb passage and quickly blocked it off!
What a move!
Outside the tomb passage, a cold wind rushed in...
The Ancient Jade in my arms began to glow like a treasure. It looked like a piece of charcoal on the outside... radiating a red light all over... However, when I touched it, it felt completely icy, transparent and bone-chilling. I thought to myself, could this be the legendary "Dead Jade"?
According to the records in Mausoleum Secrets, "Dead Jade, produced in Yunnan, has a simple appearance. It has the ability to attract resentment and can absorb the souls of ghosts! It can transform them through Yang Qi!" Bald Qiang was lucky to find such a treasure; with something like this for protection, what was there to fear?
I took out the Dead Jade, and the air around it suddenly became much colder. I planned to throw it at the Yin Soldiers charging towards me to capture their souls. Unexpectedly, the jade shattered instantly... just like that! My heart sank along with it... I cursed loudly, "Bald Qiang, may your ancestors be cursed for generations! What kind of junk did you give me?"
Clearly, this was a counterfeit. With no other options left, I bit my tongue and sprayed blood onto the Azure Dark Sword before charging into the ranks of the Yin Soldiers.
Facing me were seven or eight Yin Soldiers swinging their blades...
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