"I said we can't hold it, let's retreat!"
The explosions had shaken their eardrums. If the sound was even slightly softer, they wouldn't hear it, even face-to-face.
"No way! Lord Nalan issued a death order. We must hold this high ground! Reinforcents are coming soon!"
"Damn it! Ten days ago, they said reinforcents were coming! Now more than half of our brothers are dead or wounded, and still no reinforcents!!"
The Qing Army shouted with bloodshot eyes, staring fiercely into the commander's eyes.
If they weren't part of the New Army personally trained and built by Nalan Shu, the ordinary Qing Army would have already collapsed at such a casualty rate!
But even a well-trained New Army faces near-collapse in morale when confronted with relentless enemy artillery fire.
Bullets scread overhead. The commander looked around at his bloodied brothers, whose expectant eyes were on him. He couldn't bring himself to give the order to hold on.
However, desertion in battle... would an execution!
Just as the commander battled internally, a ssenger ran along the trench, shouting excitedly.
"Reinforcents are here! Reinforcents are here!!!"
With those words, it was as if everyone was injected with adrenaline; their near-broken morale surged, suddenly feeling capable of fighting another three hundred rounds!
"Where are they? Where are the reinforcents?!"
The commander grabbed the ssenger, asking with bloodshot eyes.
"Right behind us! He ca with ."
The ssenger pointed behind him, and following his gaze, the commander saw a strange figure, hooded and cloaked in a pitch-black cape, untouched by the battlefield's gri, out of place with the combat atmosphere.
"Are you the vanguard? Where is the main force of reinforcents?"
The hooded figure raised his head slightly, revealing a beautiful, youthfully innocent face not resembling a mortal.
"No main force, I am the only reinforcent."
"What?!!"
The unexpected words pierced his eardrums. Looking at the handso youth who seed unable to even truss a chicken, the commander sank to the ground, mumbling in despair.
"It's over..."
But the youth opposite him rely smiled, his dark, profound eyes turning to the outside of the trench, looking at the sparse locust army charging uphill.
"Don't worry. It's a small scene; I'm enough by myself."
Without waiting for the commander's response, the youth tapped the tip of his foot, leaping out of the trench, appearing to walk leisurely, yet swiftly, towards the enemy.
"Prepare!"
Seeing a figure jump out from the opposing trench, a locust army squad leader unhesitatingly gave the order, raising his military knife.
Several seasoned soldiers around him promptly lay prone, pulling the bolts to aim.
"Fire!!"
Swish~
As the military knife swung down, several soldiers simultaneously pulled the trigger, scorching bullets leaving the barrel at supersonic speed, precisely targeting the figure hundreds of ters away.
Bang bang bang~
Yet after a round of volley fire, the target continued to stride forward, seemingly unaffected.
"What's going on?"
"The target paused just now. Our lead shots didn't hit!"
"Damn it! Again! Prepare!"
Once more, the squad leader raised the military knife to command the snipers, but this ti the target paused again, letting all bullets with lead shots miss their mark.
On the other side of the battlefield, Zhu Haomiao followed the guidance of his Spiritual Sense, pacing forward with varying speed, evading all bullets aid at him effortlessly.
While testing the supernatural combat intuition of the Gale Force Perfect Realm, the youth involuntarily smirked as he arrived in front of the fiercest charging locust army.
"Sine!!"
Boom!
The gunfire erupted. With less than five ters between them, the bullet arrived instantly, but Zhu Haomiao lightly sidestepped just before the trigger was pulled, allowing the bullet to harmlessly brush past a few centiters before his chest.
Swish~
The following bayonet strike hit nothing, as the two passed each other as if performing a routine, leaving the locust army mber clutching his throat and kneeling, body convulsing and trembling.
Fountain-like blood gushed uncontrollably between his fingers, quickly pooling into a puddle on the ground.
Without looking back at the corpse, Zhu Haomiao discarded the mass of bloody flesh in his hand.
Bloodthirst!
Slaughter!
Destruction!
......
A malicious, cruel gleam of bloodlust flashed in his eyes. The Original Sin long suppressed deep within his soul began to stir.
Zhu Haomiao restrained his desire to slaughter.
With seemingly leisurely yet swift strides, he easily penetrated a locust army mber's defense circle. At this range, the overly long rifle bayonet was nothing but a burden.
In the enemy's terrified gaze, the youth's outstretched slender hand, with fingers carrying the Armor Breaking Power, inserted into his chest like a sharp sword, retrieving a warm, convulsing heart with ease.
After tearing the connected blood vessels, the youth's steps didn't pause at all, as if casually picking an apple from a tree, he delightedly brought it to his nose to sniff.
The sweet and savory scent of blood was intoxicating. Zhu Haomiao felt an inexplicable hunger, wanting to chew and swallow the heart he held.
But after a mont's hesitation, he suppressed the unusual, exhilarating desire and gently discarded the organ in his hand.
Humans can't, or at least shouldn't, eat such things...
[Book of Black]: Dao Heart 1
Zhu Haomiao: "???
Blinking with indescribable words, Zhu Haomiao unhesitatingly walked towards the next fortunate audience mber, ignoring their screams and resistance before gently snapping their neck.
In such a dangerous battlefield, I even left him with an intact corpse. I'm not so villain, so why the Dao Heart increase?!
Without sparing a mont's glance at the convulsing corpse behind him, aimless thoughts swirled chaotically in the youth's mind as he carelessly road the battlefield, turning one well-trained locust army mber after another into cold corpses.
A few hundred ters away, an officer lowered his binoculars, angrily drawing his military knife.
In just a few minutes, his company lost more than a dozen soldiers. If the skirmish line weren't so widely scattered, that number would have multiplied several tis!
If this continues, the front-line soldiers will be wiped out before even reaching the enemy's position!
Elsewhere, Zhu Haomiao, cosplaying the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, crushed a locust army mber's head, shaking off the brain matter on his hand when suddenly he heard a sharp roar.
"Chinese bastard! Die!!!"
Amidst the sharp glint of a blade, a sharp military knife descended from above, carrying the montum to cleave the youth in half.
In a flash of lightning and stone fire, Zhu Haomiao casually reached out, precisely grasping the enemy's blade-wielding fist and lightly squeezing.
Crack~
The Non-human Level Strength of 58 points poured out like a hydraulic press, crushing the opponent's fist into mush.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"
Amidst the agonizing scream, Zhu Haomiao snatched away the katana, infused it with Inner Breath, and executed a reverse slash.
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