usatvline Chapter 215 Grand Marshal of the Army
Chapter 215 Grand Marshal of the Army
At the same time, countless stones of varying sizes rained down from the sky like a storm, crashing heavily onto the ground and raising clouds of dust.
The arrows flying everywhere were dense and numerous, like a giant net that enveloped the entire battlefield, leaving no place to escape.
At this moment, the stench of blood in the air grew stronger, and the pungent smell irritated people's nasal passages.
The strong stench of blood attracted a pack of ravenous carnivores, who lingered at the edge of the battlefield, their eyes gleaming with greed, waiting to feast on this bloody spectacle…
Birds circled in the air, emitting hoarse cries that sent chills down one's spine.
"What's going on!" Su Fuying stared wide-eyed, her face filled with astonishment as she looked ahead.
As the dust settled, she finally saw the person clearly. Her mind went blank, and she froze involuntarily.
In that brief moment, at least tens of thousands of soldiers surged in like a tidal wave. What was astonishing, however, was that all of these soldiers were wearing the uniforms of the Northern Li army!
After several days of relentless siege, Pei's army was already exhausted.
They fought fiercely on this battlefield for a full day and night. If it weren't for the strong, well-equipped Black Armor Guards holding the line, this entire force would probably have been wiped out long ago...
But who could have imagined that at this very moment, Bei Li would so suddenly dispatch so many reinforcements?
Judging from their aggressive and unwavering stance, they clearly came with the determination to achieve their goal at all costs.
In an instant, the battle, which had been deadlocked, underwent a dramatic change.
The Northern Li soldiers gripped their incredibly sharp curved blades tightly, their blades gleaming with a chilling, icy light.
With a swing of their arms and a swift slash of their knives, fresh heads rolled across the ground as if being chopped into melons and vegetables, blood splattering everywhere and staining the entire land red.
"Pei Herong, I respect you as a hero, but the situation is now settled, and you have nowhere to go! If you obediently lay down your weapons and surrender, I can show leniency and spare the lives of all of you!"
Suddenly, a loud and clear shout echoed back and forth in the valley.
As soon as the voice rang out, the Northern Li army seemed to receive some kind of command and quickly parted to the sides, making way for a wide passage.
A figure slowly approached from afar, clad in heavy, sturdy armor.
He sat upright on the back of his tall and mighty horse, head held high, and strolled leisurely towards the front of the procession.
Because of the great distance, even though Su Fuying looked as far as he could, he could not make out the features of the person who had come.
However, judging from the words he spoke, this person must be none other than the King of Beili who seized Gu Qibai's position.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Sima Yu, how dare you spout such nonsense! I advise you to quickly lead this rabble back to camp and train them properly for a few years! Look at you all, haven't you been eating enough?"
This voice was deep and powerful, standing out clearly and distinctly in the noisy battlefield, like a resounding bell.
These words, when they reached the ears of the people of Bei Li, immediately filled them with anger and shame.
It should be noted that the Pei family army currently numbers only 20,000 to 30,000, and has been without water and food for seven or eight days.
Even under such difficult circumstances, they were still able to fight the other side for a whole day and night without a clear winner, which was already extremely shameful. Now that it has been said out loud, it is an even greater disgrace!
What infuriated the Northern Li Army even more was that a group of mysterious soldiers dressed in black armor suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
These soldiers were all tall and strong, as powerful as bulls.
Moreover, in terms of individual strength, one black-armored soldier is actually equivalent to four or five Northern Li soldiers, which is truly astonishing.
This thrilling battle remained deadlocked, with time ticking by and neither side willing to back down an inch.
However, the situation has now undergone a dramatic reversal!
Their mighty and fearless king personally led the army into battle, and everyone firmly believed that today they would surely be able to crush the invincible Pei family army in one fell swoop.
The high and mighty ruler of the Northern Li Kingdom, Sima Yu, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, revealing a contemptuous and cold smile.
He chuckled softly, a laugh that seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Then, he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked his clenched teeth, his eyes flashing with a sinister light, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, staring intently at the young man who was speaking.
Immediately afterward, Sima Yu raised his voice sharply and loudly ordered, "All soldiers of Bei Li, listen to my command! Anyone who can capture the Pei family father and son alive will be richly rewarded! The reward will be ten thousand taels of gold, and he will be granted the honor of being ennobled and appointed as prime minister!"
Before the words were even finished, a deafening roar of cheers and shouts erupted across the entire battlefield: "Whoa whoa whoa!!!"
The sound resounded through the heavens, soaring to the highest heavens, as if it would shatter the entire world.
The warriors of Bei Li seemed to be infused with boundless power, becoming incredibly excited. Their gazes, like burning flames, were all focused on the young man riding a powerful warhorse in the center of the battlefield.
At this moment, Sima Yu's sharp, hawk-like eyes began to scan his surroundings. Suddenly, he frowned, a look of doubt and mockery appearing on his face.
Because even now, he still hasn't seen the figure of Pei Herong, the veteran general of the Pei family who has fought countless battles and is renowned for his prestige.
Sima Yu couldn't help but sarcastically remark, "Hmph, Pei Herong still doesn't dare to show his face. Could it be that he has already died on the battlefield?"
"you wanna die!"
With a furious shout, the young man dressed as a commander opened his eyes wide, his face full of murderous intent.
He swung the spear he was gripping tightly in the air with a sudden, sharp arc, as if he were about to tear the entire sky apart.
At the same time, he pulled hard on the reins, and the horse beneath him, sensing its master's command, galloped forward like an arrow released from a bow.
The steed raised its forelegs high, its head held high, and neighed, its voice shaking the heavens; its mighty power was awe-inspiring.
Wherever the sharp spear passed, it brought with it a bloody storm, leaving behind only severed limbs and scattered corpses.
The stench of blood filled the air, making one want to vomit.