mtl008 Chapter 319 Winning
Chapter 319 Winning
At this moment, the Beidi soldiers were like lambs to be slaughtered. Under the iron hoofs of the Xixiang cavalry, they had nowhere to escape and could only wait for death in despair.
The bloody red blood gushed out like the flower of hell blooming in the world, staining every inch of land, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.
The shrill screams and desperate wails intertwined into a symphony of death, resounding through the night sky, making people shudder.
This raid was like a flash of lightning across the night sky, swift and fierce, instantly turning the Beidi military camp into a hell on earth.
Xia Chenghao was like a bloody god of death, his whole body covered in blood. The scarlet blood flowed on his armor like ferocious poisonous snakes.
His gaze was icy, like a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of ripples, only endless murderous intent surging within. He was in the center of the enemy's formation, yet he charged forward like he was strolling through a hunting ground, recklessly charging as if he were in an empty space.
Every time he swung the spear in his hand, it was like the god of death swung his scythe, taking away a life.
Each thrust from the sharp spear tip was accompanied by a shrill scream. Blood splattered like a blooming red spider lily, enchanting yet cruel. Severed limbs and arms lay scattered on the ground, like toys abandoned by the god of death, creating a horrifying scene.
He charged all the way with a clear goal, heading straight for the tent of Batur, the main general of the Northern Di.
He knew that to capture the thief, one must first capture the leader. Only by killing Batur could he completely disintegrate the resistance of the Northern Di people and win this victory. His eyes were firm, his steps were steady, without a trace of hesitation, like the god of death rushing to the feast of death.
Batur is tall and strong, with great strength. He holds a pair of huge two-handed hammers and is extremely ferocious, like a demon from hell.
His muscles were tangled, like cast iron, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression. His eyes were bloodshot, like a beast selecting its prey, emitting a bloodthirsty gleam.
He and Xia Chenghao started a fierce fight. This was not only a clash of strength, but also a contest of wills, a duel of life and death.
The spear and the hammer collided, creating a deafening metallic clang, like thunder blasting through the ears, shuddering with fear. Sparks flew like fireworks exploding across the night sky, dazzling yet deadly. Murderous intent surged, like a materialized blade, slicing through the air with abandon.
Xia Chenghao's spear was as swift as a dragon, flexible and adaptable, sometimes stabbing, sometimes plucked, sometimes swept, each move deadly. His movements were smooth and flowing, as graceful as a dance, yet filled with deadly murderous intent.
Batur's hammer was powerful and heavy, and every swing was accompanied by a whistling sound, like a howling gale, as if it would smash Xia Chenghao into a pulp. His power was violent and brutal, like a volcanic eruption, unstoppable.
Batur roared, and brought down both hammers simultaneously, like a mountain falling down, smashing towards Xia Chenghao. This blow was powerful and heavy, like a mountain falling down, enough to crush any enemy into dust.
Xia Chenghao dodged the attack nimbly with a flash of his body, as agile as a cheetah, and disappeared from Batur's sight in an instant.
His spear, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, pierced Batur's throat. This blow was swift and deadly, like the fangs of a venomous snake, going straight to the enemy's vital point.
Batur reacted quickly, raising his left hammer to block Xia Chenghao's attack. Although he was powerful, his reaction speed was also fast, and he barely blocked the fatal blow.
Xia Chenghao changed his tactics and swept his spear towards Batur's waist. His attack was as smooth as flowing water. If one move failed, he would immediately change his tactics without stopping.
Batur raised his hammer to block again, but Xia Chenghao's spear numbed his palm. Although Xia Chenghao's strength was not as good as Batur's, his skills were superior. He used cleverness to break through the force and gradually gained the upper hand.
Xia Chenghao took advantage of the situation and attacked with his spear in a barrage of attacks, like a violent storm, his attacks were impenetrable. His attacks were like a continuous tide, leaving Batur exhausted from parrying.
Batur was defeated and retreated step by step, with several wounds on his body. Blood gushed out from his wounds, staining his armor red and making him look even more ferocious.
He roared, exerting all his strength, and smashed both hammers at Xia Chenghao at the same time. This was his last counterattack, and also his last hope.
Xia Chenghao was unhurried. With a thrust of his spear, he knocked Batur's double hammers away. He used a powerful move to neutralize Batur's final blow.
Then, taking advantage of Batur's loss of balance, the spear shot out like lightning, hitting Batur's throat. This blow, as fast as lightning, accurate and deadly, ended the fierce battle.
Blood gushed out, staining Batur's eyes red. His eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and despair.
Batur fell to the ground with a thunderous thud, like a mountain collapsing. His life, like a candle in the wind, was finally extinguished.
With the death of their leader, the Beidi soldiers lost their morale and fled in all directions, abandoning their armor and weapons. Having lost their backbone, they fled in all directions like headless flies.
The Xixiang tribe won the battle. Cheers resounded through the sky, celebrating this hard-earned victory.
Xia Chenghao stood amidst a sea of blood and corpses, his body covered in blood, his gaze icy cold. Like the god of death, he towered over the battlefield, looking down upon everything beneath his feet.
When the good news reached Qifeng, it was like a spring thunder, instantly detonating the entire capital.
First, news spread from the palace, announcing a great victory for the Western Xiang and the crushing defeat of the Northern Di. Then, like wildfire, the news spread throughout Qifeng, from the bustling streets to the quiet alleys. Everyone was buzzing with discussion. Court officials spread the news, and the common people reveled in the story. Everyone was talking about this incredible victory.
Inside the palace, Chai Zhen was reviewing memorials when he heard the news. His furrowed brow instantly relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He put down the red brush in his hand, stood up excitedly, paced back and forth, and muttered to himself: "Good, good, good! The Xixiang ally has lived up to my expectations!"
He immediately summoned all his ministers, announced the good news, and issued an edict on the spot to reward Xixiang Prince Xia Chenghao handsomely.
A thousand taels of gold and a hundred pieces of brocade were merely symbolic rewards; what truly expressed his gratitude was a letter written by him.
In the letter, Chai Zhen expressed his sincere gratitude to the Xixiang tribe for their military assistance. The words were full of praise and admiration, almost overflowing from the letter paper.
He praised Xia Chenghao's bravery and outstanding military talents, calling him a "young hero and pillar of the country."
Far away in the military camp, Cen Jiexiao was overwhelmed with emotions when she heard the news of Xia Chenghao's triumphant return. Joy, worry, anxiety, relief—all these emotions intertwined together, making it difficult for her to calm down for a while.
On the one hand, she was sincerely happy for Xia Chenghao's brilliant victory. She knew that this victory was of great significance to both Xia Chenghao and Xixiang.
On the other hand, she harbored a subtle worry. The peaceful relationship between Great Zhou and Western Xiang, built on shared interests, was fragile. A clash of interests could easily rip this peace apart. With Western Xiang's current military might, there was no guarantee they wouldn't pose a threat to Great Zhou.
"Alas, when will this chaotic world end?" Cen Jiexiao sighed softly, rubbed her eyebrows with her slender fingers, and felt a wave of fatigue surge in her heart.
She felt like she was caught in a huge vortex by the gears of fate and had no control over herself.
However, the defeat of the Northern Di by the Western Xiang was a boon for Cen Jiexiao. At least, Empress Dowager Li's external aid had been severely thwarted. As for the internal threat of the Zhenxi Army, General He Zhenting's border troops and the Prince of Yan's new army would deal with it.
What she had to do now was to take advantage of this opportunity to publicize Xi Xiang's victory and let the Queen Mother and her party see that His Majesty was not fighting alone and had reliable allies.