Longzang

Chapter 191 Goal
The earth was trembling, and the newly built houses were shaking.

Behind a low earthen wall, several people were lying on the top, their faces pale as they gazed at the seemingly endless army of the witch tribe. Suddenly, one of the young men's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand for a moment. His companions immediately dragged him into the hut and disappeared.

A witch general looked at the desolate city before him, pondered for a moment, pointed, and three thousand witch warriors immediately turned and charged into the city, while the rest of the witch troops continued to advance towards the center of the realm.

On the main peak of the realm, Wei Yuan frowned. The small number of troops the Witch Clan had sent was beyond his expectations.

Cui Yu approached Wei Yuan and quickly said, "Breaking news: Yue Jinshan's army is now less than three hundred miles away from the Wu tribe. If they act quickly, they can arrive in less than half a day, just in time to cut off the Wu tribe's rear."

"General Yue is a very capable commander!" Wei Yuan wasn't exaggerating. Yue Jinshan was able to advance 1,500 li in less than two days, and even reorganize his troops along the way. Just this marching ability alone is enough to make him a renowned general.

Cui Yu said, "General Yue was quite famous when he was in the Northern Frontier. He fought several major battles in recent years, but I didn't expect him to be transferred to Ningxi. According to news from home, the troops he is leading this time include 10,000 veterans from the Northern Frontier, and their combat strength is quite considerable."

“Then we must hold out until he gets here,” Wei Yuan said slowly.

"General Yue is a very good person and would never do such a thing." Cui Yu guessed what Wei Yuan wanted to say.

"I hope so." Wei Yuan soared into the sky and quickly disappeared in the north.

In the northwestern city, warriors of the Wu tribe moved swiftly and silently through the city. The city was no longer entirely made up of shacks; many houses had erected low walls about three feet high. The walls were constructed of clay and stones, not particularly sturdy, but it would still take some effort to knock them down.

Countless low walls slowed down the Wu tribe's advance and divided the battlefield into small sections.

A warrior from the sorcerer tribe pushed open a shack and rushed inside. The instant he entered, several figures sprang from the darkness, their short blades simultaneously piercing the sorcerer's body!
The witch warrior roared, and with a flash of his blade, he cleaved the two men in two at the waist! A third man trembled in the corner of the room. The witch warrior silently walked over and raised his machete.

The person hiding in the corner of the room held a short iron rod in his hand. In the eyes of the Wu tribe warriors, even the heavy spears of the Northern Liao were not worth fearing, let alone this iron rod that was less than two feet long, even though sparks were flying from its end, the meaning of which was unknown.

The witch warrior raised his longsword above his head, about to strike, when suddenly there was a loud bang. He felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a large hammer, and was involuntarily thrown backward, smashing a large hole in the wall.

The witch warrior shouted and threw his long sword, pinning the thin man to the wall.

He looked down and saw a small hole in his chest armor. The wound wasn't large, but it was unusually deep. This witch warrior was extremely fierce. He extended a finger like a bird's claw and inserted it into the wound, digging out an iron pellet a moment later. Even now, he still doesn't understand how he got injured.

Another tall witch clan captain passed by. He looked at the soldier's wound and summoned two witch clan warriors, instructing them to carry the wounded soldier outside the city. This was the Pure Land of the Human Realm; if an injury was left untreated, it would quickly worsen.

The captain entered the shack where the battle had just taken place, glanced around, and noticed something unusual about the floor in the corner. He walked over and cleaved the floor in two with his knife, revealing a downward passage.

He glanced at the dimensions of the passage, tossed aside his battle axe and greatsword, and leaped into the passage carrying only a short sword. His divine sense detected a space not far ahead, where several people were hiding.

The captain quickened his pace and rushed into a room in the blink of an eye.

The room was dark, almost devoid of light, and several frail human figures were hiding inside. These people were even weaker than the children he had ever seen in Northern Liao. The captain was momentarily puzzled: why had he been transferred from the far north to deal with such weak enemies?
Darkness was no problem for the witch clan; they could see their surroundings with even the slightest glimmer of light, let alone with a few sparks burning. These creatures were too weak to be considered opponents; their only weapons were a few short, sparking clubs.

Suddenly, several blindingly bright lights appeared before the captain's eyes, followed by intense pain in several places on his body, as if several chisels had been pierced into his body!
The feeling was like being pierced by an arrow from the Liao people. But the captain had been hit by too many arrows and was already used to this kind of pain. He roared, his blade flashed, and he killed everyone in the room before slowly collapsing himself.

As the witch warriors entered the city, they found more and more exits and went underground one after another. Battles broke out in various dark passages, with muffled gunshots ringing out from time to time.

Wei Yuan was still enduring it.

In just the short time since the start of the war, more than a thousand of the three thousand city garrison soldiers have lost their lives. The city's garrison also included a thousand men transferred from Yong'an City.

The Wu tribe suffered only a little over a hundred casualties. This was a one-to-ten casualty ratio, and it was under the condition that all the city defense troops were equipped with a musket. If it were on flat ground without muskets, this newly formed city defense army probably wouldn't have been able to inflict more than fifty casualties on the enemy even before being completely wiped out.

But now is not the time.

Wei Yuan forcibly suppressed the anxiety in his heart, trying his best to ignore the rapidly increasing casualties and the screams, pleas, and accusations that filled his consciousness, trying to turn himself into a cold computing machine.

According to Xu Wenwu, in their world, the most calculating beings are machines, and they have no emotions. Therefore, the humans of that world have always fantasized about machines ruling the world. Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan instinctively felt that this scenario was not far off.

Now, Wei Yuan wants to exclude all emotions from his decision-making, but he can't do it no matter what he does; his heart is still in excruciating pain.

Finally, the main force of the Witch Clan crossed the city and headed straight for the center of the territory. The three thousand warriors who stormed the city, except for a few ground guard units, all went underground.

With a thought, Wei Yuan activated a small bell deep underground in the city. The bell's sound seemed to possess infinite penetrating power, spreading far and wide even underground.

In the darkness, countless people roared and screamed, grabbing weapons and charging towards the witch soldiers. They knew that when the bell rang for the third time, a magical power would descend, and having experienced that power before, everyone felt they could tear the witch soldiers apart!

An unseen force descended upon the city, and an indescribable storm suddenly erupted from underground!

The Wu tribe general, who had been leading the main force forward, turned back in astonishment, looking towards the city. The city's surface was blank, but something was happening underground. He could feel the aura of his elite warriors disappearing in droves!

He was both shocked and furious, not understanding what had happened.

The terrifying surge of energy subsided in a very short time, less than ten breaths in total. Yet, in that brief moment, more than half of the Wu Clan warriors who had stormed underground had vanished!

The commander hesitated for a moment, then dispatched another 5,000 troops into the city, while the remaining troops continued towards the center of the boundary. Regardless of the enemy's schemes, his mission would be complete once the boundary stone was destroyed.

At the edge of the realm, two great shamans stood in the air, gazing at the battle.

Sensing the sudden change in the battlefield atmosphere, the Great Shaman on the left said, "It's here again! It's that kind of power, the power that can turn people into beasts! We must go and provide support!"

The great shaman on the right, however, stood motionless.

"What are you waiting for?"

The high shaman on the right finally turned his head and said coldly, "Phantom, didn't you feel it? There are many old human beings watching this way. Once we make a move, we don't know who will suddenly jump out. Oh, right, it's only by chance that someone from a small tribe like you became a high shaman. It's impossible to expect you to understand the complexities of the battlefield. Now you just need to follow my orders. You don't need your own ideas, much less your suggestions."

The Phantom could only reply, "As you wish."

However, many of the soldiers who stormed the city on both occasions came from her tribe, and were the most elite warriors in the entire tribe, who had always fought in the north. Fighting in the north brought honor and wealth, but here they would only die from the inexplicable means of their opponents, gaining nothing.

When the second batch of five thousand warriors entered the underground, that strange, terrifying power descended once more, and half of the five thousand powerful auras vanished in an instant.

The Phantom screamed, "We can't keep sending troops in batches like this! They have traps underground! We need to send more troops and keep attacking until we completely destroy that city!"

The Great Shaman ignored her completely this time, simply pointing towards the center of the realm: "All the old guys' eyes are on that place, and that's where our target is too. This city is just a tool our opponents want to use to slow our progress. What we need to do now is continue advancing and concentrate our main force to attack the center of the realm. Once we take the center, they'll realize how foolish it was to divide their forces and garrison several cities. If we can get those old human guys to make the first move, we'll have won half the battle."

After saying that, he turned to Phantom and said, "You know what's more annoying than a boring opponent is a teammate who knows nothing but loves to give advice."

(End of this chapter)