Please call me Your Majesty!

Chapter 301 Even the wounded and sick were sent to the battlefield

"This... how is this possible?" The Northern Di warrior wearing a wolf-head helmet stared wide-eyed, his bloodshot eyes wide, and a hoarse roar escaped his throat. His bulging veins reached out futilely into the air, as if trying to grasp at some non-existent lifeline.

His eyes, which were once filled with murderous intent, were now filled with unbelievable despair.

Li Batian's cold and stern face was faintly visible beneath his iron helmet, and drops of blood from his sword drifted in the wind.

The exchange just now happened in the blink of an eye, and he had already thoroughly figured out the Northern Di warrior's sword techniques. The opponent's curved sword skills seemed fierce, but in reality, they were full of flaws.

"Nothing special." Li Batian sneered inwardly, flicked his wrist, and his horse-slaying saber transformed into a streak of silver light, sweeping across the area.

Amidst the shrill whistling of blades tearing through the air, the Northern Di warrior's mocking expression froze on his face.

Li Batian's sword cleaved the Northern Di warrior in two, and his iron boots slammed heavily onto the chest of the severed corpse.

With a cracking sound as the armor shattered, the mangled body tumbled down the city wall and landed amidst the mountain of corpses, while the two severed legs remained eerily in place, the boots still deeply embedded in the cracks of the city wall's bricks.

An enemy on the left, seeing that Li Batian hadn't noticed him, silently swung his curved blade and slashed at Li Batian's thigh.

But Li Batian's attention was completely drawn to the giant man on the ladder in front of him. The man was at least nine feet tall, and his towering body made the entire ladder creak and groan.

Beneath the bronze mask, a pair of beast-like eyes were staring intently at him.

The attacker held his breath, his scimitar gleaming eerily in the twilight. He was a lean, veteran, his face etched with the deep lines of time.

He knew he was no match for Li Batian, and only hoped to leave a wound on his opponent.

When the scimitar was only three inches away from Li Batian's thigh, a long spear shot out from the shadows like a viper's tongue.

"What?!" The veteran's pupils shrank. All his attention was focused on Li Batian, and he didn't even notice that there was someone hiding behind him.

The spear pierced through his armor with precision and plunged into his neck, where veins bulged.

The veteran made a hoarse gurgling sound in his throat and turned his head with difficulty. What came into view was a thin, still-growing boy.

"How could this be..." The fierce light in the veteran's eyes gradually faded, finally turning into endless resentment.

Having spent half his life fighting on the battlefield, he never expected to be defeated by a mere young upstart.

The blood-stained scimitar clattered to the ground, collapsing into a pool of blood along with its master.

Li Batian turned around when he heard the voice, glanced at the corpse on the ground and said, "Well done."

He finished speaking briefly, then turned to face the giant who had just climbed the city wall. His saber flashed a cold arc, and droplets of blood on its blade drifted in the chilling air.

Not only them, but even Chu Shizhao encountered a rather troublesome fellow.

Among the Northern Di cavalry, all clad in full iron armor and nearly two meters tall, this man was both conspicuous and inconspicuous.
What made him stand out was that he was short, like a teenager, yet he wore a dark brown leather armor. The armor was covered with scratches of varying depths, clearly indicating that it had been with its owner in battle for many years.

Instead of the curved sword commonly used by the Northern Di people, he wore a slender short sword at his waist, with a faded red rope wrapped around its scabbard.

The reason he's considered inconspicuous is because he's like a slippery eel, disappearing in the chaos of the battlefield in a few flashes.

Chu Shizhao narrowed his eyes, watching the short figure sometimes crouching behind the siege engine, sometimes using the taller bodies of his comrades for cover. In the blink of an eye, that dark brown figure blended into the shadows of the battlefield.

Based on his experience, Chu Shizhao quickly spotted that ghostly figure again.

This person moved swiftly on the battlefield, as lightly as a wildcat.

Chu Shizhao pretended not to notice the other party, but in reality, all his muscles were tense, and he was on high alert.

"I've been waiting for you for so long, you've finally arrived!" Chu Shizhao licked his dry lips, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He had already simulated countless battles with this opponent through system simulations.

During their first encounter, the opponent's bizarre swordsmanship caused him great harm. Although he eventually killed the opponent, the wound on his left side left him with a permanent disability.

Every time they clashed in a simulation, this short man always managed to inflict new wounds on him from a tricky angle. Once, he was almost stabbed in the throat and nearly died at this guy's hands.

Therefore, this time, Chu Shizhao decided to strike first.

Chu Shizhao's robes fluttered in the wind as he stared intently at the short figure moving through the shadows of the battlefield.

The other party moved cautiously, like a venomous scorpion poised to strike.

Just as the opponent slightly withdrew his right hand, preparing to strike, Chu Shizhao suddenly moved.

He stomped his left foot hard on the ground, the blue bricks shattered beneath his feet, and he shot out like an arrow.

The leap was so fast it almost left a blur, and the gust of wind it generated swept up the scattered arrows on the ground.

The attacker's pupils contracted sharply, clearly not expecting that his prey would suddenly become the hunter.

A flicker of panic crossed his face, and he instinctively wanted to back away.

Little did he know that this subconscious action was exactly what Chu Shizhao wanted. When retreating, his center of gravity was unstable, making it the most difficult position to launch a counterattack.

Chu Shizhao's lips curled into a cold smile. He reached to his waist with his right hand, and a series of silver needles, as thin as cow hair, were already between his fingers. These needles gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light in the twilight.

Just as the Northern Di warrior landed after taking a step back, he suddenly flicked his wrist.

"Whoosh!" The sound of the silver needle piercing the air was almost inaudible.

The Northern Di warrior was indeed a seasoned veteran; in the critical moment, his slender sword transformed into a flash of silver light.

"Clang clang clang..." Amidst a series of crisp collision sounds, all the silver needles were deflected.

"A mere trifle..." The Northern Di warrior's sinister smile suddenly froze on his face. He felt a cool sensation in his throat, as slight as a mosquito bite.

But in the blink of an eye, the coolness turned into a burning pain. He tried to raise his hand to touch his throat, but found that his limbs were no longer under his control.

boom!
His short body collapsed to his knees, his hawk-like eyes gradually losing their luster. Even in death, he couldn't understand why, despite blocking all the silver needles, he had still been ambushed.

Chu Shizhao slowly withdrew his stance, looking at his opponent's limp corpse with a calm expression. "Didn't expect that, did you? This was prepared especially for you." His gaze shifted to the silver needle almost completely embedded in the crack of the city wall's bluestone. This was the real killing move. The previous silver needles were merely a decoy; the true fatal blow came from the fourth needle, shot from a tricky angle.

At this moment, the drop of blood hanging from the end of the silver needle slowly dripped down.

Chu Shizhao squatted down and carefully examined the body. Only after confirming that the person was really dead did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Shi Zhao is not afraid of getting hurt.

However, the Northern Barbarians are launching a massive invasion, and their military strength is incredibly powerful and almost invincible.

With such an enemy present, let alone injuries that would take one or two years to heal...

Even so, he might not be able to personally oversee the overall situation for a month or even half a month.

The entire Great Zhou would be utterly ravaged by the Northern Di cavalry. This was a situation that Chu Shizhao could not accept under any circumstances.

This was arguably the opponent that Chu Shizhao had to deal with most painstakingly since he transmigrated.

The exchange between the two sides seemed very brief, lasting only two breaths from the moment Chu Shizhao made his move until the Northern Di warrior met his end.

fleeting.

But only Chu Shizhao himself knew the danger of that moment.

While defending, the Northern Di warrior did not forget to retaliate. The opponent's sword wind was only a dozen inches away from his throat, and the cold aura of death still lingered around his neck.

Chu Shizhao's preparations to deal with this person took a considerable amount of time and effort.

"Report! The western city wall is under attack!" The messenger's voice pulled him back to reality. Chu Shizhao's heart tightened, and he turned to look westward. There were very few defenders left there.

With the addition of the personal troops of the Northern Di commanders to the battle, the situation for the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass became increasingly difficult.

Huo Qinghuang's figure appeared and disappeared among the enemy ranks, her red-tasseled spear weaving like a dragon. It was through her strength that she prevented the enemy from rushing up the city wall.

After all, not every section of the city wall is guarded by experts like Li Batian and Huo Qinghuang.

Despite their best efforts to put out the fires everywhere, they were still unable to stop the endless, surging Northern Di cavalry.

With the northern city wall about to fall completely, the remaining soldiers of Xueyuan Pass were overwhelmed by the Northern Di army, their fate unknown.

Chu Shizhao hurriedly shouted in Li Batian's direction, "Li Batian, hold that section of the city wall for me and hold out until we organize manpower to defend it."

The sound was exceptionally clear amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Upon hearing this, Li Batian abruptly pulled his saber from the chest of a Northern Di cavalryman, spraying blood everywhere. He wiped the blood from his face and grinned.

"Understood!" On the battlefield, Li Batian didn't waste any more words. He directly brandished his saber and charged towards the city wall occupied by the Northern Di cavalry.

His figure was like a raging tiger, and wherever he went, the Northern Di soldiers fell one after another. All those who tried to stop him were cleaved in two, their blood splattering on the city bricks, only to be trampled and blurred by the newly surging enemy.

A rain of blood suddenly appeared on the walls of Xueyuan Pass, advancing forward.

Wherever Li Batian went, not a single Northern Di cavalryman was left with a complete corpse.

His saber whistled through the air as it slashed down, sending blood and flesh flying wherever the blade touched. A Northern Di cavalryman had just raised his scimitar to parry when he was cleaved in two, armor and all, his entrails spilling onto the ground with a clatter, and the thick stench of blood instantly filled the air.

Limbs and severed bodies littered the city walls; some corpses were still convulsing, their broken spines stark white against the surface. Li Batian continued walking, his boots making a sticky sound as they stepped into the blood.

Zheng Yan, who had been following behind Li Batian, was almost completely covered in blood.

He was panting heavily, his spear relentlessly stabbing at the struggling wounded soldiers on the ground. Each strike of the spearhead was accompanied by a piercing scream. His eyes were numb, filled only with a mechanical, instinctive killing intent.

This kid is pretty impressive too. Not only did he not lose track of them, but he also didn't forget to finish off those guys who weren't quite dead yet.

His growth is not surprising. After all, everyone in Xueyuan Pass, from top to bottom, who hasn't gone through many bitter battles to survive?

The cries of wounded soldiers echoed in the distance, but Zheng Yan paid no heed. He remembered vomiting uncontrollably the first time he killed someone, yet now he could reap lives without batting an eye.

War has long since forged them into cold-blooded weapons.

In terms of sheer destructive power on the battlefield, even Chu Shizhao and Huo Qinghuang cannot compare to Li Batian.

Li Batian swept his blade across again, cutting three Northern Di cavalrymen in half at the waist. Blood splattered on his face, but he didn't even blink; instead, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

This bloody storm became even more terrifying when Li Batian charged to the city walls occupied by the Northern Di cavalry.

Many times, Li Batian could kill two or three people with a single strike.

"Come on! You damned barbarians, prepare to die!" Li Batian laughed wildly, his cleaver flashing silver.

Limited by the special environment on the city wall and the huge size of the Northern Di cavalry, they had no way to besiege Li Batian.

The narrow city walls were crowded with Northern Di cavalry.

Some wanted to retreat, distance themselves from Li Batian, and regroup for another battle.

Some people wanted to rush forward desperately, believing that as long as they took action, they could definitely turn the tide of the battle.

It was precisely because of this chaotic approach that they were unable to achieve any of their goals.

Whether they wanted to or not, only the people in the very front row were capable of fighting Li Batian.

A Northern Di commander charged forward with a roar, but before he could raise his scimitar halfway, Li Batian cleaved him in two. Blood splattered on the faces of the soldiers behind him, leaving them bewildered.

The scene looked like wheat being harvested; with each swing of Li Batian's blade, a row of Northern Di cavalrymen fell.

Then another slash sent three heads flying, and the headless corpses, spewing blood, slowly fell to the ground.

With another slash, another row of Northern Di cavalrymen was wiped out in neat rows.

Li Batian's arms were stained with blood, and his sword had small nicks, but his movements did not slow down at all; on the contrary, he fought with increasing ferocity.

In this situation, no matter how fast the Northern Di cavalry attacked, they couldn't match Li Batian's speed in killing.

The Northern Di people below the city were still climbing up in droves, but the city walls were already piled with corpses, and the newly climbed cavalry had nowhere to land.

In no time at all, the forty or fifty Northern Di cavalrymen who had charged onto the city wall were wiped out by Li Batian.

Perhaps because Li Batian moved too quickly, two of the Xueyuan Pass warriors who were overwhelmed by the Northern Di cavalry actually survived.

They leaned against the wall, covered in blood, one of them with a broken arm, yet still clutching his spear tightly.

Upon seeing Li Batian, a glimmer of light finally appeared in their murky eyes.

"Don't linger in the fight, get there as fast as you can, understand?"

Zhao Wenguang reorganized a small team in the shortest possible time.

However, the condition of these soldiers did not look very good.

Almost everyone here was covered in bruises.

There was nothing he could do.

The Northern Di cavalry already far outnumbered them, and now that the enemy was launching a full-scale attack, the forces at Xueyuan Pass were even more stretched thin, with no place available to spare troops.

Left with no other choice, Zhao Wenguang could only find a group of soldiers with relatively minor injuries in the wounded soldiers' camp, and then draw a few more from other places to barely organize a hundred-man team.

(End of this chapter)