Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 392 The Hundred-Headed Serpent
The sky was a dark blue-green.

The mountains and waters are beautiful in the distance.

The low city walls were originally adorned with large flags, and there were city gate towers on the north and south sides.

But at this moment, there wasn't a single soldier on the wall.

The city gates couldn't stop the thick smoke rising from inside the city, but it took the fleeing people a bit of effort to reopen them.

The sounds from within the city grew closer, becoming turbulent, chaotic, and extremely noisy.

Hundreds and thousands of families rushed outwards, dragging their children, carrying the elderly, or the few strong men, with their meager belongings piled on carts.

The fields outside the city are not yet ready for harvest; the lush green rice seedlings are not even knee-high.

The uneven fields and the crooked ridges became the biggest obstacles to their escape.

People kept tripping and falling, scrambling and crawling forward as they continued.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

A burly man in black robes, holding an arrow in his hand, galloped out on horseback from inside the city, laughing wildly.

"Chase them! Keep chasing them! Kill them! There's a reward, a reward for everyone!"

Behind him were only a few people on horseback, while the rest of the hundred or so people were running on foot, but they were obviously faster than those who had families with them.

A burly man with scratches still on his face spotted an old man fleeing in the crowd carrying his granddaughter, shouted, and threw the spear in his hand.

This person has most likely practiced fist fighting and spear throwing for two years; when he throws a spear, he is quite accurate.

But while the spear was still in mid-air, a broken rice seedling leaf drifted by.

The spear turned to dust in an instant!
When the debris scattered among the crowd, none of them had time to react.

But the next moment, they saw more broken leaves that they had trampled rise up.

It floated past their eyes, floated over their heads.

The countless emerald green leaves, in the oncoming strong wind, resembled a raging dragon roaring overhead.

Those who were chasing them had their clothes torn in an instant by these tender and harmless leaves, revealing blood, and they fell down screaming.

The burly man, holding a feathered arrow high in his hand, looked in horror at the oncoming shards of leaf.

The long black robe suddenly obscured his vision.

Xiao Liang stood on the horse's head, looking at the burly man.

"Archery from the army? But you haven't practiced any military martial arts, so why are you causing trouble here?"

The burly man shuddered in fear, as if he had grasped at a straw.

"It was the general, the general gave me an arrow."

"Allow me to lead a group of people to search for and suppress the bandits. Whatever we find will be ours."

Xiao Liang instantly understood the reason, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

The burly man with the sword then realized that, despite the questioning he had just received, the green leaves that had been fluttering in the air had not disappeared.

"what!!"

Dozens of leaves pierced through the burly man's body at the same time.

The generals transferred to Heze experienced changes in their statements within the military camp, but their tacit understanding with the Northern Dynasty seemed to remain unchanged.

They all understood in their hearts that the purpose this time was to burn, kill, and loot, and they didn't even need to go to the trouble of deceiving their superiors and falsely reporting their war achievements as before.

But they're not stupid either.

When they actually entered the town, they still made up an excuse, claiming that there were rioters and bandits in the area.

As a result, the local powerful clans took action on their own, and with their tacit approval, began to target the common people who had not yet been reduced to manor slaves.

Powerful servants and wicked lackeys are always the best henchmen, as they know best which local families are relatively wealthy and what kind of things they can extort from them.

Some families hope that, just like in the past, they can avoid disaster by spending money, giving away one or two of their precious pigs or sheep, or a set of warm and comfortable clothes, in order to pray for peace.

But this time it's different. Since there are rioters and bandits, we have to gather enough people to hand over to those military officers.

As a result, the farmers who were a little more assertive, or those who had already given away gifts but couldn't help but show their resentment, were all beaten until their heads bled.

The powerful families gained tangible benefits from their newfound extortion and were even more calculating that after this round of extortion, they would soon be able to more easily acquire even more land.

The shrewd leader of the large clan felt as if he had been compensated, so he was less reluctant to part with the gold, silver, silk, tea, and wine he had prepared beforehand, intending to reward these soldiers well and fill their pockets.

However, the soldiers' leader slowly asked a new question.

"Where are the leaders of these rioters and bandits?"

"Those commoners? Ragged animals, like weeds, do they even deserve to be leaders and have so many old men from the army mobilized to search and suppress them?"

The powerful clans that "harbored bandit leaders" also had mansions with high walls and thick tiles, as well as arrow towers, hired guards, and a large number of capable young men who could handle knives and guns.

However, the men of the tribe had all been leading their servants in and out, and had just plundered too much stuff, leaving the place in complete disarray.

Their mansions were swiftly breached by the armored soldiers. One mansion after another burned down, and this was the real benefit the soldiers were after.

The wicked slaves' panic, the women's screams, and the old man who was momentarily stunned after his head was removed.

The town descended into complete chaos, and the escaped wicked slaves and idlers of the day began to harbor even more wicked intentions.

The villain who was casually given an arrow as proof of identity by a squad leader in the army was just one of them.

When Xiao Liang stormed into the city, the people there were already in a frenzied atmosphere and had completely lost their humanity.

After throwing the child to the ground and stabbing the husband to death, he pressed down on the woman before even taking his hand off the knife handle.

Some people sat on the rooftop laughing uncontrollably, clutching knives, ready to pounce on the next person.

When the person lunged forward, their head and body were separated.

Despite the massive head injury, it took a while before blood gushed out.

A cool breeze swept through several streets in the city, spreading freely and pushing deeper into the city.

Those villains were beheaded by the cold wind, the blade piercing their foreheads and their hearts.

The newly lit flame was extinguished with a whoosh by the cool breeze.

In another direction.

Hundreds of armored soldiers were struck by a tremendous pressure descending from the sky, feeling dizzy and their movements slowed down.

Chu Tianshu's figure suddenly plummeted from the sky, landing on the ground with one foot.

Bang! !

These soldiers, clutching bundles of all sizes, who had just been looting wantonly, were all thrown about in all directions, crashing into buildings and falling to the ground with cries of pain.

The cavalrymen also fell to the ground, unable to get up. They felt their armor deformed and tearing their flesh.

A metallic, bloody smell wafted out.

These familiar scents were now emanating from their own bodies.

The leader of this group, wearing a gleaming helmet, with a long, thin face and a mustache, sat not on a horse, but on a large chair.

He had originally gathered everyone together to say something.

But as soon as Chu Tianshu fell, he saw his men flying out like wet scarecrows.

"run!!"

The general's eyes bulged, and he roared inwardly, which he unconsciously let out as he turned to run away.

The chair he was sitting on shattered when he turned around, and he was swept away more than four zhang away.

However, with his lightness skill and armor, he could only leap four or five zhang before he had to stomp his feet to catch his breath.

This time, he leaped more than four zhang away, his feet dipped down, but he didn't touch the ground; instead, his whole body was lifted up.

Chu Tianshu grabbed the armor plate on his back, his five fingers embedded in it, lifted him up, and gave him a shake in mid-air.

All of the man's armor had been stripped away, and his helmet had shattered into pieces, which fell to the ground with a soft clatter.

Even his five senses were shaken by the jolt, leaving him dizzy and disoriented, as if his head was being turned upside down, his face blank.

Chu Tianshu's bewitching technique has been incorporated into his hand seal techniques.

With this grab and shake, the bewitching power was maximized.

Where is your commander?

"No, I don't know."

"do not know?"

Chu Tianshu's face darkened with anger, and his voice rose, "You've come out to lead troops into battle, yet you don't even know where your commander and your own camp are?"

The general, who was lying on his back, truthfully replied, "There are no camps this time."

"This time our army is dispersed, mainly composed of battalion commanders, each with five hundred to one thousand men."

"Within three months, no matter what we do, we don't need to report to the commander. We can roam freely and do whatever we want in Heze and even the surrounding areas."

"However, if any battalion is among the last three to return with the most loot, the entire battalion will be severely punished."

Chu Tianshu took a deep breath, his expression slightly somber.

This tactic was clearly designed to prevent the main general's camp from being directly attacked and controlled by skilled opponents.

"What else do you know? Any suspicious information, anything you think is of most value, tell me it all."

The general responded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, there are monks. Every time our battalion came out, there were several monks with us. Strangely, they were from the Northern Dynasty."

"Could it be that the monks from the Northern Dynasty could be sent to supervise our Southern Dynasty's army? But they didn't follow us the whole time. After we told them our target yesterday, the monks stopped upstream on the river."

(End of this chapter)