Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 229 The Maggots of the Prince Consort
I thought that after killing the two mad bull riders, the remaining guy would run away with the rest of the group. But I didn't expect that this guy had already gone mad. Not only did he charge towards Yun Ce on a mad bull, but he also ordered the cavalry who had already dodged to come at him together, preparing to cut Yun Ce into mincemeat.

If a madman is a general, and the battle is going well, then it will definitely be a series of exhilarating victories. If the battle is going badly, perhaps the general's madness can turn the tide. However, such a person can only lead a hundred-man squad at most. If he leads a squad of more than a thousand men, he may very well send that group of people into an abyss of no return because of his madness. After all, there are too many traps on the battlefield that can be used against madmen.

It's just a matter of whether it's worth it or not.

Yun Ce was engulfed by the crowd, unable to see anyone but the flying meteor hammers and enemies being sent flying. The Mad Bull Knight became even more frenzied, his jaw smashed off by the meteor hammer, making him look less than human. Even so, he still desperately swung his spiked club at Yun Ce, blow after blow.

Yun Ce grew increasingly alarmed as he killed, not because these people were so powerful, but because even after suffering heavy casualties, they could still relentlessly continue their attack. Even as they watched their companions' bodies being smashed to pieces by meteor hammers, they would still fiercely fill in the gaps, creating opportunities for their companions to kill Yun Ce.

As the group surrounding Yun Ce grew thinner, the jawless mad bull knight raised his spiked club and smashed it into the horn of the mad bull beneath him. One horn was immediately broken off, and blood spurted from the bull's head. The mad bull bellowed, its two bloodshot eyes like burning embers, and charged at the chestnut horse without hesitation.

The chestnut horse neighed and arched its back, sending Yun Ce flying into the air. Taking advantage of the moment, it used its hooves to kill a large wildebeest. Before the horse could fall, it squeezed through a gap and ran away.

The great steed, which had already been killed by the chestnut horse, was pierced through the belly by the mad bull with its last remaining horn before it could fall to the ground, and was then flung high into the sky.

The chinless bull rider stared with burning eyes at Yun Ce, who was about to fall, and swung his spiked club with all his might, sweeping it across Yun Ce's chest and abdomen.

Just as the spiked club was about to touch Yun Ce's body, a horse descended from the sky, blocking Yun Ce from the club. With a muffled 'bang,' the great horned horse was smashed, its bones broken and tendons snapped. A large amount of blood gushed from its ruptured blood vessels, forming a rain of blood in mid-air.

Yun Ce landed on the still-bleeding bull's head, the chain hammer spinning to bind the mad bull rider's body. Yun Ce grinned as he snatched the long-handled spiked club and once again charged up to sweep it in all directions.

The dog barked wildly in Yun Ce's mind, and immediately eight tentacles emerged from the wristband and burrowed into the tattered body of the Mad Bull Knight.

The Mad Bull Knight, unusually lucid, silently roared at the cavalrymen who were still attacking Yun Ce, signaling them to run. Unfortunately, he forgot that he had no jaw and could not shout. He could only make some hissing sounds as air rushed into his throat. He watched as his loyal subordinates were smashed to death one by one with spiked clubs by Yun Ce, who was laughing wildly.

As the last terrified Guifang cavalryman was being carried away from the battlefield by his mount, a long, thick, and heavy spiked club came up from behind and smashed him in two at the waist, finally bringing quiet to the chaotic battlefield.

Only the chestnut horse was still busy on the battlefield collecting the stray wildebeest.

Yun Ce stood atop a mountain of corpses made up of severed limbs and roared wildly.

Zhao Qi remembered what Yun Ce had said, so instead of heading east to Tiewei Pass, they headed south. They ran from dawn until noon, and only when their warhorses were exhausted did Zhao Qi stop.

It wasn't just the warhorse that was exhausted; the rider on it was too. Seeing a clear, winding river in the distance, the innocent girl jumped off her horse. Her legs gave way, but she quickly stood up, ran to the riverbank, and plunged her head into the icy water, drinking it down without a care in the world.

"You've traveled a long way and your body is burning up; you shouldn't drink so much snow water like this." A gentle voice came from not far away. The girl looked up blankly and warily at the young man with a warm smile on the riverbank.

"Xiaoman, fill the water bag with water, we'll leave immediately."

Zhao Qi spotted the man in white first. The man seemed harmless, and Zhao Qi didn't want to make friends with him. He planned to fill his water bag and continue on his way.

Are you wandering knights among the Han people?

The man in white stood up from the grass and looked at Zhao Qi with a smile.

Before Zhao Qi could speak, Xiaoman let out a howl and thrust her lance straight at the man in white. The man reached out from his long sleeve and grabbed the lance in one go. Xiaoman tried to wrest the lance back but couldn't. She tried again and spun her body along the lance, slashing at the man in white with her sword. She remembered Yun Ce's words very well: when facing the Japanese, you have to use all your strength to kill them.

The man in white, his face flushed with anger, deflected Xiaoman's slashing sword with his palm, and managed to grab her waist, placing her steadily on the ground. He then took a step back and frowned, saying, "We are strangers who met by chance. Why do you, young lady, harbor murderous intentions towards me?"

Zhao Qi, who had already charged halfway through the battle, saw Xiaoman's defeat and abruptly stopped. He pulled the stunned Xiaoman behind him, cupped his hands to the man in white, and said, "It was my fault for being rude, please forgive me, brother. We will leave now."

Xiaoman angrily retorted, "He's a Japanese soldier! Brother Liu said that if you see a Japanese soldier, you should kill him! Kill him wherever you find him!" The man in white smiled and asked, "Brother Liu? Who is Brother Liu?"

Zhao Qi stared at the white-clad man's hands and said, "He's an old soldier."

The man in white continued to laugh, "Old soldier, it wouldn't happen to be Liu Chang'an, would it?"

The woman in leather armor asked with a stern expression, "Do you know Brother Liu Chang'an?"

The white-robed man's smile seemed to be etched onto his face as he continued, "Liu Chang'an slept with my sister and used more than twenty large fish bladders. I'm planning to go to Han territory to find Liu Chang'an's wife and see if I can use up all thirty large fish bladders at once."

Zhao Qi knew that his opponent was highly skilled in martial arts, but he could not bear to see Liu Chang'an being treated so badly. He thrust out his lance with lightning speed, aiming straight for the white-clothed man's face. At the same time, another lance emerged from under his ribs, stabbing towards the white-clothed man's waist.

The red tassel on Zhao Qi's lance spread out like a large red flower. The lance, which protruded from his ribs, was pale yellow, similar in color to the ground, and could not be distinguished without careful observation.

A giant axe suddenly appeared in the white-robed man's hand. With one swing, he cleaved Zhao Qi's lance in two, raised his knee to strike another lance, and then leaned back, raising Sheng Rong's lance high and thrusting it into the sky. At the same time, he ended the two men's next attack.

The man in white sighed and said, "This world is just so unreasonable. If Liu Chang'an can sleep with my sister, why can't I sleep with Liu Chang'an's wife?"

"Although the Guifang and the Han are not of the same race or origin, through thousands of years of mutual integration, if I didn't say I was from the Guifang, how could you possibly distinguish us?"

"Pah! Brother Liu would never sleep with your ghost women!" Xiaoman was furious and jumped up and down, but she didn't launch another attack. Among the seven people, the three of them had the highest martial arts skills, and they had all tested him and found that they were far from being his match. So they could only try to escape his clutches through other means.

The man in white said very seriously, "He slept, and used more than twenty large fish bladders. Moreover, my sister is so beautiful that she is completely worthy of him using more than twenty large fish bladders."

Xiaoman felt that this guy seemed a bit off his head. Who would go around telling everyone about their sister's romantic affairs? He kept emphasizing the matter of the twenty-odd large fish bladders, as if it wasn't a dirty thing, but something glorious.

However, considering that this guy's sister is from the Guifang people, and Brother Liu is a true hero, it's not uncommon for him to be entangled by those alluring Guifang women who want to conceive with him.

Thinking of Brother Liu's uncertain fate, her eyes reddened involuntarily. She said to the man in white, "If Brother Liu were alive, you could bully his wife and make him suffer for the rest of his life. But there's no need for that now. Brother Liu has already died in battle today. You are also a hero among the Guifang people. If you go and bully a widow, people will laugh at you."

She thought her words would cheer up the man in white, but to her surprise, the man from Guifang not only didn't become happy, but his face suddenly turned extremely gloomy. Without moving, he walked past Zhao Qi and Sheng Rong, came to Xiaoman, grabbed her neck, and said, "Where is Liu Chang'an fighting?"

Xiaoman was lifted up by the man in white with one hand. No matter how much she struggled, biting, grabbing, or kicking, she couldn't loosen his grip even slightly.

Zhao Qi roared and attacked first, but was kicked in the abdomen by the man in white. He flew more than ten feet into the air and before he landed, a lot of blood spurted from his mouth. Sheng Rong's lance was just in front of the man in white when he was punched away and then kicked in the abdomen. The two fell to the ground and rolled in a ball, clutching their stomachs and unable to fight anymore.

The other four followed suit and pounced on them. Xiaoman watched helplessly as they were sent flying by the seemingly slow punches and kicks of the man in white. In the end, like Zhao Qi and Sheng Rong, they fell to the ground, only able to gasp for breath to alleviate the pain.

"Let them go, and I'll take you to Brother Liu."

Seeing that the man in white was becoming uncontrollable, Xiaoman quickly shouted.

The man in white gave a whistle, and Xiaoman saw a red Thunder Smoke Beast running across the wasteland. It was a very handsome Thunder Smoke Beast, even more beautiful than Brother Liu's black Thunder Smoke Beast.

The man in white threw the other six people onto their warhorses, and took Xiaoman alone onto the Thunder Smoke Beast. He said to Xiaoman in the most sinister voice, "If you give me the wrong directions once, I will kill one of you."

(End of this chapter)