Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 101 After the battle, Sikong Zhen sought to claim credit and searched for the Five Thunder Drum!
General Luo is dead!

With a terrified scream piercing the battlefield, the last vestiges of the Star Luo army's fighting spirit and morale collapsed.

The corpse of the Soul Douluo of the Dark Night Wolf Martial Soul, bleeding from all seven orifices, stood out starkly against the dust.

"Withdraw the troops!"

Dai Tianqiong's roar came from high above, his voice carrying an unprecedented heaviness.

The Star Luo Emperor was currently being forced into retreat by Sikong Mingde's thunderous spear, and the Netherworld White Tiger's body was covered with charred marks.

wow——

The clanging of armored vehicles resounded like a tidal wave.

The heavy cavalry at the front frantically turned their horses, their steel horseshoes carving messy furrows in the blood and mud.

The infantry was in complete disarray.

Some threw down their shields, some abandoned their spears, and some even shoved their comrades. All discipline crumbled in the face of the fear of death.

If it weren't for the timely command and orders from the Xingluo generals, the Xingluo army would have completely scattered.

"Want to escape?"

Sikong Zhen stood in mid-air and waved his hand.

The cannons on the chests of the three thousand Stormtroopers simultaneously lit up with a blinding blue light, and the charging sound was as chilling as the Grim Reaper sharpening his knife.

boom! boom! boom!
The beam of light pierced the sky, and the Star Luo soldiers who were turning around were vaporized in droves.

As soon as a burly general raised his command flag, his upper body disappeared in a white light, leaving only his two legs hanging on the saddle.

Even more terrifying, the twenty-odd broken mechanical figures suddenly turned completely red—

Hot steam erupted from the broken joint.
"Spread out!"

A veteran from Xingluo cried out in anguish.

But it's too late.

The devastating series of explosions turned the northern side of the battlefield into a living hell.

The flying gears cut into the human body, and the metal fragments became deadly weapons.

The worst part was that the soldiers who were splashed with the hot liquid metal had their skin and flesh stuck to their armor as they rolled on the ground.

Then,

A hail of arrows rained down from the iron cavalry of the Marquis of Weiyuan.

Blood blossomed behind the fleeing Xingluo soldiers.

A young soldier staggered forward, trying to crawl, but was riddled with arrows and pinned to the ground, dying instantly.

The heavy cavalry suffered particularly heavy losses.

Their magnificent star-patterned heavy armor now became a death warrant, with those who fell from their horses often being trampled into mincemeat by their own steeds.

The army was defeated like a mountain.

This was perfectly demonstrated at that moment!
When the last Star Luo soldier escaped the range, the battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The Xingluo army suffered heavy losses.

Of the 40,000 heavy cavalry, nearly 10,000 were lost; the light cavalry and ordinary soldiers suffered even greater losses!

Of the three thousand Storm Army of the Marquis of Weiyuan, only a hundred or so mechanical dolls were destroyed, while another four hundred mechanical dolls suffered more serious damage.

However, those who are in charge can be retrained, and those who are damaged can be repaired.

Apart from the twenty-odd mechanical dolls that self-destructed, the rest are only a matter of time, provided there are sufficient resources!
and,

The 30,000 cavalry suffered relatively few casualties.

……

"A resounding victory in this battle!"

Sikong Zhen descended from the sky on lightning, and with each step he took, a circle of blue-purple electric ripples bloomed beneath his feet.

Behind him, the Five Thunder Drums floated, the thunder patterns on the drum surface not yet completely subsided.

"Wan Sheng!!"

The soldiers of the Marquis of Weiyuan's mansion shouted in unison.

Sikong Mingde came to Sikong Zhen's side. He was unharmed and exuded an imposing aura, clearly having gained the upper hand earlier.

Dai Tianqiong and Empress Xingluo's Netherworld White Tiger are powerful.

but,
Compared to Sikong Mingde, his combat strength was significantly weaker, and he could only barely contend with him, with no chance of winning whatsoever.

Sikong Mingde gazed at the distant, fleeing remnants of the Xingluo army and said in a low voice, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

Yet the message was clearly transmitted throughout the battlefield.

The Weiyuan Marquis's iron cavalry, who were about to give chase, reined in their horses upon hearing the sound, and the Storm Army's mechanical figures also stopped charging their cannons.

Everyone's gaze turned to that tall, imposing figure—the powerful man who had just subdued the Star Luo Emperor and Empress in full view of everyone.
Their lord!
"Although we won this battle, Xingluo's foundation remains strong, and its 300,000 troops are far from its full strength."

Sikong Mingde surveyed the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over the still-burning remains of the mechanical beings. "Order the Storm Army to retrieve the cores of the mechanical beings, and the rest of you to collect the remains of your fallen comrades."

"As for the Star Luo Camp's provisions and supplies... transport them all back to Succulent City!"

Upon hearing the order,

The soldiers responded in unison: "As you command!!"

……

Once the last cartload of spoils was bundled up, the Marquis of Weiyuan's army embarked on their journey home.

The Storm Army's soldiers marched in unison, their steel feet crushing the Starry Battle Flag into the soil.

The cavalrymen stood tall and proud, with captured star-patterned heavy armor hanging beside their saddles—their spoils of war, which would become their equipment.

In the darkness of night.

Countless iron cavalry and mechanical warriors advanced in orderly formation, their iron-blooded killing intent soaring to the sky!
The city wall of the plastic city soon came into view.

The soldiers guarding the city walls had already received the news of the victory and were now frantically waving the Marquis's banners.

When the city gates opened wide, cheers erupted.

A woman holding her child squeezed along the roadside, and when she saw her loved one, her cries and laughter mingled together.

Sikong Mingde did not linger and led Sikong Zhen straight to the city lord's mansion.

After passing through the triple gilded gates, he spread out snow-wave paper in front of the black iron table, dipped the tip of his wolf-hair brush in cinnabar, and began to write.

"By the Emperor's grace, I personally led the army in a night raid on the Xingluo camp, and achieved a great victory!"

"The greatest credit for this battle belongs to my grandson, Zhen!"

The brushstrokes danced across the paper like dragons and phoenixes, and the vermilion characters shone as brightly as fresh blood under the candlelight.

"My grandson slew four Soul Douluos, broke the fusion technique of twelve Soul Emperors, and commanded the Storm Army and 30,000 Iron Cavalry to utterly defeat the Star Luo army of 300,000!"

"Vice Commander Zhou Lie severely injured General Luo Yan of Xingluo, and also stabilized the army before my return, achieving remarkable feats."

……

Sikong Zhen stood with his arms crossed by the window, watching the city lights gradually come on.

However, his mind had already drifted far away—the power that resonated with the Five Thunder Drum was growing stronger and stronger.

"grandfather."

Sikong Zhen turned around and suddenly spoke, his voice low and firm.

Sikong Mingde paused in his writing and looked up.

“I sensed the second thunder drum.”

Sikong Zhen raised his hand, lightning flashed in his palm, and the Crimson Thunder Drum appeared out of thin air.

"The second Five Thunder Drum is not in Tiandou, nor in Xingluo territory... but in the northwest, in a far, unknown place."

Sikong Mingde's eyes narrowed slightly: "A second Five Thunder Drum?"

Sikong Zhen nodded: "Yes."

Sikong Mingde pondered for a moment, then slowly put down his brush: "Then Grandpa will send a thousand Storm Army soldiers to accompany you. I'm worried about you going alone."

however,
Sikong Zhen shook his head and said, "Grandpa, the Star Luo Army is very likely to make a comeback. The Storm Army should not be moved lightly."

"Are you planning to go alone?" Sikong Mingde continued to ask.

"Yes."

Sikong Zhen's gaze was firm. "The Five Thunder Drums are of utmost importance to me. If I can collect all five Thunder Drums, my strength will surely experience a qualitative leap."

Sikong Mingde gave him a deep look, and finally nodded: "Go."

"But remember, if you encounter a strong enemy, do not fight head-on. Safety is the priority. Grandpa is waiting for you to come back in Sucheng."

"Grandpa, don't worry."

Sikong Zhen smiled slightly, his tone soft but incredibly confident.

(End of this chapter)