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Chapter 297 Bloody Battle

"Bang!!!"

The door was kicked open forcefully.

Cao Biansheng raised his shield and thrust it forward, the sound of wind rushing past his ears.

A spear grazed my cheek.

He lowered his head and thrust out a spear.

A muffled groan came from the other side.
He continued to push forward, and a ping-pong sound came from the front of the shield.

Take a few steps forward and push hard!
As the two men opposite him fell to the ground, Cao Biansheng seized the opportunity to thrust out his spear, piercing the neck of one of the fallen men.

"Die!" A door suddenly opened, and a figure wielding a curved sword jumped out and slashed at Cao Biansheng's unsuspecting side.

Hearing the wind, Cao Biansheng felt a chill run down his spine.

A blur flew out from behind him.

"Oh!"

The person who had just jumped out was pushed back while still in mid-air.

He let out a mournful cry.

"Be careful." Qin Ziwen sheathed his spear. The spear wasn't very effective in the stairwell, but he was used to it and could still thrust forward without any problem.

Cao Biansheng breathed a sigh of relief, took out his water bottle from his waist, took a big gulp to regain some strength, and continued pushing forward.

"What floor are we on now?" Qin Ziwen looked outside. From here, the ground floor of the Hongding Building was already quite a distance away from them.

“Nineteenth floor.” Qin Ziwu wiped the sweat from his face.

At the very front of the group, one of the three turbid merfolk had already fallen.

He fell into a trap on the seventh floor, was pushed off the building, and fell to the ground, where he remained motionless.

"Everyone, drink some water and regain your strength!" Qin Ziwu shouted.

In the hallway, everyone took out their water bottles and drank from the healing spring.

As the so-called one-shot, and then decline, three and exhausted.

Normally, after fighting their way here, everyone should be exhausted.

But with the aid of the healing spring, the cold water, once drunk, transforms into sweet dew to quench the depleted strength.

It can maintain physical strength and even slightly heal external injuries. As long as it is not seriously injured, it can maintain its combat effectiveness.

At the very front of the procession were two murky fishmen covered in thick wooden planks, their bodies riddled with wounds. The planks were twisted and torn, riddled with holes, and their thick skin was mangled beyond recognition, from which thick, dark green blood seeped.

At the rear of the group, someone brought two large buckets of water and handed them to the turbid fishmen.

The turbid fishman picked up the bucket and gulped down the water.

Their breathing calmed down at a visible rate, and the wounds on their bodies were slowly healing.

The Blood Letter members who were holding the line behind the door on the twentieth floor breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the order to rest downstairs.

"Should we sneak over while they're resting?" someone asked in a low voice.

Several people nearby were tempted.

A person next to them lowered their voice and said, "We don't have enough people."

"What does it matter if we don't have enough men? You all know Zhang Liao, right? He fought 100,000 with 800. Chen Qingzhi fought 300,000 with 7,000. Xie Xuan fought 800,000 against 800,000 in the Battle of Fei River. If we win, we have everything."

The group's eyes darted around.

The thought of this possibility excited many people present.

At that moment, they thought of the classic battles in history books.

It's not impossible that it could be them.

"We'll catch them off guard and humiliate them. If we can force them to retreat, we'll be incredibly awesome."

After discussing it, the group pulled another group of people from behind, armed them, and hid behind the door.

Silently count one, two, three.

They opened the door and rushed out all at once.

I had only taken two steps when I was met with the sharp sound of wind.

Thump, thump.

One after another, the men were impaled by a single-handed crossbow.

They died even faster than they charged. One by one, they fell down the stairs, scattering in a mass.

Cao Biansheng put down the crossbow in his hand, a cold smile on his face. How could he not be on guard?

I've encountered a group of these naive guys before when I was resting on the tenth floor. It was a good opportunity for him to accumulate kills for his Slaughterer mission.

Cao Biansheng stopped the others, "Leave the rest to me."

After saying that, he charged forward with his shield and short sword. Clad in iron armor, he fought fiercely. Most of the enemy's weapons that hit him were harmless unless they were in a vital spot.

In the stairwell, he slashed down several people in the blink of an eye.

The remaining members upstairs panicked and quickly closed the large iron gate.

After regaining their strength, the group continued their climb.

The 20th floor, the 21st floor, the 22nd floor.
The staircase seemed to have no end.

The shouts of killing grew louder and louder, and blood stained the corridor red.

Fresh blood dripped down the cracks in the stairs, pooling into a viscous puddle below.

A heavy thud was heard from ahead. The other side had set up a trigger trap. A Mudman was unable to dodge in time and was hit, nearly falling off the fence.

Several Blood Letter members roared ferociously and swarmed over, pounced on the Turbid Fishman, and applied gravity to him.

The murloc roared, and together with the person on his chest, they fell from the twenty-eighth-story railing.

The moment he fell, the turbid fishman turned to look at Qin Ziwu. "Aww, aww, aww!" (Fish, delicious!)

"Oh!"

A heavy object fell to the ground downstairs, and both sides became bloodthirsty.

Du Yu, wielding two swords, fought his way through a bloody path.

Cao Biansheng followed closely behind, seizing every opportunity to take a head. He would count the kills in his mind as he went.

After the team reached the thirtieth floor, the Healing Fountain began to run dry.

Cao Biansheng felt as if his hands were filled with lead; he had never felt that wielding a knife was such a difficult thing.

Combat is too physically and mentally taxing.

"Here you go." A hand reached out from behind him, and Qin Ziwen handed him a bottle of water.

Cao Biansheng licked his chapped lips, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.

"President, you drink it yourself, I have more."

"What a load of rubbish, your bottles are all empty, our supplies have arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a harpy eagle came from outside a room to the side.

A dark shadow spread out its giant wings, obscuring the moonlight.

It was carrying a sealed bucket on each of its paws.

Qin Ziwen walked over and took the two large buckets of healing spring water.

He shouted, "Be prepared and collect supplies in an orderly manner!"

After handing over the large bucket, the harpy eagle flew down and quickly flew back up, this time bringing a metal medical kit.

It contained medical supplies such as alcohol, bandages, and painkillers.

After taking a break, the group continued their charge upstairs.

Downstairs, Yang Long, who was in charge of cleaning up the battlefield, was shocked. "Are they all made of iron? Don't they get tired?!"

Erhu rubbed his arms. "Brother Long, we're all tired from moving things."

Shouts of killing came from upstairs again.

Yang Long was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go, keep following them. Also, take good care of all the wounded who retreated from the front. Don't let anything go wrong!"

The shouts of killing spread upwards, layer upon layer.

Cao Biansheng swung his shield, straddled a man, and slammed it down hard, once, twice, until the head beneath him was smashed like a watermelon. "Ninety-eight."

He raised his head, his face covered in blood, his eyelashes caked with dried scabs, and his eyes bloodshot.

"Two more, two more needed!"

"We've already fought our way to the top floor." Qin Ziwu, panting heavily, walked over from the end of the corridor, knife in hand.

(End of this chapter)