Reincarnation Girl Becomes Immortal

However, besides martial arts, Yan Yinmu also knows many unorthodox and hidden weapon techniques, and it is unknown where he learned them.

The enemy intelligence that Xi Heng had previously obtained never mentioned that someone frequently used dangerous hidden weapons.

The intelligence report only described Yan Yinmu as "skilled in using various weapons to deal with a variety of situations."

Could it be that... this guy has learned many new techniques over the years, changing "skilled in using weapons" to "skilled in using all kinds of techniques"?

So much so that their moves went beyond the word "swords and weapons," incorporating hidden weapons, smoke bombs, gunpowder, oil, and other things that martial artists disdain, all in pursuit of victory.

As Xi Heng pondered, he also braved the continuous rain of arrows and broke through the gray fog.

Just as his vision cleared, Yan Yinmu's long-handled sword fell before him once more.

With the two swords crossed and touching, Xi Heng unleashed his inner force, using a power far exceeding that of his opponent to deflect the broadsword.

The weapons clashed, producing a clang. Just as they were about to give chase, another martial artist with internal strength attacked from the side with his rapier.

Because she was restrained by a Transformation Realm expert, she no longer had the time to casually kill Dark Realm experts as she had before.

Furthermore, this wasn't the only Dark Force martial artist; others with Dark Force were emerging from the enemy ranks and charging towards them.

It seems that... because of her previous massacre and now her victory over Yan Yinmu with her martial arts, most of the enemy generals on the battlefield have gathered around her.

It seems they want to gather their strength to deal with her first, and then do other things.

Xi Heng unleashed his Transformation Force and beheaded a Dark Force martial artist, and in the next instant, another spear landed behind him.

He was restrained by a master of martial arts, attacked by a group of enemies, and constantly attacked by hidden arrows and open spears from the surrounding area.

Now, it seems that she is fighting against most of Yan Meng's army all by herself.

As the attacks continued to come, Xi Heng felt his internal energy being depleted rapidly.

The weakness of a martial artist is thus revealed—once the neutralizing force is exhausted, it becomes difficult for a martial artist to continue breaking through enemy lines on their own.

However, Xi Heng still had half of his Transformation Realm cultivation, and had not yet reached a dead end.

She could leave if she wanted, but she preferred to kill the man in front of her who had caused her so much trouble before she could go.

Under the siege, Xi Heng swept out a circular sword aura in a moment of gap, forcing everyone back.

Immediately afterwards, he sheathed his left sword and drew the flying sword from behind him.

The spirit stone brushed against the flying sword, and it burst into flames.

The moment the fire sword, capable of flying freely in the air, appeared, the surrounding enemy generals were taken aback and, recalling some myths and legends, took a half-step back.

After drawing his flying sword, Xi Heng changed his fighting style.

Sometimes he uses both hands to wield the sword and unleash qi and blood techniques, and sometimes he controls a flying sword with one hand and slashes at the enemy with a straight sword with the other.

In a short while, Xi Heng not only blocked the enemy general's attack, but also used his flying sword to kill many soldiers who were ambushing him with longbows and crossbows.

When using flying swords against skilled opponents, the attack may be somewhat sluggish, resulting in slightly less effectiveness.

But when facing ordinary soldiers or mortals who can be pierced directly, they practically fly wherever they go and kill.

Ordinary soldiers' weapons and arrows are basically ineffective against flying swords.

The raging flames flying through the sky forced them to retreat, and they dared not retaliate.

Because of the flying sword's momentum, Xi Heng's attacks were reduced slightly.

However, at this moment, due to her long entanglement with several martial artists with internal strength and Yan Yinmu, her internal strength had decreased by another ten percent.

"time is limited……"

Xi Heng summoned back his flying sword to help her restrain several hidden martial artists, while he sheathed his sword and assumed a powerful thrusting stance.

Seeing that Xi Heng was about to use his ultimate move, Yan Yinmu decisively threw down his weapon and fled towards the rear of the military headquarters.

Xi Heng had never seen someone so decisive in fleeing for their life. He slowed down, hesitating slightly.

There is another Grandmaster at the Transformation Realm behind the enemy lines. In her current state, if she wants to fight two Grandmasters at the enemy headquarters, she might have to burn her life to do so...

However, although we failed to kill the enemy general today, we will probably encounter him on other battlefields in the future.

Since it's inconvenient today, Xi Heng plans to kill them later.

She turned her sword fingers to retrieve the flying sword, switching from pursuit to escape, and leaving this chaotic and troublesome place far away.

Xi Heng single-handedly annihilated numerous military generals and ordinary soldiers, and also held off the enemy's advanced-level fighters for a long time, thus making a great contribution.

As a result, the Zhao army had gained the upper hand when she was trapped. The infantry advanced steadily, while the cavalry galloped and charged wildly, destroying several enemy positions in succession.

As the reinforcements that had been agreed upon earlier rushed in from all directions, Yan Mengren felt as if he were surrounded by enemy troops from all sides, and everyone from the lowest-ranking soldier to the highest-ranking general felt the urge to retreat.

By the time Xi Heng, covered in blood, was about to reach his own military headquarters, the enemy had already begun to retreat.

The two armies scurried back and forth like ants, their battle cries and the thunder of their footsteps still echoing.

The Zhao state won this battle.

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Chapter 106, Light Troops and Elite Soldiers

After the great battle ended, Xi Heng walked slowly across the battlefield littered with corpses and blood, ordering his men to gather the enemy's bodies together.

Yan Mengguo's army has maintained its formation and withdrawn from the battlefield.

The Zhao side did not order a pursuit.

The enemy's orderly withdrawal did not indicate a complete rout, and a forceful pursuit could lead to an unexpected counterattack.

Once the enemy forces were far away and unable to regroup and return, the Zhao army also retreated to Qiming.

Only a small group of soldiers remained to clean up the chaotic and blood-stained battlefield.

Xi Heng also stayed here and applied to the general for a temporary command position, leading the service soldiers who stayed on the battlefield with her, and ordering the collection and transportation of corpses and flesh.

Generally speaking, cleaning up the battlefield after a war is a tough job.

The soldiers fought their hardest to win a battle and barely survived another day. Naturally, they didn't want to stay in the extremely oppressive atmosphere of the battlefield any longer and just wanted to return to camp as soon as possible to celebrate their victory and rest.

If we were to order them to remain on the battlefield now, it would certainly dampen the morale that had just been boosted by a great victory.

Therefore, those who remain here are not elite soldiers, but rather rear-area rabble and new recruits who have not contributed to the war and are responsible for collecting scattered weapons and identifying corpses.

The bodies of friendly forces need to be transported to the Northern Frontier Army Martyrs Cemetery for burial, while the bodies of the enemy are usually burned on the spot to prevent the spread of plague and disease.

Normally, people would gather the corpses into piles and burn them.

But today, Xi Heng had his subordinates change their approach.

"Move all the enemy corpses from the entire battlefield to this spot and pile them up." She pointed to an open space, and with just one simple sentence, doubled the workload for the service soldiers.

The battlefield was quite vast, and gathering all the corpses together would require far more work than they were used to.

But Xi Heng didn't care about their sighs. After giving the order, he went to an open space, grabbed a corpse dressed in plain clothes at random, dragged it to a pool of blood that had gathered at a low place, and used the whole corpse as a brush to draw a dark red array on the ground with blood.

The formation was quite inconspicuous because the ground soil itself was dark in color, and various places were already covered with bloodstains.

The blood patterns drawn by Xi Heng are barely visible unless you look closely.

From the outside, it appeared that she was merely dragging the corpses along and then dumping them into the pile of bodies.

After drawing this line, she grabbed another body and used the blood to draw another line on the ground.

A corpse, used as a stroke of a brush.

As the process repeated, the blood-red color on the ground began to subtly develop a pattern.

If you look closely from above, you can see many twisted stripes that resemble tentacles surrounding the pile of stones, and in the center, the outline of the tentacles forms the shape of a curved-necked bottle.

As Xi Heng dragged over the blood-stained corpses, the formation became more and more complete.

This was the first time she had created such a large-scale work, and every stroke was quite meticulous.

Almost an hour later, the blood-patterned magic array was fully drawn.

Although the blood on the ground makes it appear blurry, its effectiveness is not affected by this.

During this time, two thousand service soldiers made four or five trips each through the blood-stained battlefield, bringing the neatly arranged enemy corpses to the area indicated by Xi Heng.

As numerous corpses, along with the mangled flesh and blood from the overturned carts, piled up into a mountain of corpses, an extremely terrifying and horrifying scene unfolded.

Nearly ten thousand corpses were intertwined like the beams of a roof, with dark red blood flowing down the surface of the mountain of corpses, along with dirty soil and dust, emitting a strange, fishy smell that no one could tolerate.

Such a colossal object constructed from corpses, simply placed before one's eyes, immediately evokes a sense of dread.

Most of the corpses were unrecognizable, and headless ones were everywhere, with clean and smooth cuts on their skulls.

Xi Heng looked at it and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Most of the neatly wounded corpses appeared to be created by her...

She gradually realized that the enemy soldiers she had killed accounted for at least a quarter of all enemy corpses.

"Eh?"

She was somewhat incredulous.

Yet, I always felt that those severed halves, the neatly cut shoulders and chests, and the headless figure all seemed somewhat familiar.

If you think back carefully, you can always recall a few faces that can be matched with the corpse.

"Did I kill that many?" she muttered to herself.

After some thought, it seems there really is one.

She used half of her internal energy to slaughter the enemy, and killing two or three thousand people seemed to be no problem at all...

But why does it always feel a little strange?

Xi Heng realized with a clear mind that the number was somewhat different from the number he had in mind.

"Fine, kill as many as you want." The girl yawned.

But then a trailer pulled by a donkey came along, and as it approached the pile of corpses, a bunch of all sorts of dead heads rolled down like cabbages falling over.

Then she remembered that she was the one who had cut off all those heads, and fell silent for a moment.

"..."

"Should I be more restrained in the future?" she even wondered.

Even after the murderous intent is satisfied and the mind returns to normal, seeing such a cruel scene still evokes a slight sense of resistance.

It's like the frustration you feel when you see the bed a complete mess after playing around with your senior sister...

"Ahem." Xi Heng quickly interrupted his thoughts, patting his fair face to calm himself down.

The head rolled and fell onto the pile of corpses, its countless gray eyes adding to its eerie and spiritual aura.

Xi Heng saw that many heads in the pile of corpses were facing her, as if these dead had come from hell and were staring at her with resentment through their bodies.

In the dead silence, the wind howled.

A few tattered flags bearing the character "Yan" still stuck in the ground were blown by the raging wind and fluttered in the breeze.

The last few donkey carts finally arrived, and the corpses, along with mangled pieces of flesh and entrails, were thrown into the mountain of corpses.

Xi Heng looked up at the scene before him, which seemed to be a projection of hell and the underworld onto reality, and slowly approached.

Although she was a little confused, she maintained an indifferent demeanor on the surface.

He only said:

"Light it."

The voice was soft as it passed by, and the surrounding messengers shouted in response.

The messenger's booming voice echoed several times across the vast plain.

Torches were thrown over the various flammable materials and wooden blocks that had already been laid out around the pile of corpses.

White smoke billowed out, with wisps of flame emerging from it.

The flames quickly spread, engulfing the wood, wood, and dry grass before reaching the corpse.

The coarse cloth clothes worn by Yan Meng's soldiers, the cotton stuffing inside their armor, and other materials were all flammable.

Furthermore... the dead bodies themselves are also highly flammable.

The oils in the skin sizzle and drip down, like wax, adding to the flame's duration.

Flames swirled around the bottom of the pile of corpses, slowly climbing upwards.