ebookslot Chapter 12 Great Victory, God of Slaughter Template Upgraded!
Chapter 12 Great Victory, God of Slaughter Template Upgraded!
She hasn't said a single word since she came out of quarantine.
He was like a drawn sword, his murderous aura already emanating from him.
Wei Zhao did not disturb her.
He understood the silence before battle.
He didn't like to talk before playing ranked games in his past life either—although this analogy is incredibly stupid.
In the distance, two steep mountain walls rise abruptly from the plain, with a narrow road sandwiched between them, like a crack cleaved open by a giant.
Luoyingkou.
Liu Jingshuang finally spoke.
He reined in his horse, turned around, and his voice was as cold as ice.
"The entire army dismounted and fought on foot."
"The terrain in the valley is narrow, which limits the cavalry's maneuverability."
She looked at Wei Zhao.
"You take a thousand cavalrymen and remain outside the valley entrance."
Wei Zhao nodded. The two had agreed before setting off that he would not enter the valley.
He led a thousand cavalry to block the exit and kill any deserters.
Liu Jingshuang didn't say anything more.
She dismounted, took the twelve-foot-long white wax spear from its back, and slammed the butt of the spear heavily on the ground.
"Follow me and kill!"
Almost simultaneously, the nine thousand guards dismounted, drew their swords, and followed her into the valley.
There were no war drums, no horns, and not even a neat formation.
It was like a pack of wolves that hadn't eaten for half a month, and they smelled meat.
Wei Zhao reined in his horse and stood at the mouth of the valley. A thousand cavalrymen spread out in a fan shape, blocking the exit of the valley.
Soon, shouts of battle echoed from within the valley.
At first, there were sporadic shouts and curses, a chaotic mix of Northern Rong language and Han language.
Then came the clanging of metal against metal, the crisp sound of swords striking armor, all blending together.
Immediately afterwards, screams of agony rang out one after another!
The Killing God value in the Killing God template is also constantly increasing.
Wei Zhao leaned slightly forward on his horse, his gaze passing over the heads of the cavalrymen ahead and looking into the valley entrance.
From a great distance, he watched Liu Jingshuang fight a bloody battle!
The woman charged in and out of a group of Northern Rong soldiers, her white wax spear flashing so densely it resembled a wall.
A Northern Rong soldier raised his sword and slashed at her, but she dodged to the side.
The spear tip flicked upwards, piercing the opponent's chin—the whole movement was as fast as lightning, less than a breath from drawing the gun to retracting it.
Before the second one could even get close, the gun barrel swept across.
With a muffled crack, the man's ribs collapsed along with his leather armor, and he flew three steps away before crashing to the ground, blood and foam coming out of his mouth.
The third one was smarter and tried to go around from the side, but Liu Jingshuang didn't even turn her head. She thrust the butt of her spear backward and hit the man right in the face.
Three people, three shots, all within five seconds.
Wei Zhao felt a chill run down his spine as he watched from horseback.
Jing Shuang is a true divine general.
He recalled what Liu Jingshuang had said when she taught him marksmanship on the first day—"Every move is honed through life-or-death experience on the battlefield."
Now he believes it.
Those seemingly simple stabs, picks, sweeps, and flicks, when strung together in her hands, become a sophisticated killing machine.
And himself?
Wei Zhao looked down at the spear in his hand.
He is well aware of his own level.
The "God of Slaughter" template gave him a good foundation, but he was still a long way from being truly capable of fighting on the battlefield.
Should we rush in and become heroes?
Don't be ridiculous. He'll most likely just cause trouble for the Royal Guard, and they'll need to divide their forces to protect him.
Last time, Wei Zhao acted impulsively because he was too worried about Liu Jingshuang's safety.
But this time, facing a situation where victory was virtually assured, Wei Zhao naturally wouldn't risk his life.
His role is not that of a fierce general.
He is the head coach.
The head coach's job is to sit in command, control the overall situation, and make every decision.
The kill points gained from personally killing enemies are indeed high, but you only have one life. Trading your life for those few points is a huge loss.
Moreover, deserters are also enemies.
Outside the valley entrance, the first group of Northern Rong stragglers who had escaped had already run into his cavalry blockade.
"Stop them! Don't let a single one escape!"
A blood-soaked Northern Rong soldier stumbled and crawled out of the valley entrance, colliding head-on with Wei Zhao's white horse.
The man looked up and was met with the spear of his personal guard beside him!
Wei Zhao ignored him completely, and his personal guards delivered a thunderous blow to the deserter!
stamp!
Receive!
The movements were clean and efficient.
Harvesting complete!
……
The deserters poured out in twos and threes, but the thousand cavalrymen sifted them out like a sieve.
A horse's hoof tramples, a knife slashes down, a bowstring snaps and one falls.
These stragglers who escaped from the valley had lost their organization and morale; all that remained were their two legs driven by the instinct for survival.
Before the well-prepared cavalry, they were no different from lambs to the slaughter.
In less than half an hour.
The shouts of battle in the valley subsided and finally fell completely silent.
Liu Jingshuang walked out of the valley entrance.
Blood was dripping from the tip of the white wax spear, and her entire body was stained red from head to toe, turning her white armor into a dark red.
But his steps were steady, his breathing was even, and he barely even panted.
Report.
Behind her followed a junior guard, his face covered in blood, kneeling on one knee:
"More than 3,100 enemy soldiers were killed and 312 were captured."
"Our army suffered 47 dead and over 200 wounded."
Forty-seven against three thousand one hundred.
crush.
Wei Zhao dismounted and walked towards Liu Jingshuang.
"Where are the prisoners?"
"Tie him up in the valley."
Wei Zhao nodded without hesitation or even pause.
"Kill them all."
Liu Jingshuang glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Wei Zhao met her gaze, his tone firm:
"Everyone knows what the Northern Rong people did after they conquered the border town."
"Slaughtering cities, looting, and treating the people like two-legged sheep—cooking and eating living people."
"Which of the Western Qiang, Eastern Hu, and Southern Man tribes didn't come here burning and killing their way in?"
"Those mass graves on the border of the Great Wei are filled with the bones of ordinary people."
"Moreover, in the previous battle at Hulu Valley, more than 100,000 of the Wei family's troops were wiped out, leaving no survivors."
"My father and brothers' remains have never been found; only cenotaphs have been erected for them!"
"Therefore, from this day forward, my Wei family army will not accept prisoners!"
Upon hearing this, Liu Jingshuang's eyes seemed to sparkle, and she decisively turned and left.
Without a second's hesitation.
None of the guards around him expressed the slightest objection.
On the contrary, I have a greater sense of recognition for this new head coach of the Wei family army!
……
The butt of the gun dragged on the ground, leaving a white mark on the gravel.
Soon, a series of short, rapid sounds echoed through the valley: the dull thud of a knife cutting into flesh, interspersed with curses and wails in the Northern Rong language.
The guards didn't hold back either.
These veterans had dealt with the Northern Rong people for half their lives; they had seen what villages annihilated by steppe cavalry looked like—
The well was filled with the corpses of infants, women were tied to the back of horses and dragged along, and men's heads were piled up like a mound of skulls.
kindness?
To show mercy to such beasts is to be cruel to one's own people.
The noise subsided quickly.
Wei Zhao stood at the valley entrance, and the numbers on the panel began to jump.
[Killing Power +34]
In addition to the previous annihilation of the enemy inside the valley and the ambush outside the valley—
[Current Killer Value: 390]
[Congratulations, host! Your Killing Power has exceeded 100! Your level has increased to Level 2!]
[The host currently has 34 free attribute points!]
[Level 2 rewards are being processed...]