Chapter 552
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Chapter 552: A Friendly Reminder
There are dead people outside the city.
Every moment, there are dead people.
The army is made of flesh and blood, while the lost souls are remnants after death.
Therefore, this is not a fair battle, but a pure invasion of shadowy soldiers.
Humans feel fear, but the lost souls don’t. They burn with flames and when they attack, they can kill one after another. When they die, they also burst into flames, igniting those nearby who are still alive.
The frontline of the battlefield has turned into a sea of fire. Bows and arrows are useless, poison is useless, the only thing that works is the slashing and hacking of axes and knives. But how many can they kill with such methods? And after killing a few, will they be buried alongside them?
Do the cavalry not fear the flames when they charge? While they trample and crush the lost souls, they also become deadly bombs. The raging fire released instantly destroys the formation of the cavalry.
Shield? Shields are useless. Weapons become too hot to hold after being heated, scorching hot. Even the armor is melted by the blue flames. The temperature keeps rising, blood dries up before it can even flow, leaving only ashes on the ground, without even a trace of bodies.
If war between humans is a cruel massacre, then what is this scene?
It is more terrifying than a cruel massacre, it is a catastrophe.
There are no words more suitable to describe it. Even when humans fight against each other, there is still a possibility of resistance. But when humans face natural disasters, they always appear fragile, fragile like glass, with no strength to fight back.
This is a disaster, devouring the souls of the living.
The fighting spirit of the army was destroyed in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick.
Endless souls, an unwinnable war, mangled bodies that cannot be buried properly. There is no room for glory.
The only advantage of dying here is avoiding the trouble of transporting corpses for cremation. Apart from that, it is meaningless.
No one goes to the battlefield with the intention of dying, but unfortunately, Lord Ba Xia rules his army strictly. Retreating from the battlefield means being punished with death, and even loved ones will be held accountable. Since death is inevitable, one can only choose between being burned or being chopped. Chaos begins to arise.
This is no longer a war. It is simply a disaster where people keep dying.
But this is still a war.
War is extreme. Biological warfare and financial warfare may not be bloody, but the after-effects are much larger than the actual battlefield.
So aren’t these hundred thousand lost souls wandering in the human world a kind of absolute power?
It’s just that no one can control them, and no one dares to control them, afraid of paying a too high price.
In fact, this is not difficult. Bai Wei easily achieved this condition, so he is qualified to change the entire course of the war.
Even compared to countless battles in Mentor’s life, this groundless war is also remarkable.
This is not something to be proud of, but the winner of this war is already a foregone conclusion.
For Bai Wei, he has already won, and he has won too much.
But people who never give up always exist.
For example… at this very moment, facing him, is the commander-in-chief of the hundred-thousand-strong army, the Duke.
Bai Wei looked at the other person, and the other person looked at him.
Bi Fang and Golden Emperor; Lord Ba Xia and his unnamed mount.
In this confrontation, one looked calmly and disdainfully while the other’s gaze was solemn and doubtful.
Lord Ba Xia had no idea who this young man was or what reason he had to join this battlefield. Although he knew Bi Fang was already dead, he didn’t believe it still had consciousness of the battle here.
However, the sudden arrival of this reinforcement was too suspicious. With a hundred thousand lost souls leaving Qingyang City and Lord Bi Fang retaining its pre-death power, this towering flame of resentment was enough to overturn the situation. How could such immense power be borrowed so easily?
But it was already a done deal.
Actions speak louder than words.
From the moment the hundred thousand lost souls stepped onto the battlefield until now, only ten minutes have passed, and the army’s three-tier defense works have already been destroyed.
The existing warfare techniques are completely unable to resist these hundred thousand lost souls.
Ten minutes is very short. Since the siege until now, almost forty hours have passed. The army of over one hundred thousand still hasn’t been able to completely capture Phoenix Feather City. Ten minutes isn’t even enough time to organize a cavalry charge. But ten minutes is also very long, long enough to cause the death of thousands of soldiers, completely turning the tide of the battle and changing the seemingly certain victory to the other side.
This is war. There is always a chance for a comeback, always a situation of betting everything, and always a possibility of a sudden reversal.
There is no such thing as an unbeatable general, only those who have experienced defeat after defeat.
Lord Ba Xia has lived for a long time, but even he couldn’t help but be astonished. He witnessed his own air force being killed off in just a few minutes and saw how ten minutes was enough to destroy his army’s defenses. His heart was bleeding, and even his calmness was on the verge of eruption.
We are going to lose!
We are going to be defeated!
In just ten minutes, our failure has been declared, and the defeat is now certain!
Instead of feeling ashamed, it felt more confused and lost.
Why did it suddenly become like this?
This kind of war, this kind of situation, is unprecedented. This kind of enemy is unheard of. Where did he come from?
The feeling of helplessness spread through its body. As a general of the army, everyone was waiting for his orders and instructions, but he didn’t know what to do.
A difficult decision lay ahead: retreat or fight.
The outcome of this war was already clear. Even if Ba Xia gave it his all, he might win, but most likely it would be a Pyrrhic victory. But if he lost, it wouldn’t just be a simple loss of soldiers and generals. These hundred thousand troops were a significant portion of his strength. If he lost them, the consequences would be unbearable for him to imagine.
However, Lord Ba Xia couldn’t retreat either. He was already in a difficult situation. If he retreated now, not to mention that ten thousand vengeful spirits would continue to chase, a orderly retreat would become a joke when the troops were collapsing like a mountain. It would surely turn into a chaotic escape with people trampling on each other, resulting in even fewer casualties than facing the enemy head-on. But if he didn’t retreat? The possibility of winning was also very slim. With so many casualties and his own main forces heavily damaged, that was equally unacceptable to him.
If this battle is lost, Bi Fang will truly be restored.
The landscape of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom will be rewritten and changed once again.
Ba State lost its power, and the palace was also eager for it. How can he improve his situation?
Instead of being angry, he started thinking about how to minimize his losses. But he quickly realized that even minimizing his losses meant losing more than half. What kind of minimize is that?!
Even if divine soldiers come from the sky… no, even if ominous soldiers pass through, winning is still winning.
Lord Ba Xia was already prepared for a major defeat, but when he saw the figure behind Bi Fang, he changed his mind.
Maybe not.
There is still a chance of winning.
If this person brought Bi Fang, then as long as we destroy him, there might still be a possibility of reversing the situation.
At the very least, capturing this person could provide a face-saving excuse even if we lose or retreat.
We cannot achieve nothing in battle, otherwise, we won’t be able to explain the complete defeat.
Bai Wei softly said, "Won’t you go back to rescue?"
"There’s no need to go back," Lord Ba Xia’s voice was icy, "Taking you down will be enough."
Bai Wei understood, "I have to remind you, even if you take me down, the lost souls won’t disappear. Your army is already finished. You can still save more people now. It’s not too late. Retreat with thirty to fifty thousand troops. There’s enough time. The longer you delay, the more deaths there will be. The lost souls don’t know exhaustion. They will devour all life on the battlefield."
"Wait until we take you down, then we can deal with these lost souls slowly," Lord Ba Xia said coldly.
He knew very well that he couldn’t stop the lost souls, but what else could he do? Give the order to retreat and suffer an unprecedented defeat?!
This wasn’t his fault at all. It was purely because the other side used such a cruel tactic, unexpectedly bringing in a hundred thousand dark soldiers!
Anger was useless. His ultimate goal immediately changed. If he couldn’t even limit his losses, he at least had to gain some achievements, obtain a fig leaf of dignity, to show that he wasn’t completely defeated.
Lord Ba Xia’s heart surged with emotions. He also felt shame because when a hundred thousand lost souls appeared, his defeat was already certain.
He had led his army to battle many times and had never experienced such a major defeat before, so naturally, he was reluctant to accept it.
If he fails, all his glory will be tarnished.
History will remember the winners, but not the losers who were defeated, no matter how many times they won before!
Lord Ba Xia remained calm on the outside, but inside he was under extreme pressure. He couldn’t accept failure!
He looked at his opponent, knowing that now only absolute force could be relied upon. Luckily, Ba Xia was still at his peak, with deep reserves of skill and power.
The opponent might have some skill, but his chances of winning were greater. As a military commander, he had almost never tasted defeat, and his strength placed him in a league of his own among many other lords.
He must defeat him!
Ba Xia didn’t want to engage in aerial combat. He needed to find a suitable ground battlefield to hold back his opponent.
Bai Wei saw the exclamation mark as red as blood above the opponent’s head, and a comprehensive level of sixty-five… a legendary demon clan with top-tier bloodline, even stronger than the Martial Saint.
After thinking for a moment, he triggered it.
[The event has been triggered.]
"By the way," Bai Wei suddenly said, "Before we start, I have to remind you… You seem to be the last one."
