King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 387 - 155: Journey by the Taihe River: Shi Feiyang’s Strategy and Ripples of Love (Part 2)

On the riverbank, the withered yellow reeds quivered in the breeze, the slender leaves rustling against each other, adding to the desolation and sorrow of the atmosphere. In the distance, a few solitary trees stood crookedly, their dried branches like emaciated arms stretching towards the gray sky, seemingly praying in despair for something, or awaiting a hint of hope.

To a certain extent, the Taihe River divided the region, the flowing riverbank resembling a natural barrier, forming a solid defense line against foreign invasion, safeguarding the peace of this land.

However, at this moment, the river seemed like a giant beast lying across the path, becoming a massive obstacle to the army’s movement, forcing everyone to ponder carefully the thorny and perilous problem of crossing the river for battle and seeking a possible breakthrough.

Shi Feiyang stood resolute like a determined War God at the river’s edge. The fierce wind, like a wild beast, tore at his clothes with a roaring sound, yet he remained unmoved, like a pine rooted to the ground.

His gaze was like a torch, fixed firmly on the distance, with wisdom shimmering in his deep eyes, repeatedly contemplating how to lead everyone in overcoming this natural obstacle and advancing towards the victory’s shore.

A natural aura of dominance radiated from him, as if everything in the world was under his control, and no hardship or obstacle could hinder his progress.

He stood by the river, his gaze deep and focused on the turbulent waters.

The river roared like an enraged dragon, rolling and roaring, telling tales of history’s vicissitudes and heroic valor.

Shi Feiyang’s gaze was steady and profound, resembling a sharp Long Sword that could pierce the turbulent river, staring directly at the distant shore full of unknowns and challenges.

In his eyes, while the river was dangerous, it couldn’t become a chasm blocking them; instead, it ignited the fighting spirit and bravado deep within his heart.

Once more, Shi Feiyang reached for the magical deer-skin pouch at his waist, his movements elegant and confident. In an instant, boats seemed to emerge from cracks in the void of time and space, floating steadily on the river’s surface, astonishing everyone present.

These boats were exquisitely crafted, their hulls emitting a quaint and mysterious luster as if weathered by time, carrying countless legends. They seemed like Divine Soldiers descending from the heavens, silently mooring at the riverbank, awaiting the warriors preparing for their journey.

Shi Feiyang gently raised his hand and stroked the ship’s side, his wide and powerful palm conveying a regard for the ships and anticipation and resolve for the upcoming battle. He understood that these boats would be key to their victory.

At this moment, Lin Wanqing approached Shi Feiyang lightly, her eyes filled with tender affection.

Despite the arduous journey and harsh conditions, she persistently accompanied Shi Feiyang.

She slightly tilted her head up, looked at Shi Feiyang, and softly said, "Feiyang, no matter how difficult the road ahead, I will always be by your side. You hold the world in your heart, and you will surely lead everyone to defeat the invaders and restore peace."

Shi Feiyang turned to look at her, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes, gently holding her hand, he said, "With you by my side, I have endless strength."

Soon, Li Song, along with the Ming Army and Heroic Sakura Association disciples, arrived.

They were shocked and grateful to see the boats Shi Feiyang had prepared. Li Song couldn’t help but exclaim, "Hero Shi truly has a meticulous mind, preparing the boats so early; it truly is our good fortune. Such broad-mindedness is rare in this world!"

Everyone boarded the vessels in an orderly manner, those ships about to set out on their journey, carrying the hopes and faith of all.

The boats surged forward across the river, the bow cutting through the waters, splashing pure white waves, making a "splashing" sound, which sounded like a rousing war song, boosting morale for the forthcoming battle.

Li Song and the warriors on the big ships riding the waves couldn’t help but marvel at Shi Feiyang’s grandeur, never expecting Shi Feiyang’s thoughtful preparation of boats, allowing the warriors to cross the river smoothly for battle.

Where did these boats come from? They secretly wondered, but looking at Shi Feiyang standing majestically at the prow like a Celestial God, they dared not ask him.

Shi Feiyang stood at the ship’s bow, his posture tall and clothes fluttering, like a War God descending upon the world, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

His presence seemed to give everyone a reassurance, making them believe that as long as they followed him, victory was certain.

The group sped towards Weishan, the ship’s speed swift, the shore’s scenery flashing by like a slideshow, overwhelming the senses.

As they approached Weishan, the battlefield’s atmosphere grew increasingly intense.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder, mixed with a heavy metallic scent, suffocatingly overwhelming.

Looking around, the land was scorched by the flames of war, once lush grasslands now charred, scattered with broken weapons, shattered flags, and severed limbs, all painfully striking.

In the distance, several villages had turned into ruins, the house debris swaying precariously in the wind, emitting wisps of smoke, silently condemning the brutality and callousness of war. Occasionally, hundreds of bodies lay along the roadside, their features twisted, eyes filled with fear and unwillingness, their dried blood long since congealed into dark red patches on the ground, painful to look at.