Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 385 - 377: Killing Intent Shakes the Heavens

The cold wind whistled, and fine snow drifted through the air.

Everywhere was blood red, heroic songs filled the air.

The soldiers were fighting with bloodshot eyes.

"Come on! You bunch of bastards, your grandfather I..." The soldier spitting blood while swinging his sword, his words unfinished, was ultimately pierced through the back.

The Grassland Soldiers in front, seemingly unconvinced by his intimidation, also slashed him several times from the front.

His entire body was like a rag doll, shattered on the ground.

That bloody and beautiful scene lingered in one’s mind for a long time.

One by one, the lives full of hot blood were thus ended.

There were many more such examples, synchronously being broadcasted on the battlefield.

The tragic intensity was unimaginable, and those still alive could not help but shed tears, crying out in pain.

"General, let us cover your escape! With your skills, you are sure to break out."

When only a hundred were left, Vice General Luo suggested with grief, seeing his soldiers die one by one, his eyes were bloodshot, full of resentment.

"No, I will not leave you behind. Even in death, I will not retreat." Cheng Duhu replied with a choked voice.

These were all his soldiers, the sorrow in his heart no less than any other, his mind filled only with slaughter and hate, only the enemy’s blood could soothe it.

"But General, Qiao Town needs you, the people of Qiao Town need you even more. If you fail to return, the civilians who escaped, the remaining soldiers, will just scatter like sand."

"No need to say more, I will not go back."

He could not leave his brothers behind to live alone, otherwise he would be haunted by conscience, suffering daily memories, what meaning would there be in living like that.

As for Qiao Town, considering the current situation, even if he rushed back, it would probably be too late, the biggest possibility being that upon his return, Qiao Town was nothing but ruins, deprived of human life.

Or perhaps the cavalry had not retreated, with his strength alone, how many could he save? At most, delaying the speed of death, what difference was it to die sooner or later? Better to die with his soldiers in battle.

The people of Qiao Town, please forgive him for being selfish this time.

Not able to bring back the backbone safely, how could he face returning, and how would he explain...!

Under his command, none of the soldiers were cowards. They were loyal and fearless of death; he was gratified, but now they had no chance to drink together and imagine the future.

Those who failed to persuade the General felt a mix of loss and relief; the General was willing to live and die with them. How many such brave and fearless generals are there in the world? They should be happy, secretly pleased, how lucky they were to meet such a good general, in the next life they vowed to be his soldiers again.

The soldiers’ silent vows lasted but a moment.

Now everyone focused their energies on the present. Since the General was unwilling to leave, then they would take more people with them, allowing the General to witness, how could they miss this last military merit before death.

Their hope of returning alive was almost zero; they had been prepared for sacrifice ever since donning their armor. At worst, in eighteen years, they would be heroes again.

Watching the enemy drawing closer in the ever-shrinking circle, fear, panic, unease intensified in their hearts, yet their resolve and decisiveness became more unshakable.

The next round of fierce attacks began.

"Kill!"

"Brothers, follow me and kill." Vice General Luo shouted, charging at a person ahead of others.

"Kill these bastards."

Amidst the deafening roars, the warriors charged bravely forward, holding their big knives high.

The previous tragic scenes replayed; when a soldier stabbed into an enemy’s long sword without pulling out, the curved saber behind had already pierced his heart.

On-site, limbs and remnants scattered, blood flew everywhere, the glaring red stained the white snow, screams and roars continuously rang out.

Suddenly burst snowflakes filled the air, mixed with the metallic scent of blood.

The remaining soldiers were mostly seasoned veterans, having fought countless battles, time and again narrowly escaping death, all capable of fighting off multiple foes. Though only a hundred remained, the enemy couldn’t easily take them down for the time being?

Dust, smoke, blood, spread from the blade in their hands, even though their skin peeled, even though their flesh was blurred with blood, it couldn’t stop their swing of the blade.

This tough batch of Han people, truly detestable.

Their fierceness was no less than that of the Grassland Warriors, making the Grassland Leader furious.

He never knew the will of the Han people could be this strong, watching them fight desperately, burning the last drop of their life blood, finally smiling faintly, collapsing in the cold snow.

This was an enormous insult to him.

Having lost so many but still not taken the opponent, he realized he was too careless.

The effectiveness of the desperate counterattack made the Qianglian Tribe Leader regain some awareness, though few in number, their fighting power was high and reckless, continuing like this would be exhausting without benefit.

Thus, he dispatched a hundred elite to siege Cheng Duhu. As long as this one person died, the remaining wouldn’t pose a threat.

Ah!

Vice General Luo let out a terrible cry.

Unable to respond in time during the confrontation, his left arm was severed at the root by an enemy’s curved saber, instantly gushing blood.

Vice General Luo screamed in pain but didn’t attend to the wound, glared fiercely with bloodshot eyes, the long sword flipped, directly stabbing into a horse’s belly, the horse neighed painfully, stumbled to its knees, throwing the man heavily to the ground.

With the remaining strength, Vice General Luo abandoned the long sword still stuck in the horse’s belly, drew a dagger from his waist, and fiercely slit the enemy’s neck.

The man’s eyes widened, never expecting in death that he would be taken down by the man before him.

Seeing disbelief in the enemy’s eyes, a look of dying with regrets, Vice General Luo gave him a kick, staggering back two steps himself.

"Not reconciled? Then hold it, when we’re in the Underworld, I’ll keep killing."

The exhilarating feeling, weakened the pain by a few degrees, the scene before began to blur, duplicating, the world spun around. Shaking his useless head, he glimpsed a tall figure at the corner of his eye, seemingly a Grassland Soldier.

Kill him.

Kill him.

In a daze, only these three words were left in his mind, repeating, driving him to raise his weapon again.

At the same time, Cheng Duhu was besieged by cavalry, his situation precarious.

These elite cavalry had excellent skills, hard to break through their lines with such coordination, if he was still at his peak combat strength, it wouldn’t be an issue, but now his Inner Strength was depleted, relying only on his cunning Sword Skill and nimbleness to avoid attack after attack.

Even if he had three heads and six arms, he couldn’t completely fend off all attacks, wounds on his body kept increasing.

When his strength was exhausted, it would be time to return to his homeland, but he was unwilling.

Dodging waves of arrows, curved sabers, long whips, he finally found someone’s flaw. The person’s arm was injured, Cheng Duhu grabbed the incoming whip, ignoring the burning pain in his palm, pulled hard and the person was dragged off the horse.

Seizing the chance, Cheng Duhu leaped up, stepping on the man’s shoulder to climb onto the horse, engaging in battle with the cavalry.