Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 386 - 378: The General’s Valor

A quarter of an hour later, there were only fifty or sixty cavalry attacking him. He was knocked off his horse again.

Losing his only advantage made his situation even more difficult.

Commander Liu’s eyes were red, his mouth full of blood, and he rushed to the outer circle with about a dozen men, sorrowfully saying: "General, we’ll cover your breakout, don’t worry about us any longer."

Saying this, he charged toward the cavalry.

"Do not come over, find a way to break out on your own."

Despite the long knife in his hand tracing remnants of shadows, and the bodies piling beneath him, the enemy seemed endless—one killed would instantly be replaced, leaving him with no openings in sight.

One hour had passed since the battle started, and there were still seven to eight hundred grassland soldiers, while their numbers dwindled.

His trembling arms could no longer deliver fatal blows with the swung long knife.

He knew he was reaching his limit.

Wherever his gaze landed, soldiers were fighting, each drenched in blood.

Seeing the youthful faces fallen on the snowy ground, he recalled how lively and vibrant they once were, always filled with questions for him, with boundless energy to enliven the monotony of life.

No matter how tough or exhausting the training, they always gritted their teeth to complete it, just to stay in the army so their families could receive that meager stipend.

Some young men in their early twenties, likely the only child at home, unmarried and childless, leaving no descendants for their parents. There were also several veteran soldiers, following him for years with elderly parents and young children; they were the sole pillars of their families.

Now all buried here.

Watching Commander Liu, who had just tried to persuade him, get stabbed in the abdomen by the enemy, blood gushing out of his mouth, he muttered, "Brothers, I’ll go ahead, to explore, explore the way."

In his dying moments, he fell backward to the ground, a final clarity illuminating his vision.

Through the snowflakes, he gazed into the infinite sky, as if his fallen brothers were waving at him.

He smiled, his lips moved silently, seemingly saying: Brothers...wait for me.

The hand he reached out hadn’t even lifted before it dropped down.

Seeing Commander Liu, usually gentle and friendly, die in battle made the remaining soldiers draw deep breaths.

Their eyes bloodshot, they became even more frenzied, needing no words of sorrow, only actions to replace their anger.

Every warrior faced death with determination, eyes filled with tenacity and flames of faith dancing—never surrendering flames gathering, forming a massive killing intent.

"We are always Tianqi’s soldiers, fighting to protect our land, fighting to protect our homeland."

Du Tunchang shouted loudly, having no time for sorrow over his friend’s sacrifice as he immediately charged at a foe.

"Kill, kill hard, kill one more to gain one more."

At this moment, the battle reached a passionate state, though most were dead or injured, those alive bore wounds and blood but remained spirited.

Each had placed life and death aside; pain and mutilation couldn’t stop them from fighting; those who could still breathe gritted their teeth, battling to the end.

Experiencing it firsthand was the only way to feel this impact—they clashed repeatedly, coughing blood each time, their fearless spirit moving even the system.

"Host, hurry! The battle over there is truly fierce."

Upon hearing the system’s reminder, Cheng Xiaoxiao squeezed the horse’s sides tightly, whipping the reins, "Go!"

A steed dashed past the ranks, galloping forward, kicking up dust.

"Xiao, come back!" Vice General Lin shouted harshly at Cheng Xiaoxiao’s retreating figure.

"It’s too late!"

The anxious voice of the young girl drifted from afar.

Vice General Lin’s heart sank; he immediately ordered, "Accelerate forward."

Everyone quickened their pace, sprinting on the clay soil.

Cheng Duhu watched one soldier after another fall, the redness in his eyes nearly becoming tangible, he muttered: I want revenge for my fallen brothers, these bastards and sons of bitches.

For the first time, the well-mannered him cursed harshly without restraint.

Anger and sorrow intertwined in his heart, forcibly mobilizing his cultivation technique, overextending his inner strength, burning his essence blood; his numb motions sped up slightly.

His eyes blood-red from slaughter, the pressure mounting yet he did not cease, his wounds growing fiendishly, but he had no time to care.

Relying solely on instinct, he engaged in mechanical battle, repeatedly wielding his blade, the movements etched into his bones, imprinted on his soul, needing no thought, slicing through the air with sharp winds, more and more dying under his blade.

The leader of the Qianglian Clan, seeing that even now he could kill so many cavalry, fiercely bit down a silver tooth.

Using imperfect Tianqi language, he attempted persuasion, "General Cheng, I admire you as a man of valor; if you’re willing to join our Qianglian Tribe, I can spare your life."

Cheng Duhu sneered coldly, spitting out just two words, "Dream on!"

"Don’t be so quick to refuse. Someone as outstanding as General Cheng should have a broader horizon. If you’re willing to submit, my Khan would grant you nobility, countless beauties, inexhaustible gold and silver. Why hold onto these peasants, sacrificing your life for them?"

"Shut up, don’t insult the people under my rule." Cheng Duhu fiercely chopped down the enemy leader’s head.

"Hmph! Unappreciative!" The Qianglian leader hadn’t truly intended to persuade him, instead seeking to disrupt his mind, creating an opening.

Unexpectedly, it made him even more ruthless.

As the distance narrowed, the battlefield came into sight from afar.

Outside a dense forest, the sounds of battle drew nearer.

"Host, it seems our rescue came too late, fewer than a hundred comrades remain alive."

The system felt somewhat sad, seeing the bloody scene with only their own compatriots’ blood remaining, couldn’t help but feel the heaviness akin to shared fate in tragedy.

"Even if there’s just one left, we must save them."

The sound of hooves from the direction of the town alerted the Qianglian people.

Turning their heads in surprise.

Although the horses clearly resembled those of the grassland tribe, the arrivals weren’t their people, raising a foreboding feeling.

Nearly ninety people remaining, exhausted, couldn’t help but glance up.

All held their breath until figures became clear, the soldiers, fueled as if injected with adrenaline, shouted loudly, "Reinforcements are here, our reinforcements have arrived, brothers, hold on."

Providing infinite hope to those in absolute despair.

Cheng Xiaoxiao charged straight into the battlefield.

Instantly, the battle reignited.

The grassland leader noticed the incoming group was only half their number, not taking them seriously, ordered two teams of cavalry to slaughter them.

Daring to seize their horses, kill their men, they should prepare for getting killed.

Though he didn’t know what upheaval occurred in the town, it didn’t change his determination to flatten the entire Qiaozhen today.