Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 647: Chapter 190: Kill the Thief! _2

The Deputy General, also bearing wounds, gathered at the command tent.

Seeing the Main General like this, the looks of shock and anger on their faces gradually faded.

Only the young officer remained visibly upset.

The Main General looked around and spoke calmly: “Gentlemen, if we choose to resist stubbornly, it will inevitably deplete the strength of our main force.”

“This is exactly the enemy’s treacherous plan!”

“If we proceed like that, we fall right into their trap.”

“So, I deliberately failed to form the array, letting the Iron Stream Flat Country overwhelm us, which is currently the best decision for our situation in battle!”

“Marshal Du Tiechuan… Although I dislike it, we as soldiers of Liangzhu Country must see the situation clearly.”

“The enemy uses cunning and vicious tactics, if our main army exhausts its strength against them, the outcome of this battle is still uncertain.”

“But if we act this way, it will certainly turn the New Army into a force of mournful soldiers, their morale bursting at the seams!”

“Gentlemen! You must clearly recognize that it is the enemy who ensnares us, not our own. Only by doing this, we carry out the most correct form of revenge, and it is the scenario the enemy least wants to see.”

“Cough cough cough.”

As he spoke, the Main General bowed his head, coughing up blood continuously.

Some Deputy Generals had solemn faces, some were furiously enraged, and some were bitterly gnashing their teeth, but none rebutted.

Even the young officer was the same.

“Damn it! To let the enemy calculate us like this.”

“Even if I become a ghost, I won’t let go of the person who devised this poisonous scheme.”

“The lord is absolutely right, although it’s hard to accept, it’s the only thing we can do.”

“Cough cough cough.” Some people followed by spewing blood, forcing a painful laugh, “What choice do we have? Even if we wanted to resist stubbornly, with such injuries, we have no hope left.”

“My lord, I despise you, but I also respect you.”

“Sacrificing oneself for one’s country like this, our clan will likely be rewarded and supported by the Monarch. Let it be, then!”

The Deputy Generals were either convinced or forced to acknowledge, voluntarily giving up the struggle.

One by one, they left, returning to their stations, appeasing the soldiers, dismissing all defensive magic arrays.

Only the young officer stayed behind.

He walked over to the Main General, squatted down to try to help him up.

He was unsuccessful.

The Main General’s injuries were too severe, so much so that even a slightly larger movement could cut off his last breath.

Therefore, the young officer eventually just knelt on the ground, cradling the upper body of the Main General.

The young officer clenched his teeth, but couldn’t stop the tears streaming down his cheeks, dripping onto the Main General’s blood-stained armor.

The Main General’s eyes had already dimmed, entering the countdown of his life.

He barely recognized the appearance of the young officer: “Sorry to have your first battle end like this.”

The young officer, originally sobbing, suddenly laughed: “Dad, I have trained bitterly for decades, longing and fantasizing about my first battle countless times.”

The Main General also laughed: “You brat, in the army, you should call me ‘sir’…”

His voice grew quieter and then abruptly ceased.

The expression of the young officer suddenly stiffened, tears streaming down, but his lips parted in a bright smile: “Dad, rest assured. Even if we all perish, I still have a son, you still have a grandson. Our Wu family will surely flourish!”

He carefully laid down the body of his father on the ground.

Then, he stood up, donned his helmet, lifted the tent flap high, and walked out of the Main General’s tent with his head held high.

He ordered the gates to be thrown open, stood atop the gatehouse, fully armed, and shouted: “Soldiers, join me in shouting—Kill the foe!”

The Vanguard Army, under the leadership of the generals, had already grasped the situation, and were solemn.

Hearing the young officer’s shout, many were moved to passion, their voices raised, and many had tears in their eyes, crying aloud.

“Kill the foe!”

“Kill the foe!!”

“Kill the foe!!!”

They abandoned all defenses, dressed in full armor, only for the sake of dignity before death.

Their cries of exertion resounded through heaven and earth, shaking the clouds above.

In this moment, it seemed even louder and more heart-stirring than the roaring thunder of the Iron Stream Flat Country sweeping through.

“The Vanguard Army, they…”

Countless soldiers in the Heavy Armor Main Army, with tears in their eyes, were emotionally shaken, unable to calm their choking voices.

Du Tiechuan took a deep breath, for the first time using an impassioned tone, he roared: “Advance!”

Boom, boom, boom…

The Iron Stream Flat Country in an instant overwhelmed the Vanguard Army’s camp, grinding everything into dust.

The Vanguard soldiers stood proudly in place, motionless, facing the arrival of death with unparalleled courage.

Shouts of “Kill the enemy!” continued until the moment they lost their lives.

This was a solemn entrustment, a hope, and a heavy responsibility, weighing on the shoulders of the heavily armored soldiers like a mountain.

The morale of the Heavy Armor Main Army was ferocious!

“Kill the enemy!”

“Kill the enemy!!”

“Kill the enemy!!!”

They ran and shouted at the same time.

The shouts to kill the enemy did not die with the destruction of the Vanguard Army, but were naturally passed on to the Heavy Armor Main Army.

No one wavered anymore.

Everyone was filled with roars.

Ning Zhuo was in their midst; even as a foreigner, he was deeply shocked by the scene before him.

He was strongly influenced and, at this moment, selflessly threw himself into the fray, becoming one of the countless shouting soldiers.

As he fully immersed himself, his understanding of the Iron Flow Plain Soldiers Military Art broke through previous limits and reached its peak.

He not only felt the emotions of his comrades around him but even sensed the thoughts of dozens of people nearby.

“The enemy is too sinister. We must find the mastermind and crush him to dust.”

“Kill, kill the enemy! This time we must kill twice as many, to avenge the Vanguard Army!”

“We won’t stop until the blood covers the mountains!!”

United as one, their military power surged.

The Heavy Armor Main Army charged towards Dragon King Giant Wood Mountain with a ferocious and terrifying momentum.

“Such iron-blooded valor… magnificent.” Even Shen Qinghe, a frail woman, couldn’t help but be moved by this scene.

Zhu Xuanji’s eyes sparkled, and he sighed deeply: “Though Liangzhu Country is small, its soldiers are devoted to their duty and should not be underestimated.”

Looking at the alliance of Thousand Peak Forest, the faces of all cultivators were solemn.

Lu Hongtu no longer had his earlier grace; his face was ashen, feeling like a fool before the proactive sacrifice of the Vanguard Army.

Lord Long’s face was filled with worry, and his eyes betrayed a fear.

He watched Dragon King Giant Wood Mountain with extreme anxiety, screaming in his heart: “No, we absolutely must not let the enemy topple Dragon King Mountain!!”

However, powerful as he was, he dared not confront their sharp edge, well aware that trying to stop such an iron flood with just one person’s power was a fool’s dream.

Lord Long was powerless, and the other cultivators had no solution.

The terrain shook violently.

Countless ginseng whiskers, like massive dragons and giant pythons, burst from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, they transformed the battlefield into a completely different scene.

The brown-red ginseng whiskers covered the mountains, blotting out the sun, and numbering in the thousands, they charged towards the iron flood.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ginseng whiskers smashed into the iron flood, splashing up numerous heavy, dark waves.

The iron flood continued to surge forward.

Each ginseng whisker sustained for at least a dozen or more breaths before disintegrating.

Countless massive ginseng whiskers attacked from the front, sides, and even from behind the flood, striking, blocking, and dividing the Heavy Armor Main Army from all directions.

A brutal melee ensued before the eyes of many cultivators.

The iron flood faced real containment for the first time, and its speed dropped drastically.

Only the Ginseng Whisker Dragon King, a true Transforming Spirit Level force, could achieve such a feat!

And to contain this iron flood, the ginseng whiskers also suffered heavy casualties. But no matter the sacrifice, new ginseng whiskers continuously emerged, one after another.

“Kill the enemy!”

“Kill the enemy!!”

“Kill the enemy!!!”

The Heavy Armor Main Army still roared in unison, disregarding the sacrifice of their comrades under the attack of the ginseng whiskers, fully implementing the military order, following Du Tiechuan in charging forward.

Boom!

They broke through layers of encirclement and crashed head-on into Dragon King Giant Wood Mountain.

Countless Defensive Magic Arrays, spells, and talismans on the mountain shined with a brilliant light.

They held for less than ten breaths before the mountain shook violently and then slowly toppled over, crashing heavily to the ground.

Rumbling…

The terrain shook violently, and thick smoke billowed.

Dragon King Giant Wood Mountain had fallen!