Chapter 70

The sound of splashing water mixed with blood, as it poured down the dilapidated roof tiles, making the ground even more slippery.

Have the enemies already climbed above us? I looked up at the ceiling, and with the expanding leaks and the sound of pain, the last trap set up there also came to an end.

I raised my hand and calmly pulled the face that was stuck in the roof tiles. The convulsing body hung down, and the third kill was in my hands.

I've seen all kinds of blood, and killing has become a conditioned reflex, especially when, in most cases, I just need to thrust the spear or sword without hesitation at the sounds and shadows outside the breach.

Mrs. Chen's lips were pale, and her two young clansmen were already injured to varying degrees. The old servant, whom I couldn't command very well, still looked vigorous, but the split wounds on his knuckles showed that he wasn't having it easy either.

Suddenly, the wall showed a web-like pattern, then large cracks appeared, and a cold wind and a breach appeared before us, continuously expanding and revealing a wooden stake-like object.

They must have found something to ram the wall with, and how they managed to carry it up the slippery stairs together, but with the new breach, I knew we were in big trouble.

But I stopped the reserve team from rushing forward to block the breach, as several arrows shot from outside passed by us like ghosts.

After a moment of silence, several figures suddenly rushed out from the breach, and I triggered the trap on the beam.

A large amount of rubble and dust poured down from above where they rushed out, instantly enveloping these villains in choking dust, and the sounds of coughing and heads being smashed and bleeding were heard one after another.

This also made them lose their direction, and they crowded and collided with each other.

"Kill!" The five of us roared, thrusting several long spears with both hands, easily stabbing and poking the figures that surged out of the narrow breach, causing a series of screams.

Then they quickly discarded the spears stuck in their bodies and engaged in close combat.

Cui Tuzi, wielding a meat hook, immediately knocked one down and slashed the exposed neck with his other hand, killing him on the spot. Qian Shuining swung an iron-clad stick and smashed a thief's head, splattering red and white on the wall. Yan Jiuer kicked and chopped, coordinating well with the upper, middle, and lower attacks.

Zhang Daniu, waving several burning logs, threw them at their heads, scalding them and causing a series of screams.

The remaining people took the opportunity to push the table back into the breach, and after stabbing a few figures trying to obstruct them, the enemy, seemingly lacking manpower, abandoned this breach.

After about two hours, our defenses were even more strained, as the heavily damaged enemy became more ruthless, concentrating all their strength on the main gate and attacking almost at any cost.

With the continuous pounding, even Han Liangchen had to jump down from the support, and the battered gate finally shattered, and the breach widened. Homemade shields pushed against the weapons inside, and they squeezed in fiercely, shouting and cheering, forcing us back step by step, to about twenty steps inside the gate.

When they were halfway through their jubilant charge, Yin Xiaoyan and Bao Tou Dun, who had climbed onto the beam, started throwing their secret weapons diagonally downward.

Large bags of ash were thrown, scattering when hit, instantly blinding eyes and dirtying mouths and noses, and the determined and fearless spirit was broken.

Then, with my gesture, another large trap was activated.

Losing its support, a huge broken stele fell from the side of the gate, along with a large amount of piled wood, cutting the surging crowd in half. In a short, muffled scream, large amounts of blood gushed out from the legs of the seven or eight people under the rubble, a rather gruesome scene.

Taking advantage of this moment, the enemy was temporarily divided into two segments, and we inside burst out with the last bit of strength and spirit, cutting and overturning them. Even the severely injured, by kicking and pulling, tripped them to the ground, creating opportunities for their companions to kill.

But as a result, three more people died from the pulling and the uncontrollable bleeding.

The enemies outside also went berserk, like a pack of wolves at the brink of despair, throwing in their last bit of manpower in a desperate attempt.

Almost using their comrades' chests to push through the weapons, even if they were chopped to pieces, they still moved forward two steps. Thus, we, the tired, old, and injured, could no longer hold them back.

In just a moment,

We had lost control of most of the space in the shrine and had to abandon the bodies and injured companions, retreating to the smaller space behind the altar, using the enemy's reorganization to catch our breath.

And this opportunity was created by the former Yizong Bo Fu, who was surrounded and stabbed many times, bleeding like a sieve, laughing wildly as he knocked down several enemies, but never got up again.

The last old servant who blocked the enemy also paid a heavy price, with his left hand cut off, his body covered in wounds, only three fingers left on his right hand, and a half-axe embedded in his back, which would probably cause him to fall if pulled out.

As the commander, I was so numb in both arms that I could barely hold my weapon, and my legs were so weak that I could barely stand, leaning against the wall for support.

That was because I had put on the armor of a severely injured attendant and was in the center of protection, so I only had some minor cuts and bruises that quickly stopped bleeding and clotted.

Han Liangchen, the most powerful remaining warrior, had already changed weapons seven or eight times, and his only intact arm was trembling from overuse.

Cui Tuzi was covered in blood, standing but unconscious; Qian Shuining, covered in wounds, was dragged in and fell to the ground, only breathing out; Yan Jiuer, with the fewest injuries, was also at the end of his strength, only able to stand by leaning on others.

Zhang Daniu was dead, crying and hiding in the corner, but still couldn't escape the fate of being killed. However, before he died, he scalded a large number of enemies with the boiling contents of a pot.

Yin Xiaoyan was not among us; we had no time to take care of him after the battle started.

The attendants in front of us were down to three, their wounds still bleeding, but they stood still, serving as the last thin barrier.

Bao Tou Dun, with a blood-stained face, had taken out the short blade I gave her and looked at me with determination.

"It seems we won't get to the day when I can raise you and eat you."

I touched her head apologetically and whispered.

"I'm really sorry."

Mrs. Chen, pale as death, also held a short sword that had already killed several people, her voice hoarse.

"Bringing you to such a situation..."

"Can I ask you one last thing..."

She looked at me with a pleading expression.

"Don't let me fall into the hands of those bandits alive..."

"I understand."

I nodded firmly.

"I will buy you time."

But I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. The so-called穿越者光环 (穿越者光环 means "穿越者" (chuanchuezhe) which translates to "穿越" (chuanchue) meaning "to cross over" or "to travel through" and "者" (zhe) meaning "one who" or "person," and "光环" (guanghuan) meaning "halo" or "aura." In this context, it refers to the "穿越者" (chuanchuezhe) or "穿越者光环" (chuanchuezhe guanghuan) which is a term used in Chinese literature and media to describe the special or lucky status of a person who has traveled through time or to a different world, often with special abilities or knowledge that gives them an advantage. In this context, it means "穿越者光环" (chuanchuezhe guanghuan) or "穿越者" (chuanchuezhe) "aura" or "halo" of the time traveler or person who has crossed over) was not very useful.

The identity I obtained from this body, the knowledge and vision I was proud of, the ideas and ambitions I had for farming and building a harmonious harem army,

After struggling to create some insignificant ripples in this era, was I going to be so easily defeated in this nameless hill and dilapidated temple?

At this moment, I suddenly noticed a small movement out of the corner of my eye.

I saw the blood-stained Yin Xiaoyan slowly climb onto the beam, come to the heads of those people, and use a file to saw the joints of the bracket with all his might. It was a half-finished trap we didn't have time to set up.

Dust and wood chips fell, finally alarming those people, and both sides clashed again.

I shot the last arrow from my crossbow and was stabbed in the ribs. I no longer felt the burning pain, but a cold numbness and the sensation of strength draining from the wound.

Then I saw Yin Xiaoyan, with a relieved expression, as a bandit climbed behind him. They both trembled and then rolled down together.

I saw the beam, which had been loosened, lose its last support and fall diagonally, smashing a bandit's head and knocking over the altar in front of us, then rebounding and sweeping backward with a loud sound.

A series of muffled and painful thuds were heard, and at least a dozen people were swept away like bowling pins, from the first unfortunate one who was crushed into a fold to the last one whose leg was pinned and screamed loudly, all in a single breath.

The effect was so good that both we and the enemy were momentarily stunned.

Then came more violent shaking and the creaking of the overloaded structure, and large pieces of debris fell, covering everyone indiscriminately, causing screams to rise.

I only had time to shout "Get down" and cover Bao Tou Dun with my body.

Amid the deafening collapse, the shrine, with its beams and walls already damaged, finally collapsed, like a roaring wave, burying us under a cloud of rubble and dust.

The last thing I was aware of was that the sky had truly turned dark. Damn, it's a total annihilation. This is not scientific.

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