Chapter 72

Thinking of relying on the advantage of numbers, dreaming!

Lin Sha sneered inwardly and coldly snorted. With a flick, a push, and a pull of the white wax rod in his hand, he instantly knocked away three different Miao knives coming from different directions and angles. Then, with a light shake of his wrist, the sharp spearhead transformed into three beautiful pear blossoms, the cold gleam of the spearhead passing through the throats of the three rebel soldiers.

Then, without turning his head, he raised his spear and charged towards another direction, leaving behind the three rebel soldiers' bodies, their faces filled with shock, crashing to the ground.

This battle lasted half a day, ending with the complete annihilation of the rebel forces.

After clearing the battlefield and tallying the losses, the number of casualties—about fifty—made Lin Sha's heart bleed.

Damn, the losses were too heavy. This was still a battle where they had the advantage of numbers and the element of surprise. If it were a direct confrontation, the casualties would be even more severe, and his men might not withstand the immense pressure and collapse directly!

Just now, if it weren't for his leading the charge, his spear being almost invincible, and his incredible bravery that boosted the morale of his men, they might have done something they would regret under the shock of heavy casualties. He had seen many soldiers from the main camp hesitating and showing signs of reluctance.

If it weren't for the victory and the need to avoid settling accounts after the battle, and considering the significant losses, he would have wanted to pull out each of these men one by one, execute those who deserved it, and flog those who deserved it, to make them understand the rules of the military!

...

Three days later, another ambush where they had the advantage of numbers.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Lin Sha, covered in blood, led the charge. As the top warrior among the two camps of Yunnan troops, if he didn't set an example, his men might find it hard to fight to the death without any distractions.

This time, his men didn't assume that numbers would guarantee victory. Instead, they formed small military formations according to their daily training, using the power of the team to make up for individual weaknesses.

The effect was very noticeable. At least, when they fought the frenzied rebel soldiers, they didn't panic or feel helpless as they did the first time. With the support of their comrades, the casualties were significantly reduced, and the results were better.

Only the personal guards around Lin Sha had the hardest time. They had to keep up with Lin Sha's lead, and from the start of the battle, they were surrounded by the rebels. After a short but fierce fight, more than half of them were casualties, their battle robes stained with blood. Of course, their achievements were also very impressive, with more rebel soldiers falling around them than not!

This time, Lin Sha was in a tough battle, facing a Miao knife expert among the rebels.

His long spear was still agile and sharp, but in the dense forest, it wasn't very convenient. Every thrust required full concentration, and the sharp spearhead could easily get stuck in the surrounding trees, which could be fatal in such a dangerous situation.

The long spear in his hand became even more flexible, like a flurry of pear blossoms with cold gleam everywhere, or like a dragon or snake moving unpredictably. Whether attacking east or west, it was all smooth and effortless. The spear shaft twisted and turned like a flexible snake, and the sharp spearhead drew strange arcs with cold gleam, making it almost impossible to defend.

The rebel warrior he faced wielded a Miao knife with vicious and unpredictable moves, his body agile and flexible like an ape. Moving swiftly in the uneven and rugged terrain, he could easily use strange moves to get close and attack vital points.

The short Miao knife gleamed with cold light, changing constantly, each move targeting vital points on Lin Sha's body, often forcing him into a panic.

When the enemy got close, the white wax rod long spear wasn't as effective.

Fortunately, he was prepared this time. Holding the spear in one hand, he drew the iron rod from his back and used a seventeen-move spear and rod combination, which was fierce and overwhelming. The surrounding trees and branches suffered, being swept away by Lin Sha's iron rod, flying everywhere. The clash of the knife and rod sent the rebel warrior reeling back a couple of meters!

Whoosh!

Lin Sha seized the opportunity, his wrist flicking, the long spear dancing like a snake, the spear shaft bending into a crescent arc, and the sharp spearhead reaching the rebel warrior's face in an instant.

Ding!

The rebel warrior had no time to react. The sharp spear tip, accompanied by a whistling sound, grazed his cheek. Instinctively, he raised his knife to block, and a sharp sound rang in his ears. A powerful force came from the knife, and before he could react, the spear tip suddenly changed direction, lightly biting his wrist.

The pain in his wrist and the force from the knife made the rebel warrior lose his grip, and the Miao knife flew into the air. He staggered back, as if hit by a heavy blow.

Whoosh!

Lin Sha wouldn't give him a chance to recover. With a flick of his wrist, the sharp spear tip lunged again, piercing the rebel warrior's right shoulder with a "pu" sound, causing blood to spurt and flesh to tear in a terrifying manner.

Humph!

Despite the severe injury, the rebel warrior only grunted, his face turning pale. With a fierce look, he pulled out a curved dagger from somewhere and, without hesitation, stabbed at Lin Sha's chest.

Bang!

Without time to block with the spear, Lin Sha, with a fierce look, thrust the short rod like a spear, hitting the rebel warrior's head first. At the same time, he felt a cool, sharp pain in his chest, as the curved dagger cut a long, bloody gash.

Damn, he's a madman!

Lin Sha, with a lingering fear, flicked his wrist, pulling out a large piece of flesh with the spear. The iron rod struck again, shattering the already dead rebel warrior's head!

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Sir, how are you? Quickly bandage the wound to stop the bleeding!"

"Sir, we'll protect you and break through!"

"..."

Seeing Lin Sha wounded, the surrounding personal guards rushed forward, forcing back the surrounding rebel soldiers and quickly surrounding Lin Sha, their faces filled with urgency, each offering their own suggestions.

"I'm fine, just a minor injury!"

Lin Sha smiled and waved his hand. The muscles in his chest contracted, and the blood flow visibly slowed. He raised his long spear and shouted, leading his personal guards in a charge, fighting fiercely.

After a tough battle, Lin Sha's Yunnan troops eliminated nearly a hundred rebel soldiers, with their own casualties reduced to less than thirty, a significant improvement.

Unfortunately, the commander, Lin Sha, was wounded. Although he promptly treated his wound, he still lost a lot of blood in the subsequent battles. By the time they returned to the nearby temporary camp, his face was pale. He ordered a temporary rest until his wound healed before continuing the fight.

The two camps of soldiers cheered, as they were indeed exhausted and needed a good rest.

In half a month, they had fought two battles, covering nearly a hundred miles of mountain roads, with the toll being significant. Especially during the battles, they had to be fully focused, leaving no room for error. The mental fatigue after two consecutive battles was even more severe...

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