Chapter 307: Great Water Flooding the Sky

Some emotions came from the original body, or rather, from the same blood resonance, which he usually suppressed but still surged up when caught off guard. Hong Chenglue suppressed the surging blood in his chest and the true power rampaging in his body, slashed a few people in passing, and glanced at He Chunhua's location.

The figure of the corrupt official was drowned by the heavy crowd, making it impossible to see clearly.

Actually, there was no need to look; he had confidence in the power of that blade, at least having severed half of the corrupt official's neck.

He was too familiar with the feeling of a sharp blade cutting through the throat and breaking bone.

Just at this moment, there was a whistling sound above his head.

That huge golden-armored bronze man moved again, smashing a fist at his head, fast and fierce.

Hong Chenglue only avoided it with a rolling tumble; when he climbed up, he happened to meet He Lingchuan's eyes, seeing blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and his gaze cold and stern.

His head had been cut off by himself, so why could it still move?

This thing actually picked up its head from the ground, reattached it to its neck, and then continued to pursue Hong Chenglue.

No one else knew that this thing had four control hubs; the main hub was in the heart, and the other three auxiliary hubs were located in the skull and both knees. The golden-armored bronze man was shaped like a human, and opponents would usually attack the head and heart in the way of dealing with humans, but that was useless. It was an alloy cast body; as long as the four hubs weren't all broken, it could still move, at most not as agilely.

At the same time, the rock wolf didn't know where it had drilled out from, circling around and attacking Hong Chenglue's lower body from the rear.

Its figure was extremely agile, retreating after one strike failed, and choosing the opportunity to go up again.

Hong Chenglue swung his blade twice, only cutting off a few wolf hairs.

One wolf and one bronze man, one agile and one heavy, actually cooperated tacitly, plus the siege of the surrounding Yuan soldiers, Hong Chenglue fell into a bitter battle for a while.

Fortunately, the hundred or so Xunzhou cavalrymen behind him also rushed over at this time, greatly easing his pressure.

Hong Chenglue took the opportunity to look at the situation on the battlefield. Hmm, it was time.

Observing all directions was the instinct of a commander; while fighting He Lingchuan, he could still look after the overall situation of the battlefield.

At the moment, he picked up the long spear, jumped onto the horse, and headed west without looking back, with the Xunzhou cavalrymen fighting hard to clear the way for him.

Because he didn't belong to Nian Zanli's command, the troop's primordial power hadn't been stripped, and the members were all elites with strong combat power, actually killing a bloody path.

Hong Chenglue grabbed a horn and blew it.

The sound was like a night owl's cry magnified ten times, shrill and ear-piercing, which even soldiers whose eyes were red with killing could hear.

The Xunzhou army had originally run to the west, but upon hearing the horn, they ran even faster.

Zhao Pan, who had been chasing, also discovered that the opponent's supervisory team didn't kill routed soldiers at all, but instead ran faster than them...

Heading west! What was going on?

Hong Chenglue finished blowing the horn and roared with true power: "General Nian, release the water, right now!"

He used true power, and the sound wave pushed far away, echoing over the entire battlefield.

Water? Wu Shaoyi, who had just rushed to He Chunhua's side, suddenly looked up at the riverbank behind the main camp, unable to help but feel his hair stand on end.

The terrain there was two zhang higher than the main camp where everyone was.

A dozen figures emerged from behind the rocks, standing silently; the leader was none other than Nian Zanli, the Shepherd of Xunzhou, who hadn't shown his face from beginning to end during the entire battle! He wore the ordinary soldier's leather armor of the Yuan people; lowering his face was enough to blend into the troop.

Clearly, taking advantage of the chaos, he had sneaked here with his close followers.

Hearing Hong Chenglue's shout, he looked at the riverbank below, his face clearly showing hesitation.

There were still seven or eight boats of the Xunzhou army that hadn't landed, and many soldiers on the open ground of the slope were running west.

In the river and on the bank, there were at least two thousand three or four hundred people in total.

These were all his soldiers; he saw them every day, and he had even greeted many of them.

Even though he had always been decisive in killing, he felt unbearable at this moment.

Hong Chenglue could feel Nian Zanli's hesitation and shouted again: "Lord Nian, time waits for no one; if it doesn't succeed, it fails!"

This word "fail" gave Nian Zanli a shock.

That's right, they had already charged to the south bank and had no way back.

If this desperate battle didn't succeed, he, Nian Zanli, would lose all his capital! He no longer hesitated and recited the secret technique in his mouth.

Even Hong Chenglue had run away; Wu Shaoyi was terrified and had long sent people to rush toward Nian Zanli. And He Lingchuan saw Hong Chenglue blowing the horn while fleeing and immediately ordered: "Chase! Everyone chase Hong Chenglue!"

No matter what kind of bad water this fellow wanted to pour, following him closely was the right thing to do.

Shan Youjun immediately led the Xiazhou troops to chase Hong Chenglue.

Hong Chenglue ran toward the high ground, and arrows rained down from behind, shooting down several mobile cavalrymen.

Fu Xin was running diagonally behind him; seeing this, his eyes rolled, wanting to take the opportunity to take revenge.

Where did he know that Hong Chenglue seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, suddenly pointing at him: "Fu Xin, take people and stay to cover the retreat."

Fu Xin was shocked, then furious, unable to believe that he had been preempted by this bastard to take revenge, but this was a military order and could not be resisted. He could only slow down the horse's speed and take his people to cover the retreat. Fu Xin found a gap and escaped on other roads with injuries.

This side, He Lingchuan lowered his head to look at He Chunhua; although there were many soldiers surrounding him, no one dared to touch him. He just wanted to pry He Chunhua's palm away from his neck to check the wound, when he suddenly frowned—

He was shocked to find that there was no blood in He Chunhua's fingers.

He had witnessed the power of Hong Chenglue's blade with his own eyes; the old man's neck had been severed by at least half, which should have at least resulted in blood gushing like a spring.

However, there wasn't.

He didn't see a single drop of blood.

Instead, a personal guard not far away clutched his neck and fell to the ground with a thud, spitting red bubbles from his mouth, his neck blood spraying and splashing.

But this was a battlefield where neither swords nor arrows had eyes; people were injured every second, and everyone's attention was focused on He Chunhua, so even if someone noticed this unlucky soldier had died, they only thought he had been sneak-attacked by Xunzhou soldiers and didn't think much of it.

A point of white light suddenly emerged from the Hanhe River, soared into the sky with wings, and landed in Nian Zanli's hand.

It seemed to be a bottle.

Then, Nian Zanli turned the bottle mouth down and made a gesture of pouring water forward.

Two flying arrows shot over one after another, both knocked away by the personal guards beside him.

Immediately after, the bottle mouth poured out surging great water! Nian Zanli's terrain was originally higher than the Yuan soldiers, and at this moment, turning the Green Intent Bottle upside down and pouring it, the river water that had been absorbed for nearly half an hour rushed out eagerly.

When this bottle absorbed water, it could turn the Hanhe River into a slow current; then when pouring water, it could turn the high ground into a riverbed! The surging river water walked out with the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping, pouring down along the high ground. Nian Zanli's hands holding the bottle were trembling slightly, and he himself took two steps back, as if he couldn't hold the bottle.

Wu Shaoyi roared hoarsely: "Retreat, retreat west!"

Actually, there was no need for him to remind them; which living person didn't cherish their life? Seeing the sudden flood on land, the Yuan army shouted and used their strength to run west, wishing their parents hadn't given them two legs.

Seeing the flood moving on the ground, the rock wolf tucked its tail and scurried out, running faster than humans.

Even the personal guards beside He Chunhua fled in a panic. The master was dead, so they naturally had to fight for their own lives. As for He Chunhua's strange state, it was crowded with people in just a while; how many could see clearly? He Lingchuan pinched a formula, and the golden-armored bronze man turned back to the size of a doll and jumped into his pocket. He then scooped up He Chunhua, jumped onto the Qingbo horse, and ran toward the distance.

No one noticed that He Chunhua's eyelids moved twice.

The reason everyone still had the strength to escape was that the battle formation of the Yuan army's main camp had bought them precious time.

But this magic array, which even cannon fire couldn't disperse, was swaying and about to break under the impact of the surging flood. The pale green light shield representing the formation shook like a candle in the wind.

By the time the first wave of the flood truly arrived, the battle formation could no longer hold, shattering like a soap bubble.

There was no longer any barrier between the great water and the fleeing humans, and it swept over ruthlessly, and then, it was his turn!

The wave peak was three zhang high, slapping him in the face.

At this time, the Qingbo beast was still fourteen or fifteen zhang away from the safe high rock.

The distance that usually took two steps to reach now looked unreachable.

What to do? Can't get past.

He Chunhua had just regained his senses and was so scared he sat up: "Ah...?"

How did he fall into the river as soon as he opened his eyes? He Lingchuan had already suspected he wasn't dead, so he said immediately: "Father, stand steady!"

This father really had a means of saving his life.

He Lingchuan stuffed something into his waistband.

Stand steady?

He Chunhua, though scared stiff by the oncoming flood, didn't understand this sentence.

In the next second, He Lingchuan grabbed his shoulder and threw him toward the protruding high rock like a sandbag.

He had great strength and used all his true power; He Chunhua was riding the clouds and mist in mid-air, and when he looked back, he saw the giant wave slapping down, rolling his eldest son, horse and all, into it, never to be seen again.

"Chuan'er!" He Chunhua felt a great pain in his heart.

That was his son; no matter what, it was the child he had watched grow up and spent thousands of days and nights with!

Seeing him land in two zhang, a sharp cry suddenly came from above, and a strange bird pounced down from mid-air, grabbing him firmly with claws like hooks.

Dong Rui!

This fellow had disappeared after suffering a loss at He Lingchuan's hands last time; it turned out he was waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

His way of dealing with He Chunhua was also very simple: throw him back into the flood.

So the strange bird spun in mid-air, wanting to throw He Chunhua down. But he wasn't stupid either; he grabbed the strange bird's claw with one hand and grabbed the scabbard with the other to slap the bird's neck.

If he slapped in the right direction, the strange bird might have flown back to land.

Dong Rui wouldn't let him have his way and recited a short formula, wanting to cast a spell on him.

However, just at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of He Chunhua and under the strange bird's claws.

This person fell as soon as he appeared, but fortunately, he was quick-witted, grabbed He Chunhua's legs, and then further grabbed the strange bird's other claw.

His armor was covered in water, his face had mud, and his hair had branches.

But that face, He Chunhua was more than familiar with:

"Chuan'er!"

He was overjoyed.

The strange bird sank suddenly, Dong Rui leaned forward, and the spell he had prepared dissipated.

(End of Chapter) ===== CHAPTER 308 =====

The strange bird suddenly sank, Dong Rui leaned forward, and the spell he had been preparing dissipated.

(End of this chapter)