Chapter 308: Heaven Will Not Let You and Me Die

Although it flapped its wings frantically, it still tilted and fell toward the flood.

Dong Rui was scared out of his wits, but these three men and one bird were huddled together under the bird's belly, and he couldn't attack, so he could only shout helplessly: "Let go, you let go!"

Every time he encountered this father and son, why did he have such bad luck? Retribution!

He He Lingchuan's voice came from under the bird's belly, clear and distinct: "Return to land, or we all die!"

He had even used the life-saving stunt of "Li Dai Tao Jiang"; the thing he had stuffed into his father's belt just now was the Ghost Shadow Cicada Shell. If he fell into the flood again, he would only have a dead end.

Dong Rui didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, turned the strange bird's head toward the land, and ordered it to fly back.

However, it really couldn't bear the weight of three men, and as it got closer to the land, it flew lower and lower. He He Lingchuan felt a chill on his instep; the water surface submerged his ankles.

Looking around, there was a vast expanse of water; where were the high ground, the riverbank, and the army? There was only the surging flood.

He He Chunhua was shocked and subconsciously struggled upward; He He Lingchuan shouted: "Don't move!"

Unfortunately, it was too late; the strange bird was already exhausted and couldn't bear his shaking. With a loud "Gaga" cry, it helplessly fell into the water.

The violent water waves were not polite, rushing over to press them down.

Knowing how to swim was useless; He He Chunhua swallowed several mouthfuls of water, unable to see anything, and just as he was panicking, something seemed to graze his hand.

A drowning person subconsciously grabbed the life-saving straw.

It turned out to be a dwarf tree growing at the edge of the rocky ground, half of its branches washed by the flood, swaying frantically.

Fortunately, its root system was quite sturdy, and bearing one He He Chunhua didn't seem to be a problem.

One of his hands was still pulling his son's trouser leg.

Looking up again, Dong Rui was hugging the strange bird, and the strange bird's one claw was still hooked to He He Lingchuan; the three were entangled.

"Chuan'er, grab... grab me..." He He Chunhua wanted to say "grab my hand," but He He Lingchuan was impacted by the powerful water flow and couldn't even bend his waist.

The weight of three people and one bird, plus the huge impact of the water flow, all pressed onto He He Chunhua.

Even though he still had some cultivation, he couldn't hold on for two seconds before feeling his arms about to split, barely able to persist.

What was worse was that the dwarf tree also began to loosen.

He He Lingchuan raised his arm and shot a sleeve arrow at the tree trunk, intending to pull himself back along the rope.

Unexpectedly, a big wave hit, and the fierce force directly deflected the sleeve arrow.

"..." Could the luck be this bad? The trouble was that the hook and the sleeve arrow were one, and he couldn't fire a second shot! The Yuan people on the bank finally discovered the situation here, and Wu Wu Shaoyi strode over, shouting: "Rope, bring a rope!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Another wave hit, actually carrying a wild bull, and the massive bull body directly hit Dong Rui.

That force made his eyes go straight.

These wild bulls hadn't escaped the clutches of the flood either; no matter how good they were at swimming, they had to wait for death at this time.

With a "rip" sound, He He Lingchuan's trouser leg snapped.

The flood instantly rolled the two men and one bird, plus a bull, four or five zhang away, and He He Chunhua only had a piece of rag left in his hand.

"Chuan'er..." He He Chunhua couldn't believe it.

The Yuan people on the bank threw ropes and pulled the dwarf tree's branches upward, finally saving He He Chunhua.

At this time, a drift belt composed of endless tree branches, stones, and mud and sand rolled down from the upper reaches, sweeping over the position where He He Chunhua had just stayed.

That mighty momentum could only be described by an old saying:

Endless falling wood rustling down.

No one could survive such an indiscriminate attack; no one.

And just a few breaths later, He He Chunhua would have been dead too.

He stood on the bank, like a drowned chicken, his whole body dripping with water, but his heart was empty.

His son was gone.

And all around there were sharp whistles and shouts—

This battle was not over yet!

Wu Wu Shaoyi saw his face pale and his gaze dull, so he could only comfort him: "My Lord, mourn! We should retreat!"

Falling into such a flood, unless one was a Great Luo Golden Immortal, otherwise, no one could survive, right?

What kind of heaven-defying magic did Nian Nian Zanli, who brewed this "flooding the Yuan army" move, use?

However, Nian Nian Zanli himself had his own bitterness at this time:

This flood... it couldn't be stopped! Seeing that the Yuan army had all become like drowned rats, his goal had been achieved, and he wanted to seal the bottle and withdraw the water.

However, the secret method to close the bottle was pinched again and again, but there was no sign of the water stopping; it was still surging violently! And it was crazily absorbing his true power and spirit, greedy like a giant elephant that hadn't drunk water for three days.

"Damn it, hurry up and close, close, close!"

The bottle didn't listen to him.

Only then did he remember Hong Chenglue's warning at the beginning: although the Green Intent Bottle was only a high-imitation of the ancient Cloud-Water Treasure Bottle, its temper was great, not inferior to the original.

But Nian Nian Zanli thought the great temper meant being arrogant; this thing didn't treat him as an outsider when it came to sucking spirit and energy. If not for his long-term cultivation and thick true power, he would have been sucked into a light, floating human-dried-corpse by now.

However, only now did he understand Hong Chenglue's words: a mortal wanting to drive this bottle was fundamentally impossible to control! In a hurry, he had to point the Green Intent Bottle's mouth at the main channel of the Hanhe.

However, the Hanhe's water had already risen after a period of low tide, and now adding the great water in the Green Intent Bottle, it was a double-flood configuration, directly stacking the next two flood peaks higher.

Especially the first flood peak, the wave was a full four zhang (thirteen meters) high!

At this time, the south bank of the Hanhe was already flooded, and the flood had walked out a smooth path here, rushing south desperately when it arrived, not recognizing anyone, rolling away everything it could roll away.

Nian Nian Zanli watched as the earth bank was directly collapsed by the four-zhang-high flood peak, and the soldiers who had just escaped death and climbed up here, whether they were Xunzhou people or Yuan soldiers, were all rolled into the water at the same time.

There were countless black dots in the turbid great water.

Each black dot represented a living person struggling desperately.

Each black dot also represented a fleeting life.

Because between the surging waves, these black dots were pressed under the water...

And the flood was still continuously eroding the earth bank; the running speed of the living people on the bank was fundamentally not as fast as the collapsing speed of the riverbank! Nian Nian Zanli watched with a heart-broken feeling.

Those were all his soldiers; the army he had painstakingly built for so many years, the generals he had promoted, were all washed away by the great water at once.

But he still had to hold the bottle tightly, not daring to put it down.

He didn't know how many times he had recited the secret, but his mouth was numb, and the bottle suddenly stopped.

No more water came out.

Nian Nian Zanli stepped back tremblingly, his hands unable to be put down for a while.

He wanted to give an order, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

Anger attacking the heart.

The personal guards on the side rushed to support him: "General, General?!"

He seemed to hear Nian Nian Zanli muttering in his mouth: "Hong Chenglue, you bastard, you pitted me!"

After repeating this several times, Nian Nian Zanli gasped for breath and said: "Chase, chase the Yuan army; can't let Zhao Pan run."

Even if this wave was a win, he was a miserable win, actually a huge loss.

Since that was the case, at least the goal of crossing the river had to be achieved.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered Hong Chenglue's promise when he gave him the idea: guarantee that the Xunzhou soldiers could cross the river and land.

Damn it.

He had exhausted his strength to control the Green Intent Bottle, and at this moment, anger attacked his heart, and he actually fainted.

At this time, the two armies that survived were gathering on the bank. Because of the tight time, Nian Nian Zanli hadn't waited for all his subordinates to land before pouring out the heaven-flooding water, and as a result, he couldn't control the water, even drowning his own army.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Although Zhao Pan escaped a disaster because of chasing the Xunzhou army, when he gathered the remnants and took a rough look, only thirty percent of the people were left!

A flood swallowed nearly thirty thousand of his elite soldiers.

Both sides were blowing the assembly horn, but Zhao Pan's heart also sank to the bottom of the Hanhe.

He lost.

The northern Xia Province battlefield, which had been deadlocked for two or three months, ended in his failure.

He hadn't completed the task entrusted by the monarch! At this time, He He Chunhua rushed toward him, and the Xia Province army behind him had already gathered. Looking at Zhao Pan's lost soul, He He Chunhua grabbed his collar and roared: "Pull yourself together, you haven't lost! This battle isn't over yet!"

Zhao Pan wanted to knock off his hand, but upon hearing this, he was stunned: "What?"

He He Chunhua's face was distorted, his whole body was either water or mud sand, and a strand of hair was stuck to his nose, which didn't match his usual scholarly composure at all.

But the light in his eyes was hard to say whether it was eerie or frantic.

"General Zhao, you are attached to appearances!" He He Chunhua instead said to Zhao Pan, "Think about what your task is: resist Nian Nian Zanli in the north! Look, look toward him!"

The sky was dark and the rain was urgent, the soldiers were panicked, and Zhao Pan couldn't see the overall situation clearly earlier; now, looking in the direction he pointed, there was nothing, only a vast expanse of waves.

Yes, his people were also drowned, and their situation was no better than his!

"He also suffered heavy casualties! And he used such heaven-shaking and earth-shattering magic; do you think he didn't pay any price? This idiot! That kind of magic is fundamentally not something a mortal should use!"

How much ability you have, you use how much magic.

Wanting to cross the level, there must be a price.

"General Zhao, Heaven will not let you and me die!"

These few sentences were like lightning, splitting Zhao Pan through.

Yes, his task was to resist the enemy in the north; as long as he blocked the Xunzhou soldiers' march south, he would be considered to have completed the task.

His own army suffered heavy losses, but how was Nian Nian Zanli any better? This muddled battle was a blood-soaked, cruel exchange, but he hadn't lost yet! He asked He He Chunhua: "What about your men?"

"There are still two thousand; use them all!"

"Good!" Zhao Pan wiped the water off his face and ordered the gathering of elites, getting eight hundred people, then adding the Xia Province army as the backbone, actually chasing Nian Nian Zanli's remnants.

At this time, whoever recovered their senses first would take advantage. Zhao Pan's side had flags and drums, scaring the Xunzhou soldiers who had just escaped from the water into scattering; instead, the Yuan soldiers saw their own side was strong and came to join.

This chase picked up more and more soldiers.

Nian Nian Zanli's side didn't know what went wrong, but the army fled west along the river, the main flag was lost, and they looked exceptionally panicked.

At this time, Hong Cheng lue and others had already retreated to a safe forest area, overlooking the battlefield below from a high place.

Wu Qing stood beside him and sighed: "These two sides didn't get any good."

The ending of this battle was truly unexpected.

Hong Cheng lue looked up toward the east, a smile finally appearing on his face: "It seems I can return to Between Beijia ahead of schedule."

He held the comb tightly in his hand.

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The "Dunyu" volume ends here; the next chapter enters the brand-new volume "Demon Nest."

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