Chapter 93: This Dream Is Too Realistic

This feeling was great, but he wasn't used to it. A person's various functions suddenly improved, making it easier to be uncoordinated. The enemy soldier jumped over the carriage and swung a battle axe at him. He Lingchuan pushed it away with one hand and slashed a ruthless saber at him while spinning.

According to the force of the slash, the opponent's chest and abdomen would suffer heavy damage, and then he would spray blood and fall down while clutching his chest. However, this saber swing felt different, unexpectedly fast and ruthless.

The opponent was cut into two pieces while in mid-air, and even the vertebrae were broken. The wind happened to blow in his direction, splashing hot blood all over his face, almost making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

Taking advantage of him reaching out to rub his eyes, another enemy wanted to come up and stab him. Commander Xiao kicked this person away and said to He Lingchuan, "Save some strength, so you don't have to lift your hand later!"

Fighting not only required speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, but also endurance and longevity. No one knew how long the battle would last, but only those who lived to the end could win.

He Lingchuan spat twice, and his saliva was full of blood.

The enemy's blood.

The metallic taste in his mouth made him nauseous.

The last time he killed someone was in the Panlong Wasteland, and he only used flying knives. In close-quarters combat, cutting an opponent into two blood-stained halves, with water leaking all over the ground, this was the first time.

But he didn't have time to feel nauseous, because enemies were rushing up one after another.

Before the Baling army attacked, they discovered that the carriage formation was blocking the road, and the cavalry with the most impact definitely couldn't pass. The method they adopted was for fierce soldiers to rush to the front, being the first to cross the carriage formation and fight with the Great Wind Army, striving for time for the companions in the rear to move the carriages.

Actually, they also tried to sneak attack by water, after all, there was river water on the side. This hit the archers on the riverbank right in the heart, shooting one accurately, and the people in the water weren't convenient to move, and after finally swimming to the water's edge, the Great Wind Army held long spears and started making skewers.

The most troublesome thing was that the Baling nation was deep in the interior, and too few soldiers knew how to swim. More than twenty people went into the water, and in the end, only two or three could bypass the carriage formation and rush into the Great Wind Army, and they were poked to death by their opponents.

So some people started climbing the riverbed, preparing to kill the archers and also shoot arrows from a high position.

Commander Xiao and others finished off the fierce soldiers and then changed to stabbing with spears and halberds to move the enemy soldiers, hindering the other party from moving the carriages.

Everyone understood that their side didn't seek victory, only to hold the enemy and wait for reinforcements.

The battle entered a white-hot stage from the beginning. He Lingchuan didn't even have time to feel nauseous, repelled another enemy, backhanded and pulled out the single-handed crossbow from his back, and shot an arrow upward.

"Whoosh," an unlucky guy who was about to climb the riverbed was hit by an arrow and fell headfirst.

Sweat, he clearly aimed at the Baling soldier's head, but the result was hitting the rear hill. This accuracy still needed to be practiced; it was too far off.

A giant object suddenly smashed over from his side, falling apart after landing.

He Lingchuan looked, and it was actually a carriage, and the boxes originally loaded on the carriage were also thrown out.

The Great Wind Army soldier on the side shouted, "Careful!"

He Lingchuan had just turned his face when he felt the light in front of him completely blocked by a figure like a small mountain, and something else was hitting from below, with great force!

At the critical moment, he only had time to raise his arm to protect his face.

Only hearing a loud "bang," he was knocked flying one zhang high and two zhang far out of thin air.

At this instant, his left forearm broke, but the crisp sound was completely covered by the sound of the collision. He couldn't help but scream in pain in mid-air, and after landing, he rolled several times, unable to stand up at all.

The pain of a broken arm was piercing to the heart, and this was the first time he had experienced it.

This was still because his reaction was fast, leaning back in time and using his arm to block, otherwise that heavy blow would have directly smashed his chin, and his brain would have been concussed or blocked. This kind of fighting style was commonly known as "cannon to the sky," and people knocked flying would be unconscious at best, and dead at worst, anyway, they couldn't stand up.

The enemy on the side saw this and rushed up, wanting to grab a head. Fortunately, He Lingchuan was clear-headed, and seeing the blood-stained axe falling from the sky, he barely rolled, avoiding the opponent's beheading.

As a result, the opponent used too much force, and the axe blade flashed with cold light, nailing into the sandy ground just two inches in front of his nose! Even in the Panlong Illusion, death had never been so close to him.

Was this still a dream? Wasn't it said that people didn't feel pain in dreams? He Lingchuan stared wide-eyed, because of the stress, his heart was beating fast. Before the enemy pulled out the axe, he kicked the other party's belly, and the latter staggered, not holding the axe handle.

A Great Wind Army soldier behind saw the opportunity, a horizontal saber, and chopped off his head.

Those who behead others will be beheaded by others.

This person's head landed and rolled a circle, just facing He Lingchuan; the pair of eyeballs were bulging, and the expression on his face was truly indescribable.

The soldier reached out to He Lingchuan and pulled him up from the ground. "Are you okay?"

He Lingchuan's face turned white, his upper and lower teeth chattered, and sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall. "I'm okay."

Actually, he knew in his heart that because of the effect of the State Foundation Order, everyone's pain was temporarily weakened, which was also a need for combat. In other words, after the State Foundation Order expired, the broken arm would be even more painful!

A dream, was it necessary to be so realistic? He cursed the broken saber in his heart.

"Your arm is broken." He turned his head and shouted, "A-Luo!"

A soldier hid from the rain of spears and arrows and ran over, supporting He Lingchuan, and helped him sit down under the riverbed. A-Luo took out a board and stuffed a pill into He Lingchuan's mouth. "Swallow it!"

The pill was actually a bit sweet, and it melted in his mouth, turning into sweet liquid and flowing into his abdomen.

In just ten breaths, He Lingchuan felt the pain in his left arm greatly reduced.

Under the blessing of the State Foundation Order, the efficacy of soldiers taking medicine would also be improved.

A-Luo also took apart the board and came over, first helping He Lingchuan set the bone, applying medicine, and then firmly fixing his left arm to his ribs with the board, his technique very proficient.

"Just deal with it for now; if you can return alive, you'll have to recuperate for two months!"

He Lingchuan grabbed the single-handed crossbow. "Help me reload."

He only had one hand left and couldn't load the arrows.

A-Luo was startled, but still followed his words and loaded two crossbow arrows for him, throwing them over.

He Lingchuan gasped twice, stabilized his emotions, raised the crossbow with one hand, and aimed at the culprit who had injured him earlier.

A-Luo looked and said, "You were injured by Meng Shan? Not bad, you actually survived!"

He patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder and turned to help others. The more intense the battle, the heavier his work.

He Lingchuan aimed at Meng Shan, who was a bear-like strong man, a head taller than He Lingchuan, but his body was twice as big.

His heavy armor was specially made, two sizes larger than ordinary people, standing like a door panel, and running like a roaring train.

The original heavy armor couldn't jump in, but Meng Shan was fierce, actually grabbing the stacked carriage and throwing it away.

Of course, his chest was also stabbed more than ten times by the Great Wind Army's spears and halberds, but no one could pierce his heavy armor. Immediately after, Meng Shan pulled the carriage in front of him and rushed in! That kind of destructive brute force demonstration, He Lingchuan was raising his hand to shoot the crossbow at the time and didn't see it, but he happened to block Meng Shan's path, so he was the first to be hit by a cannon to the sky.

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