Chapter 303: and translation of chapter title

After Mu Yi drew up his troops and made his formation clear, the pursuing troops that had been clinging like a plaster chose to halt and not advance.

"These guys' sense of smell is this sharp?" Mu Yi frowned.

He wasn't sure whether the second incense golden body he had condensed had been discovered by the enemy.

After a moment's thought, Mu Yi and Chu Yi cooperated to extend their authority downward into the earth, trying to grasp as much of the Earth Vein Power beneath their feet as possible.

However, as soon as the authority spread out, it met a fierce backlash.

Get out!

Mu Yi snorted coldly, relying on the rank of his divine position, and ruthlessly crushed the surrounding Mountain Gods.

As for Mountain Gods, they all possess roughly seventh-rank earth authority, but Mu Yi is a fifth-rank deity, giving him an innate suppressive effect over them.

Furthermore, with Chu Yi, an earth deity, assisting Mu Yi, those few Mountain Gods could not oppose his authority's expansion.

However, these Mountain Gods are not mere clay figurines, and they also have the endorsement of Mongolia's national fortune; even if they cannot oppose Mu Yi, they can greatly obstruct Mu Yi and Chu Yi from grasping the earth beneath their feet.

A bunch of trash!

The foreign gods who had always followed the army and monitored Mu Yi shouted in anger; they are merely a group of losers huddling together for warmth.

Their relationship was not good at all; sometimes they even slaughtered each other, for otherwise each of them would be considered a true god of a world, so how could they have become such a deformed state?

It was not just for revenge and their mutual greed; they fought each other, absorbing the shattered true spirits of the foreign gods into themselves.

In this process, the source of their true spirits had already become deformed, and the real-world manifestation was the deformation of their bodies.

Under such deformation, their mental state was actually not very stable.

This is also why they jointly created the Eternal Heaven, using it as a transit station for blood sacrifices.

If they continue to absorb without end, it remains unclear whether they can regain their former power, but they have become utterly mindless beasts, which is practically a certainty.

Charge them all forward! Kill them!

The irate foreign god roared, and a Mongol officer, gritting his teeth, stepped forward to advise.

Divine one, we are not afraid of battle, but an abnormal expedition must harbor danger; the enemy has set the battlefield here, surely there is an ambush; before we clarify the situation, we ought not act rashly...

Pfft!

A metallic-glinting arthropod protruded from the ground, impaling the officer who had stepped forward to speak; in just a moment, the sturdy Mongol officer, as strong as an ox, was absorbed by the arthropod into a thin skin.

Immediately, engage!

A cold, gloomy voice echoed in the ears of the remaining officers.

Yes!

Despite the threat of the foreign god, the hesitant Mongol officers still launched a full-scale attack.

Roar!

Not only the Mongol army, but as the arthropod exerted force, a tiger-headed, spider-bodied monster, seemingly composed of countless creatures pieced together, crawled out from beneath the ground.

Opening its bloody maw and letting out a roar, the Mongol soldiers who had begun to charge became even more frenzied.

The tiger-headed spider fixed its multiple eyes on the distant Mu Yi, its gaze revealing endless greed.

Mu Yi felt a chill all over from being stared at, he directly took out a bow and arrow, drew the bow, nocked the arrow, and shot it at the tiger-headed spider that was staring at him.

Boom!

The arrow exploded upon the tiger-headed spider's body; Mu Yi could clearly see that the blast did not harm the monster in the slightest.

Troublesome thing!

Mu Yi showed a wary expression; he understood that this spider monster, similar to a stitching monster, was likely the biggest stumbling block of his mission this time.

He just didn't know how many more such stumbling blocks there were.

Although the Mongol officers had reservations, in this situation they could only grit their teeth and press forward.

To avoid being killed by the supervising spirits from behind, they directly adopted the most straightforward method.

They completely abandoned the left and right flanks, concentrating their forces in the center to press forward, attempting to use their superior numbers for a decapitation strike.

There is no right or wrong in command methods; only victory or defeat.

This batch of Mongol officers were all highly capable; with their mutual cooperation, the Mongol army advanced slowly, its momentum continually building, like a mountain range pushing sideways, or like a surging wave crashing onto the land.

Some revenge-army soldiers who had not experienced the baptism of a great war, seeing the Mongol troops gradually enlarging and the dark mass of the Mongol army pressing upon them, found their breathing unconsciously growing heavy.

Even veteran soldiers who had fought a hundred battles, when faced with such a large-scale battlefield, would inevitably show some abnormality.

What more, this group had hardly experienced any war at all.

Even though they harbored a fire of revenge, facing this advance that was like a natural disaster, they still felt dazed.

The Cloud Energy between the two armies began to intertwine, a heavy pressure descended from the heavens, causing the soldiers on Mu Yi's side to feel their hearts sink and their breathing involuntarily grow heavier.

On the Mongol side, because their will was twisted, although they were more numerous, their Cloud Energy appeared somewhat thin; however, their expressionless demeanor gave them a psychological edge over the revenge army's new recruits.

On the battlefield, the strength that emotionally stable veterans can exert far exceeds that of new recruits; indeed, the quality of these new recruits is not inferior to that of veterans, and may even surpass them.

However, having not undergone the baptism of the battlefield, these new recruits, no matter how well trained, cannot truly comprehend what war is.

Long-range fire! Ready!

Upon hearing the order, the new recruits immediately gripped their bowstrings, awaiting the command to fire.

It seemed as if a century had passed, yet also as if only a single breath had elapsed.

Fire!

Afterward, the already-gripped bowstrings were released swiftly, a volley of arrows bursting forth with muffled thuds, a dense hail of arrows covering the Mongol army.

Soon, sword-and-shield soldiers rose against the arrow storm, charging out of its range to rush at the battle line Mu Yi had set up.

The frontline new recruits could no longer contain their inner agitation; accompanied by a shout, they charged straight at the enemy under the leadership of the veteran frontline soldiers.

Spear against spear, shield against shield, yet Mu Yi's side held an even greater advantage.

The existence of Asura armament allowed these new recruits to be equipped with quite fine gear, something uncommon on the Mongol side.

Likewise, under the arrow barrage, the results Mu Yi's side achieved were far richer than those of the Mongol side.

The biggest reason is that everyone on Mu Yi's side is wearing a layer of Asura armor, which can effectively avoid arrow damage.

"Die!"

Mu Yi's veteran guards roared, brandishing their long-handled great axes; at this moment they were so frenzied that merely looking at the enemy made one feel their awe-inspiring might.

Because raw recruits were mixed in, the formation became disordered, reducing coordination considerably.

But precisely because of this, they could use this terrifying heavy weapon, which on the battlefield can turn into a meat grinder, without restraint.

The Mongols were not merely taking hits; after being struck by a volley of sniper fire head-on, their cavalry began to flank the left wing, and the next moment a barrage of arrows rained down from their fingertips.

Their shooting was in no way inferior to that of a normal archer unit, and even surpassed it.

Six arrows per second, with power comparable to a full-force strike from the Sun-Shooting Battalion.

Although their souls were twisted more than half, it did not affect the Mongol soldiers from exerting all the strength they had in life.

One of the ultimate manifestations of the three archery talent types is displayed in these soldiers; the existence of archery extension gives their shots both great power and high rate of fire.

The veteran guards roared, swinging their wheel-like great axes in defense, but facing such terrifying blows, even the axe faces transformed by Cloud Energy could not fully block them, and numerous holes were pierced through their bodies.

"Are you determined to roll straight over us head-on?"

Mu Yi watched the battlefield, sighing.

The enemy simply doesn't use their brains, or rather, their super‑brain tells them to employ invincible violence at this moment.

The coordination among the Mongol officers is seamless; each legion takes turns covering for the others, bringing out each legion's strongest aspect, and then producing an effect where 11 is far greater than 2.

This itself is a large‑legion combat template achievable only through coordination by the legion commander; yet now it has been replicated by a bunch of brainless Mongol soldiers on the opposing side.

"Does the enemy have a legion commander? Where is he?"

Mu Yi narrowed his eyes, scanning the battlefield; the enemy had a numerical advantage and employed such a simple, straightforward advance that for a moment he truly didn't know where the enemy's legion commander was hiding.

This further proves that the enemy relies not only on a commander at the legion level, but also on the officers who carry out orders, who are quite elite.

What's most troublesome is that these Mongol soldiers have no fear or hesitation in their minds at all.

The front lines of both sides descended into a frenzied melee, with no one showing any fear.

The soldiers under Mu Yi, harboring a strong desire for vengeance, unleashed all their inner strength and desperately attacked the Mongol soldiers before them.

The guard troops, accompanied by the vengeance army, halted the Mongol advance with a resolute momentum, like a great dam blocking a river—no matter how fierce the flood, it could not cause the dam to collapse.

"Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance!"

The vengeance army soldiers roared, their eyes already bloodshot, with only one thought in their minds: vengeance.

"Pfft!"

The spear pierced the enemy Mongol soldier with near‑terrifying speed and force; before the blood splattered on his face could even be wiped away, he thrust the spear again at another Mongol soldier.

When he killed the second Mongol soldier, more Mongol soldiers surged forward, their sabers flashing with cold light as they slashed down.

An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch more perilous.

In close combat, sabers are easy to hit due to their short reach, but once you close the distance, their attack speed far exceeds that of ordinary attacks, enough to take down most opponents directly.

The two sides collided fiercely; the Mongol soldiers were flung backward violently, even knocking down the soldiers behind them, while the vengeance army soldiers collapsed limp to the ground and, before they could get up, were hacked to death by random blades.

However, the vengeance fire rising from their corpses imparted their will to the surrounding soldiers, making them stronger.

Mu Yi balanced the bolstering of Cloud Energy and will, sensing the changes in the entire army.

For some reason, he always felt that something inside him was about to burst forth, and the more brutal the battlefield became, the clearer this feeling grew.

It seemed as if something were about to leap out of his body at any moment.

But Mu Yi couldn't put a name to this feeling; he could only steady his mind, directing and coordinating the army's rotation, to cope with the virtually endless Mongol horde.

"Order Chang Haoran to lead the heavy cavalry in a charge, swiftly break through the enemy line, smash their central forces, have the Sun‑Shooting Battalion concentrate fire to snipe the Mongol officers, and have Guan Linglong forcibly cut through the enemy formation from the flank!"

Mu Yi issued dispatch after dispatch; the army's formation began to shift, the overall formation extending outward to increase the contact area, while the bolstering of Cloud Energy and will shifted from weakening the enemy's strength toward developing defense.

The numerical disparity between the two sides is obvious, especially since neither side suffers from a lack of morale, making the impact of this disparity quite profound.

To turn the situation around, Mu Yi could only try to create local situations where they outnumbered the enemy as much as possible, thereby maximizing casualties inflicted on the enemy's numbers.

After all, the numerical ratio between the two sides is only about one to two; if each soldier kills two opponents, the goal can be achieved.

This is far simpler than tactics like fighting with one's back to the water or breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats.

But this is easier said than done; Mu Yi stared at the shifting front lines, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Commanding war and leading from the front are entirely different concepts; the latter he can still manage, but the former will produce gaps if he hesitates even a moment.

In this battle, any gap means that soldiers will die.

The tug‑of‑war between the first day and several Mongol Mountain Gods has not yet ended; the most they can do is prevent the enemy from using the dragon veins to affect the army's combat.

As the battle between the two armies intensified, Mu Yi did not grow anxious; on the contrary, the tiger‑headed spider that had been watching the fight all along became anxious.

Its own spirit was already troubled, and the fierce battlefield environment only further stimulated the tiger‑headed spider's mind.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a roar, the huge tiger‑headed spider extended its limbs and charged across the battlefield, heedless of whether it would step on Mongol soldiers, knocking who knows how many of them aside along the way.

Nevertheless, nothing could stop it from violently lunging toward Mu Yi's side.

"Roar!"

Its massive body leapt up and then crashed to the ground, in an instant trampling hundreds of soldiers regardless of friend or foe.

Its ferocious head opened a blood‑filled maw, countless mouthparts like teeth extending outward, and it let out a hiss at the soldiers under Mu Yi's command.

Ink‑dark green mist spread outward toward the soldiers under Mu Yi's command; just from its color one could tell it was a deadly poison among poisons.

Any vengeance army soldier who touched the poisonous mist would instantly turn bluish‑black and collapse, unable to rise.

Even the blazing vengeance fire seemed to be forcibly corroded and extinguished by this poisonous mist.