Chapter 146: Attack

Li Gouer and Wang Dayan opened their eyes again; the scene before them was dreamlike and fantastical, leaving them in awe. They found themselves shuttling through a vast expanse of white mist, situated above the nine heavens, isolated from the world. Beneath their feet, streams of Jin Guang flowed, like the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens, dazzling and brilliant.

The two followed the direction of the Jin Guang and saw a figure with the bearing of an immortal and ancient ways standing there, his back to them, as if he were a hermit immortal detached from the world. That figure was ethereal and otherworldly, like a fairy in the clouds, making one's heart yearn for him.

Even more astonishing was that the wounds on their bodies, ruthlessly slashed open by sharp blades, were now healing at a speed beyond imagination. The bleeding wounds, which had previously flowed endlessly, seemed to be infused with a miraculous healing power; the scars were quietly fading away, as if they had never existed.

And the tongues that had been cruelly cut off were, as if reborn, gradually growing fresh pink flesh on their tips, restoring their former flexibility and vitality.

Recalling again how the mysterious figure before them had summoned Fan Tianlei, precisely striking those executioners and taking them away one by one under the gaze of six hundred thousand people, their feeling of awe grew even stronger. They firmly believed that the one standing before them must be the legendary immortal, possessing extraordinary power beyond the mundane, able to command the forces of heaven and earth and control the power of life and death. Such an existence.

"Once your wounds are healed, get up quickly; we will be landing in a moment. You two get ready." The figure ahead spoke lightly.

"Understood, Immortal." Wang Dayan and Li Gouer cupped their hands toward him and said respectfully.

The person ahead slapped his forehead helplessly and said, "No, why do you always insist on calling people with strange abilities 'immortals'? At most, I am just an ordinary person who knows some strange arts; I have nothing to do with the immortals you speak of."

Wang Dayan and Li Gouer could not help but look at each other in bewilderment. A person who could summon ten thousand pounds of Lei Ting with a gesture, revive the dead and restore flesh to bones, and command Jin Guang to carry them soaring above the nine heavens—such a person was merely an ordinary person who knew some strange arts.

Is the threshold for being an ordinary person a bit too high? If this is just an ordinary person who knows a few strange arts, then what are the 'half-immortals' who set up stalls to tell fortunes in the city and the Taoist priests wandering and spreading the Dao?

"Enough, this is not the time to talk; maintaining this Jin Guang to soar in the sky takes a lot of effort." After Zhang Chu'an finished speaking, he turned the Jin Guang into two reins and tightly wrapped them around the two of them.

Instantly, the Jin Guang beneath their feet plummeted rapidly like a runaway meteor. Wang Dayan and Li Gouer's heartbeats instantly quickened like thunder, as if they were about to jump out of their chests. The powerful airflow brought by the rapid descent blew upon them like a violent storm; the strong wind made it nearly impossible for them to open their eyes, and they could only squint a narrow slit.

Only when they were about to descend near a nearby mountain did they begin to slow down and finally come to a gentle stop. After landing, the two immediately began vomiting repeatedly; after all, an emergency landing from high altitude would certainly cause some dizziness.

"Is the senior a member of the Revolutionary Army?" Li Gouer, having recovered, asked immediately.

"Yes, that's right. I am not only a member of the Revolutionary Army but also a political leader of the Revolutionary Army, one of the four standing committee members of the Revolutionary Political Committee." After the person finished speaking, he turned around; his face was young and roguishly handsome, yet his temperament carried a touch of vicissitudes. It was indeed Zhang Chu'an.

Before the great battle, he had sent people multiple times to infiltrate the Jin Army's ranks to investigate intelligence. Upon learning that these people not only intended to stage a mutiny with their hair still on but also intended to use their own lives to gain the Jin Army's trust so they could infiltrate the enemy's interior.

Zhang Chu'an then decided to intervene and save this person. The spirit of being willing to use one's own life to carve out a world for the poor and suffering was worthy of their respect and even more worthy of his intervention.

After hearing this, the two scratched their heads. Li Gouer could not help but sigh, "Earlier we heard the people here say that the leader of the Revolutionary Army possesses the ability to reach the heavens and touch the earth. Seeing him now, the reputation is indeed well-deserved. Moreover, we never expected that the two of us would cause the leader of the Revolutionary Army to personally intervene to save us."

"As long as they are our comrades, we have no reason not to save them. Furthermore, our group itself is the servants of the people. If the people are in danger, how can we, as servants of the people, have the right to sit in our chairs?" After Zhang Chu'an finished speaking, he extended an invitation to the two:

"So, do the two heroes wish to join our proletarian party and participate in the cause of serving the people? If you are willing, I will be your introducer to the party."

"Is it really possible? I am willing."

"I am willing too."

Zhang Chu'an smiled without speaking and turned his head to gaze at the Jin Army camp in the distance.

Imagine that one or two thousand people, crowded together densely like a swarm of busy ants, would be enough to fill a vast parade ground, as if every inch of land was permeated with the liveliness and noise of the crowd. Then, when this number swells to ten thousand, or even one hundred thousand, what kind of scene would that be?

Envision the magnificent spectacle of six hundred thousand people; they surged like a turbulent sea, wave after wave, as if the entire space was filled with their roar and aura.

The camps were closely connected to one another, like a continuous forest; at a glance, they were vast and boundless.

The Jin Army could command such immense power as if it were their own arm; how much trouble would they cause them? But now, that will not happen. Nowadays, the Jin Army troops and officers are divided in heart and mind.

Such a force might have combat effectiveness when fighting easy battles, slaughtering cities, looting wealth, and abducting women, but if they encounter hard opponents, they will collapse, such as against earth-shattering artillery fire and night raids.

Isn't war, this matter of life and death, precisely about seizing the enemy's weakest moment and striking with lethal force?

That night, the Jin Army's main general thought of the fluctuating morale at this moment and did not know how to stabilize it. After all, the people of the Revolutionary Army first summoned lightning to strike down the executioners and then openly took the people away in front of them; this truly affected morale too much.

For this reason, they killed many people who gossiped. However, no matter how many they killed, their own soldiers increasingly believed that the Great Jin Kingdom had lost the Mandate of Heaven and that the Revolutionary Army was aided by gods.

However, soon they would not need to consider this. That night, Zhang Chu'an mobilized all twenty thousand troops' 107 rocket launchers to fire upon the Jin Army camp.

Eight hundred 107 rocket launchers, like ten thousand arrows released simultaneously, fiercely fired at the Jin Army positions. Instantly, the roar of the rocket launchers resounded through the sky; the Jin Army camp was instantly swallowed by a sea of fire. Flames shot up to the heavens, illuminating the entire night sky. The raging fire, like a ferocious beast, ravaged the Jin Army positions, turning everything into ashes. The entire battlefield seemed to have become a sea of fire, terrifying to behold.

This terrifying scene completely stunned the Jin Army. Recalling the scene of the day, countless Jin soldiers immediately dropped their weapons, knelt down, and repeatedly kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"I surrender, I surrender. Please, military sir from the opposite side, do not kill me."

"I surrender too, I surrender too. Spare us; it was those Jin people who forced us to come."

"Surrender is not allowed! As soldiers of the Great Jin Kingdom, you ought to die wrapped in horse leather, falling on the battlefield. How can you surrender?" Seeing this scene, a Jin officer shouted hoarsely, chopping down several soldiers in succession.