Chapter 437: They Come to Help According to the Fortune!

"Military advisor, what should we do?"

The general held the wooden ball, but still had no bottom in his heart.

He neither knew whether that Daoist was truly an Immortal and what his abilities were, nor did he know what use this wooden ball had and whether it could deal with that monster. He didn't even know how to use it; the Daoist only told him to keep it on his person when he gave it to him, only saying ambiguous words like "it may be helpful."

"General, I have a word, I don't know whether I should say it..."

"Military advisor, you and I have known each other for many years, what is there that cannot be said? Oh, what time is it now, stop selling the secret."

"That Daoist sat on the mountain peak for I don't know how long, facing the storm without changing his expression, fishing for the giant turtle with a calm heart; he is definitely a high-level person without a doubt." The military advisor said, "What the Daoist said, although not very pleasant to hear, is indeed reasonable upon reflection. Why doesn't the General fight?"

"But that monster is as big as a hill..."

"As big as a hill, haven't you thought of a countermeasure, General?"

"I have thought of a countermeasure, but even so, it requires the soldiers to fight with their lives." The general said, looking around in difficulty.

"..."

The military advisor also revealed a look of helplessness.

These lieutenants and soldiers are indeed timid, but doesn't the General know where the root cause lies?

Thinking for a moment, he could only say tactfully:

"The General is not a stingy person. You have treated them well on weekdays. In this day and age, there are very few superiors like the General who are fair in rewards and punishments and share wealth. The soldiers are not stupid; they must understand this point in their hearts. In the subordinate's view, as long as the General distributes silver first, promises fame and profit, invites everyone to eat a banquet and drink a pot of full wine before setting off, says a few more beautiful words at the banquet, and states the punishment for fearing battle, plus the treasure bestowed by the Immortal, the soldiers will definitely be willing to follow the General to fight that monster."

"Is this enough?"

"This is not enough!" The military advisor said, "The General must also hold a spear and sword personally, and charge at the front!"

"This..."

"Oh, what time is it now? With the treasure bestowed by the Immortal to protect your body, what is there for the General to fear?" The military advisor gritted his teeth, hating that he couldn't make him better, "The General must know! This is your life you are fighting for! It is your head that the King of Yue wants to cut off!"

"I have to think..."

The general hesitated, walking slowly back.

Since he is a martial artist who wears armor and joins the army, how could there be no courage in his chest? Not to mention that the military order is like a mountain now.

The general immediately thought of himself fighting to the death with it, letting that monster see the abilities of humans, and then thought of himself being swallowed into its belly. He thought of the fame and position he had worked hard to manage; if he could win against this monster, perhaps there would be progress, and then he thought of his beautiful wives and concubines and children at home, not knowing what their fate would be after his death.

Until he walked from here back to Mirage City.

"General..."

The military advisor beside him shouted in a low voice, anxious for him, his lips already cracked.

The general gripped the wooden ball tightly, gritted his teeth, and stamped his feet:

"Do it!"

Anyway, it's a dead end!

Immediately following what the military advisor said—

First, plan and prepare according to the countermeasures he had thought of before.

Then take the savings from home and distribute them to the soldiers before setting off. When distributing money, the military advisor had his own literary talent, citing classics and drawing parallels to inspire people.

The general promised fame and profit.

Ate a farewell wine, smashed the cup, and set off while drunk.

It was three days later, and the wind and waves had stopped.

The general had prepared huge traps by the sea. Arriving at the seaside, although he was still terrified, he couldn't stop.

Only saw the military advisor beside him stand out, raising his neck and shouting:

"I am willing to be the bait, to invite that monster into the urn!"

This was a weak and thin scholar.

The general and the personal guards and lieutenants beside him were all big and thick, their

How could one ask a military advisor to lure a monster?

"The advisor cannot do this! I will go!"

"One person cannot do it either! Add me!"

"I shall go as well!"

Several captains spurred their horses forward, using themselves as bait to lure and enrage the giant turtle, drawing it into the trap.

If viewed from a high vantage point, the giant turtle was truly massive, like a moving island reef or a small hill; compared to it, the elite cavalry captains on horseback were nothing more than tiny dots, yet here, a battle between human soldiers and a giant monster was unfolding.

The giant turtle, charging at full speed, kicked up sand that blotted out the sky, and the earth itself trembled; the captains were nearly caught and swallowed into its mouth.

Fortunately, they did not fail their mission.

That was a ready-made "cage," and a huge, deep pit had been dug beneath it.

"Soldiers! Follow me!"

The general spurred his horse and raised his spear, gritting his teeth and shouting wildly, his eyes wide with rage, his breath smelling of wine, as he charged ahead toward the trap.

Someone poured out lamp oil, igniting a raging fire.

The giant turtle was burned and raised its head in a painful cry.

Someone threw poison into its mouth.

Someone used giant hooks to wound its limbs and tail.

Others threw spears dipped in deadly poison and fired arrows tipped with poison, all of them retreating immediately upon making contact.

Still others brought up siege crossbows, firing massive harpoons with barbs; the harpoons were connected to thick ropes, and the ropes were tied to nearby boulders and large trees in great numbers.

The giant turtle struggled frantically, fighting back with all its might.

The seaside was filled with the giant turtle's pained cries and the commands and roars of the human soldiers.

The fierce battle could be described as earth-shattering.

"Careful! Withdraw the hooks!"

"Pour more oil!"

"It's coming to the left!"

"Why isn't the immortal's treasure working?"

"Never mind that! Let it pass for now! Don't push it too hard!"

"Spearmen, advance!"

The many soldiers were like ancient fishermen hunting large whales, never meeting it head-on, but fully utilizing cleverness and wisdom, working together in an orderly fashion, tense yet rhythmic.

Naturally, it was also extremely perilous.

Therefore, there was an even greater need for a balance between tension and relaxation.

"Wooo-hum..."

The giant turtle let out a long cry toward the sky, the sound bringing vibrations that shook both the earth and the ocean. Its breath, like mist, sprayed in all directions, and wherever it touched, the yellow sand was easily blown away.

The many soldiers scattered to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, this battle lasted from the afternoon into the evening, and from the evening into the dead of night, with torches illuminating the beach.

Many soldiers were so exhausted they could not walk or catch their breath, and many others were wounded and unconscious; yet, no matter how tenacious the giant turtle's vitality or how massive its size, it was gradually failing—

At this moment, its huge body was covered in arrows, spears, fishhooks, and harpoons, its skin scorched black by fire, and fear had overtaken its ferocity; it only wanted to escape this place with all its might and return to the sea.

Many harpoons were embedded in its body, connected to many boulders and large trees, but those ropes were also being pulled taut, one by one.

The boulders gradually loosened, and the trees seemed about to be uprooted.

It fully displayed the giant turtle's astonishing strength.

"Don't let it run!"

The general was hoarse, yet he knew that if he let it escape now, all his efforts would be in vain.

!

There was no time to think about why the immortal's treasure had no effect; the general raised his spear and spurred his horse to meet it, leaping over the flames, breaking through the thick smoke, and throwing the spear in his hand, which struck the giant turtle directly in the eye.

"Aoo-hum..."

The giant turtle cried out loudly, kicking up yellow sand.

With one breath, the mist struck the general, and amidst the rolling yellow sand, the general and his steed were both sent flying.

"General!"

Personal guards helped him up and took him away from the battlefield, while the soldiers under his command continued to fight.

After about another hour of fierce, heart-pounding combat, the scarred giant turtle finally resigned itself to fate, lying still as its life force rapidly faded.

This battle seemed to end in a human victory.

"General! It's dead!"

"General! We won!"

Personal guards kept coming to report the good news.

The general finally let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and collapsed to the ground as if he had no strength left in his body.

Fortunately, the sand was soft.

"Thump!"

The general kicked up dust and sand, his spear fell to the ground, and a wooden pellet also dropped from his bosom.

The many personal guards and captains used the torchlight to pick up the spear and look at the wooden pellet, but they couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.

They naturally recognized that this was what the Daoist on the mountain had lent to the general.

Yet this treasure seemed to have had no effect at all.

Just then, there was another humming sound from the sea.

"Hum-woo~~"

The long sound, like a dragon's roar, carried a vibration.

The beach felt the tremor, and white pearls of water jumped on the sea surface.

Everyone looked toward the sound, only to see, amidst the rolling waves, another sea monster, similar in size to the giant turtle and like a small hill, climbing onto the shore and crawling toward them without stopping.

It was clearly another giant turtle!

"There are two of these monsters?"

"What do we do!?"

Although they had the strength to slay demons, their stamina was almost exhausted, the traps they had prepared were mostly destroyed, and the spears, giant hooks, harpoons, and oil were nearly spent; how could they fight another giant turtle without time to rest and prepare?

"Run!!"

Everyone fled into the distance like madmen without hesitation.

Fortunately, a few personal guards were loyal enough; even though they had no strength left themselves, they actually carried the collapsed general with them as they ran.

"Boom-rumble..."

The earth rolled as the giant turtle charged toward them frantically.

They could run, but the wounded could not.

Yet unexpectedly, just at this moment, a clear breeze blew through the world.

In the sand, the wooden pellet that had fallen from the general's bosom suddenly rose on the wind and flew into the night sky.

It was unclear when the world had become much clearer, and one could even see a crescent moon and a few stars, and naturally, one could also see the wooden pellet growing larger above the night sky.

"Boom!"

An armored warrior, looking like a giant god, landed with a crash, kicking up yellow sand several zhang high, blocking the path between them and the giant turtle.

This giant god was truly massive!

The contrast was even more exaggerated!

The two giant turtles in front, like small hills, were more than half his height in length from head to tail, but when lying on the ground, they didn't even reach the giant god's knees.

The many soldiers, while fleeing, glanced back and were stunned.

They saw the giant god clad in armor, holding a golden whip, his eyes wide with rage, truly like a giant god from the legends of heaven descending to the mortal realm; he bent down, pressed his left hand onto the giant turtle's head to block it, and raised the golden whip in his right hand, striking the giant turtle's head with a single blow.

"Bang!"

An earth-shattering sound.

The fleeing soldiers were completely dumbfounded and couldn't help but stop and look back at this scene of a divine being slaying a demon.

By the time the general woke up, it was nearly dawn.

He was lying in a patch of yellow sand, with a campfire lit beside him, surrounded by captains and personal guards who were still shaken.

"What happened? Is the monster dead?"

"It's dead..."

The military advisor turned his head to answer him.

"That evil Daoist! How dare he deceive me! This thing was completely useless!" The general reached into his bosom, wanting to take out the wooden pellet and throw it away, but discovered it was gone. "Hm? Where is that wooden bead the evil Daoist gave me?"

Only after the general finished speaking did he notice that everyone was looking at him strangely.

(End of chapter)