Chapter 149: The Other Xi Xia Commander, Eyes Red from Killing

The Other Xi Xia commander's eyes were like blood, and what burned in his pupils was not fire, but deep hatred.

His shoulders trembled slightly, as if resisting a surging tide of rage.

He gritted his teeth with sheer force, a low growl issuing from his throat: "Great Feng's bastard dogs! Dare to trap me with this filth?"

His voice was filled with malice, every single word like a sharp sword stabbing at his enemy.

His gaze fixed fiercely on the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation ahead, the veins at the corners of his eyes throbbing, as if recounting his fury and resolve.

His hands gripped the sword hilt tightly, the knuckles of his fingers turning pale from excessive force.

His body leaned slightly forward, as if ready to charge out at any moment and clash violently with the enemies ahead.

His remaining troops were demoralized, yet still followed his steps like a pack of battle-hardened wolves; though weary, they strode with heads high, swearing to break through.

Seeing the Other Xi Xia routed troops attempt to flee, Zhang Zhang Jiani in the forest suddenly gave a sharp command: "Release the arrows!"

Arrow feathers fell like rain from all four directions and eight sides; thousands of cavalrymen, in this sudden attack, fell from their horses with a thud.

With their retreat blocked by the arrow storm, the remnants could only flee in panic into the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, and dozens more were pierced like hedgehogs and died miserably on the spot.

The Other Xi Xia commander's eyes widened, his face turning pale in an instant; he seemed unable to believe this reality.

Reflected in his pupils were the pained faces of his soldiers and their pale corpses.

He looked around; his soldiers, surrounded on all sides, advanced step by step with caution.

Fear and despair filled their eyes; their bodies trembled, and their blood left trails of bright red on the ground.

Despair filled his heart; he knew he had fallen into a dead end from which there was no escape.

Madness filled his eyes; his voice echoed in the air like the crackling of wood scorched by raging fire.

"Break through! Kill our way out!" His voice roared like a beast, his pupils filled with madness and despair.

His soldiers could not withstand his momentum; madness filled their eyes as well, and they drew their weapons one by one, charging in all directions.

However, the arrow storm from all four directions and eight sides was like Death's whip, striking them mercilessly.

Their bodies tumbled through the air, their blood scattered in the sky, and their corpses piled up on the ground.

In this bloody scene, the Other Xi Xia commander's eyes were filled with madness; his voice roared like a wild beast, his body like a mad wolf, his eyes like raging fire, his voice like Lei Ting, his body like a wild wind, and his fury like Xiong Xiong flames.

He roared and charged forward: "Follow me and kill in! Chop them to pieces!" His words were like a viper's breath, impossible to escape. His soldiers were like a swarm of locusts charging toward the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, like a pack of mad wolves.

On the high platform above, Zhu Ge Yu's lips curved with the confidence of victory; his eyes were filled with mockery and triumph. The flag in his hand fluttered in the wind, and his voice echoed in the air: "Change formation!"

His words were like a viper's hiss, impossible to resist. His soldiers were like a pack of trained hunters surrounding the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation; their bows were like viper fangs, ruthlessly shooting at the Other Xi Xia commander's soldiers.

The Other Xi Xia commander's soldiers were like prey trapped by hunters; they had nowhere to flee. Despair filled their eyes, their bodies trembled, and their blood left trails of bright red on the ground.

However, the Other Xi Xia commander's eyes were filled with determination; his voice roared like a wild beast, his body like a mad wolf, and his fury like Xiong Xiong flames.

He roared and charged forward: "Charge! Cut down those crossbowmen and break through!" His words were like a viper's breath, impossible to escape.

His soldiers were like a swarm of locusts charging toward the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, like a pack of mad wolves.

Zhu Ge Yu stood on the high platform in the center of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation; the biting cold wind brushed his black hair, making his figure appear tall and majestic.

He held a small flag tightly in his hand, his gaze firm and cold, like a war god in an icy world.

Not a trace of expression appeared on Zhu Ge Yu's face; he gave a cold order: "Release the arrows!" The moment his words fell, thousands of arrows surged from all four directions and eight sides, shooting at the enemy army like dark clouds.

The Other Xi Xia commander, bold and fearless, stepped forward, leading the remnants to resist fiercely, and rushed toward the crossbowmen in an attempt to cut off the source of the enemy's attack.

However, at this critical moment, ambush forces from both wings suddenly burst out of the encirclement; over a hundred scythes and spears flew out like snakes.

In an instant, the legs of hundreds of warhorses were hooked and severed; the piercing neighs echoed across the battlefield, and the Other Xi Xia soldiers were again cut in half at the waist.

In a brief moment, the wide road leading to the formation's core was piled with the corpses of Other Xi Xia soldiers, and blood flowed like a river.

Seeing this scene, the Shangmu garrison soldiers sneered coldly; finally, they had avenged that arrow wound!

At this moment, outside the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, Tu Tu Kesiluo, his eyes red from killing, had reassembled the scattered forces. He raised his sword and shouted loudly: "Brothers, charge! It is time for us to go to Other Xi Xia's land and deal with these bastard dogs!" His voice was loud and Master Jiang, filled with tension and a hot-blooded atmosphere.

The morale-boosted Shangmu army roared away and soon vanished into the wind and snow. From the distant Other Xi Xia border came neighing and wailing; the dying enemy army struggled in despair.

At this time, inside the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, all was dead silent, save for the howling wind. The Other Xi Xia Commandant's face was as pale as paper; the arrow storm and the attacks of scythes and spears had caused him sores in his mouth, making the pain unbearable.

He hoarsely gave the order again: "Retreat quickly, retreat immediately!" He, who had originally come to raid, had never expected the Shangmu army to be so brave and tenacious.

From the poisoned iron caltrops to Zhu Ge Yu's Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, every spot was carefully designed, and every place hid an ambush.

The Other Xi Xia Commandant's soul had suffered a huge trauma; he repeatedly cursed the person who sent him, believing they had needlessly provoked this hatred.

"Why not run quickly? It will be too late!" He urged his remaining troops to charge north fiercely. However, a loud sound of arrows suddenly erupted from the forest; a dense arrow storm, like a sky-blocking cloud, attacked.

The Other Xi Xia Commandant's face turned deathly pale, his legs went soft, and he nearly fell to his knees. He turned his head unintentionally, his gaze sweeping over the person on the high platform in the center of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation—the one holding the small flag and carefully directing the battle—was none other than Zhu Ge Yu!

Zhu Ge Yu stood there, imposing and majestic; his eyes revealed determination and ruthlessness, as if he were an envoy sent by heaven to judge him.

It turned out that every move of the Shangmu army obeyed him!

The Other Xi Xia Commandant suddenly understood, and despair rose in his heart.

He realized that the one who would utterly annihilate him today was this Great Feng scholar possessing supreme skills!

"Great Feng bastard, die!" He let out a long, piercing roar to the sky, his voice sharp and furious, as if challenging heaven and earth.

The great wheel of fate had already rolled over; he knew his remaining life held only one battle.

The Other Xi Xia commander's eyes burned with the fire of revenge; he was convinced Zhu Ge Yu was the mastermind and must be put to death.

He gritted his teeth, gripped his longbow, and shot an arrow straight at the high platform, aiming directly for Zhu Ge Yu's vital chest!

The arrow shot swiftly; Zhu Ge Yu was terrified.

Although the breaking of the formation had been within his expectations, this sudden sneak attack caught him off guard.

In a flash of lightning and spark, he instinctively fell backward, and that fatal arrow just barely grazed his body.

"Ouch!" He fell heavily onto the high platform; the pain made him bare his teeth in a grimace.

Zhang Zhang Jiani in the forest was anxious, fearing Zhu Ge Yu might die there. Just as she was about to release arrows to retrieve the corpse, she saw Zhu Ge Yu move slightly; though gravely wounded, he still had a breath of life!

Zhang Zhang Jiani secretly felt relieved and quickly hid herself.

Meanwhile, seeing Zhu Ge Yu hit by an arrow and fall from the platform, the other Xi Xia commander immediately laughed in wild joy: "Die, Great Feng bastard! Sons, follow me and charge! Today we will kill them all!"

The remaining troops' morale surged, and they swarmed into the Nine Palaces Great Formation.

Yet, without Zhu Ge Yu's command, this vast illusion array instantly became headless like a dragon without a leader, plunging into chaos.

At this moment, Other Xi Xia soldiers brandished their cavalry sabers, closing in; Zhang Zhang Jiani dared not loose an arrow, fearing she would strike her own people.

Her heart filled with suspicion: Zhu Ge Yu was clearly still alive, so why did he allow the Other Xi Xia people to charge about with reckless abandon? Had that single arrow truly terrified him into cowardice?

Thinking thus, Zhang Zhang Jiani could not help but feel anger and mockery toward Zhu Ge Yu's empty boasting.

That old dog Jiang Jiang Mingyu, how could he entrust such a heavy responsibility to a scholar who only knows how to brag?

She ground her teeth in hatred.