Endless Winter: My Camp Infinite Upgrades

Chapter 546 Beat Cai Qiu Hard, Kill Twenty More

"Tricks, aren't they supposed to be unusable?"

"Is the Great Xia's method of banning sorcery only effective against others?"

"It's over!"

………………

More than a dozen weapons struck Yuan Cheng's body. The highest level of silver armor that the Great Xia could currently produce was 10,000-level. Although the set that Yuan Cheng was wearing was decorated with dragon scales and mixed with Lei Kui's skull, Cai Qiu's weapon-forging craftsmanship was not bad either.

The key is that more than ten Xianyang-level experts attacked at the same time. Although it is not possible to simply add up the power of all the people, how could a mere 10,000-forged silver armor withstand the crushing force on more than a dozen parts at the same time?

His upper body armor shattered and exploded instantly, the inner lining already crushed into pieces, revealing Yuan Cheng's imposing physique.

The membrane beneath Yuan Cheng's armor had long since taken on a faint golden sheen. Ninety percent of the blades of the dozen or so weapons were blocked by the membrane. Only two longswords managed to cut through the membrane, barely penetrating the flesh, but only about half an inch in, still far from the bone.

Seeing the faint golden light emanating from Yuan Cheng's skin, Cai Qiu and the others immediately understood that their opponent was using a trick.

From the moment the surrounding temperature rose, all their trickery techniques became ineffective. They naturally assumed that the Great Xia's method of banning trickery was indiscriminate. Now that they realized the people of Great Xia were unaffected, a shadow instantly fell over their hearts.

Some quick-witted and astute individuals even shouted "It's over!" directly.

"You are truly finished. A Xianyang-level being who cannot fly is like a toothless tiger. With hundreds of thousands of troops surrounding Jinyang, you have no chance of escape today!"

Despite being struck by two swords, Yuan Cheng's ferocity remained undiminished. After a cold, angry roar, he once again cleaved down with his giant axe, creating a cold blade tens of meters long. His already imposing physique, combined with the faint golden light emanating from his skin, made him resemble a powerful demon wielding an axe, exuding overwhelming ferocity.

boom…………

The giant axe crashed down. Yuan Cheng's attack was not indiscriminate; he targeted the weakest of Cai Qiu's dozen or so men. The axe blade cleaved down, severing the man's right shoulder and entire arm.

"what……"

The enemy's screams did not stop Yuan Cheng's movements in the slightest. He drew his axe and slashed it horizontally, pushing aside several enemies who were trying to help the man. He roared to the sky, "What are you all standing there for? Charge in through the main gate, wipe out the enemy, and destroy Cai Qiu and his bastards!"

"Kill them all..."

Yuan Cheng initially led his troops to charge at the South Gate. Only after he had completely controlled the South Gate did he go up to the city wall. Seeing Cai Qiu and his group of Xianyang-level warriors acting violently, he couldn't help but jump off the city wall first.

The rear army actually had quite a few Xianyang-level soldiers, a total of eight, but compared to Cai Qiu's, they were stretched thin. However, on the battlefield at this moment, it was no longer up to the Xianyang-level soldiers to decide.

Of the allied forces from Jinshan and Wuchuan, only a little over 20,000 successfully entered the barbican. As several rounds of arrows rained down from the four walls of the barbican, and as screams and surrenders echoed from outside the city gates, their morale collapsed and they were in complete disarray. Many of them had already thrown down their weapons and knelt down to surrender.

Therefore, apart from the sporadic resistance of soldiers inside the barbican, the most significant battle at this moment was actually the one hundred-plus Xianyang-level soldiers from Caiqiu, plus Qin Feng and Shangguan Yang, and the eight Xianyang-level soldiers from the two towns.

More than a hundred Xianyang-level warriors, in a normal battle between two armies, would at least greatly influence the balance of power, if not directly sway the battle. But at this moment, they were completely ineffective.

The most fatal thing is that they were even stripped of their ability to fly.

Without the ability to fly, even escaping became a luxury!

At Yuan Cheng's command, the rear army surrounding the south gate surged in like a tidal wave, annihilating the last remaining resistance forces inside the south gate. Then, the captains and commanders of each army formed a vanguard team and quickly rushed towards Yuan Cheng's location.

The target, naturally, is those dozen or so people at the Manifestation Yang level.

Thousands upon thousands of armored soldiers of the Cold Resistance level charged forward, and even those of the Yang Realm level felt an instant surge of psychological pressure.

Cai Qiu, the middle-aged man with the knife, was the first to be entangled by Xia Jun. He realized that the leader who was stabbing at him with a sword was only about 50 years old. Although he was a little panicked, he still instinctively raised his knife and deflected the man's sword. The blade then slashed horizontally with lightning speed.

Clang...

With a strength of 12 jin, the blade swept across, its power was considerable, instantly sending the Xia soldier flying more than ten meters away, knocking over more than ten soldiers around him.

"His armor was damaged, but he's not dead!"

However, Cai Qiuxianyang, who had cleaved Xia Jun away, showed no joy on his face, but rather was filled with horror and shock.

The difference between 12 jin and 50 zong is a full 24 times. Although it is just a simple comparison of strength, it represents two people with huge differences in every aspect, from skin and flesh to bones. Under normal circumstances, his slash should have cut the opponent in two, armor and all.

How could it be possible to simply cleave the opponent's armor and then sweep them away?

Unless, that person is not at the level of 50!

"Brothers, fight to the death! Before the battle, Si Cheng made it very clear that a Xianyang-level expert with a strength of 3 Jun is worth 100 military merits, 5 Jun is worth 200, and 10 Jun is worth 300. If we can capture them alive, the military merits will double. What are you waiting for?"

The one swept away by Cai Qiu's Xianyang-level attack was none other than Xiang Liang, who had been promoted to Chief Executioner of Hongmen the year before last.

The Great Xia's northern expedition was aimed at unifying the southern border region, so naturally, all the elite troops were dispatched. Even local officials with some power, like Xiang Liang, were temporarily transferred to the army.

Of course, Xiang Liang and his men didn't want to miss this great battle either, since the opportunity to gain military merit was extremely rare.

Xiang Liang rubbed his throbbing arms. Seeing his soldiers charging forward at his urging, a fiery glint flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and raised his sword to charge forward again.

"This person's strength should be above 10 jun. According to the rules set by the Chief Justice, he is worth at least 300 military merits. Whether he can be promoted to the eighth rank of nobility depends on him!"

Five years ago, thanks to his merits in infiltrating Dajue Temple, Xiang Liang not only successfully obtained the title of Ninth-Rank Xuanling Viscount, but also entered the sight of the Daxia high-level officials. He first took a position in the Ministry of Prisons, and later was transferred to serve as the Deputy Chief of the Hongmen Punishment Office. Only then did he successfully rise to the middle level of Daxia.

In the past five years, thanks to the generous treatment of middle-level personnel and his own diligent cultivation, Xiang Liang not only broke through to the peak of the Cold Resistance level, but also increased his strength to 40. At the same time, he was promoted to the Chief Enforcer of Hongmen. He helped his father gain a foothold in the army while supporting his younger siblings in their cultivation. He managed the family very well. It is no exaggeration to say that the Xiang family has the aura of a noble family in the Great Xia Dynasty.

But people's hearts are never satisfied. Although the Xiang clan rose to prominence, Xiang Liang's rank never rose any higher and he remained a ninth-rank Xuanling Viscount.

Now that he finally has a chance to earn military merit, he is naturally willing to risk his life.

Taking the initiative to attack someone at the Xianyang level is something Xiang Liang would never do under normal circumstances, even if he had lost his mind, given the differences in cultivation levels he learned from the Xia Li Xiu Zhi Pian.

But now, if he doesn't step up, someone else will!
Five years ago, he was granted a title and had 500 military merits. In the past five years, he has accumulated more than 300 military merits. Now, he is less than 200 military merits away from being promoted to the rank of Eighth-Rank Red Cloud Viscount.

The allure of Cai Qiu's Xianyang-level skill, worth 300 military merits, is unimaginable.

call…………

Xiang Liang's mind was racing, but his hands moved swiftly, and he was almost among the first to charge forward with everyone else.

Xiang Liang's situation was merely a microcosm of the battlefield.

He wanted military merit. In the Xia army, from the commanders of each army to the captains of each battalion, down to the most ordinary captains and soldiers, who didn't want military merit?
Fortunately, the rear army outside the south gate was too large, with tens of thousands unable to enter the barbican at the same time; only the most elite elite troops managed to get in.

Similar to the rear army, the other three armies of Jinyang City—the right wing army led by Yuwen Tao, the central wing army led by Luo Yuan, and Li Yangtian's troops who joined the Xia army halfway—all dispatched several thousand elite troops, who either came down from the city walls or rushed in through the small gates, instantly filling the barbican.

Even if there were hundreds or thousands of Xianyang-level beings who couldn't fly, they wouldn't be able to cause much of a stir right now.

Cai Qiu's group initially managed to put up some resistance, but as the Xia army outnumbered them and they failed to achieve significant victories, casualties quickly fell among them. The battleground was gradually compressed, shrinking to the very center of the barbican, concentrating in an area less than a hundred meters in radius. The Great Xia army wasn't just composed of soldiers; Yuwen Tao, Yuan Cheng, Luo Yuan, Xiang Fuhai, Mu Longhe, Xu Ning, Xu An, Hong Tian, ​​Hong Guang… and over thirty other Xianyang-level warriors were also present.

While the individual strength of the Great Xia's Xianyang-level warriors might not be as great as Cai Qiu's, the problem is that they have the support of sacred runes and martial arts. More importantly, their trickery techniques have not been prohibited. As a result, it is not surprising that, with the cooperation of the army, they were able to defeat Cai Qiu and his group one after another.

"Lord Fang, Young Lord Fang, and all the other officials? Haven't they been outside the city the whole time? Why haven't they come to rescue us?"

"Uncle Fang won't abandon us! Brothers, hold on!"

………………

A military governorship is still a military governorship after all. Its cohesion is indeed stronger than that of an ordinary camp. Although only more than seventy of the more than one hundred Xianyang-level warriors were killed, they still showed no intention of surrendering.

Cai Qianshan still hadn't appeared, and some people were starting to get anxious. But the smarter ones didn't blurt out for help; instead, their expressions grew increasingly grim, clearly indicating that they had already sensed something was amiss.

"Everyone in Wuchuan, lay down your weapons and surrender!"

"Jinshan, surrender!"

However, someone was the first to shout "surrender".

It was Qin Feng and Shangguan Yang.

The two men's clothes were tattered and torn, showing no trace of their former lordly demeanor. They were in a sorry state, and when they finally shouted their surrender, their faces were full of bitterness.

Only at this moment did they truly realize that the unification of the southern foothills by the Great Xia Dynasty was a foregone conclusion, and they also truly accepted the fact that the Zhenzuo of Jinshan and Wuchuan had been completely destroyed.

puff…………

"Surrender? I, Cai Qiu, have sacrificed so many lives to get here. You think you can just surrender like that?"

However, no sooner had Qin Feng finished speaking than a sword suddenly fell from above and pierced straight into the top of his head.

Not only Qin Feng, but another cyan spear also flew directly towards the direction where Shangguan Yang was standing.

Clang...

However, unlike before, a long sword flew from afar and struck the spearhead directly, deflecting it and rescuing Shangguan Yang from beneath the spear.

“If you don’t follow the rules, I’ll kill twenty more of you!”

Xia Hong's cold voice came from above, and Yuwen Tao and the others below immediately moved in response, continuing to compress the space for Cai Qiu and his group to move. They quickly joined forces to kill several more people, and they did not stop. It was clear that they were following Xia Hong's orders and would not stop until they had killed 20 people.

The ones who actually killed Qin Feng and Shangguan Yang were Cai Qiuyang and Zhu Huorong, who were respectively responsible for keeping an eye on them. However, Cai Qiuyang succeeded, while Zhu Huorong was stopped by the Dragon Sparrow Blade thrown by Xia Hong and failed to kill Shangguan Yang.

When the two heard Xia Hong's voice, their expressions suddenly darkened. After seeing Xia Jun kill many more Xianyang-level enemies, their faces naturally turned extremely grim.

No matter how bad it looked, they didn't continue to attack. Instead, they just hovered in mid-air, turning their heads to look at Xia Hong and his group, who were slowly flying over the South Gate, as well as Cai Qianshan and the other seven people who were not far from Xia Hong.

"Lord Xia, I admit defeat this time, please release them!"

Cai Qianshan's single sentence brought the battlefield to a standstill.

The dozens of Xianyang-level warriors who had fought desperately against Cai Qiu were stiff-faced, their pupils filled with shock. They all looked up at Cai Qianshan in the sky, their faces full of disbelief.
Yuwen Tao, Yuan Cheng, Luo Yuan, and other high-ranking officials of the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as all the Xia soldiers fighting inside the barbican, had eyes full of excitement, their already flushed faces becoming even more agitated.

Cai Qianshan's submission represents Cai Qiu's submission.

Even the most arrogant regional military governors had no choice but to submit before the Great Xia!

All the Xia soldiers wanted to do at this moment was to roar to the sky and vent all their inner excitement.

But they didn't do that. Instead, they all focused their attention on Lord Xia Hong in mid-air, waiting for him to give instructions.

Knowing when to quit while you're ahead is the thought that came to mind for most of the smarter Xia soldiers.

It is an indisputable fact that the Great Xia Dynasty unified the southern foothills.

The Great Xia Dynasty has already proven its strength by making Cai Qiu bow his head and submit; there is no need to continue to be relentless.

"What are you all standing there for? I just made myself very clear. Kill twenty more. Have you all gone deaf?"

Ok?
When Xia Hong's voice came down, the soldiers of the Great Xia were all stunned.

But it was only for a moment.

"The lord has ordered us to continue killing! What are you all standing there for?!"

Yuwen Tao was the first to react. He had clearly seen through Xia Hong's intentions. His broadsword flashed out and headed straight for the person closest to him.

He was already at the forefront of the charge, and Cai Qiu and the others were in a state of confusion because of Fang Bo Cai Qianshan's surrender. So when he suddenly attacked, no one could react in time.

The man who was first hit tried to raise his sword to defend himself in a panic, but before he could draw his sword, Yuwen Tao's broadsword had already struck the top of his head.

boom…………

The strength of a Xianyang-level cultivator lies entirely in their bones. Yuwen Tao's attack directly blasted away the flesh and blood of the man's skull, smashing a large hole in the skull.

The man's skull shattered, and half of his body was embedded in the ground. He died without even uttering a scream.

"kill!"

"The lord has ordered: continue killing."

"The lord is letting us continue to accumulate military merits!"

"Come on!"

………………

Yuwen Tao's sudden attack was just the beginning; Yuan Cheng, Luo Yuan, Xiang Fuhai, Mu Longhe, and a group of other Xianyang-level cultivators reacted quickly and followed suit.

The remaining soldiers were even less capable. Although they were not strong, they had the advantage of numbers. They took turns coming up to wear down Cai Qiu's Xianyang level strength and compress their space to move. Some of the top-level Yuhan level soldiers lurked in the shadows like venomous snakes, seizing the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to those heavily injured Xianyang level soldiers from time to time.

The already dwindling number of Cai Qiu's followers were quickly wiped out, with another batch killed shortly afterward.

In mid-air, Cai Qianshan watched quietly, but his fists, clenched in his sleeves, were already bleeding. When he turned to look at Xia Hong, the chill in the depths of his pupils became even more pronounced.

(End of this chapter)