Warhammer Fantasy: I Have Total War System

Almost the instant Li Lin was sent flying, Xing Ganqi charged out of the battle lines, charging towards Li Lin with a domineering attitude, facing the towering figures of the Zangya Beast cavalry.

Nanli is an isolated city.

There were no armories, no fertile land, and no glorious history.

The lords of Nangao, and even the Biaolong Palace, have always been only concerned with collecting huge taxes, and have never cared about the lives of the people of Nanli. They can cover up all their responsibilities with just the phrase "Changyuan is of great importance".

Only one person, a mortal entrusted with a great responsibility by the Jade Emperor, stood steadfastly before the people of Nanli.

Fight for the survival of Nanli, and for the well-being of the people of Nanli, oppose the great enemy of Chaos, the lords, and even the dragon prince.

This man was the military commissioner of Nanli.

Xing Ganqi was the son of a farmer from Nanli, and his ancestors had all been from Nanli.

My great-great-grandfather participated in the century-long war between China and the cannibals before the meteorite fell.

My great-grandfather witnessed the horrific scenes of Changyuan's fall and the invasion of Beiyuan Chaos.

Even when he was just a young child, he personally experienced the period when Qingbao Tianzun disguised himself as a dragon prince, took over the city, and massacred countless people.

That year, Qingbao Tianzun disguised himself as Biaolong Miaoying and entered the city. The first thing he did was to kill the military commissioner Li Rui.

They skinned him and hung his skin on the city wall.

He asked his parents what it was, and his father said it was a hero from Nanli. He said, "How can a hero be so ugly?" and his father slapped him hard across the face.

He still remembers the pain of his eye bulging out.

After he joined the army at the age of sixteen, he heard stories about the Southern Li Military Commissioner more and more frequently from storytellers in taverns, veteran soldiers, and elderly relatives.

The stories are always the same: a handsome, beautiful, intelligent and brave man or woman fights against all kinds of hardships and dangers to protect Nanli, and finally sacrifices her life in an extremely tragic way.

Most of the time, these stories end in despair, and even when they succeed, the cost is often enormous.

But what attracted Xing Ganqi most about these stories was that there was always the same handsome, beautiful, intelligent and brave man or woman who would stand up again and lead the people to rebuild the broken city and live a good life for a while.

Thousands of stories are like this.

Gradually, Xing Ganqi developed an obsession.

The strategist in the story is always a lone hero, all alone, at odds with the whole world, and rarely does anyone lend him a hand.

If he could travel into the story and lend a helping hand at a crucial moment, he could probably change the ending, right?

Now, Xing Ganqi saw Li Lin charging forward alone.

He was instantly overwhelmed with a strong sense of destiny; the moment he had been waiting for had arrived.

Twenty units of the Zombie Beasts, nearly two hundred terrifying behemoths, accompanied by a storm of sand and dust, pressed towards the Box Formation like a natural disaster.

Xing Ganqi's figure was like a mayfly rushing towards the rut, insignificant and overestimating his abilities.

He spurred his horse to gallop, but the horse soon became useless, foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground with a "thud," terrified to death on the spot by the smell of the Zangya Beast.

Xing Ganqi rolled over and continued rushing towards Li Lin, who had fainted a hundred meters away.

He threw away his shield and sword, clenched his teeth, and strained his muscles, forcing himself to go even faster.

If we could be just a little faster, we could change the ending of the story!

But if difficulties could be overcome so easily.

How could thousands of regrettable stories have been born?

The grizzled fur of the Zangya Beast, like towering walls of despair, stood in front of Xing Ganqi.

He couldn't touch Li Lin; the two were even twenty or thirty meters apart.

Just as the iron hooves, like gates, were about to crush him into dust, Xing Ganqi's sense of destiny transformed into a vicious mockery from the abyss of darkness, mocking his incompetence and his ambition to change the outcome...

Suddenly, a burst of emerald light erupted from the tree branch at his waist.

The corpses that had been struck by the poplar bow and devoured by the wood sprouts turned to ashes one by one.

In an instant, thick roots rose from the ground, forming a spiral nest that overturned the beast that had crashed into Xing Ganqi, and then trampled it into pieces of flesh and corpse by its comrades behind it.

"Don't be sad." A childlike, clear, and innocent voice reached his ears.

A branch with tender green buds gently caressed his rough face.

But how could he not be heartbroken?

At the crucial moment, he not only failed to save the envoy, but also had to rely on the magical artifact given to him by the envoy to save his life. He has become a useless supporting character in the story who cannot make any contribution and has to spare the protagonist's strength to protect him.

Overwhelmed by intense regret and sorrow, Xing Ganqi buried his face in the yellow sand, wishing he could end his life on the spot.

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Humans are truly a fascinating species.

When hundreds of Zombie Beast cavalrymen swept into the Box Formation, nearly three hundred farm laborers used their bodies as stakes and perished on the spot, barely managing to stop the enemy's advance.

If Li Lin were still conscious, he would be surprised to find that the morale of all troops was firmly locked at over 50.

Even the flamethrower unit, which failed to retreat to the rear of the formation in time and persisted in firing until the last moment, and was almost wiped out in an instant, did not have a morale of less than 50.

The remaining few female soldiers, with broken limbs and nearing death, never wavered in their morale until the very last moment their soldier badges disappeared.

"If Li Lin were still alive, no matter how powerful the Dragon Balls were to give him their inspiring abilities, they would never be able to stop him from fleeing out of his survival instincts," Yi Ge thought casually, fiddling with the medicine bottle at his waist.

Looking at the densely packed Zombie-toothed Beasts trapped deep within the infantry formation before him.

And behind them, a throng of ogre riders, grumbling and shouting.

It's about time she made her move.

She moved the Five Elements Compass back inside the Sinan Cart and summoned the Five Elements Staff given to her by Li Lin.

To be honest, she knew Li Lin needed her, but she never imagined he would so easily give her such a powerful magical artifact.

This is a jade staff personally crafted by Yulong Yuanbo, the most valued crown prince of Zhen Dan, the Haotian Dragon Emperor.

Even if you add up all the people and resources of this entire coalition.

It's not even worth a fraction of the value of this staff.

She closed her eyes and activated her staff.

The emerald green Five Elements Staff in her palm suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, like a star falling to earth, radiant and captivating.

The flags fluttered, sand swirled, the storm intensified, and a massive vortex formed above the raised staff.

Her magical skills were nowhere near those of the Emperor; she could only unleash a tiny fraction of the power of the Five Elements Staff.

But even this small amount of power was enough to gather all the magical winds that permeated the heavens and earth within a radius of fifty kilometers into her body!

The next moment, Yi Ge, his eyes crackling with electricity, soared into the air and raised his hand toward the area where the Zangya Beast cavalry were most concentrated.

A storm of orange-red metal swept across the battlefield in an instant.

Hundreds of sharp metal projectiles exploded in the ogre cavalry formation, the crisp sound echoing throughout the narrow passage and the fortress.

The sounds of the tusked beasts dumping their corpses, the hoarse shouts of the conscripted peasants, and the clanging of flaming spears clashing with savage clubs formed a bizarre and cruel war march.

The bloody mincing of meat continued for an unknown period of time.

The once orderly box formation had long since become a mess. Even the Jade Warrior crossbowmen drew their swords for self-defense and launched wave after wave of deadly charges against the Zangya Beast cavalry, whose defenses they could not break through at all.

The formations crumbled and reformed, the roars of humans and beasts fighting to the death echoing endlessly in the sandstorm.

When Yi Ge unleashed the tenth destructive molten flow, she also reached her limit.

With a "thud," it landed on the glazed dome of the compass cart like a black crow, and remained motionless.

The roars gradually turned into the wails of a fleeing army, the sounds rolling down the slope from the battlefield until finally subsiding.

Half an hour later, when the sandstorm finally subsided, the surviving hundred or so farm laborers and crossbowmen, covered in blood, stood on the corpses of their enemies and comrades, gazing blankly into the distance.

It took a while for someone to realize what was happening.

"Did we win?"

"We won!"

Scattered and gradually, everyone realized that they had won.

They won a battle they shouldn't have been able to win.

But soon, the cheers turned into sorrowful sobs and hoarse, silent wailing.

Is this what it feels like to win?

Why is it so bitter? So painful?

"This kid is not bad." A loud, hoarse voice suddenly rang out in the empty battlefield, carrying the malicious tone unique to ogres.

Xing Ganqi, the only one who still had the strength and will to fight, immediately stood up, clenched his fist, and looked out through the gap in the thick root system.

A burly, ogre hunter riding a white, toothed beast, carrying a basket of javelins as long as three adults, tossed the dying Li Lin into Xing Ganqi's arms like a chick.

"When the kid wakes up, tell him he did Gresu the Gold Tooth a favor."

"Come visit the Gate of Big Eaters next time, or Pig Herder Town will do too. The Great Tyrant is never stingy with rewards."

Having said that, the fierce ogre hero retreated instead of advancing, disappearing into the receding sandstorm and vanishing without a trace.

Xing Ganqi was overjoyed and, without bothering to investigate the demon's purpose, quickly gave Li Lin a healing pill and carried him on his back.

The tree roots seemed to understand his thoughts and retreated back into the depths of the sand.

Xing Ganqi carried Li Lin step by step, heading towards the chaotic battlefield.

"I...I...I..." Li Lin, who was on his back, suddenly groaned.

"Young Master, we won!" Xing Ganqi's eyes were red.

"I...I...I..."

"So many brothers died, but...we...we won!" He tried to sound happy, but even after biting his lip until it bled, he couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

"Fuck..." Li Lin finally managed to utter the swear word that he had been holding back for so long.

"Young Master?"

Five more stone horned beasts appeared at the edge of the system map in front of Li Lin! Among them was a brightly lit ogre tyrant lord's unit token!

"What the hell are you doing...? I want to play... Total War, no... not Soulbound..."

Just as he was cursing, a series of earth-shattering knocking sounds came from the distant battlefield and the direction of the fortress.

It was the sound of war drums signaling the attack of the Cinnamon army!