In the winter of 1124 in the Shenyun calendar, the Yangen rebels executed the last royal bloodline. After a hundred years of civil war, the Yangen Kingdom was essentially destroyed.
At this point, various countries have raised their troops to join the war in order to compete for the fertile Yangen Plain.
The careerists want to complete a new round of power reshuffle before the brave man comes to the world.
The war swept across the entire Western Continent.
Bones are exposed in the wild, hungry people are everywhere, and there are millions of refugees.
In the spring of 1126 in the Shenyun calendar.
On the land in the early days after the snow, the soldiers' front spread as far as the eye can see, like two converging torrents, colliding with each other.
The Yangen rebels guard their last stronghold.
What the rebel leaders never imagined was that after the destruction of Yangen, the countries that had secretly supported them would dare to openly tear up the agreement and raise their troops to invade.
The great powers of the northern and southern continents were silent on this matter.
In the wilderness in early spring, corpses in different armors intertwined into a chaotic and tragic hell. The blood melted the snow with its remaining warmth and soaked the earth.
Screams and roars were heard endlessly, and the swords collided with a deafening sound. The bones were crushed by the crazy rebels with red eyes. They seemed to know no pain, and their beast-like eyes made people feel heart-stopping. The Sudanese forward army was massacred one-sidedly, and the military force was like an irresistible wave, advancing crazily forward.
For a time, the rebels, who were even worse equipped and of varying quality, had an overwhelming advantage and defeated the Sudanese forward.
But the Sudanese generals were accustomed to it. They sat on the high platform built by the central army and looked at the bloody front line indifferently.
This is a gentle man wearing glasses. Although he is wearing armor, he looks more like a civil servant.
The wizard held up the barrier behind him, protecting him from being hurt by the stray arrows.
"Those noble men in the south, are their brains rusty? What investment value do the remnants of the rebel army have with only tens of thousands of people left? A thousand doses of madness potion are enough to buy their lives, and they are wasted on this It’s just delaying for a little longer...ah, pointless resistance.”
He scoffed. Then he turned back thoughtfully and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The wizard was wearing a cloak and his back was bent like a curved willow tree.
A skull covered with red stripes hung on his waist, and his face was covered by a hood, making his expression unclear.
"Master Wa Ci, it is impossible for a small town like this to stop the chief's warriors. Even with the support of the nobles, I can capture it in three days at the latest. Why bother to come here?"
After hearing his question, the wizard smiled strangely and said:
"Jie Jie Jie... There have been more than 8,000 large-scale conquests in the Yangen area in the past dynasties. It is difficult to discuss the rights and wrongs. But historians have all noticed that it was on this battlefield in the Western Continent that the rise and fall of many dynasties were determined. Rise and fall, one rises and another falls... Now that I'm here, no matter who is supporting them, this place will become their burial place! Jiejiejiejiejie!"
The Sudanese general has black lines all over his head. How did this b-laughter come from?
"I say it's great, Master."
The fighting on the front lines continues. The rebels who drank the madness potion went berserk, ignorant of pain and fearless of death, devouring life like a meat grinder.
They didn't even have a decent piece of cloth armor, their eyes were bloodshot, and their muscles were weirdly bulging. Even if his hands and feet are severed, his intestines and internal organs are dripping all over the floor, as long as he can still move, he will kill the enemy in front of him. The pain could not hinder the pace of the rebel soldiers at all. Driven by the potion, their bodies turned into pure killing machines. Before the final moment of collapse, they would continue to crush and kill without stopping.
The effect of frantic rampage comes at the cost of overdrafting life. One to two times the increase in strength, eliminating pain and fear, infinitely amplifying the desire to kill in the emotion——
The potion of madness only lasts for ten minutes. Once the effect of the drug wears off, the soldier may suffer from heart failure or heart failure, or may die on the spot.
But within ten minutes of the attack, it was enough for this group of crazy butchers who were not afraid of death to rush into the center of the Sudanese Army.
What was blocking that place was an iron wall composed of several heavily armored shield guards.
This is the real army of Sudan. Those placed on the front line are nothing more than death row prisoners, prisoners of war, mercenaries and even refugees captured along the way. They were coaxed onto the battlefield with a weapon and stood at the front. Their only function was to use their lives to kill the enemy's frantic state and die in front of the crazy rebels.
Eight thousand lives, most of which were captured refugees, were crushed by the rebels in less than seven minutes and turned into corpses on the ground.
The few remaining survivors fought and retreated. Although there were some strong men who could protect themselves in the fighting, personal bravery seemed so insignificant in the face of such a lifeless military force.
"Fighting is fun!"
Peter held a long spear, and with one sweep of the spear tip, he slit the throat of a rebel and smashed the spine into pieces. The body fell to the ground and he backed away.
The system screen in my eyes jumped like crazy——
[Soul scraps + 1, soul scraps + 1, soul scraps + 3, soul scraps + 1...]
In just seven minutes, the soul crumbs reserve increased from 3,000 to 10,000.
When the life within a certain range around him dies, the soul will be automatically picked up by the system and converted into soul fragments.
Ordinary people have 1 point, even the drugged rebels are no exception. Stronger ones will be given more lives, 2 or 3, and there are even elite soldiers worth 5, 10, and 20 soul crumbs.
This means that at least 7,000 lives have just been lost, whether by the rebels or the Sudanese forwards who came to die. This does not include lying on the ground alive, the battle situation is tragic, which can be seen.
Peter was confused.
He was not lamenting the cruelty of war.
But where did so many living people come from in this bullshit soul traveling world?
Mina-san from the Street of Immortality, will you be led to win the resurrection competition?
Several rebel soldiers focused on the black-haired young man who had killed several people and surrounded Peter.
Peter glanced back and saw that the defense line formed by the Sudanese shield guards was close at hand.
From time to time, begging for mercy and screams came from the defense lines. They were all frontline refugees who wanted to retreat but were beheaded by Sudanese soldiers.
Those who retreat will be killed, and there are mad dogs in front.
It’s hard to tell which side has better quality, but it feels like Israel vs. Ukraine.
This is the third time that he has been sent to the front line as a human shield, and he is very familiar with the frantic state of the rebels. In about three minutes, the effect of the drug will end. At that time, the crazy rebels will collapse to the ground, and the Sultan's real legions will immediately launch a counterattack.
As long as he holds on until the counterattack begins, he will be allowed to retreat.
Peter can rely on his superb combat skills to save his life in the melee, but the attributes of this body are restricted by his profession and are not much beyond ordinary people.
The previous fierce battle had already consumed a lot of energy, and he would never be able to last three minutes if he was surrounded by a few drugged-up lunatics.
Peter's eyes narrowed, he had no choice but to gamble.
[Do you want to spend 1,000 soul chips for a difficulty test? 】
Sure.
In an instant, a silver six-sided die appeared in Peter's field of vision.
The dice spun around in the air and landed quickly.
"byd is 1, don't be 1, don't be 1...."
The golden light flashed, as if some card-drawing mobile game had been shipped, and the celebration sound of "Bang Bang Ka Bang (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧" could be heard in my ears——
[The test result is "6". Congratulations, big success! The difficulty has been lowered to "Hospice Care" mode (valid only for this campaign)]
[Achievement Trophy Obtained: Seal Landing]
"Ah? What the hell?"
This was the second time Peter rolled the dice after traveling to this hellish place. Before he could react, the world in front of him was completely new.
[Play BGM: The Me You See (DJ Version)]
moment--
The 3D terrain map of the entire battlefield, the distribution of personnel, and high-threat units appeared in Peter's eyes with densely packed locked frames as if the full-map perspective had been turned on.
This high-density information did not affect Peter's thinking at all, and the sensitivity of his brain increased exponentially. It was like a clown player taking the stone man's number and fully grasping this information in less than a second.
A health bar appeared on everyone's head. In addition to the level, various statuses were displayed below the health bar.
For example, the rebels have "Frenzy" hanging on their heads, followed by a countdown to the drug's effect, which is generally about three minutes.
Peter stared for a moment, and the detailed description of the "Frenzy" effect instantly appeared in his mind.
Not only that.
The three people who were coming towards him had several tracks that predicted their movements, like a slow-motion camera, loading all the images of the next five seconds into Peter's mind.
The impact point of the flying arrow, the optimal path to escape, the success probability and possible endings of different route choices...
"Fuck, are you driving?!"
This mode is simply a lol script. CSGO’s Mai Sakurajima beat Ke Jie’s Alpha Dog and Mayday’s fully automatic microphone——
No wonder it’s called the hospice model, it doesn’t look like something that mothers can use.
With the help of the plug-in, Peter picked up the spear and lowered it at a tricky angle. The tip of the spear penetrated the kneecap of the incoming rebel army.
The man was still rushing forward in his madness, but his suddenly broken left knee made him stagger his steps, and his neck hit the blade of his companion. He died suddenly and his body was separated!
Before the head fell to the ground, the spear followed him like a shadow. While the knife was still stuck in his neck and unable to stop him, he reached directly in front of the other person and easily cut his neck.
The bodies of the two fell to the ground with a crash, causing the third man to step forward. Peter turned around and retreated without even looking at him.
Two seconds later, the rebel soldier who rushed behind Peter and tried to chop him with a knife was shot in the head by an arrow falling from the sky.
It is exactly the same as the picture predicted by the system.
"You just need to practice more."
Peter walked around to the back of the battle formation, jumped up high, and stepped on the large shield of the Sudanese shield guard.
Ignoring the warnings of the military police, Peter stepped on the top of the shield along the line formed by the shield guards as if stepping on a springboard, and began to evacuate to the left flank of the battle formation.
As long as he does not cross the shield guard, it will not be considered a violation of military orders, and the military police in the rear will not take action against him.
And with systematic ballistic prediction, the rebels' bows and arrows could not threaten him. Just like a wanderer on a chaotic battlefield, the arrows falling like rain passed by Peter one after another, and he was far away from the center of the most intense battle very easily and leisurely.
And this is the best evacuation route calculated by the system.
The rebels broke into the iron wall formed by the shield guards. Behind the shield guards, elite tribal warriors holding ax blades were waiting.
The crazy offensive of the rebels was instantly contained by the Sudanese elite, like a tide hitting a dam, unable to make any further progress.
The equipment and training levels between the two are very different. Even with the blessing of magic potion, the rebels' severely worn swords could only leave white marks on the thick armor of the shield guards. The ax blades would hack out from the gaps in the shield wall from time to time, reaping lives like a decapitated executioner. . The axe-wielding warrior and the shield guard cooperated extremely skillfully, just to delay the attack and not to kill the enemy. Even if a rebel army breaks through the defense line of the shield guards, it is difficult to achieve victory among the warriors who cover each other, and they often end up being hacked to death with axes.
These madmen tried their best, but the damage they caused was not enough to break the iron wall. The gap created by killing the shield guards like ants eating elephants will be immediately filled by the replacements from behind. These soldiers are far tougher than cannon fodder. The death of one or two companions is not enough to shake the morale of the army. It often takes three or four rebels to break through the shield guards to take away the life of an axe-wielding warrior...
When the war reaches this point, the outcome is decided.
Until the effects of the drug wore off, the real casualties caused by the rebels to the Sudanese army were only a few hundred people.
Then, the Sudan's murderous charge horn sounded.
.........
As the sun sets to the west, the city at the end of the field of vision can already be seen from the camp of the Sudanese Army.
The black smoke from the burning corpses shrouded the sky of the isolated city like the shadow of the devil coming to the door.
"It's amazing...such a thin man could survive three times on the front line."
A Sudanese officer looked at Peter and took him to a military tent.
"Go in. According to military regulations, you can enjoy certain preferential treatment now... After breaking the city, you can be free. Well, maybe there will be a bounty."
Peter thanked the officer and was about to go in when he heard a strange sound coming from the tent——
"Uh-huh~ Yachudie Kudase~"
