PFC Chapter 279 Creating Miracles
Chapter 279 Creating Miracles
Although the head that symbolized dignity and life was no longer there, they quickly recognized it as General Pei Weiying from the familiar outline of the body and the fragments of the battle robe. A mixture of grief and anger boiled in their chests, like a ignited wildfire that could not be contained.
A general of Dong Chu, with rage burning in his eyes, resolutely gave the order to regroup.
As a long and firm horn sounded across the sky, deafening war drums roared, and even the earth seemed to tremble.
"Array up!"
This steady and powerful command was like the call of the god of war. The soldiers of Dongchu responded quickly. The shield bearers raised their heavy shields almost instantly and connected them closely to form an indestructible wall of steel. They slowly advanced forward, step by step approaching the tightly closed gate of Xiliang City.
Behind this solid shield formation, the rest of the soldiers followed closely in its footsteps, as if they were an unstoppable torrent.
A rain of arrows poured down from the Xiliang city wall like a dense swarm of locusts, trying to penetrate this moving barrier. However, those sharp arrows broke one after another in front of the solid shields and returned in vain.
The archers of Dong Chu were not to be outdone. They fought back with arrows flying at the enemy like rain. Suddenly some of the soldiers of Xiliang let out howls of pain and fell in a pool of blood.
Fan Yanmu commanded calmly, and his soldiers built a shield wall to jointly resist the dense rain of arrows.
In this intense battle, Xiao Zhixue was like an unruly falcon, circling freely in the sky. Her extraordinary abilities and unique understanding of the battlefield made her fearless of the enemy's defense.
She lightly sprinkled a mysterious powder, a poison enough to strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest warriors.
Even with the protection of shields, the soldiers of Dongchu could not escape and fell one after another. Seeing this, the morale of the soldiers of Xiliang increased greatly, and they burst into earth-shaking shouts and rushed towards the enemy like a tide. For a time, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the battlefield became a Shura field, with countless lives lost here.
After Xiao Zhixue poisoned the area again, she turned her attention to the area where the Dong Chu generals were. Those generals did not become aware of her presence until her figure approached and they could almost feel the temperature of her breath.
At this time, their archers were engaged in a stalemate with the Xiliang army and had no time to pay attention to the god of death who fell from the sky.
Xiao Zhixue's poison powder was like a mist of death. No one who was touched was spared. They fell to the ground one after another, their bodies shaking uncontrollably due to the intense toxicity. In the end, they could only spit out blood in pain and end their lives.
The fall of the generals caused the East Chu army to lose its core and become leaderless. Facing the ferocious West Liang army, the remaining soldiers were terrified and began to flee blindly, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in the chaos.
Fan Yanmu took advantage of the situation and led his men in pursuit. His sword flashed like lightning, and every enemy he encountered could not escape the fate of being beheaded.
At the same time, some captured Xiliang civilians tried to escape during the melee, but Fan Heng cruelly ordered them to be shot in order to completely eliminate the idea of escape in the soldiers' minds. In his military discipline, escape was regarded as an unforgivable betrayal.
After a short and fierce battle that lasted for a stick of incense, it finally subsided.
All the enemies who invaded the border fell on the road leading to the city gate and became the dust of history.
Fan Yanmu ordered his men to clean up the battlefield. The seized weapons were piled up and a raging fire was started. The corpses were also properly disposed of. This was a respect for the deceased and a warning to the living.
Xiao Zhixue quietly returned to the camp, folded up the magical hang glider, and put it into her special space.
Fan Yanmu watched her heroic figure flying in the sky. Her extraordinary ability greatly changed the situation of the battle.
Although he was full of doubts about how she could fly, he firmly believed that Xiao Zhixue would always find a way to create miracles.
When Fan Yanmu returned victorious in the battle and saw Xiao Zhixue, he couldn't help but hug her tightly in his arms.
"Thanks to you, we won tonight. Not only did we win quickly, but our soldiers suffered almost no casualties."
His tone was full of sincerity and he gently kissed her on the forehead. The soldiers around him looked at her with envy or admiration, which made Xiao Zhixue's cheeks lightly blush.
"Fan Yanmu, let me go quickly, everyone is watching us."
She pushed him away gently, but Fan Yanmu just smiled and didn't let go. Instead, he hugged her even tighter.
After a moment, he let go of her hand and locked his deep eyes on Xiao Zhixue, "Tell me, how did you fly into the sky?"
Xiao Zhixue smiled slyly and kept it a secret, "You'll know tomorrow."
Yawning, she left Fan Yanmu's arms and returned to her tent to rest.
The next morning, Xiao Zhixue got up, washed up simply, and went to look for Fan Yanmu, Ying Yi and Ying Er.
She planned to teach the three of them how to control the magical hang glider. When night falls, they will use these flying wings to sneak into the heart of the Dongchu Palace.
Fan Yanmu suddenly realized that the frame of the hang glider was carefully made by Xiao Zhixue in the blacksmith shop earlier. Those special nylon cloth materials were used to make this pair of wings that could soar into the sky.
Xiao Zhixue casually named it "Hang Glider", a name that was simple and appropriate.
Ying Er was very interested in this huge invention. He looked around and exclaimed, "Hang Glider, what a good name. Miss Xiao is really creative."
He expressed his admiration for Xiao Zhixue's skills without reservation.
Ying Yi was already so shocked by the huge wings he had never seen before that he was speechless, his eyes full of amazement.
With Xiao Zhixue's patient guidance, the three of them learned very quickly and soon mastered the tricks of gliding.
They tried flying repeatedly on the city wall, and each takeoff was accompanied by wild pounding hearts. The feeling of freedom of flying was indescribable in any words.
Fan Heng stood on the top of the city wall, looking at the four people flying freely in the sky, his heart filled with pride and comfort.
He knew that Xiao Zhixue was a rare genius, and he was determined to treat this talented woman as his own daughter.
If one day in the future, Fan Yanmu showed the slightest neglect towards Xiao Zhixue, he, as a father, would definitely be the first to disagree. If necessary, he would use his own way to make his son understand the importance of cherishing.
The night was as dark as ink. Xiao Zhixue and her group of four used specially made hang gliders and flew silently towards the inland hinterland of Dongchu like ghosts in the night sky. They carried a mission and also carried hope.
The night falls, like a huge piece of black velvet. The tiny specks of light cannot penetrate the thick darkness, but instead become their perfect camouflage.
They are like elves of the night, flying freely in the boundless sky, shuttling between the interweaving of silver light and inky black.