Gone With The Bustling World - Chapter 57

Translator: Antonia

The situation in the Sukesa Plain changed in every second. Bafang Army and the Slaughter Alliance had fought myriad battles here. The mountain of piled-up corpses attracted no attention anymore.

The ears were glutted with screams and cursing, the jarring sound of weapons clashing with sparks.

The wounded were moaning, while the living soldiers, drunk in killing, immediately chopped again on those who were alive. Under the feet was the greasy mixture of unknown staff, among which there seemed to be brains and blood, which made the ground slippery and smell terrible.

The long spears were broken; the blades blunt; the daggers bent. The ferocious battled could only be described as crazy!

Although in the upper hand in terms of numbers, either Binye or Liaomeng soldiers freaked out, in the face of Bafang Army’s desperate fighting back and their regardless frenzy eyes:

Those Bafang soldiers bathed in blood grinning hideously weren’t humans! They were demons and ghosts!

Within a day, the enemies almost captured the main site for a dozen times, but Bafang Army forged an iron wall with their flesh, against which the Slaughter Alliance broke their heads and bled.

The sun rose from the east to the middle and then to the west. The defensive battle lasted a whole day. The fight made the two sides into two giants who were at each other’s throat on their very last shot. In the end, both gasped and were severely injured.

In the distant, under the flag of the Alliance, looking at the battle on the Sukesa Plain, Yi Feisa, the Head of the Alliance and also the King of South Liaomeng, wore a pale face.

Messengers shuttled speedily one after another to report the latest situation, “Tianbin’s 15th Troop is in!”

“Xiongye’s 8th Cavalry Division is in!”

“General Huo Peixi is requesting for reinforcements! He said Tianbin’s 15th Troop can no longer withstand!”

“News! General Hong Du died in battle!”

“Xiongye’s 8th Cavalry Division is destroyed completely!”

“Wonu’s 6th Troop suffers a huge casualty. It can fight no more!”

“Xiongye’s 9th Infantry Troop requests to withdraw from the battle!”

Yi Feisa’s hands were shaking slightly: It’s been 12 hours! The Sukesa Plain was like a greedy giant monster devouring elite troops one after another. Countless elite soldiers and generals were lashed out, but Bafang Army was still in high spirit!

He simply couldn’t understand: What is going on? The Slaughter Alliance had painstakingly fought for three months. Lots of human and materials resources were invested; cost and sacrifice were paid. But they just couldn’t even take over the small Sukesa Plain.

He started to waver— Is this battle meaningful? Even if Bafang Army was devastated, they had also suffered greatly. This cost was too expensive. Was it worthwhile just to win the small plain?

He cursed in a low voice, “Damn you! Fang Junqian!” Then issued a command, “Beat the drums and withdraw! Fight again tomorrow!”

A whole day passed, and the bloody battle lasted until sunset. Both parties were exhausted.

When Bafang Army returned, the sun had completely set. The world turned dark, and everything became blurry.

The warriors were really tired. They had worn the heavy armors bumping on horseback for a day. Back then, they felt nothing in the high spirit. But now, as their mind relaxed, they began to feel the pain and soreness in their legs. They totally ran out of energy and couldn’t even hold the weapons.

Some soldiers couldn’t stand up upon getting off the horses. Their mates hurriedly rushed over to support them, pulling away the horses and taking off his armors. Upon touching, they found the shirts were soaked up by blood and sweat.

Bafang’s grain began to run out. Each soldier had only half a bun.

“Childe, you’re tired. Eat something.”

“Give the food to soldiers. I’m not hungry yet.” Childe Wushuang smiled slightly, his watery soft eyes radiant with gleam, deep as the starry sky yet blurry as fog of winter morning, elusive but intoxicatingly beautiful.

When talking with others, Xiao Qingyu always looked intently in the eyes of the person and nodded from time to time, showing due respect to anybody.

This gave the person talking with him an inexplicable sense of vanity and pride: Look, even the world-renown Childe Wushuang is listening to me carefully!

Hence, the generals and soldiers all loved their childe very much.

There were words that couldn’t be said with parent and that even their friends couldn’t understand, but Childe Wushuang could. Even if he didn’t agree, he respected everyone’s opinion. Hence, the words stuck in chests for many years could be said out with him, after which, by a few words of his, the depression in their chests vanished completely and mist dispersed.

“Yang Hu, could you please bring over Duke Fang? I have something to tell him.”

Childe Wushuang had an amazing memory and easily knew any soldier’s name, hometown and rank. This made ordinary soldiers feel flattered: Childe knew me!

This gift also made Xiao Qingyu be loved and respected more.

For example, now Yang Hu was like— “Yes, Childe! I’ll be back soon!”

Soon, Fang Junqian arrived.

Blood and fire sharpened a warrior’s demeanor. Wandering between life and death for a long time, Fang Junqian had cultivated in him the carefreeness of a superior, something that even himself wasn’t aware of. Now he was no longer the person he had been four months ago.

Others left.

“Fang Junqian,” the slender fingers pointed at the Sukesa Plain in the gauze of smoke, “I’m waiting for reinforcements.”

“Reinforcements?”

“I know they are on the way here. But I’m not sure if they will arrive in time.”

Fang Junqian raised brows, “And…?”

“Tomorrow, it will be the last battle! It’s a vital and dangerous one. I want to send you out of the battlefield in advance.”

“What about the Bafang Army?”

Xiao Qingyu was calm, “I have other plans for them.”

Hearing that, Duke Fang made a smile, one that was miserable, tragic, proud, heroic and fearless of death.

He silently looked up at the night sky, “There is only Duke Yingwu dying in battle but not defeated! I won’t go. I’d rather to face the result together with Bafang Army!”

How could Fang Junqian go?

Where could he go?

This game ended up either life or death! No third option!

He then bowed his head and looked into the pair of clear leisurely eyes, like quietly gazing at himself across space and time.

“Then, Fang Junqian, let’s wait for a miracle.”