Free Web NovelChapter 93: Chapter 94: This Dream Realm is Too Realistic
’It feels great, but I’m not used to it.’ When a person’s physical functions were suddenly enhanced, it was actually easier for them to become uncoordinated.
An enemy soldier leaped over a carriage, swinging a War Axe at him. Hee Lingchuan parried it with one hand, spun around, and delivered a vicious slash.
Normally, the force of his slash would have heavily wounded the opponent’s chest and abdomen, sending him staggering back, clutching his chest and spewing blood. But the moment Hee Lingchuan swung his blade, he knew this time was different. It was unexpectedly fast and vicious.
He sliced his opponent in two mid-air, severing even the spine. The wind just so happened to be blowing his way, splattering hot blood all over his face and nearly blinding him.
As he reached up to rub his eyes, another Baling enemy charged forward to stab him. Commander Xiao kicked the man away and said to Hee Lingchuan, "Conserve your strength, or you won’t be able to lift your arm later!"
A battle wasn’t just about being fast, precise, and ruthless; it also required stamina and endurance. No one knew how long the fight would last, but only those who survived to the end could claim victory.
Hee Lingchuan spat twice. His saliva was full of blood.
The enemy’s blood.
The metallic taste in his mouth made him nauseous.
The last time he’d killed someone was in the Panlong Wasteland, and he had only used a Flying Blade. This was the first time he’d hacked an opponent into two bloody halves in close combat, spilling their guts all over the ground.
But he had no time to feel sick, as enemies were rushing him in an endless stream.
Before the attack, the Baling Army had noticed the carriage barricade blocking their path. Their most impactful cavalry definitely couldn’t get through. Their solution was to send their fiercest soldiers charging ahead to cross the barricade first and engage the Great Wind Army, buying time for their comrades behind them to move the carriages.
They had actually tried a surprise attack via the river, as it was right beside them. But that played right into the hands of the archers on the riverbank. Every shot was a hit. Men in the water couldn’t easily dodge, and by the time they struggled to the river’s edge, the Great Wind Army started skewering them with Long Spears like barbecue.
The biggest problem was that the Baling Kingdom was a landlocked nation, so very few of its soldiers could swim. Of the twenty or so men who entered the water, only two or three managed to get past the barricade and into the Great Wind Army’s ranks, only to be poked to death.
So, a portion of them began climbing the riverbank, preparing to kill the archers and use the high ground to shoot arrows themselves.
After Commander Xiao and his men dealt with the shock troops, they switched to Spear Halberds to stab at the enemy soldiers who were trying to move the carriages, hindering their efforts.
Everyone understood. Their side wasn’t trying to win, only to hold back the enemy until reinforcements arrived.
The battle was white-hot from the very beginning. Hee Lingchuan didn’t even have time to feel nauseous. After repelling another enemy, he whipped out the One-Handed Crossbow from his back and fired an arrow upwards.
SWISH! An unlucky bastard who was about to climb onto the riverbank was hit and tumbled down headfirst.
’Damn,’ he thought. He had clearly aimed for the Baling soldier’s head, but ended up hitting him in the ass. ’I really need to practice my aim. It’s way off.’
Suddenly, a colossal object crashed down beside him, shattering into pieces upon impact.
Hee Lingchuan looked and saw it was a carriage, which had been carrying two large chests. Now the chests had been thrown clear as well.
A Great Wind Soldier next to him yelled, "Watch out!"
Hee Lingchuan had just turned his head when the light in front of him was completely blocked by a mountain-like figure. Then, something slammed into him from below with immense force!
In that split second, he only had time to raise his arm to protect his face.
With a loud BANG, he was sent flying ten feet into the air and twenty feet away.
In that instant, his left forearm snapped, but the sharp CRACK was completely drowned out by the sound of the impact. Hee Lingchuan couldn’t help but cry out in pain mid-air. After landing, he tumbled several times and couldn’t get back to his feet at all.
It was the first time he had ever experienced the heart-piercing, bone-deep agony of a broken arm.
And that was with him reacting quickly, leaning back and blocking with his arm. Otherwise, that powerful blow would have shattered his jaw and either concussed or killed him outright. This type of attack was commonly known as a "Skyrocket." Those hit by it would be knocked unconscious at best or killed at worst; either way, they wouldn’t be getting up.
Seeing this, a nearby enemy rushed over to claim his head. Fortunately, Hee Lingchuan’s mind was still clear. When he saw the blood-stained axe descending from above, he managed to roll aside, dodging the decapitation attempt.
His opponent had used too much force, and the axe blade, glinting coldly, embedded itself in the sand barely two inches from his nose!
Even in the Coiling Dragon Illusion Realm, death had never been this close.
’Is this still a dream? Aren’t you supposed to feel no pain in a dream?’
Hee Lingchuan’s eyes flew open, his heart pounding wildly from the adrenaline. Before the enemy could pull his axe free, he kicked the man in the stomach. The latter staggered, losing his grip on the handle.
A Great Wind Warrior behind him saw the opportunity and lopped off the man’s head with a horizontal slash.
He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.
The man’s head hit the ground, rolled once, and came to a stop facing Hee Lingchuan. His eyes were bulging, and the expression on his face was truly indescribable.
The Warrior extended a hand to Hee Lingchuan, pulling him up from the ground. "Are you alright?"
Hee Lingchuan’s face was pale, his teeth chattering, and sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall. "I’m fine."
But deep down, he knew. Due to the effects of the Society Command, all the soldiers’ sense of pain had been temporarily dulled, a necessity for battle. In other words, when the Society Command wore off, his broken arm would hurt even more!
’Does a Dream Realm have to be this realistic?’
He cursed the Broken Blade in his heart.
"Your arm’s broken!" The man turned and yelled, "Aluo!" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
A Warrior dodged through a forest of spears and a rain of arrows to help Hee Lingchuan up, guiding him to sit down at the base of the riverbank.
Each squad in the Great Wind Army had a part-time medic. Aluo shoved a medicinal pill into Hee Lingchuan’s mouth. "Swallow it!"
The pill was surprisingly a little sweet and dissolved the moment it entered his mouth, flowing down as a sweet liquid into his stomach.
In just a dozen breaths’ time, Hee Lingchuan felt the pain in his left arm greatly subside. freёwebnovel.com
Under the enhancement of the Society Command, the effectiveness of medicine on the soldiers was also increased.
Aluo also broke apart a plank. He first set the bone and applied medicine, then used the wooden boards to firmly splint Hee Lingchuan’s left arm against his ribs. His technique was very practiced.
"This is just a temporary fix. If you make it back alive, you’ll need two months to recover!"
Hee Lingchuan grabbed his One-Handed Crossbow. "Help me load it."
With only one hand, he couldn’t load the arrows himself.
Aluo was taken aback, but still did as he was told and helped him load two Crossbow Arrows.
Hee Lingchuan took two deep breaths to calm himself, raised the crossbow with one hand, and aimed at the culprit who had just injured him.
Aluo glanced over and said, "You were injured by Meng Shan? Not bad, you actually survived!"
He gave Hee Lingchuan a light pat on the shoulder, then turned to help someone else. The more intense the battle, the heavier his workload became.
The man Hee Lingchuan was aiming at, Meng Shan, was a bear-like giant. He was a head taller than even a tall man like Hee Lingchuan, but his frame was twice as large.
His Heavy Armor was custom-made, two sizes larger than a normal person’s. Standing still, he looked like a Door Panel; running, he was like a roaring locomotive.
Previously, the ones who had crossed the barricade were all small, nimble men. Hee Lingchuan hadn’t expected a mountain of a man like this to be able to get over. In fact, clad in Heavy Armor, Meng Shan shouldn’t have been able to jump over at all. It was just that earlier, Commander Xiao and his men had played a game of stacking carriages, putting great effort into piling the largest carriage on top of several others and weighing it down with two large chests.
