Chapter 67: Kill with Gusto (Part 2)
"Kill!" Yang Heng shouted loudly, and together with his father and younger uncle, they charged out to attack. The ones they faced were the auxiliary troops of the Turkic army, who were herding cattle and sheep in the rear. These weak and elderly soldiers were no match for Yang Heng and his two companions, making it an easy victory. Although these auxiliary troops had some fighting strength, they were ultimately just old and weak. If they had encountered ordinary Tang Dynasty soldiers, perhaps a few of them would have survived. But encountering Yang Heng and his father, who were like fierce beasts, meant that they were doomed to suffer a crushing defeat.
Especially Lao Die and the weapon in Yang Heng's hand, this is not a regular weapon, it's a two-copper iron broom, and it's an ultra-large iron broom. This weapon has lethal power not only on the pole itself but also on the branches at the front. Once a soldier is swept by these branches, there will be a big gash on his body. You know that they can't even wear clothes under their armor, let alone have any protection. These Turkic soldiers were hit by Lao Die and Yang Heng's weapon, it was a miserable sight to behold, each one looked like being whipped by millions of iron whips. Originally, Xiao Shu wanted to attack people or horses from behind, but he couldn't get to the front, so he could only supplement those soldiers who were not injured much with a stick from behind.
"Good boy, you've chosen a great weapon, it's absolutely fantastic! This is much more useful than any big knife or axe." Old Dad exclaimed while swinging the tree in his hand and praising Yang Heng.
"How could I not have come up with this, I'm taking the risk of offending readers by forcibly creating such a divine artifact. Otherwise, I really don't know what kind of weapon to use in this battle. You know, my old man's future is at stake in this fight, otherwise, who knows when he'll get promoted, maybe not until the year of the monkey or horse." Yang Heng thought to himself.
This battle, Yang Heng's plan wasn't to let his father kill many enemies. After all, no matter how capable a person is, they can only kill so many people. Even with this heaven-defying artifact, it wouldn't be possible to kill that many people. What Yang Heng needed was shock value, and if he could just shock General Wei Chi, then his father's future prospects would be bright indeed. Yang Heng's hands weren't idle as his mind continued to hum with thoughts, and before long, a smile spread across his face. Yes, his father's future really did look very promising now that the enemy's rear camp was starting to get chaotic - it wouldn't be long before their front camp fell into chaos too.
"Zhaoke man Hu Wei, Wu Gou Shuang Xue Ming. Yin Jian Zhao Bai Ma, Sa Duo Ru Liu Xing. Shi Bu Sha Yi Ren, Qian Li Bu Liu Xing." Suddenly Yang Heng's heroic spirit burst forth, and since he had been studying the Book of Songs all this time, his mind was naturally filled with ancient texts. So it was only natural that he thought of Li Bai's "The Brave Knight" at this moment, otherwise he should have been reciting "The Killer's Song" instead. Relatively speaking, the latter poem is more fitting for the occasion, but who let Yang Heng's mind be filled with classical literature at this time, especially when he thought of "The Brave Knight" while killing people?
On the left, a broom; on the right, a broom. Then another broom was added on top. Not only were the soldiers swept away into strips, but even the horses they rode became strips too. How tragic! It's really too tragic. But the more this happened, the hotter Yang Heng's heart became, and the more impulsive he felt. This was all due to a bad habit Yang Heng had developed in his past life. Let's put out this fire first. The leader restrained him from charging forward, emphasizing that human lives were at stake and they couldn't afford any accidents. They just needed to pretend to be doing something, but it was hard to hold back the flames of frustration. When he arrived at the front line to fight against the flood, he saw that the water had already receded. What was there left to fight? Was he supposed to pretend to be weak and fall off the dike into the water? But he couldn't swim either. Forget it, he thought, I don't want to be a hero only to end up drowning in the water. This frustration was suffocating him again. Heaven, do you favor me or not? Why won't you let me achieve anything?
Finally, I have the opportunity to participate in the exercise, and it's said that we're going to attack that big island. But, oh heavens, why are you being so unfair to me again? You let a traitor appear, what's the point of this? This time the fire is even bigger, perhaps heaven itself saw its own flames growing larger, and that's why it sent me to the Great Tang Dynasty.
"It's done, I'll leave with a clean slate and hide my name...". Yang Heng thought to himself, the fire in his heart burning brighter, his voice growing louder, even his movements becoming more forceful.
"Good, good, Brother Yang's poem is really inspiring." It's Little Niang again, she seems to admire Yang Heng too much, paying attention to his every move. As soon as Yang Heng started reciting the poem, she listened in. "It looks like this is a poem written by Brother Yang, let me memorize it first, don't let Brother Yang forget it after he finishes fighting, Brother Yang has forgotten many times what he said before, such as 'Di Zi Gui' and 'Sheng Ren Xun', I have clearly memorized them, but Brother Yang says he didn't say that."
Yang Heng really didn't think that his momentary boast would lead to him reciting a poem, which was overheard by the young woman. She not only heard it but also listened to the whole thing. After finding out about this, Yang Heng secretly apologized in his heart, "Li Bai, I didn't mean to plagiarize your poem. It's all because your poem is so timely and fitting for the occasion. This isn't my fault, it's not my fault! Even if I die, I won't admit that I said it. The little sister must have misheard."
"You little stinker, slow down a bit, don't kill all these horses! Don't you know that they're our spoils of war? If they die, what will we get out of it? And horse meat isn't even good to eat." The old man's tense mood had passed, and he began to observe the situation around him. Only then did he notice that many horses had died under his and his son's brooms. How could this be? He'd rather kill a few fewer people and capture a few more horses - after all, several of his brothers' families didn't even have any livestock yet.
Old Dad didn't remember that he needed to make a name for himself at this time, but instead thought of getting a few horses back for his brothers. "Aye, look over there, there are horses, cows and sheep, let's go in that direction, Little Uncle, or you don't have to fight with your staff, just be responsible for driving those cattle and sheep."
Who would have thought that a single sentence from Old Man would change the entire situation. At first, Yang Heng was still thinking of following the edge and fighting, not wanting to go inside, but with Old Man's one sentence, he suddenly remembered the horse. It's more convenient to rob those cows and sheep than to mess with the horses.
"Oh no, our rear camp has been looted, we'll soon run out of food and fodder." Suddenly a message spread among the Turkic troops, quickly throwing the entire army into chaos, even those who were fighting in the front began to panic.
