Chapter 42: Drunken Delight

  The Zhang family, Chen family and Zhao family had a fierce battle. The Chen and Zhao families had already killed each other's men, leaving few remaining. Suddenly, the Chen family launched an attack on the Wang family who were watching from the sidelines in confusion. Then, the three families of Zhao, Wang and Chen engaged in even more chaotic fighting.

  For a time, the battlefield was filled with blood and corpses were scattered everywhere. The cries of agony could be heard even from far away on the walls of the village, sending chills down people's spines. This brutal massacre had originally involved nearly a thousand militiamen, but after this one battle, fewer than three or four hundred were left, each one wounded and exhausted.

  Lü Shi saw this and thought, "If we don't make a decisive move now, when will we?" He shouted loudly: "Brothers, let's fight our way out and wipe out these militia!"

  Having received Lv Shi's order, the eager Guo Tianxing excitedly responded with a loud "Yes!" and rushed down from the city wall, calling on his 300 brothers to open the gate of the fortress, shouting as they charged into battle.

  The Chen family had already suffered over 200 casualties, and this latest fierce battle had resulted in another 200 deaths and injuries. Only a little more than 200 of their able-bodied men were left to fight on. At the same time, the Wang family only had about 200 local militiamen who were desperately fighting against the Chen family, while the Zhao family had long since been completely wiped out.

  Chen Jialang's grandson is now truly exhausted, originally thinking of only destroying the Zhao family, giving the Wang family a shock, and then coercing the Wang family's 400 village braves to join forces with him to attack Zhangjiabao. However, things are unpredictable, and variables change too quickly. The first unexpected thing was that the Zhao family fought back desperately, causing heavy casualties on both sides. He had thought of ending this unplanned internal strife quickly, but unexpectedly, due to a series of mishaps, he ended up forming a deep-seated grudge with the Wang family, leading to another fierce battle. As a result of this battle, although the Zhao family was destroyed and the Wang family was severely damaged, Chen Jialang's 500 brothers were reduced to just over 200 able-bodied men, all of whom were wounded and exhausted.

  This is why? How could it be like this? Zhangsun repeatedly asked himself, but the answer was not obtained. What he got was the rumbling opening of Zhangjiabao, and the three hundred elite soldiers who shouted and killed out of Zhangjiabao.

  What else can we think of now? Hurry up and end this inexplicable and meaningless slaughter, unite and face outward together.

  However, it's easy to talk, but on the battlefield, everyone has already gone mad with killing, and no one has time to care about his thoughts. Now, they are all focused on dealing with allies who are attacking them, or being killed in the next moment.

  Chen Jialang's grandson suddenly found that the gate of Zhangjiabao was wide open, a group of rod-like men, wielding knives and guns, howling and rushing to the battlefield. At that time, all the souls were frightened, this is like taking advantage of others' misfortune when one's own family is in trouble, this is going to be fatal! For now, the best plan is to immediately stop the internal strife, immediately unite and face outward together.

  Then, brandishing a big knife and jumping with both feet, he shouted loudly: "Stop it, stop it! The stick is coming to kill us. Let's unite against the outsiders!"

  However, on the battlefield, where the cries of killing shook the sky, who could still manage to shout, and who could still hear his shouts?

  On the battlefield, everyone was crazily killing each other, and his own ideas couldn't be carried out. Seeing a group of energetic and fierce men rushing towards him like wolves, Chen Jialang stomped his foot: "Forget it, forget it, this time you win, I'll settle with you another day." Then he loudly ordered one of the brothers following him: "Hurry up and gather all the brothers, we're retreating!"

  But at this time, withdrawing from the battlefield had become a task more difficult than ascending to heaven.

  The Wang and Chen families have been at odds for a long time, and now they are all entangled together. How can they just retreat when they want to?

  Previously it was Wang's family head jumping foot, now changed to Chen's family eldest grandson jumping foot.

  Wang's hometown hero has already made a desperate move. Rather than dying from the stick, it's better to drag Chen's family down and burn them together with their jade and stone.

  Then Mingming saw Zhangjiabao's pole kill, Wangjiazi's younger brother was even more desperate, tightly entwining Chenjiaxiangyong, and the fierce battle continued. This round of rolling and killing was even more cruel and tragic. Even if Chenjia wanted to withdraw, they couldn't escape.

  To retreat, the king's family leader must be made to order a ceasefire. If not, everything will really come to an end. So Chen Jiaolong, the eldest grandson of the Chen family, led his few brothers and shouted loudly as they charged into the battle again. As soon as he entered, he was surrounded by the Wang family's militia. The eldest grandson desperately chopped down a young man from an unknown family who blocked his way, dodged a long spear thrust at him by another unknown person, and rushed towards the king's family leader, whose eyes were red with killing intent.

  The king family leader has entered a state of madness, dazed and confused, seeing someone coming to kill him, swinging his rolled-up knife and chopping at his head. Chen Jiaolong jumped back, using all his strength to hold up the knife with his own, shouting repeatedly: "King Leader, stop! I have something to say!" He finally managed to get in front of King Leader, anxiously shouting.

  But the king's leader had already killed his eyes, and he didn't care, continuing to swing his knife in a frenzy of intense chopping, his mouth letting out beast-like, meaningless screams.

  "Director Wang, stop it!" Zhang Sun was almost in tears, and had begun to humbly address Director Wang as "Uncle".

  "Big brother, the pole is coming to kill us! If we don't join hands to fight against it, both of us will die without a place to be buried!" Long Sun shouted hoarsely while blocking the big knife that was chopping down on him again without any technique.

  "Die, then die! I'll take you down now, you little bastard, to avenge my dead brother. Let's go to hell together!" Wang Shouling, covered in blood, charged again with a fierce and sinister laugh, like a devil from hell.

  It's no use, it's really no use, now I can only rely on myself to block the stick's attack and kill, call my brothers around me to block the crazy King Wang, and run outside the battle group to prepare for organizing my own brothers to block the stick army.

  The stick-wielding army arrived in an instant, but the three village braves who had already fought to exhaustion were no match for Tianxing's fresh troops. In a short time, they were cut down like vegetables by Tianxing's sticks and fled in disarray, their corpses scattered all over the fields.

  The remaining village braves of the three families, Wang, Zhao and Chen, supported each other for a while, but then lost their courage and strength to fight. The Zhuang Ding could no longer withstand that deadly pressure, let out a shout, and scrambled to flee in all directions like a burst dam, turning around and running wildly along the roads.

  No one wants to fight against the stick, against a team that has no hope. Everyone is pushing and shoving, scrambling to escape with their lives. No longer caring about the brothers by their side, no longer caring about the once-mighty Long Sun, no longer caring about the rules of the clan, no longer caring about the life or death of their brothers. Their minds are filled with only one thought: to escape this hopeless battlefield where defeat is certain, to flee back to their own homes, hide behind the gate, and never come out again.

  Chen Jialang's grandson watched the collapse of the militia, watching the battlefield that could no longer be salvaged, his brothers fleeing in all directions. No matter how he scolded and rebuked them, no matter how he directed the battle, he could no longer stop the tide of defeat. The brothers from Wuniu Mountain had never fought such an easy battle before. Seeing the militia's great collapse, their morale was boosted even more, each one shouting excitedly, their large knives and long spears flying about continuously, accompanied by heads falling to the ground, corpses collapsing one after another.

  The outcome of the battle was beyond Guo Tianxing's expectations. After excitedly killing two stubborn militiamen, he suddenly found himself without an opponent, and saw that the militiamen were trampling each other to death in their haste to escape. The scene before him was like a dream, with abandoned weapons and countless corpses scattered all over the ground. This victory had come so unexpectedly and easily, it felt unreal.

  Suddenly, a heart-wrenching cry echoed across the desolate battlefield. Following the sound, I saw a young man dressed in magnificent attire, with disheveled hair, lying on the ground and wailing loudly.

  No one went to care for him, his companions had all run far away, and the heavenly stars didn't go to care for him either. They just coldly watched as he wept. After a while, that person slowly got up, found a long spear, leaned on it and sobbed, lonely and alone, slowly limping along behind the fleeing troops.

  "This person is done," said Tian Xingzi. "This person's heart is done."

  From then on, Chenjiazhuang had an additional walking corpse-like person, who was always in a daze, muttering "why" all day long, until one day he fell into the river and was never seen again. From then on, the Chen family declined and never recovered for many years, not only losing people but also losing courage, losing momentum, no longer daring to go out and fight, until they were submerged in the numerous families of China and disappeared from view.

  Looking at Lü Shi rushing over in a hurry, Xing murmured as if in a dream: "Sir, it's all over. Over a thousand militia were defeated by us in one battle."

  Lü Shì also let out a sigh of relief, unsure whether it was the blessing of heaven or his own destiny that had brought him victory in this, his first battle.

  Are all crossers this lucky?

  Put down this idea, Lv Shi immediately woke up the still confused Tian Xing: "The master of the house, it's time to clean up the battlefield and count the captives and casualties."

  Their own casualties were almost none, but the spoils of war were beyond expectation. The piles of swords and guns, as well as the war horses that had lost their masters, had already made Tian Xing laugh with a twisted smile.

  Knives and guns are what the mountain stronghold urgently needs, but more importantly, war horses. Shaanxi was originally not short of war horses because it borders Inner Mongolia, which is also a place where the Ming dynasty's horse policy is implemented. Each rod has its own cavalry, but getting war horses is one thing, raising them is another problem, let alone rare ones like Chen's that are carefully fed and raised with great effort.

  On the battlefield, Chen's family left behind about fifty fine war horses. As he watched his subordinates continually lead a horse to report to him, Hou Tian Xing just rubbed his hands together and foolishly smiled.

  In this chaotic world, having a warhorse and thus owning a cavalry is the foundation of survival.

  "Sir, with these fifty war horses added to our own, who in this region will we still fear? Sir, this is the foundation of our survival, all thanks to your good fortune."

  Lü Shi's feelings about the meteor were unspeakable, but in his heart, he still thought that he was just using the meteor's power to rescue people, and it didn't matter whether there was this war horse or not, as long as he could rescue the Zhang brothers, he would be free from them, and take the Zhang brothers and their sister south, all the way to the southern regions, avoiding the wars of the past decade, and living a peaceful life.

  Collect it, brothers.