Chapter 298 The Relics of the Heart Demon Ancestor

After killing a Xiongnu cavalryman who climbed up the city wall with one sword, Chen Yuanzhi raised his sword and shouted to everyone around him.

"Bishui County is my territory!"

"These damn Xiongnu people want to seize our territory, have they asked us?!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

All the ruffians around him were inspired with courage. Wang Dacai laughed and chopped the head of the bandit who climbed the city wall. Like Chen Yuanzhi, he gave up leaving and chose to stay.

In the battle to defend the city, they had the advantage of terrain.

The battle lasted until dusk.

This team of Xiongnu was finally repelled by them. Chen Yuanzhi stood on the city wall, watching the black smoke rising around him and the pungent smell of the charred corpses.

There were wailing sounds everywhere.

Winning a battle could not change the situation. Compared with the entire battlefield situation, Bishui County was too small. It was so small that it would not appear on the table of the high-level officials of the Holy Dynasty. The results of the battle fought by Chen Yuanzhi and his brothers were like stones under the tide, inconspicuous.

Ten days passed in a flash.

After dozens of battles, Chen Yuanzhi's fear disappeared, and most of his brothers died. The brother who asked him if he was a hero jumped from the top of the city with a Hun three days ago, and his body was not found in the end. Wang Dacai was also injured. After a simple treatment of the wound, he continued to stay on the city wall to defend the city.

Two days ago, a large number of refugees fled to Bishui County. The surrounding areas have fallen, and there are Huns everywhere outside, killing anyone they see. Only Bishui County can still shelter the people. Chen Yuanzhi called on the young and strong among the refugees to join, and the team defending the city was expanded to 500 people again. Through these refugees, Chen Yuanzhi learned about the situation in the north. The second line of defense collapsed, and the Huns army marched straight in, leaving only their sporadic resistance.

The upper echelons of the court are still arguing about whether to fight or make peace.

The third army has not yet set out.

Everyone's eyes have lost their light, and they can't see where hope is.

"General, please drink some water."

Another unfamiliar face, this person Chen Yuanzhi didn't remember. Similar scenes have happened too many times these days. When the Chen family left, they left him some military rations, but how could these rations be enough? There is not much food in the city now, and ordinary refugees can't eat enough. Even water has to be controlled. Many wells in the city have been poisoned by Huns' spies, and only a few mouthfuls can be used.

Woo! !

A low horn sounded.

That was the signal for the Huns to attack.

Chen Yuanzhi put down the kettle in his hand, raised his head and looked outside the city. At this moment, many pictures flashed through his mind. He remembered his naughtiness when he was young, his father's hope for him, and his mother's concern.

In the end, all his thoughts turned into determination.

"Follow me to kill the enemy."

Chen Yuanzhi drew his saber and climbed the wall again. Bishui County repelled the Huns' attacks several times, and finally attracted more senior Huns nobles. Chen Yuanzhi's name also appeared on the opposite list. In order to show his generosity, the Xiongnu king granted these hard-core people on the list the right to surrender and promised them the status of Xiongnu warriors.

This time, the Xiongnu Zuo Chanyu attacked the city.

Unlike the previous attacks, Chen Yuanzhi climbed up the wall and saw a dense army, people like the sea, and there was no end in sight. Compared with this time, the previous wars were like a joke, and the murderous atmosphere of the battlefield was overwhelming.

"Brother, how many people are needed?"

Wang Dacai stood by and couldn't help asking.

"No matter how many people there are, anyone who dares to enter Bishui County will be killed without mercy." Chen Yuanzhi held his saber and laughed out loud.

The battlefield will change people.

People like Chen Yuanzhi who have experienced several battlefields will grow rapidly in character.

"There are too many people who can't win."

Someone next to him said in a trembling voice. This person was a local warrior recruited later. He had participated in a direct war against the Xiongnu in the north before and knew how terrible these Xiongnu were.

"Listen, people on the wall. I, the Left Xianwang of the Great Xiongnu, am recruiting talents. As long as you are willing to kneel down and surrender, shave your head and change your clothes, we will grant you the title of Xiongnu warrior and enjoy the same treatment as us Xiongnu people."

Someone below was shouting words of persuasion in official language.

Judging from the other party's attire, he should be an official of the Holy Dynasty.

Surrender and you can live!

Many people were tempted, and many of Chen Yuanzhi's old brothers were also shaken. The army was approaching, and fear was born. Although the Xiongnu people were not trustworthy, what if...

"Haha! My knees are straight, I can't kneel down!"

Chen Yuanzhi laughed loudly, and his voice suppressed the noise around him.

Then he raised his hand to grab the bow and arrow next to him, pulled the bowstring and shot an arrow at the traitor who was shouting below. He and Wang Dacai had practiced martial arts since childhood, and were proficient in all kinds of weapons. The arrow streaked across the throat of the person shouting below.

The surrenderer standing in front of the battle array fell to the ground with his hands on his neck, blood flowing out, instantly angering the Xiongnu behind him.

The Xiongnu Zuoxian King, who was sitting in the general's tent, raised his right hand and waved it gently.

"Kill."

The army attacked and killed towards the top of the city.

The battle officially began.

Chen Luo appeared in the city. The calamity energy he absorbed these days made his body stronger. Although he could not change the world, he could be regarded as a peerless master among ordinary people. He stood in the civilian house in the back, watching Chen Yuanzhi fighting on the top of the city, and understood the "calamity" more clearly in his heart.

The inner demon tribulation will not bring everyone to the top. Not all those who overcome the tribulation are like Elder Rong Ling, with a first-class official position and a highly respected minister.

The so-called calamity evolves according to each person's heart.

Chen Yuanzhi's 'catastrophe' was not that big, it was just in this county.

This battle lasted for several days.

King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu was completely angered. He never expected that he would waste so much time in such a small place. The Xiongnu warriors under his command also suffered heavy losses. Even if the city was captured, it would not be able to make up for these losses.

"Shoot him!"

King Zuoxian of the Xiongnu pointed at Chen Yuanzhi at the top of the city and said to the sharpshooter in the formation.

He originally wanted to duel with the opponent in the grassland way, but at this moment, he had no idea and just wanted to kill this person. The sharpshooters in the formation fired their bows instantly, and the strings buzzed.

call out!

A hidden arrow flew out in the melee.

"Brother, be careful!"

Wang Dacai, who was standing next to Chen Yuanzhi, pushed Chen Yuanzhi away. The arrow pierced his chest and blood spilled out. A large amount of blood splashed onto Chen Yuanzhi's face. He woke up from his semi-crazy state.

The world seemed to stand still at this moment.

Chen Yuanzhi glanced blankly at the growing number of Huns on the top of the city, picked them up with his backhand, and shouted to the remaining brothers.

"Downtown, if you can walk, you're the only one!"

Under his leadership, the remaining people quickly retreated into the city and used the terrain to fight the Huns.

The city was lost.

A large number of Huns rushed in.

The dense army was like black ink, quickly dyeing the city, and a large number of people died in the aftermath of the war. The grandmother who brought Chen Yuanzhi water and the commoner who called him general died tragically under the butcher's knife. Following Chen Yuanzhi's retreat, the brothers in the city also fell one after another.

Finally, in an alley to the left of the county government office, Chen Yuanzhi was blocked by the Huns.

There are densely packed enemies on both sides.

He was carrying the dead Wang Dacai on his back and holding a simple knife full of gaps in one hand. He fell into a desperate situation.

He swung the knife awkwardly.

But his body had long since lost strength and he was easily dodged.

With a 'pop' sound, a spear pierced his abdomen and was stabbed in the back. Wang Dacai, who was being carried by him, fell to the ground, but he no longer had the strength to help others. His vision began to blur, and he vaguely seemed to see his father in a blue shirt.

He stood on the wall and asked himself in a familiar tone.

"Why don't you leave? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I want to leave too. But the people in the city call me General."

"What will they do if I leave?"

Chen Yuan looked straight at the horizon and murmured to himself, his voice so weak that only he could hear it. At this moment, I seemed to hear my father's disappointed sigh again. He swallowed the last mouthful, his eyes became blurred, and he fell heavily to the ground.

A pair of clean boots appeared in the alley, and the person who came was the wise king among the Huns. A fat middle-aged man with a beard and a face full of flesh. He stood next to Chen Yuanzhi and looked at this man who was not very strong in confusion.

What makes the other party so fierce and fearless of death?

But this question is destined to have no answer.

Chen Luo stood at the top of the city, looking at the fading world, and the aura of calamity began to dissipate. This world that was temporarily transformed by a wisp of calamity energy dispersed like dust.

The inner demon tribulation is over!

"Responsibility?"

Surrounded by the aura of calamity, the aura on Chen Luo's body became stronger and stronger.

Densely packed silk threads appeared in the house along with the operation of the Heart Demon Art. He returned to Yunxiao County in Tianmu Kingdom, and he was still in the house.

The night was only half over.

The oil lamp on the table was beating, and the spiritual power in his body increased rapidly at an extraordinary speed. Faintly, he seemed to sense a vague aura, which was very similar to the previous calamity aura. At the beginning, he thought that this calamity energy was derived from the martial arts, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"The one on this thing?"

Chen Luo raised his hand and looked at his wrist.

The string of 'Ghost Temple Rosary' given to him by Patriarch Taixu was shining with a faint light on his wrist.

‘This is the calamity energy I refined. ’

In the external brain, the moment the heart demon ancestor's brain saw this ray of calamity, the corresponding memory immediately revived.

Outside Yunxiao County.

Two weirdos from the Ghost Temple stood in the middle of the old forest. The strange thing was that Xuanji, a member of the Xuanniao tribe not far away, did not notice them. The two men stared at Yunxiao County in front of them like ghosts, sensing the changes inside.

"This person really couldn't resist the temptation and absorbed that ray of calamity."

A hoarse voice sounded, the hatred in it undisguised.

"Any monk who is close to forming a pill will not be able to bear it after seeing this ray of calamity. As soon as he eats it, our plan will be completed." Another voice sounded next to them, and the two people were enveloped in In the mist, it was eerie and did not look like a living person.

"The death of the clan relative he cares about most will definitely shake Old Ghost Furukawa's mind."

"Go back and prepare to deal with Old Ghost Furukawa!"

The ghost temple monk in front withdrew his gaze, turned around and took a step forward, his figure teleporting towards the distance.

"The relics of the ancestor of the inner demon are not so easy to get. The curse of the ancestor of the inner demon remains in the rosary. Even I dare not touch Furukawa. Although he is a genius, he is a monk in the lower world after all, and his vision is limited."

As he spoke, this person followed the person in front of him and disappeared into the forest. (End of this chapter)