PNB Chapter 336 The Shattered Barbarians
Chapter 336 The Shattered Barbarians
The flowing steps could no longer keep up with the enemy's movements, and the hook-and-sickle spear trembled.
Zhong Ming abandoned the idea of using his spear to parry the enemy's punches, as that would drag him into the abyss of death. He was absolutely certain that as long as the opponent's punch landed, it would be enough to smash the spear into his chest.
He no longer held the gun with one hand in front of the other, but leaned back and gripped the same spot on the gun with both hands, pulling it down towards his feet.
He was like a corpse lying peacefully in a coffin, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, holding the most treasured possession he had ever used in his life.
Yangxi.
Barbarian: ? ? ?
“Lower-class integrity”.
"Shousanli".
"Quchi acupoint".
It's now!
Zhong Ming thrust his spear upwards, the spear rising and flashing with spiritual light. After all the spiritual energy of the entire dragon vein was poured into the spear tip, the "Spring Chill" unleashed an unparalleled power, piercing the barbarian's hand joint.
The spear twisted, and the barbarian's arm bent, veering to one side.
"Get out of here!"
The loud cracking sounds meant bones were shattering, and the force of the fist danced wildly across his face. Even if only a finger could extend from that charred hand, it could pierce Zhong Ming's forehead.
But he didn't.
A punch landed squarely on Zhong Ming's left ear, the fist embedding itself deep into the soil.
The barbarian pressed down, but then stopped an inch away from Zhong Ming in a position similar to a push-up.
Its mouth was slightly open, and steaming hot air escaped from the cracked corners of its lips.
He died at that moment, a death filled with resentment.
.....
At the front, at the very front, under the battalion commander's fire magic.
The barbarian leader looked up one last time at the magnificent cannon barrel that pierced the sky, knowing that it was a place he could never reach in his lifetime.
"You have failed, your fate is sealed." Beneath the battalion commander's fervent Taoist magic lay an incomparably cold voice.
He laughed, but the barbarian's rough face didn't look kind when he laughed; it was just ferocious.
Since this giant cannon is not destined to enjoy this gift, then you shall enjoy it.
He took out the treasure that someone had given him, which was said to be able to destroy the giant cannon.
"Let everything here be buried with me!"
"not good."
The battalion commander only had time to utter those two words before a terrifying shockwave of spiritual energy spread out from there.
Just as Zhong Ming was about to push away the heavy corpse on his body—a person this size must weigh at least eight or nine hundred pounds—a terrifying wave of spiritual energy swept over him.
For a moment, he felt as if he had gone blind, but what he saw was not darkness, but extreme white.
All his senses were suppressed, and he experienced a silence he had never known since birth. Everything in the outside world was cut off from him, and even the noises that were usually ignored, such as his heartbeat and the flow of his own blood, disappeared completely, leaving him with absolute silence.
After an unknown amount of time, he vaguely saw some black spots.
Fixed spots.
The sound of surging blood flowed again, as powerful as a tidal wave crashing against the shore.
As his senses returned, Zhong Ming felt a thirst for spiritual energy emanating from his dantian, and he felt as if he had finally come back to life.
He steadied himself and let the spiritual energy flow through all his senses.
The darkness before him did not dissipate, but instead grew even denser. At that moment, he could see clearly.
The unseeing corpse of the barbarian was still covering him. He pushed upwards with all his might, but the arm easily passed through him, feeling like a layer of charred sweet potato skin.
There was no meat at the end.
The entire corpse collapsed with a crash, turning into a cloud of ashes; in fact, it was just a thin, almost imperceptible, charred crust.
The barbarians' formidable physiques truly lived up to their reputation.
Zhong Ming struggled to his feet, shut his mouth, and took a deep breath using an oxygen stone.
The night is almost over.
The moonlight was no longer so bright, a bluish hue appeared on the horizon, and the sun's rays shone through the clouds, like a harbinger of a new day.
He sat up helplessly, looking around. The ground was littered with the severely wounded soldiers of the Shield Guard. They had spent their lives honing their defenses, and the aftershocks of an explosion wouldn't kill them, but serious injuries were inevitable.
The real casualties were among the warriors who, like Zhong Ming, fought their way in.
Zhong Ming, supporting himself with his hook-and-sickle spear, slowly stood up, staggered a few steps, and found the mother-and-child sword amidst the ashes.
Shouts came from afar.
I can't hear you, huh? Why can't I hear you?
His vision blurred, and he collapsed again.
.....
I woke up again in a corner of a large, "open-air" room, where the house was bare.
The first person he saw when he opened his eyes made him laugh, a genuine laugh from the bottom of his heart.
Zhang Youcai's face was as black as a lump of coal. He sat next to me, busy with something, with only half of his head showing.
"Wealthy".
"Captain!" Zhang Youcai had so much to say to Zhong Ming. His worldview had been shattered into countless pieces in this battle, easily crushed, and then mixed with ashes and the resentment of countless lives to be reassembled.
The way he had never seen or imagined before was like the unstoppable flow of a great river, rushing past him mercilessly.
"Captain, I'm scared."
"Don't be afraid, the captain is here."
Zhong Ming coughed, took out some water from his storage stone, and moistened his throat. The boy also took a ladle of water and gently brought it to his lips.
"What's the situation?"
Zhong Ming asked this question, and it was clear that Zhang Youcai didn't know where to begin.
"Where's the battalion commander?"
"Battalion Commander, the battalion commander is still at the very back of the medical area, I don't know..."
"Where's that brat Fang Qianqian?"
Speaking of this person, the boy finally relaxed a bit and said in a happier tone, "He's still alive, really, he's still alive, he's perfectly fine. He was dragged away by a very pretty older sister."
"Oh, that's his sister."
"..."
There was a few seconds of silence. Zhong Ming didn't know how to ask him. After hesitating for a moment, he gave up and instead gave an order.
"Hel me up."
"Captain, you'd better lie down for a while."
He was terrified, truly terrified. Zhong Ming was the only person he knew here.
"Then help me sit up. I'll be more comfortable leaning against the wall."
Zhong Ming wiped his face and gave a quick look. Good, all his arms and legs were intact; at least he wasn't seriously injured. Chi Tong was far away and shouldn't have been affected by the explosion. Xuan Jing's armor was taken from the treasury, so it should protect him.
The biggest fear now is that something will happen to Yue Kaishan and Chen Dahai.
"Shield Guard Battalion, what are the casualties of the Shield Guard Battalion?"
Zhang Youcai had no idea about these things. He was just an ordinary person, and it was good enough that someone took him away before the flood came.
"I...I'll go ask for you."
"Forget it...forget it...you stay by my side and don't go anywhere."