Chapter 516: World Chapter: Book of Words

Ironclad City, a city as impregnable as its name suggests.

The reason for saying this is that the outer shells of all its walls are originally made of high-temperature molten steel that is poured and solidified. This makes its surface tightly fitted and at the same time has a smoothness that is simply impossible for human power to climb. Its solidity is so great that even the fire of a cluster of artillery vehicles can hardly shake it at its most glorious moment!
It is precisely because of this outstanding defensive performance that the Iron Armored City was chosen as the main city headquarters by the Haidu forces. Facts have also proved that it is worthy of the name Iron Armored, because looking back over the past few years, no matter how many enemy invasions it faced, or even the repeated attacks of monsters, it had never been captured head-on. The indestructible outer walls allowed the occupants to always remain invincible even in the face of a disparity in military strength!

Therefore, Tiejia City has always been known as the most powerful city in the desert, and there is a saying that "If you want to take down Tiejia City, you need to lay down a million corpses!"

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Compared to the famous and majestic steel city in front of them, the guards of the Ironclad City seemed a little listless at the moment. They were leaning on their swords and guns, sitting in various corners of the tower like defeated soldiers, looking a little depressed, as if they had just suffered a strong blow.

"Brother Lingchuan, do you think we will go to hell after we die?" On the city wall, a female soldier who was only 18 years old asked this question weakly in an extremely depressed mood.

Although the sound was not loud, it was like a stone suddenly thrown into a calm lake, causing the equally depressed soldiers around to prick up their ears quietly.

The Ironclad soldier named Ling Chuan, who was also the leader of the soldiers present, looked at the girl next door, Ling Xue, and hesitated for a long time before he replied in a hoarse voice, "Maybe."

Just last night, their team of a hundred people, under the mandatory order of the hero Kuang Tie, also participated in the military mission of transporting more than 40,000 "prisoners" to a place ten miles away from Hu Yan City. The scene of this night will be unforgettable for them for the rest of their lives, and it is destined to become a lingering nightmare for the rest of their lives!

A large number of unknown soldiers who were captured from nowhere were cruelly pierced through their limbs with steel nails, their eyes gouged out, their tongues pulled out, and then placed in a kneeling position outside Hu Yan City. They were all still alive at the time. Anyone present could see that they would die silently in endless despair until their blood was drained.
When two armies fight, it is difficult to define right and wrong, so killing is inevitable. But such a cruel massacre is ultimately against human ethics, and what is even more devastating is that it was not until later that Ling Chuan and others learned that those so-called "captives" were actually relatives of the soldiers of the enemy's Sandstorm Corps, and even many of them were captured in the past two years and secretly imprisoned in the dungeon of the Ironclad City!

In other words, this was clearly a massacre that had been planned long ago! Their leader, City Builder Miledy, had been capturing the relatives of enemy soldiers in the past two years, all in order to kill them all on this night and completely destroy the enemy's morale!
It was this bloody and ruthless act that dealt a heavy blow to the 100-man team; because no one could remain indifferent after seeing their own kind being killed so cruelly, at least none of them could do it.
"Brother Lingchuan, I'm wondering if we followed the wrong person. Why can the City Builder be so cold and cruel for a victory?" Ling Xue said in a weak voice, "What kind of victory would be worthy of such an inhumane killing? Unifying the desert?"

As if he had sensed something, a middle-aged soldier in his 50s sighed and continued, "So many families fell apart overnight. Perhaps even the greatest victory won't do."

Another younger soldier beside him couldn't help but said angrily: "Uncle Biao, it's hard to say. In the eyes of those bigwigs, let alone 4 deaths, as long as they can achieve their strategic goals, even if 40 people die, they think it's worth it!"

These words caused all the soldiers present to fall into deathly silence for a moment.

Just because they were soldiers, did they all deserve to die? Should they all be treated like livestock?
An unprecedented strange atmosphere began to brew quietly within the team.

"Hey, I heard that the Sandstorm Corps on the other side has been working hard to promote peace in the desert. They want to make sure there is no more bloodshed and war in the desert, so they rose up in rebellion."

"That lord whom people call the Emperor seems to have the idea of ​​expelling all heroes from the desert and finally leaving the desert to us soldiers to rule."

"I also heard that in the towns they occupied, the soldiers were free to live as they wished. At least they were no longer forced to join the army and fight."

"In fact, I have a fellow villager who was sent by the City Builder to perform a spy mission in the enemy's army. Later, I heard that he never came back. He was not killed, but devoted himself to the enemy's team."

"Do you think it's possible that the people on the other side are actually right?"

As more and more people joined in the discussion, Ling Chuan, a veteran centurion in the army, realized that something was wrong and shouted, "Shut up! If you don't want to be pierced by steel nails and then made into scarecrows and placed at the city gate as a negative example, then stop saying things that could easily lead to your own death!"

Among the soldiers, those who can become centurions not only have extraordinary combat and command capabilities, but also have a certain amount of experience and foresight! At least Ling Chuan has served under the Haidu forces for so many years, and he has seen at least eighty soldiers who were brutally killed by heroes because of their rude words!
At least based on experience, if the subordinates' remarks were heard by those heroes, they would definitely be killed on the spot!
However, as if things weren't bad enough, almost at the moment when Ling Chuan stopped everyone -

Bang bang bang.
Without warning, a series of light clapping sounds, like the sharpening of the Grim Reaper's scythe, which made people shudder instinctively, rang out.

The startled soldiers looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a tall and slender man floating silently from the city wall behind them, drifting into the tower like a god descending to earth. He had a special short silver hair, and his facial features were clear and three-dimensional. He looked very elegant and calm. The morning sun reflected on him, and it even reflected a golden glow, like a noble from an ancient country.

Under the power of the Han Dynasty; Book of Words and Spirits·Zhang Liang!
All the soldiers present turned pale and knelt on the ground subconsciously, "Master Zhang Liang!"

The huge invisible sense of oppression brought by the heroic aura was so great that for a moment, all the soldiers present dared not even breathe!
Zhang Liang just smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Well, brothers, don't be so reserved. The defense of the Iron City depends on you all. You all work very hard, so we can skip the cumbersome kneeling ceremony. Stand up."

"I dare not!" Ling Chuan lowered his head even lower. From the moment Zhang Liang appeared, the cold sweat on his back never stopped.

"Haha, I told you, don't be so reserved." Zhang Liang's tone was still gentle and calm, very approachable: "Everyone seems to be in a bad mood, what's wrong? Are you worried that the situation on the front line will be unfavorable to us?"

When the soldiers heard this, they all looked at each other, and finally they just lowered their heads and remained silent.

Zhang Liang just smiled gently and said, "If that's the case, brothers, there's no need to worry, because the enemy is now trapped both internally and externally. We have 30,000 soldiers blocking the front to prevent them from counterattacking when they are at their wits' end. In the rear, we have four armies in the southeast, northwest, and northeast to cut off their retreat. They are no longer able to launch a corresponding counterattack against us. Even if it doesn't work out, we still have Tiejia City, the most powerful city in the desert, to defend. In other words, you are safe now, and victory is at hand!"

After a pause, Zhang Liang added, "By the way, I also heard that you also participated in the military affairs last night, right? That's great. Under the command of our Han Dynasty, those who make mistakes must be punished, but those who make contributions must also be rewarded. You can be said to be one of the heroes of this battle. After this time, after completely defeating the enemy, I will report to the monarch and reward you one by one!"

His elegant temperament is fully reflected in his behavior. Whether it is his smile or his eyes, they all reveal a gentle and elegant atmosphere that makes people involuntarily attracted by his charm.

The most important thing is that the expected violence and killing did not occur. Instead, there were unexpected praise and recognition, which made the originally trembling soldiers overjoyed.

"I thank you, Master Zhang Liang!"

The soldiers all secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that Zhang Liang probably didn't hear their inappropriate remarks just now. At the same time, they were also slightly excited, subconsciously thinking that if this was the case, then their own camp wasn't too bad after all!

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Just when the soldiers were completely relaxed, the gentle man suddenly changed the subject and asked, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally: "By the way, what were you talking about just now? It seemed very interesting."

The atmosphere that had just relaxed a second ago suddenly froze again, and everyone's hearts, which had just been relieved, suddenly became hanging in the air.

"Huh? What's going on?" Zhang Liang looked back and forth at the soldiers on the ground, with a gentle smile on his face. "I just asked casually. Like I said before, you don't have to be so nervous. Just speak freely."

There was a dead silence in the room. Everyone was obviously panicked and didn't know how to respond.

After waiting for a while, the centurion Ling Chuan finally stood up and said cautiously, "Your Excellency, we were just exchanging some trivial personal opinions on the current situation. If there was anything inappropriate in our words, I hope you will be more considerate and forgive us!"

"Oh? Haha, is it just a trivial personal opinion?" Zhang Liang looked at the soldier in front of him and nodded as if he was very satisfied. Then he raised his hand gently without saying a word.

Suddenly, a terrifying demonic force as tangible as a substance surged in the space within the range!
Click.
Before the soldiers could react, a golden rope engraved with countless strange spiritual words appeared out of thin air and quickly wrapped around Lingchuan's body like a poisonous snake, hanging him tightly in mid-air!

(End of this chapter)