LRAB Chapter 159 There are skilled warriors in the army, but this is clearly not the case.
Chapter 159 There are skilled warriors in the army, but this is clearly not the case.
Chapter 159 There are skilled warriors in the army, but this is clearly not the case.
In the afternoon, as the appointed time approached, Anmixiu and Qiao Shefei arrived at the pre-arranged factory with six Netherworld Demons: Kulenk, Bakuru, Sharons, Basati, Sharuk, and Sabin.
The factory was located on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by abandoned farmland overgrown with weeds. It was rented by An Mixiu as a secret base specifically for discussing matters of rebellion.
"Captain, can we really trust what the armor summoners say? Are they trying to lure us here and wipe us out in one fell swoop?" Kulenk, still in his Netherworld Demon form, cautiously huddled in a corner, his body pressed against the wall, ready to unleash his power at any moment. If anything went wrong, he would pass through the wall and leave.
Trust is a luxury that not everyone can afford.
"Kulenk, don't worry, Xiaotian isn't that kind of person." An Miu Xiu patiently reassured him. These were all subordinates he had painstakingly won over, each one carefully selected from the Netherworld Legion. He couldn't let a little suspicion jeopardize his grand plan.
"Don't worry, Captain Qiao has a close relationship with this current cultivator, and Captain An Miu Xiu is also familiar with the summoner of the Xing Tian Armor. They would never do such a despicable thing," Sabin in human form added, trying to persuade him.
Among all the Netherworld Demons, he was the one most enthusiastic about rebellion, not only because he had fallen in love with this blue planet, but also because his respected Captain Qiao had found the meaning of life, and as a die-hard fan, he would not allow anyone else to disturb such a life.
"That's hard to say!" Barcelona said with a sneer, his voice full of mockery. "There's an old saying on Earth: you can know a person's face but not their heart. If it were me, I can't guarantee I wouldn't be tempted by such a good opportunity."
"Barça Di." Qiao Shefei glanced at Barça Di. At this moment, he seemed to have transformed back into the captain of the Purple Nether Squad who had vowed to lead troops back to Ares two thousand years ago. With just one look, Barça Di fell silent and lowered his head.
"Whether we're tempted or not, we're already here. Even if it's a trap, so what?" Shahruk said confidently, unconcerned. "I refuse to believe that the seven of us can't defeat their mere two suits of armor!"
Then he noticed that his comrades, who had been spouting nonsense, had suddenly fallen silent.
Some people turned their faces away, pretending to look at the cracks in the wall; others lowered their heads and began to study the ants on their ground—everyone was doing their own thing, and no one picked up on his conversation.
Somewhat bewildered, Shahruk looked around at everyone present, scratched his head, and asked, puzzled, "Is there a problem?"
Barcelona glanced at Shah Rukh, thinking, "Has this guy never been hammered by the God of War, Xing Tian? Normally, he can take on two opponents without being at a disadvantage; now that he's upgraded, he can easily take on three, if not seven. The only question is whether the Vajra Armor has been upgraded. If it has, then their presence here is just free kills."
It's not that he lacks confidence; it's that reality doesn't allow him to be confident.
"Is everyone here?"
An hour later, Russell, Xiaotian, Xiaogang, and Xiaofei arrived as agreed.
Although Xiao Fei had his own career and the two marks planted in his mind by Lu Fa, he wasn't very interested in fighting the Netherworld Demon.
But that was in the past. Now it's time for the final battle, and there's Russell, a top-tier foreign aid. As Fei Ying Kai Shen's summoner, he naturally can't stand aside.
An Miu nodded and introduced Kulenk and the others one by one. The others were fine, but when he introduced Sabin, Xiao Tian, Xiao Fei, and Xiao Gang looked at each other in bewilderment.
Dude, who are you? Are you even a nobody in the Underworld Demons?
The three exchanged glances, all asking if this guy was the one they had sealed away before. Then they all shook their heads, indicating that they hadn't sealed him away.
Now, the three of them had even stranger expressions. Wait a minute, there were twenty-four Netherworld Demons including Lu Fa, the number was correct, so where did this guy come from? Did he just sneak in?
Russell also gave Sabin a deep look. This guy was a rare combination of wisdom and courage, but unfortunately he was unlucky. He always ran into a fool like Kufens and was crushed twice by the Vajra Armor summoned by Kufens.
However, this is not a big problem. As I said before, one more or one less Sabin will not make a difference. As long as they sincerely surrender, they will not refuse anyone.
Xiao Tian, representing the armored forces, promised Shabin and the other Netherworld Demons that as long as they did not indiscriminately kill innocent people and abided by Earth's laws, they would accept their arrival on behalf of Earth. Russell, as a witness, provided a binding contract.
The contract floated out from his palm, slowly unfurling like a scroll, hovering in mid-air. It was entirely purple-gold, with dense runes flowing across its surface, radiating a chilling spiritual pressure.
This contract can not only prevent the effects of the rallying order, but also subtly strip away the sins of greed, anger, and ignorance from their bodies without breaking the law, allowing them to slowly return to their original state.
Conversely, if they break the rules, the backlash of the curse will not completely erase their lives, but it will severely damage their vitality, cause them to burn continuously, and release their location information to the three-person armored squad around the clock.
After explaining the effects of the contract, Russell presented it to the crowd and said, "If there are no objections, drip a drop of blood on it."
Sharons opened his mouth, then couldn't help but scoff: "It's laughable that King Peel didn't recruit such a talented genius like you, leaving you as an unknown cosmic werewolf."
"King Peel? What King Peel? King Louis is in power in Ares now," Russell said, feigning surprise.
"What!?" Upon hearing this, An Miu Xiu, Qiao Shefei, and the others all turned their gazes to Russell, staring intently at him.
"Oh, right, you've been away from Ares for too long, you probably don't know about this." Russell feigned realization, tapped his forehead with his knuckles, and then solemnly said, "King Peel has long since stepped down. He's currently imprisoned in the cosmic prison for embezzlement."
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For a moment, whether it was An Mixiu, Qiao Shefei, or the other Netherworld Demons, they all felt a strong sense of absurdity.
King Peel could be removed from office for various crimes, but not for corruption.
For no other reason than that the charge was too minor and clearly a pretext; there must be another reason for his resignation.
But that's no longer important. In any case, King Peel lost everything he cherished.
There is nothing in the world more joyful than knowing that your enemy is in trouble.
This is retribution. This is the law of nature. This is the fate he deserved.
A few minutes later, the signed contract was completed in duplicate, and each copy ended up in the hands of Xiao Tian and An Mi Xiu.
"Very good, everyone is here now. I'll announce the battle plan. An Miu Xiu, take notes." Russell relaxed his shoulders. Apart from Qing Zizai's karma being maxed out, the karma values of An Miu Xiu, Qiao Shefei, Xiao Tian, Xiao Fei, Xiao Gang, Huan Ying, and Youzi were all at 80%. It was time for him to settle this matter.
"Okay." An Miu nodded solemnly, took out his pen and notebook, and got ready.
"First, take out your phone," Russell said seriously.
"Huh?" An Miu looked up in surprise, and Russell glared at him: "What do you mean 'huh'? Just do it."
"oh."
After An Miu Xiu took out his phone and unlocked the screen, Russell continued, "Then open the ticketing system and buy eight tickets using your current identities. Go anywhere you like, just don't stay in Hope City."
"Why?" Anmishiu asked, puzzled.
"Since you've decided to give up killing, let's start from this moment." Russell smiled and looked at Anmicius and the people behind him: "This battle is the final battle, and we can't avoid turning our swords against each other. You don't want to raise your swords against your former comrades-in-arms, do you?"
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"————" The response he received was the silence of a ghostly demon.
They were indeed unwilling to follow Lufa's orders anymore, but they were even less willing to fight to the death with their former comrades who had entrusted their lives to them.
"It's settled then."
On the official road, more than 20,000 black-armored cavalrymen galloped along the road.
The sound of horses' hooves was like muffled thunder, shaking the earth slightly, and the dust they raised blotted out the sky.
The cavalrymen were fully armored, with swords and spears everywhere, their military bearing solemn. Only the panting of their horses and the clanging of their armor mingled together.
This is the Yue Family Army under the command of the Zhenfu Shi of Jizhou and Guangji prefectures, personally appointed by Emperor Zhao. And their undisputed military soul, General Yue Fei, is leading the charge at the very front of the army.
Lu Mingfei, Li Kui, Yue Yun, and several of his close confidants lagged slightly behind him.
Lu Mingfei is very different now than when he first arrived.
Clad in a well-fitting suit of iron armor, with two arm-length heavy axes crossed behind him, he rode on horseback, his upright posture exuding not only strength but also an indescribable spirit.
He transmigrated here at the end of January of the second year of Jianyan, and now it is December of the third year of Jianyan, so he has spent a whole year in this world.
In that year, he fought in over a hundred battles, large and small, and his hands bore countless lives. He was no longer the naive young man he once was; he was now a true man of steel, forged through water, fire, and bloodshed!
Now, Han Shizhong is trapped in Changshe and the Emperor is trapped in Nanyang. They are on the Emperor's orders to rush to the rescue. The Jin army is powerful and both routes are in dire need. Yue Fei did not hesitate at all. He mustered his troops and set off day and night, taking the route through Yanling, to borrow troops from Du Chong, the garrison commander of Yanling.
Unfortunately, Du Chong had many disagreements with the Jin people. He occupied Yanling, held military power, and neither took the initiative to attack nor responded to the court's orders. Yue Fei sent people to negotiate, but Du Chong made excuses, saying that there was not enough food or that his troops were exhausted. In short, he just kept delaying. Helpless, Yue Fei had no choice but to order his troops to set up camp on the plain outside the city and make further plans.
A short while later, a campsite covering the hilltop was set up on a high ground less than ten miles from Yanling.
As the evening glow filled the sky, Lu Mingfei, dressed in light armor, stood on the hillside, gazing at the distant city of Yanling.
Du Chong, whose fellow villager was already trapped in Nanyang by Jin Wuzhu, refused to move an inch, clearly courting death.
Over the past year, the Zhao official who had transmigrated had become aware of his existence. At first, he thought that this Zhao official had seen the Dragon Clan, but after exchanging letters a few times, he realized that he was wrong. Zhao Jiu had never seen the Dragon Clan at all, which gave him some relief. Otherwise, with such an information asymmetry, he would have been easily manipulated.
"Yu Ning." Yue Yun's voice came from behind Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei turned around and nodded slightly: "Hui Qing."
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Yu Ning is Lu Mingfei's courtesy name, given to him by Yue Fei. Yue Fei said that Yu means to shine and Ning means peace and tranquility. Therefore, Yu Ning means brilliant and peaceful.
"I'm afraid Du Chong is going to rebel."
Yue Yun spoke coldly. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but his years of military service made him look much older than his actual age. At this moment, his tone carried a hint of suppressed anger, much like his father's imposing presence: "Now the Emperor is doing his utmost to resist the Jin and is making good use of military generals. The situation is very favorable, but Du Chong is guarding the city and refusing to come to the Emperor's aid. He is truly despicable and hateful!"
Lu Mingfei winked at Yue Yun and decisively suggested, "How about we sneak in tonight and take him out?"
This world lacked spiritual energy, so he switched to cultivating the Great Feng Martial Arts. Now he is a genuine sixth-rank martial artist, and killing a civil official is a piece of cake for him.
"Let's forget it." Yue Yun shook his head without any hesitation.
Lu Mingfei's fighting prowess was known throughout Yue Fei's army. In the past year, he had led his troops into countless battles, achieving numerous feats of military merit, including being the first to scale enemy lines, breaking through enemy lines, beheading enemy generals, and capturing enemy flags. Even the most arrogant and fierce soldiers treated this self-taught commander Lu with utmost respect and obedience.
When this guy said he'd sneak in and kill Du Chong in the dark, he wasn't just talking; he really had that idea.
Yue Yun knew that if he didn't stop him, Lu Mingfei would change into night clothes tonight, climb over the city wall, sneak into Du Chong's bedroom, and then tomorrow morning, Du Chong's head would be hanging on the city gate.
Although he also wanted to execute Du Chong on the spot, it was reasonable but illegal.
Even if Du Chong is a scoundrel, he is still an official appointed by the imperial court and a garrison commander personally appointed by the emperor. Killing an official appointed by the imperial court without an imperial decree would likely result in punishment if his father found out. In that case, Lu Mingfei, being thick-skinned and tough, would be fine after receiving dozens of lashes and would be eating and drinking as usual the next morning. But Du Chong would be in a terrible situation.
"You chickened out, you chickened out." Lu Mingfei pursed his lips in disgust and shook his head at Yue Yun.
"Provocation won't work on me." Yue Yun chuckled twice, refusing to fall for it no matter what.
Having no other choice, Lu Mingfei had to abandon his plan to eliminate Du Chong in the dark: "What did the general say?"
"What else can we say?" Yue Yun sighed. "Naturally, we are here to await the Emperor's decree and keep an eye on Du Chong, lest he really can't hold on and surrender the city. The situation in the west is already in complete disarray. If this place falls as well, we will be the sinners of the Song Dynasty."
"Then let's just tough it out." Lu Mingfei also let out a sigh of relief.
If only the chat group were still around, he wondered how far things had progressed on his boss's side. He just hoped that one day the sky would suddenly crack open and his boss, Luo, Xiao Yan, and Ye Fan would descend from the sky and say to him, "Mingfei, we've come to save you."
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