Chapter 188 Liu Biao at the West Gate (1/2)
Chapter 188 – Liu Biao at the West Gate
The left finger pointed at the archers and javelin throwers' location. Another hot oil flash flood struck the lines of soldiers.
A soldier, who was the last person climbing Tong's target bamboo ladder, looked back to see what had happened behind him. Once he realized that an enemy general was stranded alone below the wall, he had an inspiration.
Instead of continuing climbing, the Imperial soldier drew his sword from the back and slashed at the bamboo ladder, cutting it in half. His friends who were on top of the ladder also fell to death as a consequence of his action, yet the soldier thought it was worth it if he sacrificed his friends to cut off an escape route of the enemy general.
With this, their death would not be in vain!
Tong also saw the soldier's action. He put a bullet into his head to vent his anger.
*BANG*
”Son of a $%@&!”
With the nearest ladder broken, Tong had no place to go as Zhu Jun's men surrounded him.
He already used his regen skill, so every injury he sustained would last until the end of the day. It was possible that Tong might get killed today.
He was angry, yet he was calm. On the contrary to the crisis, Tong's face was tranquil. The sight of the invading troops of Zhu Jun in front of Tong somehow soothed his mind.
'I must be crazy. Why am I find it relaxing from seeing so many enemies?'
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'Oh, you're the eight-question-mark. Wasn't you 11.19% before?'
'Maybe, because I admit I'm insane? Are you perhaps my [Insanity]?'
Tong laughed to himself. He thought he probably had gone crazy.
'I'm already fOOked anyway. What's the point of me for deceiving myself? I'm a lunatic! I'm a chunnibyou policeman! I'm an idiot mofo crazy bastard that enjoys killing humans like Ping! I'm a war junkie! I'm an avenging-craving-psychopath who kills Ping for millions of times to kill my boredom! As a matter of fact, I enjoy killing these fools, too!'
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'Are you serious?'
'Just because I admit it wholeheartedly, it has gone down!?'
Because Tong embraced his craziness, the [Sin] revealed itself to Tong without Lilith's interference. Besides, the percentage dropped in an instant.
While Tong was baffled by the system messages, Zhu Jun's soldiers attempted to charge at Tong again.
Seeing the incoming soldiers that ignored the hot swamp of oil on the ground, Tong cackled again.
”Well, if you like it when I admit I'm crazy, then let's go wild!”
Instead of turning back to climb the wall or looking for a nearby ladder, Tong took out another glaive onto his left hand. His right hand which still held the pistol pointed toward the dense pack of the crowd.
*BANG*
*BANG*
*BANG*
Tong felt like he was shooting down charging zombies instead of humans. The reckless charging soldiers were shot down one by one, a bullet to the head for each soldier.
At this moment, most of the ground in the radius of 500 meters around Tong turned into a hot pan surface. The ground temperature was over a hundred degrees Celsius by the consecutive hot oil flooding.
The ground was still wet, and the soft soil turned into a swamp. Vapor and white smoke came out from the field, indicating that the muddy, murky ground could cook anyone who stepped on it.
The charging soldiers were not aware of this fact. They stepped on the burning ground with their iron boots. The iron carried the temperature upward to the flesh of the soldiers' feet, and the fume of 100 degrees Celsius steamed them alive.
The sudden burning pain from their feet made the charging soldiers shouted and screamed.
”Wait! Go back!”
”Don't push! Retreat!”
”There's a trap on the ground!”
”Stop!”
The front soldiers who stepped onto the burning ground tried to tell their comrades on the back to withdraw, but the ignorant men from the back shoved and pushed the front soldiers forward. The front troops had two destinies, falling onto the ground by their friends, or getting shot by Tong's bullets.
The chaotic charged turned into a chain reaction. The pushing soldiers were burnt by the hot steam and shouted the same words to the troops behind. The forces from the back also pushed the soldiers on the front forward, killing them indirectly.
Tong did not pay attention to the commotion. He was absentminded as he only paid attention to the closest incoming soldiers.
Several cooked or steamed soldiers ignored the burning pain and reached Tong. By the time they reached him, their bodies and their skins revealed either black skins or red skins with blood vessels underneath the outer skins. They looked more like zombies than humans.
'They are really zombies.' Tong thought as he swung his glaive and severe their torsos.
It took Zhu Jun's soldiers ten minutes to become aware of the hot swamp. By the time they realized it, over 2,000 men were killed by the hot steam or from Tong's hands.
Tong also did not fare very well because he also felt the heat from the air and the environment. His skins had already reddened by the steam.
”General! Take the rope!”
The voice from his men on top of the wall snapped Tong from his trance. He looked back and saw a makeshift rope made of tied clothes.
'They improvised well.'
Tong grabbed the cloth-rope and climbed, leaving the vexing Zhu Jun's soldiers behind as none of them had stopped pursuing him.
He managed to get up on top of the wall in peace this time. As soon as Tong crossed over the battlements, three messengers knelt.