bookcurios Chapter 236 The Four Generals of the Demon Family
Chapter 236 The Four Generals of the Demon Family
Ji Xinyan endured the pain, supported his body with his spear, and looked around.
"Cough cough..."
Ji Xinyan coughed violently several times, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and looked up at the city wall of Jiameng Pass.
Just as he was about to challenge again, Aoki's voice rang in his ears.
"General Ji, you are seriously injured. There is no need to fight anymore. Retreat!"
When Ji Xinyan heard Qingmu's voice, a trace of struggle and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but was immediately replaced by rationality.
But he also knew that his current physical condition was not enough to support him to challenge again.
So, Ji Xinyan took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, turned around and bowed to Qingmu, and said respectfully:
"Yes, General, I will obey your orders!"
After saying this, he dragged his wounded body back to the Zhou army camp.
Qingmu signaled to the soldiers around him to go and pick up Ji Xinyan.
After Ji Xinyan withdrew from the front of the two armies, Qingmu shifted his attention to the city wall of Jiameng Pass, secretly calculating the next strategy in his mind.
At this time, the four generals of the Mo family stood on the top of the city wall, looking at Ji Xinyan's back as he was helped away. The anger in their hearts was like a flame fanned by a strong wind, growing more and more intense.
Mo Lishou was so angry that he clenched his hands, and even the marten in his arms felt this unusual breath.
"Humph, how dare the Zhou army be so presumptuous under the city of Jiameng Pass!"
Mo Lishou growled, his voice filled with reluctance and anger, and completely ignoring his own actions, he accidentally pulled out a strand of the marten's soft hair.
The spotted marten suddenly let out a series of "squeaky" screams, the sound was sharp and aggrieved, as if it was protesting against this sudden "violence".
Mo Lishou was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and a trace of embarrassment and apology flashed across his face.
Then, Mo Lishou quickly used his big hands covered with scars of battle to gently stroke the head of the flower marten, muttering to himself:
"Oh, my baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Daddy was too angry and didn't notice you."
The marten seemed to sense Mo Lishou's apology, and its cries gradually subsided.
But those round eyes would still glance at Mo Lishou from time to time, as if to say:
"Be more careful next time!"
This scene added a bit of warmth and humor to the originally tense atmosphere.
Mo Liqing, Mo Lihong and Mo Lihai witnessed the whole process from the side. The corners of their mouths twitched involuntarily, and a hint of helplessness and amusement flashed in their eyes.
Mo Liqing coughed lightly, trying to hold back his laughter, and said to Mo Lishou:
"Old Four, your fury has caused trouble for the Marten. Let's discuss how to deal with the upcoming battle."
Mo Lihong echoed from the side:
"Yes, Lao Si, don't be angry. We have to guard Jiameng Pass. We can't let a temporary defeat affect the overall situation."
Mo Lihai shook his head and laughed, saying:
"It seems that our fourth child is not only a fierce warrior on the battlefield, but also a 'gentle killer' at home."
As soon as these words came out, a low laugh broke out among the four brothers, and even the soldiers around them couldn't help but relax their tense nerves, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed for a while.
However, after laughing, determination and coldness once again gathered in the eyes of the four generals of the Mo family.
They knew that the battle was far from over and the real contest had just begun.
Mo Lishou frowned, his eyes flickering with worry about the upcoming battle. He slowly turned around and faced Mo Liqing, who had a serious expression on his face, with a hint of anxiety and confusion in his voice:
"Brother, the Zhou army is approaching and their morale is high. Should we continue to send our elite troops to demonstrate our power and dampen their morale?"
Mo Liqing heard this and pondered for a moment. His voice was low and firm, like the unmelting ice in winter, revealing an unquestionable power:
"There is no need to send more generals. Among the Zhou army, only the leader can fight with us."
"In that case, there is no need to send any more troops out of the city to fight. The four of us will go out of the city to challenge the leader of the Zhou army and fight to the death!"
When Mo Lishou heard this, a flash of realization flashed across his eyes, and then he bowed his head respectfully, his voice full of admiration:
"Brother, what you said is absolutely right. Then let us, the four generals of the Demon Family, go out of the city to fight!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lihong and Mo Lihai on the side also nodded in agreement. There was also a firm light flashing in their eyes, and they did not doubt Mo Liqing's decision at all.
After a while, the four generals of the Mo family flashed like ghosts, leaving only a trail of afterimages, and then jumped off the towering city wall and went out of the city to challenge.
Outside the city gate, the Zhou army was lined up, with war drums rumbling and shouts of killing shaking the earth.
However, in front of the four generals of the Demon Family, all of this seemed insignificant.
They stand side by side, like four insurmountable mountains, majestic and awe-inspiring.
"Young general leading the Zhou army, do you dare to come out and fight with us?"
Mo Liqing took a step forward, his voice as loud as a bell, echoing over the battlefield.
Following closely behind, Mo Lihong strode forward with dust flying under his feet. The Hunyuan Umbrella in his hand gently rotated with his steps, emitting a faint golden light.
He shouted loudly: "Come out and fight quickly. This general's Hunyuan Umbrella has not tasted the enemy's blood for a long time!"
"Today, I will let you, a young boy, become its new sacrifice!"
As he spoke, the runes on the Hunyuan Umbrella seemed to come alive, flashing an even brighter light, foreshadowing the coming storm.
Seeing this, Mo Lihai raised his lips into a playful smile.
He gently plucked the jade pipa in his hand. The strings trembled slightly, making clear and pleasant sounds, but they seemed particularly strange on this battlefield.
Mo Lihai said to the Zhou army camp:
"This general is well versed in music theory. Look at this jade pipa. Just plucking it twice will make you intoxicated."
After he finished speaking, the sound of the pipa suddenly became passionate, like thousands of troops galloping towards him, which made the Zhou army soldiers feel chilled.
Finally, the marten in Mo Lishou's arms seemed to feel the tense atmosphere of the battlefield. It looked up at Mo Lishou with excitement in its eyes.
Mo Lishou patted it gently on the back and said with a smile:
"Young general leading the Zhou army, you should not mind fighting one against four!"
As it spoke, the marten let out a low roar, as if warming up for the upcoming battle.
The four generals of the Mo family challenged each other one after another, and the soldiers in the Zhou army camp looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling a chill in their hearts.
At this time, Qingmu became angry when he saw the four generals of the Mo family shouting like that.
So, he took a deep breath, circulated the vast spiritual power in his body, and his body was as fast as lightning. He crossed the battlefield in an instant and landed steadily in front of the four generals of the Mo family.
"Alright! Since you, the four generals of the Demon Family, are so arrogant and look down on others, then let me learn your true abilities!"
Aoki's voice resounded through the sky, carrying with it unquestionable majesty and determination, shaking the air around them.
After saying that, Qingmu waved his hand lightly, and a cold light leaped out from his palm and instantly turned into a long sword.
The sword had a crystal clear blade and emitted bursts of biting cold air. It was the Frost Sword, a mid-grade acquired spiritual treasure given to him by his master, Jade Ding Zhenren, when he came down the mountain.
The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, stirring up circles of frost ripples visible to the naked eye, demonstrating the extraordinary nature of this sword.
"Listen carefully, I am Qingmu, the disciple of Master Yuding of the Chan Sect. Today, I want to let you know that arrogance will eventually lead to bad consequences!"
Qingmu's words were sonorous and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the four generals of the Mo family.