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Chapter 131: The Best Strategy is to Attack the Heart
There was an advantage to becoming a Golden Core Stage Cultivator: now, even when using the Barrett, Ye Huan only needed to aim the gun in the general direction of his target. Within a kilometer, he could lock onto their position using Divine Sense and deliver a fatal blow without the need for the cumbersome process of using a scope. This meant that even if Ye Huan found himself at a loss for what to do in the future, no one could likely kill or rob as effectively as he could.
With both hands gripping two Barretts, he pulled the triggers simultaneously. Bang! The deafening gunfire echoed, causing those Ninth-Level Practitioners atop the city walls belonging to the Southern Xiongnu Empire to shudder in unison. In the next moment, they clearly saw that the two Ninth-Level Practitioners who had previously slain Durei IV's two summoners had their Heavenly Spirit Caps blown off instantly, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere; they couldn't even withstand a single hit.
As for the Seventh-Level Warriors carrying the siege vehicles, they were even more disheartened. Without having seen Ye Huan, witnessing the instant slaughter of those two Ninth-Level Practitioners sent chills down their spines, and they nearly turned to flee.
On the contrary, those Ninth-Level Practitioners on the walls were somewhat stronger; they attempted to struggle free. However, as Ninth-Level Practitioners, could they truly break free from the grasp of a Golden Core Stage Cultivator? The answer was clearly no!
Having easily dealt with two Ninth-Level Warriors, Ye Huan figured that Durei IV and Weiyang should be able to handle themselves. Thus, he couldn't help but smirk as he looked at the remaining Ninth-Level Practitioners on the wall. The terrifying muzzle of the Barrett erupted with flames, and their heads exploded one by one, leaving behind decapitated corpses.
"Barrett, ah, if only it had a terrifying rate of fire like a Gatling gun," he muttered, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with the firing speed of the Barrett's bullets. He also felt uncomfortable wearing his Dao Robe after returning to Jiuzhou. So, Ye Huan decided to take off his Dao Robe and change into tactical gear. This was also why he had asked Weiyang and the others to leave the city walls earlier; after all, Ye Huan had no habit of exposing himself in front of so many people.
After changing into clothes he hadn't worn in a long time, Ye Huan felt refreshed and couldn't help but poke his head out over the city wall. He immediately spotted Regular Soldiers advancing towards Royal Capital Professionals from earlier and felt a twinge of annoyance as he frowned slightly.
With an army of over a million men, even if they were all ordinary people, it would take a hundred thousand bullets to deal with them—one bullet per person. However, even though Ye Huan's body continuously absorbed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy through his Golden Core and Summoning Book, he could probably only produce around ten thousand bullets at most—and those would be for an M4A1 assault rifle. How could he possibly kill all these people?
The more he looked, the more a headache began to form. Ye Huan couldn't help but withdraw his gaze, just in time to see the headless corpses of the Ninth-Level Practitioners, which sparked an idea in his mind.
He grabbed several Dao Robes that he had previously discarded, tearing them into strips and twisting them together. Despite feeling a bit nauseous at the sight of the bodies, Ye Huan tied the strips around the feet of these corpses one by one. Then, holding onto the bodies, he secured one end of the strips to a protruding section of the city wall and directly threw the corpses over the edge, suspending them above the city gate.
In siege warfare, attacking the heart was more effective than mere slaughter. Knowing that killing alone would hardly instill fear in the soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, Ye Huan resorted to tactics he himself found somewhat inappropriate. Yet, after witnessing the corpses of the Ninth-Level Practitioners, the multitude of Southern Xiongnu Empire soldiers who had been charging forward with loud battle cries suddenly slowed their pace upon seeing the bodies hanging from the wall. Their shouts became noticeably weaker.
This time, only about twenty thousand soldiers were dispatched from the Southern Xiongnu Empire's million-strong army. If those deceased Ninth-Level Practitioners were still alive, they could easily wipe out these twenty thousand soldiers without breaking a sweat.
However, it was precisely this realization that intensified the soldiers' panic. If even those powerful figures who had breached the royal capital were dead, what chance did they have? Thus, even with the gates of Huaxia Nation wide open, they dared not advance quickly, murmurs of uncertainty rising among them:
"Should we charge or not? It feels like there's an ambush waiting for us. Should we slow down?"
"I think there's definitely an ambush. If those Ninth-Level Experts are dead, what good would it do for us to go forward?"
It wasn't just the soldiers who thought this way; even their commanding officer felt troubled. Looking up at the city gate where the Ninth-Level Practitioners had fallen, he feared that entering would lead to a similar fate. Yet Sovereign Xuan Ziming of the Southern Xiongnu Empire had issued a death order: once Huaxia Nation's gates were breached, they must enter!
Resolutely making up his mind, the commanding officer quickly prepared to rally his troops' spirits. Just then, he witnessed something astonishing—the city gate of Huaxia Imperial Capital, which had been breached by siege vehicles, began to slowly close. The sound echoed with a resounding bang that could be heard clearly even from dozens of meters away.
"Is this heaven preventing us from entering? Forget it; let's retreat!"
Staring in disbelief at this scene before him, the officer cast aside his earlier thoughts and muttered commands for retreat. The twenty thousand vanguard troops slowly withdrew, while right in front of the Royal Capital City Gate, the Flame Sun Sword stood quietly embedded in the ground as if mocking these deceived soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire.
Standing atop the city wall and watching as this batch of accomplished soldiers from the Southern Xiongnu Empire retreated slowly, Ye Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief and called down to Weiyang and others that they could come up. However, even Ye Huan himself was unaware of just how much suspicion his little scheme had aroused among others.
Just as Zhang Ren had previously speculated, this time it was indeed Xuan Ziming who personally took command. In order to seize the capital in one fell swoop, he even dispatched more than twenty Seventh Level Warriors specifically to carry his meticulously crafted siege vehicle. Additionally, he sent a total of eight Ninth Level Warriors to occupy the city gates and walls. However, to his astonishment, all of them were killed, leaving Xuan Ziming in disbelief.
Frowning as he sat on a specially crafted smaller dragon throne meant for his personal campaign, Xuan Ziming murmured softly, "How could this happen? Could it be that the Huaxia Nation has experts I am unaware of?"
Whether there were experts or not was hard to say, but his enemy Ye Huan had already arrived at the Capital of Huaxia. At that moment, he was listening intently to Weiyang and others recounting the events that had transpired during this time. Ye Huan was so furious that he nearly cursed out loud. Furthermore, when he glanced at the million-strong army of the Southern Xiongnu Empire, a flicker of hatred crossed his mind.
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