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Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Four: Wolf Fang Strike
Xuan Ziming had a well-calculated plan. In order to reduce the number of members from Dragon Hall, he dispatched hundreds of thousands of troops to the major cities along the borders of Northern Liang and Star of Heaven, as well as to Beiyuan City, which was on the route to the Southern Xiongnu Empire. Not knowing which path Ye Huan would take, he decided to strike at both cities, waiting for Ye Huan to arrive so he could deliver a decisive blow.
Additionally, for the sake of the city's safety, Xuan Ziming specifically instructed that nighttime guards be strengthened. As a result, the walls of Sky Star City were heavily fortified with sentries every five steps and posts every ten steps. Unless there was a change in guard, it would be nearly impossible for anyone to infiltrate Sky Star City.
Suddenly, a sharp bayonet pierced through flesh with a dull thud. Nearly two hundred soldiers stationed on the city wall, preparing for a shift change, were ambushed by the most ruthless members of Dragon Hall. A few lucky ones who initially escaped soon felt the searing pain of bullets piercing their chests; Dragon Hall members had used M4A1 assault rifles equipped with silencers to eliminate any chance of survival.
In the blink of an eye, those two hundred defenders lay dead at the hands of Dragon Hall's members. Perhaps even Xuan Ziming would not have anticipated that after two months of aggressive siege tactics, Dragon Hall would resort to such stealthy methods.
Calmly observing the corpses before him, Yang Guangyao felt no stirrings of emotion. Instead, he signaled to Lo Shaobin with a gesture they had previously agreed upon, indicating that they could disperse and attack freely.
Meanwhile, from a distance inside a Military Hummer, Ye Huan watched this scene unfold clearly. He even saw Dragon Hall members who had been stationed at the base of the wall using bayonets to climb slowly toward the highest point of Sky Star City, a smile creeping onto his face.
The two hundred seventy members of Dragon Hall each possessed professional skills above level eight. With Ye Huan having transformed them into cultivators and provided them with equipment, their dispersal meant that any one of them would likely instill more fear than death itself.
Perhaps validating Ye Huan's thoughts, for an entire hour, wherever the scattered members of Dragon Hall went on the walls of Sky Star City, they could hear the muffled sounds of Southern Xiongnu soldiers either having their throats slit or being shot through the chest. Not a single defender from the Southern Xiongnu Empire was left alive. Even more astonishing was that after an hour of slaughter, there was no commotion within Sky Star City—this demonstrated just how high the individual combat quality of Dragon Hall's members truly was.
Taking a deep breath and sensing a strong metallic scent in the air, Ye Huan put away his binoculars. No longer worried about Dragon Hall's members, he lay down on top of the Military Hummer for a deep sleep. Just as he settled down, he muttered something that would surely provoke hatred if heard by others: "If I had known earlier, I should have just trained them to be assassins instead of going through all this military rigmarole."
Assassins and soldiers are two distinctly different concepts; applying them to Dragon Hall's members was not an exaggeration at all. After swiftly eliminating the Southern Xiongnu soldiers stationed on the walls of Sky Star City like dark night assassins, they quickly regrouped under the leadership of squad leaders Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin and began descending from the walls into Sky Star City, casting a shadow of death over its reconstruction.
On this dark and windy night, it was time for killing and arson!
The next day, as the sunlight once again illuminated the land, Ye Huan slowly awakened from his beautiful dreams. Originally, as a Cultivator, Ye Huan didn’t need to sleep, but the habit he had developed over time still made him view sleeping as a necessary indulgence.
Rubbing his slightly drowsy eyes and stretching comfortably, Ye Huan picked up the telescope beside him and gazed toward Sky Star City. Regardless of whether the soldiers guarding Sky Star City had perished at the hands of the Dragon Hall members, the city gates were wide open, which instantly lifted Ye Huan's spirits.
He skillfully started the military Hummer, pressed down on the throttle, and hummed an unknown tune. The military Hummer he drove sped toward Sky Star City without hesitation, even passing through the unguarded gates as if Sky Star City were his own home.
In fact, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable to say that Sky Star City belonged to the Ye Family. As soon as Ye Huan entered Sky Star City, he noticed Dragon Hall members standing in two neat rows along both sides of the road, their backs straight. Anyone unaware of the situation would surely think they were awaiting inspection from a high-ranking general.
After gently pressing the brakes and stopping the military Hummer, Ye Huan climbed out of the vehicle and quickly spotted Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin among the crowd. He walked up to them and lightly patted their shoulders, saying softly, “Well done…”
Hearing Ye Huan’s praise made Yang Guangyao and Lo Shaobin feel a bit awkward. After a brief silence, it was Lo Shaobin who stepped forward to ask a question that left Ye Huan uncertain: “Young Master, what should we do with the captives?”
Captives?
Scratching his head, Ye Huan suddenly remembered that since these soldiers were not those detestable Japanese invaders, there was indeed no need for a complete massacre of the Southern Xiongnu Empire’s soldiers. However, if they were kept alive, would Ye Huan have to allocate some of his already limited Dragon Hall members to manage them?
The more he thought about it, the less feasible it seemed. Ye Huan decided it was best to clarify things first and turned his gaze back to Lo Shaobin, asking, “So how many captives do we have?”
“Not many. There are fifty thousand surrendered soldiers in total from Sky Star City—forty thousand Southern Xiongnu Soldiers and ten thousand Original Huaxia Soldiers.”
Perhaps due to having grown accustomed to large-scale situations alongside Ye Huan, Lo Shaobin casually referred to fifty thousand soldiers as “not many,” which made Ye Huan scoff. He was disdainful not only of Lo Shaobin’s choice of words but also of how they had managed to leave behind so many captives. Now Ye Huan was at a loss for what to do.
To be fair, it wasn’t entirely the Dragon Hall members’ fault. As an ambush team, they had been exceedingly cautious. However, after killing so many people, they found themselves unable to deal with all the bodies. Eventually, when Dragon Hall members infiltrated Sky Star City’s Guard headquarters, they were discovered by soldiers who had gone out for a quick bathroom break—hence the large number of captives.
Before Ye Huan could devise a plan for handling these captives, Yang Guangyao seemed to remember something and hurriedly spoke up: “By the way, Young Master, we saw something interesting on the city wall last night. You might want to take a look!”
Interesting?
Pondering what could possibly be interesting on the city wall while feeling somewhat irritated about the captives situation, Ye Huan nodded heavily in agreement and signaled for Yang Guangyao to lead the way.
After a short while, following Yang Guangyao up onto the city wall without needing him to say anything further, Ye Huan noticed several items used on the battlefield. Among them was a crossbow that had previously caused them significant trouble at Beiyuan City and a peculiar elm board shaped like a paddle. It was densely covered with ten-inch steel spikes and measured about one point five meters long and one point three meters wide. If this were struck against someone’s body, it would likely create multiple gaping wounds instantly—truly chilling.
However, it felt like he had seen this thing in some book before. After recalling various ancient battlefield weapons, Ye Huan couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, isn't this the Wolf Fang Strike?!"
The Wolf Fang Strike had 3,200 steel spikes, two iron rings at the front and back, tied together with ropes and suspended from a pulley on the city wall. When the enemy attacked the city, the Wolf Fang Strike would be hoisted high and then dropped heavily to strike the enemies below. The spikes were sharp on all sides, preventing the enemy soldiers from retaliating. However...
Staring at the Wolf Fang Strike in front of him, Ye Huan finally understood why he hadn't recognized it at first. The length of the steel spikes on this Wolf Fang Strike was three times that of what he knew. If this suddenly appeared during a siege, those unaware would suffer a significant loss.
'This thing can't be something Xuan Ziming specifically designed to deal with Dragon Hall, can it?'
Suddenly, this thought popped into his mind. For some reason, Ye Huan recalled the attack he suffered in Beiyuan City last time. That bed crossbow that had appeared out of nowhere—there was no way it was just a standard configuration for Beiyuan City. At that time, Ye Huan hadn't thought much of it, but now seeing this Wolf Fang Strike, he connected everything to Xuan Ziming.
"Young Master, you also found this interesting thing? This is what I was talking about; I've never seen anything like it before..."
Noticing that Ye Huan's gaze remained fixed on the Wolf Fang Strike, Yang Guangyao couldn't help but laugh and hurried over to its side. He mentioned how he had never seen such a defensive weapon before, which only reinforced Ye Huan's thoughts.
Turning around again and taking a deep breath, Ye Huan felt an overwhelming pressure suddenly weighing down on him. This pressure came solely from one person—Xuan Ziming. The emperor of the Southern Xiongnu Empire was indeed not someone Zhao Wujie could compare to back in the day.
"This is getting interesting! Since you, Xuan Ziming, have been prepared all along, why not take advantage of this war to settle things between us once and for all?"
A cold smile appeared on his face as he clenched his fists tightly. Standing in Sky Star City, Ye Huan murmured to himself...
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