Chapter 00093: This Dream Is Too Real
# This Dream Is Too Real
Chapter 93
Novel: After the Immortals Disappeared
Chapter 93: This Dream Is Too Real
The feeling was incredible, but it was also unsettling.
When a person's abilities suddenly improve, it can lead to a lack of coordination.
An enemy soldier leaped over the carriage, swinging a battle axe at him.
He Lingchuan deflected it with one hand, spun around, and delivered a vicious slash.
Based on the force of the strike, the opponent's chest and abdomen should have been severely injured, causing him to clutch his chest and collapse, spitting blood.
However, as He Lingchuan swung his blade, he immediately noticed something different—it was unexpectedly fast and fierce.
The opponent was sliced in half mid-air, his spine severed.
The wind happened to blow in He Lingchuan's direction, splattering him with hot blood, nearly blinding him.
As he reached up to wipe his eyes, another enemy from Baling tried to stab him.
Commander Xiao kicked the man away and shouted at He Lingchuan, "Save your strength, or you won't be able to lift your arms later!"
Combat isn't just about speed, precision, and ferocity; it also requires endurance and stamina.
No one knows how long a battle will last, but only those who survive till the end can claim victory.
He Lingchuan spat twice, his saliva tinged with blood.
The enemy's blood.
The metallic taste in his mouth made him nauseous.
The last time he had killed someone was on the Panlong Wasteland, and he had only used throwing knives.
This was the first time he had hacked someone into two bloody halves in close combat, their guts spilling onto the ground.
But he didn't have time to feel sick, as enemies kept charging at him relentlessly.
Before the Baling army launched their attack, they had noticed the barricade of carriages blocking their path.
Their most powerful cavalry couldn't get through.
Their solution was to send their fiercest soldiers forward first, leaping over the carriages to engage the Great Wind Army, buying time for their comrades behind to move the carriages.
They had also tried to launch a surprise attack via the river, since it was right next to them.
This played right into the hands of the archers on the riverbank, who picked them off one by one.
Struggling in the water, the soldiers were easy targets, and by the time they reached the shore, the Great Wind Army was ready with their spears, turning them into skewers.
The biggest problem was that Baling was a landlocked country, so few of their soldiers knew how to swim.
Out of the twenty or so who entered the water, only two or three managed to bypass the carriage barricade and charge into the Great Wind Army, only to be stabbed to death.
Some of the soldiers began climbing the riverbank, aiming to kill the archers and gain a vantage point to shoot arrows.
After Commander Xiao and the others dealt with the fierce soldiers, they switched to spears and halberds to stab at the enemy soldiers trying to move the carriages, hindering their progress.
Everyone understood that their goal wasn't to win but to stall the enemy until reinforcements arrived.
The battle had been intense from the start, and He Lingchuan didn't even have time to feel nauseous.
After repelling another enemy, he drew the single-handed crossbow from his back and fired an arrow upward.
"Whoosh!" An unlucky soldier who was about to climb onto the riverbank was hit and tumbled down.
Damn it, he had aimed for the Baling soldier's head, but the arrow had struck his backside.
His accuracy still needed a lot of work.
Suddenly, a massive object crashed down beside him, shattering into pieces upon impact.
He Lingchuan looked and saw that it was a carriage, which had been carrying two large chests.
The chests had been flung out as well.
A soldier from the Great Wind Army nearby shouted, "Watch out!"
He Lingchuan turned his head just in time to see a mountain-like figure blocking the light, and something heavy and powerful slammed into him from below.
In that split second, all he could do was raise his arm to protect his face.
With a loud "bang," he was sent flying ten feet into the air and twenty feet away.
In that instant, his left forearm snapped, but the sound of the break was drowned out by the impact.
He Lingchuan couldn't help but cry out in pain mid-air, and when he landed, he rolled several times, unable to get up.
The pain of a broken arm was excruciating, something he had never experienced before.
It was only because he had reacted quickly, leaning back and blocking with his arm, that he had avoided a direct hit to his jaw, which could have shattered it and caused a concussion or brain hemorrhage.
This kind of attack was commonly known as the "Sky Cannon," and those hit by it would either be knocked unconscious or killed outright, unable to stand.
An enemy nearby saw this and rushed forward, hoping to claim his head.
Fortunately, He Lingchuan's mind was still clear.
Seeing the bloodied axe descending from above, he managed to roll aside, narrowly avoiding decapitation.
The enemy, however, had put too much force into the swing, and the axe blade, gleaming coldly, embedded itself in the sand just two inches from He Lingchuan's nose!
Even in the Panlong Illusion, death had never felt this close.
Was this still a dream? Wasn't it said that people don't feel pain in dreams?
He Lingchuan's eyes widened, his heart pounding wildly from the adrenaline.
Before the enemy could pull the axe out, He Lingchuan kicked him in the stomach, causing him to stagger and lose his grip on the axe handle.
A soldier from the Great Wind Army saw the opportunity and swung his blade horizontally, decapitating the enemy.
Those who live by the sword, die by the sword.
The enemy's head fell to the ground, rolling once before coming to a stop right in front of He Lingchuan.
The eyes were bulging, and the expression on the face was indescribable.
The soldier reached out to He Lingchuan, pulling him to his feet.
"You okay?"
He Lingchuan's face was pale, his teeth chattering, and sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall.
"I'm fine."
Deep down, he knew that due to the effects of the Sheji Order, all soldiers' pain perception had been temporarily dulled, which was necessary for combat.
This meant that once the Sheji Order's effects wore off, the pain from his broken arm would be even worse!
Was it really necessary for a dream to be this realistic?
He cursed Broken Blade in his heart.
"Your arm's broken," the soldier turned and shouted, "A'Luo!"
A soldier dodged the rain of arrows and spears, running over to help He Lingchuan up and guiding him to sit beneath the riverbank.
Every squad in the Great Wind Army had a part-time medic, and A'Luo shoved a pill into He Lingchuan's mouth.
"Swallow it!"
The pill was slightly sweet and melted instantly, turning into a sweet liquid that flowed into his stomach.
In just a few breaths, He Lingchuan felt the pain in his left arm lessen significantly.
Under the influence of the Sheji Order, the effectiveness of the medicine was also enhanced.
A'Luo brought over a splint, first setting the bone and applying medicine, then firmly securing He Lingchuan's left arm to his side with the splint, his technique very skilled.
"This will do for now. If you survive and make it back, you'll need two months to recover!"
He Lingchuan grabbed his single-handed crossbow.
"Help me load it."
With only one hand, he couldn't load the arrows himself.
A'Luo hesitated for a moment but complied, loading two arrows for him.
He Lingchuan took a couple of deep breaths to steady himself, then raised the crossbow with one hand, aiming at the person who had injured him.
A'Luo glanced over and said, "You were injured by Meng Shan? Not bad, surviving that!"
He patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder and then turned to help others.
The more intense the battle, the busier his work became.
The Meng Shan that He Lingchuan was aiming at was a bear-like giant, a head taller than He Lingchuan, who was already tall, and twice as broad.
His heavy armor was custom-made, two sizes larger than normal, making him look like a moving wall when standing and a roaring locomotive when running.
Earlier, only the smaller, more agile soldiers had managed to leap over the carriage barricade, so He Lingchuan hadn't expected someone as massive as Meng Shan to make it through.
In fact, Meng Shan, clad in heavy armor, shouldn't have been able to jump over.
Commander Xiao and the others had played a game of stacking carriages, using great effort to pile the largest carriage on top of several others, then securing two large chests on top.
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