The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 212 - War in the South End
Puddles of water split apart as the clattering of footsteps galloped through the dark forest. Security did not immediately loosen, fifty guards of the headquarters roamed along the way. They put up a standby attitude even though they had expected tonight there would be a fight. Two of Mou Zhueyang's subordinate soldiers had just subverted one of the headquarters guards. The strength of one man was indeed not his heavy play, they both had difficulty to fight.
One of his friends was wearing a uniform armor with the guards of the headquarters. No one was suspicious as he infiltrated in, and quietly took out a sharp dagger. Wielding the weapon into the heart of his opponent who was caught off guard, abandoned his friends.
Now two men managed to infiltrate, killing the people inside the tent secretly. Seven guards fell down, but it did not last long until they were caught and chased by swords and spears. These two men escaped and disappeared among their herd.
While Mou Zhueyang and two other soldiers had just managed to release the slaves who were being held in the deepest part of the White Fog Valley. Most of the children and men were adults, they told him where the rest of the slaves were locked up then with the direction of his subordinates, they took them to escape towards the path that Xin Chen had directed earlier. Mou Zhueyang stopped walking as five guards intercepted him.
"What's your name?"
Mou Zhueyang was speechless, as the organized group they had definitely known each other. The man tried to think of a way to give birth before one of the five guards attacked him first.
Then within a second then four others ganged at the man, Mou Zhueyang avenged. The flow of the fight was unequalled, one could not be held. And now Mou Zhueyang was fighting five people at once. Mou Zhueyang's life is on the edge. While the sword in his hand was split apart by the sharpness of the opponent's sword.
Mou Zhueyang remained undaunted, with the sword that had split open he welcomed the opponent's attack. Once twice his footsteps retreated, then shouted making his five enemies shriek.
Mou Zhueyang parried the direction of the sword eye that was about to hunt the base of his neck, ducking but his head got a brutal kick. On the other side another sword eye was about to pierce through his ear, the man screeched and tried to break free. His death has come, thought Mou Zhueyang when there was no more room for him to escape.
The drums were fast, sounding a great voice like war. The attack came in the early hours, as drizzling rain poured down the valleys and hills. Within an hour, fifteen of the Four Surveillance Units were exhausted by the infiltrating soldiers. Throw away their pride as warriors and kill silently as their opponents fall asleep. They no longer care about cheating. Their opponents did far more heinous things than all of them.
All the lights in the Valley of the Gods were extinguished when the stormy winds came to haunt the place. The gloomy sky vibe added to the fear as thick clouds covered the originally cloudless sky. It became a big question mark in their heads. Unfortunately, in the attack there were only two core unit members left inside the headquarters.
The two men stood on top of a tall building tower, noticing the chaos. Seeing a man running around alone, throwing him with a sword and making him die instantly. He was one of Mou Zhueyang's subordinates. The man's instincts are never wrong. While the other one was grieving, "It looks like tonight is going to be an exciting night." Then the figure was fixated on the unequal fight that took place under the tower. He plunged free, slashing his long sword until he cut the old man.
Mou Zhueyang convulsed and his body spurted out fresh blood, making a pool of flood red with blood. The man huddled up, trying to get up.
A foot stepped on his head until it almost sank into the muddy ground, the man's vision blurred. "For Young Master ... For Young Master ..."
"It's disgusting this man."
His heart was drawn again, then torn using a sword blade. The man screamed in pain, "I-I must see him standing in place of the Demon Sword, I have promised-"
The man's head was leaking when a powerful kick made your temple bleed, he was trampled like an animal. The soldier was dying, his hands were too trembling just to get rid of the enemy's legs that were cracking his skull bones. Mou Zhueyang lost his consciousness, in one last stab. His life was destroyed by the enemy.
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Xin Chen had just returned to the house where they set up the strategy, previously he had already said that they would move when dawn came, his estimation was that during the morning blind the rain would pour down the valley. And also the guards were sound asleep, they were more often on guard at midnight. Time that is often used in sudden ambushes. And also the rain could hide their footsteps, especially the slaves they were going to save.
Unfortunately, Mou Zhueyang was too impatient, thinking he had to immediately save the lives of slaves who might be dying when they delayed the rescue. Xin Chen grieved, what if it was precisely with that haste that they could not save a single one at all?
Sure enough, when Xin Chen came out to look for Fang Xu's corpse it turned out that Mou Zhueyang had already moved the soldiers to the battlefield first. Xin Chen followed, the distance towards the Valley of the Gods was quite far and time consuming. Perhaps Mou Zhueyang had already left this village an hour ago. Xin Chen could not guess.
The path of the forest had been filled with traces of blood, two corpses lying lifeless. Xin Chen approached and found out that one of the people was Mou Zhueyang's subordinate. Not yet they're dead. Xin Chen continued on his way and saw that the state of the Valley of the Gods was already in chaos. It is no longer possible to continue the strategy that has been prepared.
Tight guard and hundreds of guards came out, killing the wandering Mou Zhueyang people. Three people are dead and the rest are in pursuit with the enemy. Xin Chen entered the place and came to a halt when he saw a man lying bleeding between the legs of his enemies. Mou Zhueyang was lifeless again and he was laughed at by his enemy.
Battered and mercilessly finished off, Mou Zhueyang was more than tortured by them. Xin Chen could not accept it, he wanted to get angry and rampage like he used to. Yet his body could only be petrified, a streak of blue light appearing among the laughter of the Valley of the Gods. One core member was stunned when he found an uninvited black-robed figure hovering between them.
"Bloody Party. Sounds ominous. Can I join you?"