HPDBC Chapter 258: Sacrifice and Meet the Enemy
Chapter 258: Sacrifice and Meet the Enemy
The snow-laden night was truly beautiful.
In the sky, the crystal-clear snowflakes fell gently, one by one. Some say they are like the smiling faces of lovers, evoking memories when seen; others say they are like the spirits of the snowy fields, pure and flawless upon reflection.
A cluster of travelers moved quickly through the snow field, without any firelight or bright beams, only the harsh glint of blades and swords.
At last, groups of people from the left front to both flanks gathered completely and commenced their charge towards the enemies at Heavenly Sound Mountain.
The clamor of battle and the clash of weapons suddenly erupted.
During the day, Ye Feng had deliberately conceded one of the peaks of Heavenly Sound Mountain. Out of eight, even if all were lost, as long as the military flag on the main peak still stood tall and the generals remained unvanquished, then this contest could not be considered a loss.
"Enemy attack, get up and face the enemy!"
Atop Heavenly Sound Mountain, those allied with Zhu Guangbo faced the encroaching formidable enemies from all sides with bitter expressions. But soon, their faces hardened with determination.
They really came!
These people, with swift movements, ignited their tents before the enemy could reach them, setting fire to everything that could burn. In reality, there weren’t as many people hiding inside the dozens of tents.
The fires that blazed on the mountain would also serve as a signal.
On Heavenly Sound Mountain, there were only three Martial King-level masters, and the remaining Grandmasters were pitifully few. These individuals took up their weapons and charged toward the enemy without regard for their own lives, following only one order: to hold the adversary as long as possible.
And death would be the inevitable outcome.
"Kill!"
War holds no place for pity.
This was destined to be an unequal battle. The number of enemies almost tenfold, with no less than fifty participating in the assault. The people on Zhu Guangbo’s side couldn’t endure even five minutes under the brutal slaughter and fell one after another.
The battle ended in a resounding victory.
Yet the few commanders on Ye Feng’s side couldn’t seem to rejoice, even Yu Feiyu, who knew little of military strategy, looked grimly at the fires that were still not extinguished.
This battle was won too easily, and their enemies were too few.
"Ye Feng, oh Ye Feng, what do you think my next move will be?"
In a distant place, two figures in black stood shoulder to shoulder; one of them, a man wearing an Evil Ghost Mask, looked at the fires on Heavenly Sound Mountain and couldn’t help but laugh.
"King, that should be the situation on this front,"
Leng Wuming reported to Ye Feng with a furrowed brow.
Sacrificial pawns!
Summing up the battle, all the conclusions the commanders came to were encapsulated in the words "sacrificial pawns."
These were people Zhu Guangbo had intentionally thrown away to lure Ye Feng into his trap. Using the blood of three Martial Kings and over a dozen Great Grandmasters as bait, everyone received their first harsh lesson on the ruthless tactics of the Zhu Family’s Northeast Tiger.
Cruel and utterly ruthless!
"Understood."
"There are some ronin looking for trouble. I’m giving you a vanguard mission: find and completely annihilate the Fusang Ronin lurking to the east. Leave none alive."
Ye Feng responded in his usual indifferent tone.
"King, are you asking us to withdraw from the battlefield now?"
Leng Wuming asked in disbelief.
Wasn’t now the time to quickly retreat to the main peak for defense, to face the unknown number of enemies that had infiltrated their ranks? That would be the most accurate course of action, wouldn’t it?
"I know you are confused and worried, but now, carry out the orders!"
Ye Feng said sternly.
"Yes!"
Leng Wuming hung up the phone.
Sacrificial pawns. Zhu Guangbo, you are willing to use the blood of a dozen people as sacrificial pawns, but am I, Ye Feng, such a person?
Atop Sky Sword Peak, Ye Feng did not waver. What needed to be done?
Nothing needed to be done, only to wait eagerly for the arrival of the enemy, until they were at the gates. Who says the people outside are my last resort? From the beginning, Ye Feng had never placed too much hope on those reinforcements.
Enough with the pretense and playacting.
His lord was unaware of how deeply he was troubled; he even wanted to disobey the order.
...
"Nine Martial Kings have passed by, along with twenty-seven Great Grandmasters and forty-two Grandmasters."
Atop Destiny Mountain, Zhang Wenyuan and others were still lying in ambush, counting the enemies passing by. His lips curled into a meaningful smile.
Ye Feng, you truly dare to do anything!
"Young Master, what are you counting?"
Seeing Zhang Wenyuan muttering, a subordinate asked in confusion.
"Why should I tell you?"
Zhang Wenyuan countered.
The subordinate: "..."
Could the boss not always throw the question back?
"Let’s move!"
"It’s time to act. To Qing Yun Peak, to capture the flag."
Zhang Wenyuan cleaved the piled-up snow at the cave’s entrance and leapt out.
"Sir, shouldn’t we continue to move covertly?"
"Sneak my ass! Walk boldly with me and keep up the pace."
The team from Daotian Group instantly chased after the figure ahead. For some reason, the eyes of the two Martial Kings looking at Zhang Wenyuan were always filled with awe.
"What did you say? Ye Feng has ordered a retreat?"
Atop Qing Yun Peak, a voice full of disbelief came through the phone.
"Yes!"
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"Aside from the people from Valley of the Medicine God heading to Sky Sword Peak, the rest are withdrawing and hastening to the east."
Zhu Guangbo stated with certainty.
"The east? The people from Mingbei Kingdom shouldn’t be coming from that direction either."
The voice on the phone was filled with deep confusion, and quickly continued:
"Since they have left, order the men to stand by in place and wait until I figure out the details before making the next move."
Ye Feng, what are you doing?
Inside the Northern Border Camp, a man who had just returned from outside muttered to himself.
"Young Master, shouldn’t we launch a full attack now and take Sky Sword Peak in one fell swoop?"
Next to the man, a figure in a black robe appeared and asked.
"You don’t understand Ye Feng; he is not someone who acts so recklessly."
"Moreover, if you were me and you were Ye Feng at this moment, what do you think would be the most appropriate course of action?"
The man pondered and asked.
From another perspective, it might not be regarded as far-sighted planning. However, listening might reveal reality; observers can be confused.
"Wait!"
"Ye Feng has already sent his men away. What else could he be doing on Sky Sword Peak right now besides waiting?"
The black-robed man replied without much thought.
"Wait?"
The man lightly tapped the tabletop, lost in thought.
The enemy’s arrival calls for waiting, and waiting for news of victory to spread is still waiting. It is still unclear what exactly Ye Feng is waiting for!
The man rubbed his brows. If it was the latter, he was not overly concerned or afraid of what trap Ye Feng might have set around Qing Yun Peak, but he did fear that at this moment, Ye Feng was sitting calmly on Sky Sword Peak, ready to meet the enemy head-on.