I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 950: Wind, Strong Wind (For the Maiden’s New Book, Three More - s)

Chapter 950: Chapter 950: Wind, Strong Wind (For the Maiden’s New Book, Three More Chapters)

At that moment, you looked towards Shi Kai by your side and said to him, "Although there are only fifty people, that is not a small number. Since you all are my subordinates, I must ensure your safety."

Afterward, you started talking with these death row prisoners. The three days passed very quickly, and it was impossible to train them into an Iron Armor Army as depicted in novels, especially with their limited numbers.

Upon understanding everyone’s situation, you realized that these people were probably a great gift specifically sent to you by Luo Cheng.

None of the fifty death row prisoners, including Shi Kai, were ordinary people; they were at least in the Combined Martial Realm.

These people were convicted for different crimes. Some had offended officials and, despite being strong, were outnumbered and eventually captured; others were righteous folk heroes who took from the rich to give to the poor, but were ultimately jailed due to the inescapable reach of the law; and some, like Shi Kai, bore family grudges and voluntarily surrendered after taking their revenge during their painstaking cultivation.

Among the fifty, one person was particularly peculiar—it was the middle-aged scholar who gave you a rather mysterious feeling. His name was Zhao Wu, a native from Fujian Fu’an. According to him, he didn’t even know why he was imprisoned, as he merely earned a modest living by drawing and writing letters in the streets and had offended no one.

You thought to yourself that perhaps some high-ranking officials had made a scapegoat out of Zhao Wu. There was something very strange, though, Whenever you spoke to Zhao Wu, you could always sense a familiar aura about him, but felt embarrassed to mention it lest others think you harbored some unspeakable affections.

You quickly learned all their names, although outwardly, this was a very hard feat to achieve. War is like a meat grinder, and the soldiers are its meat; once caught in it, casualties are almost inevitable. Although the fifty men under your command possessed commendable strength in the eyes of ordinary people, this strength was negligible on the battlefield.

After three days, the army was fully assembled, ready for deployment, and you led an infantry company.

Everyone knew that on the battlefield, the number of infantrymen was always enormous, and so was their casualty rate. Fortunately, these fifty men around you were death row prisoners who, although desiring to live, did not fear death; for some, death might even be a form of release.

After several days of forced marches, you finally smelled the pungent stench of blood in the air. For some unknown reason, when you detected that blood-soaked aroma, a thrill of excitement emerged within you—a type of excitement you couldn’t quite explain to yourself.

Your army was ordered to rest for one day before facing the enemy directly the next day.

That day, Li Zhengfeng found you and handed you a thumb-sized Jade Ruyi, saying only, "Be careful, your life is precious," before he left. You chuckled, weighing the Jade Ruyi in your hand before casually passing it to Zhao Wu.

"Captain, what is this?" Zhao Wu examined the Jade Ruyi in his hands, furrowing his brows.

"I don’t know either, but since General Li personally delivered it, it must be no ordinary item. You keep it."

"I can’t accept this."

"I said it’s yours, so take it, and no more nonsense!" you glared at Zhao Wu, who, although a martial artist in the Combined Martial Realm like the others, was the weakest in the team. You vaguely felt that the Jade Ruyi was meant to save lives; you didn’t need it, so you gave it to Zhao Wu.

"But..."

"Don’t dawdle like a woman!"

You snapped at Zhao Wu and turned away, not seeing the gentle look in his eyes as he watched your departing figure. That gentleness caused a chill in the onlookers, prompting everyone to keep a distance of fifty steps from Zhao Wu.

The war began.

Your company was at the forefront of the troops, among tens of thousands. You suddenly felt the air around you become oppressive.

Your men were doing fine, being martial artists, but the regular soldiers around them, especially the new recruits, were a different story. You noticed that some of them appeared frightened, their eyes vacant and their grips on their Tang Knives unsteady.

The infantry was uniformly equipped with Tang Knives and round shields, with the knives for slashing and the shields for defending against arrows and long spears. However, the shields made of wood offered limited protection, which was why the recruits were trembling. Anyone would tremble at the sight of the enemy’s dense ranks, facing death, as most people quiver at their own vulnerability in such moments.

"Wind, big wind!"

As a company captain, you naturally couldn’t know who the enemy was or which country they came from.

It was only when their collective roar echoed that you realized you were facing a tough opponent—it was the Iron Army of the Great Qin!

Gan!

"Everyone, raise your shields, interlock them to form a circle!"

At your shout, fifty men quickly formed a circular defensive shield. Just as they steadied their footing, a rain of black arrows filled the sky.

Immediately, screams of agony never ceased, the experienced veterans having already raised their shields to cover themselves and their comrades, while the slower-reacting new soldiers were struck by the Qin Army’s black arrows before they could react, the force of the arrows so great that sometimes a single one pierced through the chests of two soldiers.

"Charge, get close, don’t give them another chance to shoot!" One of the company captains yelled, leading his men in a fierce charge with drawn swords, followed by all other company captains and their troops. Naturally, you were the fastest.

"Open Gate, Rest door, Activate!" You activated two gates consecutively, transforming into a dark shadow that charged directly into the enemy’s infantry formation.

"Bagua One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Palms!" Along with your loud shout, countless Qin Soldiers were thrown around in all directions, screams rising and falling. You, like a tiger among sheep, faced no resistance from the ordinary soldiers against your rapid moves, and the main point was that these people were just regular soldiers.

"Captain, go kill their general; we’ll handle these minions!"

You didn’t have any weapon in hand, although one palm strike from you could kill a person as easily as swatting a fly, but you seldom witnessed bloodshed. When you turned to see Shi Kai split a Qin soldier in half at the waist, with intestines and innards flying, you felt nauseous as if a storm churned inside your stomach, almost vomiting on the spot. Fortunately, your strong willpower helped you suppress the urge.