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Chapter 1736 - 1729: Counterattack and Retraction

Chapter 1736: Chapter 1729: Counterattack and Retraction

As soon as the two rounded the corner, they encountered Xing Hu, dressed and pulling Qingtang out of the room. Xing Hu couldn’t help but ask upon sighting them, "Why is there such loud noise outside?"

"What else? A fight has broken out," Hu Daoke rolled his eyes as he spoke.

"Why is there always the sound of explosions?" asked Xing Hu.

"Haven’t you seen a musket before?" Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke exchanged glances and asked.

"I’ve heard a little about it, is this really a musket?" Xing Hu asked in surprise.

"In any case, don’t rush out. You’re not equipped to face a volley from the other side," Cheng Ziang shook his head and said.

Shortly after, the remaining people also left the room, coming to the center of the hall, including the elusive Luo’er.

"I’ve seen the Saint!" Upon seeing Luo’er, Xing Hu’s eyes sparkled and he respectfully bowed.

He always felt conflicted; he knew Luo’er was a man, yet each time he saw him, he inexplicably felt his heart race.

"No need for courtesy," Luo’er nodded and said indifferently.

"Make arrangements for Xing Hu and Sister Moumou to protect the Saint and Qingtang; Feng and Yue’er go check the carriage; Old Hu and I will guard the inn’s main entrance to prevent enemies from storming in," Cheng Ziang commanded.

Due to the urgency of the situation, except for Luo’er, he simply called everyone by their names, as concealing identities meant little to Xing Hu.

"What about those people outside, are we just going to ignore them?" Hu Daoke asked.

"Forget about them; most likely they’re all dead," Cheng Ziang said, feeling cold-blooded even as he spoke.

Just as he finished speaking, the hall’s door was pushed open, and a disheveled Ming He rushed in clutching his stomach. Seeing everyone unharmed, he finally sighed in relief, painfully kneeling on the ground.

He had been shot several times. Although his armor was thick enough, a few bullets penetrated it, hitting his body. His forehead was grazed by a bullet, and without time to bandage it, blood smeared his entire face.

"Esteemed Manor Lords, the enemies outside are numerous and strong; please leave here quickly. We will fight to the death to delay them," Ming He said in agony.

"You’re already in such a state, stop trying to be brave, let your men retreat inside, we’ll handle those people," Cheng Ziang frowned, feeling inexplicably hurt.

"No, no, I wouldn’t dare trouble the Manor Lord, lest the Saint be harmed, I..." Ming He repeatedly waved his hand.

"Stop the nonsense, let them in!" Cheng Ziang shouted irritably, not only intimidating Ming He but making everyone present shiver.

Faced with Cheng Ziang’s sudden strong stance, Ming He was left bewildered. Seeing the blood constantly dripping from his forehead, pooling on the ground, Cheng Ziang turned and shouted, "Sister Moumou, treat the wounded."

"Understood!" Tangmo nodded, holding her Magic Wand in one hand and lifting her skirt with the other, she stepped forward and began chanting spells to cast Resurrection Magic on Ming He.

"Everyone, proceed according to the original plan for now. Ming He, let your men come in, quickly!" Cheng Ziang commanded loudly.

Finally, he anxiously glanced back at Luo’er. Upon receiving a reassuring smile from him, he regained his confidence and began checking his Origin Submachine Gun.

"Thanks for saving us, Manor Lord," Ming He said, choking up with gratitude.

Clearly, he didn’t wish for all his men to perish. After bowing, he placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled several times, indicating some sort of retreat signal.

Shortly after he finished whistling, the soldiers who were fiercely resisting outside began to orderly retreat into the inn’s courtyard, eventually coming back into the hall.

Through two consecutive battles, more than half of the cavalry led by Ming He were killed or wounded, with only over twenty retreating, most heavily injured. The hall was now filled with moans and wails, the air heavy with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Outside, Hu Daoke crouched behind a pillar, set up the Origin Machine Gun at an angle, and replaced the cooling magazine. This was standard modern infantry tactics: minimizing exposure while guarding key pathways.

Soon a mob of people rushed through the main entrance, yelling chaotically. These people hadn’t experienced concentrated firepower, so they didn’t disperse their formation, instead, they swarmed towards the entrance, and the result was imaginable.

Hu Daoke didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger; in the dark, the Origin Machine Gun mounted on the ground sprayed gunfire from chamber to muzzle, sweeping down a large group instantly.

Small-scale explosions erupted in front of these people. Targeting unarmored foes, the explosions were particularly grisly, with each blast tearing flesh apart, leaving those hit bloodied, groaning as they fell.

However, the drawbacks of the Origin Gun appeared: abundant lethality but insufficient penetration.

Due to the nature of the Origin Gun’s lethality—stemming from Yuanzi’s uniqueness and pursuit—its penetration was even less than the smallest caliber bullet, affecting only the front row.

Actually, Hu Daoke had complained about the Origin Gun’s drawbacks more than once. If he had traditional kinetic projectile machine guns, even a small caliber one, he could have knocked down all the enemy troops at the entrance, not just the front runners.

But the Origin Gun’s near-infinite ammo overshadowed most of its weaknesses, especially on the East Continent where logistics weren’t a concern.

Thus, without further complaints, Hu Daoke continued sweeping, clearing the second wave of incoming foes.

Enemies who had been fighting confidently were now intimidated by Hu Daoke’s powerful fire, retreating disorderly after losing several men.

Meanwhile, cannon fire resumed from afar—still inaccurate—but a shell directly hit the top floor of the inn.

Cheng Ziang didn’t plan to keep stalling. After leaving the hall, he huddled beside a pillar next to Hu Daoke outside, exchanged hand signals, then prepared for something big.

From his collar, he fished out a pendant, prayed holding it in his palm, then suddenly shouted, "Spirit Courier, come forth!"

With his call, Liseya’s image suddenly appeared before Cheng Ziang, gazing at him gently.

Actually, Liseya rarely rested, which Cheng Ziang knew; she merely obeyed his summon to manifest like Fulajie’er.

Despite being accustomed to Liseya’s image, every time he saw that long-haired spectral head, Hu Daoke couldn’t help but feel a chill, avoiding her gaze.

"Slay all the enemies outside the inn!" Cheng Ziang ordered Liseya coldly.

Upon receiving the command, Liseya’s gaze turned sharp and icy. She turned toward the hesitant enemies at the entrance, swiftly moving through them, bringing down several in an instant.

As Liseya flashed by, the sounds of wailing and howling quickly arose outside, mixed with piercing screams.

Glowing in the darkness, Liseya resembled a grim reaper, effortlessly harvesting these attackers’ lives.

A simple pierce-through kill rendered even the strongest individuals, or the most heavily armored, dead instantly. Cultivators had their internal magic ignited, burning furiously from within.

Listening to the cries outside, Cheng Ziang finally relaxed, sitting slowly against the pillar. Observing him, Hu Daoke glanced at the entrance, before getting up and leaning against the pillar as well.

"You’ve been saving this for later, gathering energy or what?" Hu Daoke complained.

"Too many unfamiliar faces inside; I don’t want them to know my details," Cheng Ziang gestured toward the inn, shaking his head.

"Since arriving in Kyushu, we haven’t encountered such danger, have we?" Hu Daoke asked.

"Not that we haven’t," Cheng Ziang pondered then replied.