Battle Royale of the Sinners

Chapter 249: 249

Chapter 249 - Jiang Man, The Rat

Zou Jing's instinct shouted that he had to run as his trauma relapsed . Zou Jing jumped off his horse and hid behind his bodyguards, who were looking at their boss in confusion .

A second later, light arrows flew at the soldiers on the frontline . All arrows curved and flew against the physics laws, piecing the heads of the men .

"Kill that man!"

"It's a lone archer! Kill him!"

Though the noble armies charged and rushed at the lone rider, more arrows stopped them on their tracks .

All fast runners who managed to get closer to the rider were shot down .

Furthermore, the horse archer kicked the side of his horse and turned it around, escaping from the charging footmen . After getting a good distance, he turned around and fired more light arrows .

Several hundreds of light arrows withered down their armies, which made the noblemen realized who they were up against .

Desperate cries and death throes shocked the onlookers .

"Is that the Goddess of Death?"

"But that's a man! It's Zhang Tong!"

"Zhang Tong is here!"

Some nobles panicked, but several commanders were excited . All commander with fighting experience galloped their horses to chase Tong .

*SNAP*

After firing several hundred arrows, the bowstring snapped . Tong tossed the bow away and was about to take his spared bow, but he stopped .

The oncoming chasers came with horses . Tong did not have enough time to lock-on or shoot an arrow .

Tong exhaled and took out his gun, which had been stored inside the weaponry package on horseback . He regulated his breath and fire, one shot at a time .

*BANG*

A bullet penetrated the skull of a charging horseman . Ten others were still coming after Tong .

*BANG* *BANG*

*BANG* *BANG*

All horsemen were shot down from their horses, shocking the volunteer forces and Zou Jing . Liu Bei and his brothers stared at the gun in shock as well .

With all the chasers gone, Tong put away his gun, switching his weapon to a bow again . He continued firing homing arrows at any locked target without bothering trying to search for Zou Jing .

The anxious volunteer forces still rushed at Tong because of the command of their bosses . They wanted to run away, but they were afraid of the repercussion from the noble clans, so they had no choice but to charge .

Tong picked off the enemy footmen with leisure, slowly withdrawing while shooting at the pursuers .

Five minutes later, the bow was broken as the bowstring snapped yet again .

'No more homing arrow . How many bullets I have left again?'

Tong retreated back to his army while he was counting the 9mm bullets he had . He almost emptied a clip just now, but he still had four full magazines left, which had a total of 60 bullets .

He reloaded the clip and stored the remaining magazines in his cloth, preparing for the long battle .

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Meanwhile, the chasing army was still relentless . Despite that they lost several thousand men from the light arrows, they again came after Tong .

"We still have the superior number . After them!"

"Kill . Kill . Kill!"

The nobles gave the commands, forcing every force to go after Tong .

Because the footmen and the horsemen were a mixed force which did not belong to everyone's association, all officials and nobles did not care about their lives . As long as Tong and his Yellow Turban force were eliminated regardless of casualties, every surviving noble could claim the credit .

None of them had a sense of comrade among the troops, only the political interest .

Liu Bei and his men did not chase after Tong . Instead, they follow behind Zou Jing's groups . They were boycotted by the nobles as they were afraid that this no-name army would steal their achievements .

"What's with those light arrows?" Liu Bei was astonished .

"Is that sorcery?" Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were shocked, too .

Jiang Man watched the battle in solemn . He knew that it was a skill that Tong displayed .

'He has a gun, but the bullets should be limited . As long as he wastes all of that with the soldiers, we'll still be fine . But . . . It's odd . All skills should have been nerfed to oblivion . Zhang Tong should have been able to use that skill once a day . '

'Lilim, do you hear me? I want to know if it's legit or not to be able to use a skill multiple times a day!'

Jiang Man tried to report the [Bug] to Lilim .

And he received a reply!

[Indeed . All skills should have been limited to once a day and have an upkeep over 2,000 lifespans a year . Let me investigate this . ]

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[You're right . Zhang Tong has used a loophole to cheat the system . I'll do something about him . ]

'Hey, I reported a bug . Can I get a reward?'

[Okay . What do you want?]

'Return my skills, of course! Can you cancel my quest and give me a skill?'

[No . I won't give you a skill unless you complete your mission . But, I can do this instead . ]

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'Virtue?'

[You can think of it as an evolutionary process . You have been infected by an angel's blood so you can evolve into an immortal . I'll accelerate the angel blood growth in your circulation system, then you won't have to wait 20 years for it to awaken . I'll leave a note in your status menu about all the details . It's up to you if you can cultivate it . ]

[This is the only reward I can give you . ]

Jiang Man sniggered in his mind as he enjoyed being a rat for the system .

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Tong sudden felt a sick headache, which he almost fell down from his horse .

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The message was the answer to why he suddenly had this sickness despite that he had illness immunity passive .

"Lilim!" Tong groaned while he was gritting his teeth .

[I'm only fixing the imbalance skills that you have . ]

[Go ahead and cry like you used to . You can't blame me for doing my job . ]

[Ciao! HAHAHAHA!]

"THAT BITCH!" Tong bellowed . As he screamed, his face reddened, and his eyes were bloodshot . His hatred toward this administrator had reached a new height .

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"Ugh!"

Misfortune struck Tong one after another . He had to calm his emotion even though he had yet to vent his anger .

'I swear, Lilim . One day … I swear …'

The facial expression and his unintentional leaking killing intent terrified Tong's subordinates .

"Young master …"

"My lord …"

The red pupils, which appeared frequently, glowed again . Tong glared at the rushing soldiers that had not given up chasing after him .

Tong had not lost his sanity because of his anger . He merely wanted to vent his frustration .

"A glaive … give me one," Tong extended his right hand without looking at the soldiers .

"H-Here, sir . "

Terrified by Tong, a soldier passed his glaive to his lord, who grabbed it and galloped his horse forward .

"Eh?"

The Yellow Turban soldiers were panicked as Tong rushed at the enemies without giving his order .

"What do we do?"

"Uh?"

"Captain?"

"I don't know . Screw it, follow the lord! Charge!"

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The ambitious mixed force of five thousand men still ran after Tong . The moment they saw that Tong was rushing at them alone, they laughed as if they were on drugs .

"HA HA! Zhang Tong is an idiot!"

"The bandit leader is a fool . Kill!"

"His head is mine!"

Because of their greed and desire for rewards, they did not work together or form a spear wall formation to counter Tong's solo charge .

Before Tong reached them, he aimed his pistol forward, using his left hand .

*BANG*

*BANG*

The front soldiers, who were aiming their spear at Tong's horse, received a bullet into their head, one each .

The threat to the charging horse collapsed on to the ground, Tong's glaive swung down at the nearest soldiers .

As Tong was using one hand to control his polearm, he could only swing it once every second . Although it was slow in Tong's point of view, his swing contained the strength of a 2-winged demon . All soldiers were sent flying even if they were hit by the shaft .

Seeing that one gun and one glaive was not efficient, Tong put his gun away and held the glaive with two hands . At this time, his horse rammed into a soldier, which slowed its charging momentum .

"Humph!"

The speed of his polearm swing doubled, and all soldiers, who were in Tong's reach, were cut into pieces .

"He's slowed, get him!"

Since Tong dove right into the unorganized mobs, he wedged into the center of the five thousand men and was surrounded in a few seconds .

Yet .

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

If Zhang Liao, Gao Shun, or Li Feihong were here, they would have thought that Lu Bu was playing in the enemy's formation . The image of Tong wreaking havoc alone in the enemy's line resembled Lu Bu at the Battle of Jinyang .

But compared to the monster among men, Tong had not reached that mastery yet .

Each swing sent one or two bodies into the air . Blood rain showered everyone in the range of 5 meters, comparing to Lu Bu's five men a swing .

As he fought, he was also learning . The movement of his glaive had less useless moves as he continued killing . He stopped relying on the horse ramming and used his glaive to cut a path for his horse so it would not get stuck in the formation .

Tong's polearm movement slowly refined . From the random swing turned into a swing with meaning and purposes . The arc of the glaive did not curve widely, but it became sharp and accurate . Sometimes, Tong grabbed the edge of the glaive bottom tip and waved it around himself, repelling the sneaking soldiers who tried to attack him from behind .

The training with Medusa in Hell only implanted the basic movements into his instinct, but fighting life-and-death battles with the real enemies squeezed out Tong's true potential . Tong's perception and reaction speed had reached 80% of his full overclock mode even though he had yet to exert his brain power yet .

Two minutes passed, soaking in the enemies' blood, Tong broke through the pack of five thousand men mob . He could see the main army, which had a higher number than this group of mix force .

Tong pulled the horse reign and turned around, diving back into the formation of soldiers once more .

At this moment, the almost 4,000 Yellow Turbans had made contact with the mobs, they charged right into the unorganized files of formation, which pushed back the noble force .

The yellow cloth troopers did not fight blindly either . The front soldiers slammed their shields at the front enemies and held formation . The second line of spearmen supported the shield bearers, while the rest of the backlines took out their crossbows and fired supporting barrages . The few hundred horsemen detached themselves from the main group to the side . They circled to the left of the mob and charged right into the packed formation .

As Tong dove back into the enemy lines, he could notice his men's performance a hundred meters away .

'I forgot to give them a command . Is there anyone ordering them to use this tactic?'

Tong finally realized what he had forgotten since his anger blinded his reason a few minutes ago .

A loud shout and a commotion broke out at the left flank of noble force, so Tong glanced at the direction . He saw his horse unit charging into the enemy's lines as well .

Tong changed the direction of his horse, killing all soldiers in his path . In a minute, he regrouped with the horseman unit .

"Young master!"

"My lord!"

The Yellow Turban were delighted to see their lord safe .

"I didn't order you to move . Why are all of you coming after me?"

"Err …"

The soldiers were embarrassed and flustered . They did not know either .

"Oh well, let's breakout and regroup . We're retreating for now . "