More than 10,000 Qin elite soldiers, more than 8,000 Yellow Turban soldiers and Yellow Turban warriors, 50,000 awakened ones, and more than 10,000 county soldiers surged out from the city gates and the steps on the city walls, chasing after the fleeing orcs like a tide.
Black armor, yellow turbans, and leather armor were mixed together, and the shouts of battle were deafening.
Outside the city gate, a large battalion of the Crescent Legion was the first to rush to the battering ram.
A young soldier was the first to climb onto the roof of the vehicle, hands on his hips, head held high, and shouted to his comrades who were still shooting arrows on the city wall: "Brothers, look! Our spoils! Purple ones!"
He patted the wolf-headed iron hammer of the battering ram, but the hammerhead didn't budge, while his own hand turned red from patting.
Another soldier climbed up and squatted on the roof of the vehicle, striking a thoughtful pose: "How much would this thing be worth if we brought it back to Earth?"
"Can you pull it back?"
"If I can't pull it back, can't I at least take a few more glances?" he said, circling the hammer twice, his eyes practically glued to the hammerhead.
A third soldier climbed up from the other side, stood on the highest point of the vehicle's roof, put his hands on his hips, and shouted to the sky, "Dad! Mom! Did you see that? Your son is riding a purple siege hammer in the Nightmare World!"
Several people jumped and shouted on the roof of the car, striking various poses and making peace signs towards the sky.
Several more platoons of soldiers ran up and climbed up without saying a word. Some sat on the frame and swung their legs, some hung on the iron chains and swung like swings, and some even did pull-ups on it.
Another man squatted on the hammer, took out a piece of dry rations and started eating, saying indistinctly, "No rush, let's rest for a while, and chase after the main force when they're far away."
In the distance, a burly captain of the Crescent Legion was leading his men in pursuit of orcs when he caught a glimpse of the figures leaping and bounding on the battering ram. His face immediately darkened.
He abandoned his group and rushed over, roaring at the people on the roof: "What the hell are you bastards doing? Get down here! Go kill some orcs!"
Several people jumped down in a panic, falling and grimacing.
The captain kicked the guy in the backside: "You lot, I'll deal with you later! Now, get out of here! Go chase the orcs!"
"Captain, no! I'll never do it again!"
"What do you mean you don't want to go? If you don't go now, I'll dock half a year's worth of your merit points!"
The men scrambled westward, wailing, "My honor! My honor! Captain, spare us!"
The battalion commander cursed and kicked the wheel of the battering ram: "These bastards, I'll settle accounts with you after the war."
The orc army fled westward in disarray, pursued by soldiers from the Beacon Fire Territory for a full twelve miles.
When the last orc ran across the invisible line twelve miles outside the west gate of Hangu Pass, Lin Feng stopped firing his gun.
He stood holding a spear, his golden armor stained with black blood, and the tip of the Wildfire Spear still dripping blood.
There wasn't a single orc standing within a hundred meters of the surrounding area; broken bones and charred corpses littered the ground.
Jiang Zhaoyue flew in from behind and landed beside Lin Feng, her silver spear slung over her back.
A few streaks of black blood were splattered on her silver-blue armor, her ponytail was a little disheveled, but her eyes were bright and her lips were filled with undisguised joy.
She looked at Lin Feng and asked softly, "Lord Lin, what are the next steps?"
Jiang Yelan landed silently on his right, her Shadow Moon Blade sheathed, and several scratches appeared on her black leather armor.
She didn't speak, but just looked at Lin Feng.
Lu Dingchuan, Liu Zhenshan, and Zhao Tieshan walked up from behind, their armor stained with blood, their steps steady.
Lu Dingchuan nodded, his gaze falling on Lin Feng, his voice filled with barely suppressed emotion: "Lord Lin, today's battle will make the name of Fenghuo Territory resound throughout the entire Nightmare World."
Ivan strode over, his giant axe slung over his shoulder: "Lord Lin, today's battle was exhilarating! You took care of those two level 40 orc war lords all by yourself. I'm impressed, completely impressed!"
Nguyen Van Thieu and General Rajput did not speak, but simply nodded slightly to Lin Feng, their respect for him exceeding any words.
Zain and Zara walked side by side, their eyes still red, but this time it wasn't sadness, but the relief of having avenged their great grudge.
Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly as he glanced at the crowd.
Everyone's face was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and the joy of victory.
He took a deep breath: "Lord Jiang, City Lord Lu, Zain, Zara, you lead the army to continue westward and recover all the territories within the Iron Kingdom that have been captured by the orcs."
Jiang Zhaoyue pressed her right fist against her chest: "I obey."
Lu Dingchuan nodded: "Lord Lin, rest assured, we will take back every single one of the cities that were occupied by Tieba Kingdom."
Zain and Zara simultaneously pressed their right fists to their chests and said in unison, "Yes, sir!"
Lin Feng said no more, pushed off with his feet, and soared into the air, flying rapidly towards the northeast.
Everyone looked up at the departing figure and remained silent for a moment.
Ivan exclaimed, "Lord Lin, are you... heading to Osaka Castle?"
Jiang Zhaoyue withdrew her gaze: "Yes, he needs to pull back before the orcs can react."
...
Just after 3 p.m., a golden figure was sweeping across the land at an extremely fast speed in the sky northeast of Hangu Pass.
Lin Feng maintained a speed of seventy meters per second, the wind whistling past his ears and blowing the dust off his armor.
Below are rolling hills and a dried-up riverbed, with occasional glimpses of villages burned down by orcs, their ruins still shrouded in wisps of smoke.
He did not stop, his gaze remained fixed on the northeast, Osaka Castle, which was about 260 miles away.
As he flew, he pulled two things out of his pocket.
It was an item formed from the golden light that erupted after Goron and Salga's deaths, and it lay quietly in his palm.
The first item is a forehead ornament.
The wide, crimson-gold headband fits the curve of the forehead, its body fully embossed with scrolling vines and intertwined flowers. The branches and leaves are graceful and flowing, and the flower buds are layered. The engraved patterns gleam with a restrained luster in the sunlight.
The edges are bound with fine beads, each bead as even as a grain of rice, exquisite yet not ostentatious.
Lin Feng's lips involuntarily curled into a smile; he had been waiting for this headgear for a long time.
With a slight thought, the attribute panel unfolded before his eyes.
【Blood-Drinking Golden Hoop (Gold)】
Location: Head
Equipment requirements: Strength ≥ 50
Basic attributes: Defense +150, Strength +10
Special Effect 1 - Soul Suppression (Passive): Increases resistance to negative status effects by 25%.
Special Effect 2 - Bloodthirst (Passive): 20% of the damage dealt is converted into the user's own health.
Lin Feng's eyes lit up. 25% negative status effect, plus 50% from 【Spirit Fortress】 and 10% from the golden set.
The three combined amount to 85%, which means that the vast majority of negative conditions are ineffective against him.
