Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Chapter 207 Fighting to the death

The Qianyan Army was fighting desperately. Soldiers who were exhausted and dying asked their comrades to throw them up, then they used elemental power and finally took a small group of monsters with them.

But even with this method, casualties continued to rise, and as the battle became more brutal, the number of monsters increased instead of decreasing.

The captain stood at the front of the team, looked back at the soldiers, most of whom were wounded, then suddenly turned back again, his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

It was already dusk, and the setting sun shone on the earth, making the blood look a little redder. The sky was scarlet, and the ground was also red, echoing each other.

The shaft of the spear held by the captain was soaked in blood, and the white tasseled spear turned into a black tasseled spear, as dark as night, which made people shudder.

Countless monsters were still charging forward one after another. It seemed as if they could not be killed at all, and the end of the army could not be seen in the distance.

"Light the torches and fight to the death all night long!"

The captain was no longer able to shout, and informed the soldiers beside him in a hoarse voice. Then he frowned slightly and quickly swallowed the fishy and sweet taste in his throat without spitting it out.

The sergeant said yes, then notified the surrounding areas and asked them to spread the news to inform the entire army.

The news spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, until everyone lit torches. The captain retreated again and stood in front of the chariot with less than ten people left.

The number of Qianyan troops is experiencing a drastic decrease. Every time they retreat, there are soldiers who have little spare manpower and know that they are difficult to save, so they ask to jump out of the vehicle and die.

As a result, the chariots became lighter and lighter, but their offensive power became weaker and weaker. From being invincible and unstoppable to now having to go around the big monster, the contrast is very strong.

This was also a helpless act. After all, even if they stayed, their lives would not last long and they would be torn to pieces by monsters anyway. They would rather die heroically, causing thunder everywhere and burying more monsters.

But at the moment, there are not enough people to make such sacrifices. The chariots have been damaged in many places after so many charges. It would be very dangerous to continue riding.

After a brief contemplation, the captain ordered everyone to get off the vehicles and cut the reins between the horses and vehicles, hoping to let all the war horses go.

Who would have thought that after being freed from the restraint of the reins, the horses looked at the wounded soldiers with their bright eyes. This group of people were the closest people to them, no one else.

Seeing that the horses did not leave, the captain glanced at the army of monsters that were about to attack and ordered the soldiers beside him to quickly drive the horses away so that more food could be left for the barracks before the fatal battle.

However, no matter how the soldiers pulled the reins or waved the whips, the horses only neighed but did not run away from this dangerous place.

The soldier turned around and said in embarrassment: "Captain, they... don't want to leave."

The captain sighed deeply and could only face west, towards the army of monsters that was less than twenty steps away, his voice hoarse and full of determination.

"That's all, let's fight to the death together!"

The sergeant echoed loudly: "Fight to the death!"

After a series of battles, the captain's face was pale and the corners of his lips were cracked. His eyes were still determined, but there was deep despair buried in them.

Are the numerous soldiers of Lisha Suburbs really going to be killed here, without a single survivor?

When this thought came to his mind, the captain stabbed a hillman to death with a spear in his hand, and then led the soldiers to fight in formation without fear.

He didn't know the answer to that question, but he would never sit still and wait for death, racking his brains for an answer. He wanted to lead the remaining brothers to charge and fight their way out.

If there is no place to go back, then there is no need to go back!

In an instant, the soldiers, realizing that they had no choice but to fight to the death, charged with guns raised, fighting hard, unstoppable and without fear of death.

From the moment they stood here, they knew that someone would definitely die, and they also knew that that person would most likely become their own at some point. This was the point at which they had solidified their mindset and they had no choice but to fight to the death and not retreat.

With a fearless attitude and blooming with the power of life, they withstood the attacks of the monsters, roaring, covered in blood, and fighting back with spears without stopping for a moment.

This is a desperate attempt, and it is the only way to maximize their value before death. It will still be death, and their body will still be dismembered, but they don't want to die alone.

That is why, when every Thousand Rock Army soldier realizes that their time is up, those with the Eye of God will release the last of their elemental power to kill the monsters around them, while those without the Eye of God will go straight up with their flesh and blood bodies and push forward against the monsters.

They used their bodies to protect the position a little longer before they died, allowing the battlefield to be held for a moment longer, and then died heroically, becoming one of the wreckage on the ground, staying here forever.

The Qianyan Army was fighting bloody battles, and so were the horses that refused to leave.

Relying on their own bodies, they charged through the army of monsters, then let out the loudest snorts, and were annihilated among the monsters, meeting the end of their lives.

Some of the Qianyan soldiers were so engrossed in killing that they opened their mouths and roared. They were covered in blood, their eyes were bloodshot, and they only focused on rushing forward without stopping.

Afterwards, he was hit on the head with an axe by a Hilliard thug, and was easily split in half. There was no sound anymore, and the corpses fell to the sides.

Such a bloody and cruel scene was the norm on this battlefield. Seven thousand soldiers had already been exhausted for a long time, with only a little more than half of them left. Such seemingly endless fighting made them exhausted to the extreme.

Relying only on their last bit of courage and the determination to never retreat, the Thousand Rocks Army slew thousands of monsters. But their number was reduced to less than two thousand.

The wounded captain disappeared soon after the fight began. They knew what was going on, but they did not stop their actions. They thrust out their spears and then retracted them, repeating the process over and over again, bravely vying to be the first to kill.

A small corner of the battlefield, with two arrows in front of his body, a large wound on his back so deep that the bone was visible, and blood gushing out of the young man, was Su Ping.

Faced with such a severe battle situation, he used his nameless luck method to avoid several life-and-death crises. He also saved Ning Lian, who fought side by side with him twice. The latter also saved him. The two of them fought side by side. Although they were covered with scars, they were finally not dead.

Ning Lian's face was pale, with a deep wound on the right side of his cheek that went through his entire face and almost injured his right eye. If it weren't for his rich experience, he would have died from the piercing of the skull.

Not only that, he also had scars and remnants from being hit by wooden sticks and crossbow arrows. He was covered in wounds, but he stood firm.

The Eye of God on Ning Lian's body once again emitted a dazzling light curtain, instantly freezing the dozen monsters in front of him. Then they shattered and disappeared without any strike, with terrifying power.

However, after this blow, his already bad complexion became even paler, as if he were a dead body, without a trace of blood.

Su Ping's face was solemn. The base of his hands were cracked and blood was constantly oozing out. He was injured and bleeding in many places on his body. He could only practice the magic technique while leaving some immortal power to cover the wounds and barely stop the bleeding.

"Haven't you found Yanchuan yet?" Ning Lian asked quickly after he shot a Hilliard thug in the head and put away his gun to take a breath.

Su Ping dodged a crossbow arrow and replied hastily, "Not yet!"

"Keep looking."

Ning Lian condensed several ice cones and shot them at the hill archers, but because he was injured and this was a battlefield, he only killed four of them. The remaining one was killed by Su Ping.

Su Ping turned over and moved, firing another shot, piercing through two hillbillies in succession. Then he held the spear in front of him and kicked forward with both feet to clear all the monsters blocking his way.

He led the way, and Ning Lian followed closely behind him. The spear rotated in his hands, knocking away or stabbing the monsters that rushed up from both sides, truly fighting his way out.

On the other hand, Iwakawa Yefuku was still alive, but the situation was not optimistic. He kept coughing up blood, and the flesh on his hands was already blurred.

His teeth were broken, and he couldn't hold back the blood that spurted out of his mouth, splashing on the mask of a fire stick hillbilly, making it indistinguishable from the red fur.

Then, a long spear pierced through his heart. Iwakawa was heard gasping for breath and saying intermittently, "It's really bad..."

"Brother Yan, what are you talking about?" The young soldier had a piece of cloth tied on his head, which was oozing with blood, and his face was pale and covered with dirt.

"It's nothing, just keep killing." Iwakawa swallowed a mouthful of blood, raised his gun and rushed forward, beheading two more Hillilians, but they were already at the end of their strength.

A hillbilly thug swung a huge axe, and the axe blade broke through the air and attacked. Iwakawa, who was a little dazed by what was happening in front of him, naturally couldn't dodge in time, but the axe didn't hit him.

"Brother Yan, I'll go first!" The young man used his body to block the axe, and then stabbed the spear into the heart of the hillbilly thug, and then there was no sound.

“You little bastard…” Yanchuan cursed, and immediately the blood rushed up his throat. He spat out two large mouthfuls of blood, and said incoherently, “Why are you saving me when I’m already in this state?”

No one could answer his question. Firstly, no one heard him, and secondly, even if they heard him, they wouldn't know what he said. He could only watch as countless monsters surrounded him, unable to break out.

At this moment, two long spears swept out, smashing the heads of the surrounding hill people, and then one of them pulled up Iwakawa, and the other one led the way.

"This is..." Yanchuan tried hard to open his eyes, barely able to see the brave figure fighting in front of him. He murmured, "It's Su Ping, the one carrying me..."

"It's me." Ning Lian replied calmly, holding him with one hand and holding the gun with the other to prevent the monster from getting close to him.

Yanchuan grinned and spat out another mouthful of blood, which sprayed on Ning Lian's shoulder. He said weakly: "I'm sorry, but it's worth it to be carried on Ning's back before I die."

"Don't die, you have to live!" Ning Lian spoke in an unquestionable tone.

Iwakawa was about to respond when he heard a deafening roar that echoed through the sky.

"Roar!"

It turned out that a rock dragon lizard appeared in front of him. Su Ping responded with a gun. Although his body moved a little slowly, it was enough to avoid the attack of this big monster.

At the same time, another rock dragon lizard attacked from behind them. Yanchuan seemed to have a last burst of energy. He broke free from Ning Lian's hand, threw away his spear, and pounced backwards.

With the last moment of his life, he blocked the rock dragon lizard for a moment, allowing Ning Lian to react, turn around, and fire a shot containing elements in grief.

His injuries were also serious. The shot only injured the big monster but did not kill it. Ning Lian suddenly had a thought: Is he going to die?

"Ning Lian!" After killing the rock dragon lizard in front of him, he hurriedly turned around and rushed forward, stabbing the rock dragon lizard to death with a shot of all his strength. At the same time, the spear in his hand exploded and broke into several pieces.

Ning Lian did not die because he was protected by him, but Yanchuan's death was a foregone conclusion and there was no way to save him.

Once again, Su Ping watched helplessly as his fellow soldiers died beside him, and he was too late to rescue them. It was the Rock Dragon Lizard again.

“Ah!” Su Ping shouted, his hatred for the monster, his hatred for his own incompetence, and his endless murderous intent dyed his already red eyes red, making him look very weird.

He picked up the spear that Yanchuan dropped, took Ning Lian with him, swept away the surrounding monsters, and fled away.

It was already completely dark, and suddenly there was a burst of flames, and the sound of chariots running on the ground was heard. These were definitely not the vehicles of the defenders here, because their chariots had been dismantled long ago and could not be driven.

Then there is only one possibility...

Reinforcements have arrived!