Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1674 - 387: Chen Jiusi’s Plan to Rescue Liu Futong

Blades whistled fiercely as they cleaved the air. Armors shimmered with icy gleams under the sun, cow horns blasted mighty roars, banners fluttered to show the fighting spirit of both forces.

A brutal clash erupted across the plain, war's inferno searing the ground, thick oil fumes saturating the air, mixed with the reek of charred corpses from the blaze.

Blood from court troops and Zoroastrian Sect followers drenched every patch of soil, each rock standing as a silent observer to this savage conflict.

The carnage on the battlefield grew fiercer, one force being the imperial army, crushing the insurgents to safeguard their privileges.

The opposing force consisted of the rebel troops, defying the court in pursuit of their lofty goals, to drive out invaders and revive Huaxia.

The two sides smashed together like massive meat grinders.

Elephant Soldiers and Giant Wood Flag warriors barreled toward each other, vying in raw power and bravery.

Sharp Gold Flag troops lurked inside the pass, raining down endless arrows, matching the superb marksmanship of the White Deer Army.

The Zoroastrian Sect's Twelve Elders Hall commanded thirty thousand followers to battle the Grey Wolf Army's swords, contesting in guts and heroism.

Slaughter rang out as the battlefield's wild melody, splashing blood serving as the dance of this frenzy.

Soldiers from both armies brandished gleaming weapons, slashing at unknown foes ahead.

Thick leather armor failed to stop enemy strikes, slippery mud led to stumbling feet, deafening yells and death cries drowned out all else, leaving just one urge: to kill!

Kill!

As the forces clashed, atop the pass, Mr. Guan clutched his folding fan tightly, his composure shattered. The imperial forces proved overwhelmingly mighty—Treasure, White Deer, Grey Wolf, the Empire's top three legions. Their full assault was horrifyingly unstoppable, tightening breaths; these were true adversaries.

Meanwhile, in the imperial ranks, Tuotuo observed from the back, noting his troops' heavy casualties. He conceded the Zoroastrian Sect was a formidable foe, with Fiery Fire Flag's roaring blazes and Flood Flag's flesh-melting poison waters.

The Giant Wood Flag's immense charging might, the Sharp Gold Flag's divine Hundred-step Piercing accuracy, proved hard to counter. Less than an hour into the fight, thousands on his side lay dead or wounded.

Continuing like this, breaching the pass would claim countless more lives.

With that thought, resolve flashed in Tuotuo's gaze; he signaled the reserves to reinforce and push forward.

Spotting Tuotuo committing reserves, Mr. Guan's face grew grave. He gestured for Elder Wu Ma and Elder Wei Yang of the Twelve Elders, still holding position, to take the elite backups and ready the charge.

Mr. Guan had held back this crack unit from the start, drawn from Twelve Elders Hall's finest: fifteen hundred from Chou Niu Department, one thousand from Chen Long Department, two thousand from Wu Ma's personal force, and fifteen hundred from Wei Yang.

These reserves awaited Tuotuo's ace play to counterstrike, and now Mr. Guan commanded; Elder Wu Ma dashed out with Elder Wei Yang.

"Kill!"

Roars from both sides boomed like thunder, gritting teeth as they surged ahead—victory goes to the bold in army clashes!

All understood as cow horns blared the charge: no fleeing possible, overseers at the rear gripped tiger-head broadswords. Any coward turning back faced instant death from them.

No path behind for the troops, only straight-ahead assault. Armies colliding brought spear forests, glittering blades and swords, warriors' bellows and agonized wails, flesh and blood spraying, limbs flying, a hellishly gory spectacle.

Distant bowmen loosed volleys, arrows punching through armor into bone, soldiers howling in pain.

From the cliff mouth vantage, onlookers shivered with dread—this was war, the ultimate grinder.

In this chaos, human life seemed utterly worthless.

Chen Jie pondered this, sighing inwardly while scanning about; exiting the Ruins here was impossible with the fight raging below.

Yet at that instant, Chen Jie saw Chou Niu freeze, eyes locked on the fray. In the midst, a band of fighters battled desperately. Chen Jie paused, peering closer, spotting among them burly figures in green garb.

The burly warriors bore the character "Niu" emblazoned on their bodies. Chen Jie immediately recognized that the savage fighters clashing in the middle were none other than the men of Chou Niu Hall.

Gazing at his former loyal followers battling down below, Chou Niu's eyes bulged wide. When he spotted a Chou Niu Hall disciple pierced clean through by an opponent's long sword, he bellowed in rage: "These beasts!"

As the clash intensified, Chou Niu's stare stayed locked in place. All of a sudden, he went rigid.

"These beasts, how dare they send Xiao Niu into the fray?"

The onlookers traced Chou Niu's gaze and beheld a frail-looking lad of fifteen or sixteen years, gripping a massive blade taller than his own frame as he stepped onto the field. His awkward stumbles drew frowns from the crowd.

What madness to thrust such a tender young child into battle?

Truly outrageous recklessness—this boy's origins were far from ordinary. He was the son of Chou Niu's sworn brother, tied by bonds of life and death. In his final moments, that friend had placed Xiao Niu in Chou Niu's hands, pleading for utmost care, yet here he was, plunged into the chaos of war.