Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 614: Want to Live, Military Discussion

During the half hour of resting in the place, braving the cold rain, Song Shi managed to figure out some information about the current time point.

The price was that the adjutant's expression became a little weird.

Just talking about the East Land, the world is currently divided into thirteen states.

After looking at the map provided by the special supply officer, I found that there were some unignorable differences between these Thirteen States and the modern East Land in my memory - mainly in terms of terrain.

Just like in his hometown, Yulai County, the "Jiulai River" that spanned the entire county thousands of years later, the current waterway distribution is very different from what it was later. It is estimated that high-level psychics have fought here in the past few thousand years, changing the terrain.

The group of psychics known as the "Seven Supreme Sects" dominates this world.

The so-called "127th year of Tianyuan" did not refer to any emperor as he had previously thought, but was a custom from the previous clan.

Whenever a new shogun is born, the world will change the year system for him.

The closest one, becoming the seventh supreme sect in the world, is the Psychic Group——

【Tianyuan pure one way】.

As for dynasties, there were some, but Song Shi evaluated that these dynasties had little presence and could be said to have completely become vassals of the Seven Supreme Sects.

There are even precedents where rival clans used dynasties as chess pieces and tore them apart in the game.

"——The difference between immortals and mortals is like heaven and earth."

Song Shi rolled up the map and slid his index finger across it carelessly. This map was made of some unknown material, but it had the toughness and durability of fur and the clarity of paper, and was quite useful.

"Ancient psychic supremacists? I feel like they would have something to talk about with the East Continent Republic... No, it's hard to say."

"Ok?"

Song Shi raised his head.

There was a sudden noise in the distance.

After waiting for a few breaths, he found that the commotion did not stop, but instead had a tendency to expand. Song Shi put the map back into his waist, grabbed the spear and walked over.

No one dared to stop him. When some soldiers who were originally crowded on the periphery saw Song Shi coming, they quickly moved to the side and made way for him.

Regardless of the position of the enemy's vanguard officer, and regardless of his recent record of killing the cavalry commander head-on, his appearance alone is enough to make him frightening.

Burly men have always been praised for having "broad shoulders and strong waists", and Song Shi turned this praise into reality with his psychic skill [Tiger Bone].

He is over two meters tall, with a broad and thick frame, optimized, twisted muscles, and heavy armor. From a distance, he looks like a guardian Vajra made of molten iron walking down the mandala.

Pushing aside a soldier who had not had time to move aside, Song Shi thrust his spear into the mud beside him and looked towards the center: "What's going on? What's causing such a commotion?"

In fact, there is no need for explanation. Song Shi reacted as soon as he saw the scene in the center of the circle of people.

His hair was disheveled, and fine drops of water, whether sweat or rain, were running down his cheeks and all over his body. His clothes were soaked in mud, but he couldn't wipe it off because he was tied up and pinned to the ground. In addition to him, there were two other people beside him, dressed in the same way, but stripped of their equipment, like curled up, shivering birds.

--deserter.

"Master Zhang."

Seeing the eight-foot tall man squeezing over, the only person standing in the middle bowed. Judging from his appearance, he was a junior military officer, but the smile he forced was still quite ugly.

"These three tried to run away, but luckily they were caught in time."

Song Shi hummed and signaled the other party to untie the rope of one of them. The latter was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the former raise his hand, he swallowed it back and silently untied the man in the middle of the three.

"Run? Tell me, why do you want to be a deserter?"

The man rubbed his hands in disbelief, still a little dazed. He was startled when he heard the words and subconsciously raised his head.

I saw a man as tall as an iron tower standing in front of me, with no expression of sadness or joy on his face, and he was looking down at me with his hands folded.

"me"

Facing this gaze, the voice gradually became quieter.

But the man's eyes remained motionless, and for a moment, the only sound in the whole place was the swirling howling of jackdaws, which was the rustling sound of the cold wind blowing through the woods.

Maybe a second, maybe minutes.

The man finally couldn't stand the deathly atmosphere anymore, his pale lips trembled and suddenly opened.

"I don't want to stay here and wait for death!" He stood straight in the mud and water, shouting: "It's been so many days since we came from Liyuan! So many of us have died!"

His face had the purple flush that is unique to being emotional: "Xintian. I joined the army just because I heard that it would provide me with a meal! Rebuilding a new world. I don't want to be in charge, and we don't have the ability to be in charge. Even General Xie was killed by the upper clan! What can we do!"

"This is not a reason to be a deserter."

Song Shi shook his head.

"But I want to live." The other party whimpered, and suddenly began to kowtow, kowtowing with all his strength, splashing mud and water everywhere: "Master Zhang, please be kind and let us live! I promise not to appear in front of you again."

"You would rather kowtow to me here than wield a sword against the Shangzong?"

Song Shi really wanted to say this.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

If I don’t eat, I will starve to death, so I want to eat something. If I continue, I will be chopped by swords and shot by arrows, so I want to take off my armor, throw away my weapons, and escape from here.

What's wrong with wanting to live?

"——How to deal with people who escape during war?"

Song Shi suddenly raised his voice.

The young officer's expression suddenly became serious: "According to the New Heaven Military Law, anyone who pretends to be dead or flees during battle will be beheaded!"

The moment the words fell, a loud bang broke the air, and the dense rain lines suddenly broke, drawing an arc - when the spear returned to Song Shi's palm, the three people on the ground fell down together, and blood spurted into the sky from the headless neck, painting the earth with large areas of crimson.

"Are there any of their fellow countrymen?"

Song Shiyin spoke in a calm tone. After a few breaths, several hands were raised in the crowd.

"Collect their bodies."

The young officer stared at the big man in a daze, wondering why this vanguard officer Zhang was a little weirder than usual. But when the other party looked at him, he quickly bowed again and said, "Oh, Lord Zhang! It's just right that you're here. I was just about to inform you that Captain Xiao summoned you to the big tent for a military meeting."

Song Shi nodded.

As he was about to leave, the young man took one last look around. Most people were staring at the corpses in a trance, their faces colorless, like living skeletons. The atmosphere was like a dark mist, and it would probably take a lot of effort for a second-level Consensus to turn it into positive energy.

After a dozen breaths.

Song Shi arrived at his destination - the so-called big tent, which was, in this situation, just a hastily erected cloth tent with even the gaps not filled in, allowing wind to leak in from time to time.

Including Captain Xiao, there were eight people in total.

When Song Shi walked in, the room seemed even more cramped.

One of them was in a trance, thinking back to how powerful the Beitian Army was, and how they looked down upon everyone! Even the immortals from the Seventh Sect were killed!
He and others followed Captain Xiao and led a total of 5,000 people, which was considered a main force under the Beitian Army.

Who would have thought that after the Seven Supreme Sects became completely serious, the situation gradually fell into a quagmire, and the Beitian Army no longer had the dominance it once had. There was even a battle in Liyuan, and those immortals from the Seven Supreme Sects, along with the dynasty they supported, almost defeated the entire Beitian Army!

Most of the familiar faces who had attended military meetings in the past were now missing, and of the five thousand soldiers, only less than two thousand remained.

Even General Xie, the commander of the Beitian Army, has not been heard from since he faced the leaders of the two major sects, [Shura Chengeyu] and [Daxuanye Sect], at the Liyuan battle.

Rebuilding a new world. Is it just a dream after all?
While the other party was in a trance, Song Shi was also looking at everyone in the tent. In addition to Xiao Duwei who was in the third ring [Transcendence], there were two second rings. These were all the extraordinary units in this remnant. The situation could hardly be called good, not to mention that everyone was injured.

As for the first ring, even in the ancient battlefields of cold weapons, under normal circumstances, it is difficult for a first-ring psychic to reverse the situation and is powerless to deal with human wave tactics.

"Everyone is here." Xiao Changlie pulled out a giant map, spread it on the table, and said concisely: "Next, we must turn to the Great Mud Mountain with all our strength. The mountain is a barrier, and only then will we have a glimmer of hope."

"After crossing the Great Mud Mountain and going another 300 miles ahead, we will be within the reach of the Southern Heaven Army." Someone took over the conversation and said, "The Southern Heaven Army must have made arrangements to intercept the Upper Sect and pick us up."

"Captain Xiao, this is the problem." Another person spoke up, "Even if Bi Qing is worried about your sword and can't use it, his lackeys should not be underestimated. Besides, we have more infantry and fewer cavalry. If we meet them again, we can send cavalry to harass and delay them."

He smiled bitterly: "We can't expect every time to be like today, giving Zhang Er an opportunity to kill their leader."

Xiao Changlie frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, this is a military meeting! If you have anything to say, just say it directly!"

"Free up all the horses, gather a vanguard cavalry, cross the big mud mountain first, and join the Southern Sky Army first." The other party had obviously prepared a plan in advance: "The rest of you continue to move forward and delay the pursuers until you and the Southern Sky Army come back for support."

Xiao Changlie suddenly opened his eyes, his red pupils seemed to be soaked with blood: "You mean, I should abandon my men and live alone?"

"How can this be called living in disgrace?" The man faced Xiao Changlie without any fear. "In war, you must sacrifice what you can and cut off what you can! If we continue to drag this on, sooner or later you will be forced to use your sword to rescue us! After so many attacks, how many nails can you have even if you are made of iron? When Bi Qing is no longer afraid of you, then we will have nothing to do!"

"Make a decision now, at least we can retain some strength. The Beitian Army needs to keep some sparks!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xiao Changlie was furious, and the flying sword beside him clanged and rang: "They swore to follow us until death, not to be used as consumables! If we do that, what is the difference between our Beitian Army and the Upper Sect? Besides, we have a chance to fight--"

"Captain." Someone said, "Your courage has gone."

Xiao Changlie's angry voice came to an abrupt end.

"The Battle of Nancy Mountain was the last battle we won, but that was two years ago. We lost again and again after that, and the Battle of Liyuan was a complete mess. Our courage has been lost."

Someone else spoke up. It was another second-ring psychic, wrapped in lacquered armor. He said in a muffled voice, "These days, those cavalrymen have been chasing us from behind. Many of them were not injured by arrows, but were injured by their own people. They couldn't fight back."

"You are a sword cultivator who has achieved success. You will never retreat and your spirit will soar to the sky. But you are not like that. If you were on the path of 'Spiritual Consciousness', you could forcefully boost morale, but you are a sword cultivator."

"I'm going to say something unpleasant." Another person said, "Captain, your escape is more important than anything else. We have two thousand people. Hey, if you are healed, how long will it take to kill them all? With your cultivation, you will still be useful to the Southern Heaven Army. Besides, you are not really the only one who can leave."

"I've calculated that if we gather more people, we can have about 200 people to retreat with you, then."

"If there is no one, where can we find sword cultivators?" The ferocious look on his face suddenly disappeared, and Xiao Changlie's face calmed down. He shook his head slightly: "The difference between immortals and mortals is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth. This is the rule set by the upper sect for this world. Our New Heaven Army is going to recreate this 'new heaven'."

"Now you want me to betray this." Xiao Changlie's voice was as firm as iron and stone, "Then why did I join the army in the first place? I might as well break Chi Xing and smash his head against the stone lion to death!"

[Chixing] is the name of Xiao Changlie’s flying sword.

However, after these words, at least three people in the tent showed annoyed or disapproving expressions.

Recreate a new heaven. If shouting slogans was useful, Shangzong would have been defeated by them long ago. Moreover, even in the New Heaven Army, how many people would really fight for this slogan?
Wow, there is one right in front of me.

No matter how upset he was, the captain's kindness to him and others over the years was real. He would persuade him again and again, if that didn't work, he would change his mind.

I had no choice but to accompany you to the underworld.

"--You mean, if we gather our courage again, we can all survive?"

At this moment, someone else spoke, and it turned out to be the pioneer officer Zhang Er who had made a contribution not long ago.

The person who said "My courage is gone" was stunned, then frowned: "Zhang Er, I don't mean that--"

"Since we can't make a name for ourselves for the time being." Song Shi put his hand on the map and looked around at everyone. His eyes seemed to be burning, illuminating the tent for a moment. Even Xiao Changlie was surprised: "Then let's win first, rebuild morale, and then make a decision!"

The big tent was quiet for a moment.

The next moment, Xiao Changlie raised his hand and stopped the others who were about to speak, his red eyes slightly closed: "Zhang Er, tell me."

"In the Liyuan battle, our army was defeated, but the Seventh Sect also suffered heavy losses. In addition, the Southern Heaven Army was also involved, so the only person responsible for chasing our army was Bi Qing. The dynasties they supported were indeed obedient, but at the cost of being weak, so the troops they provided to Bi Qing were just ordinary troops."

"Bi Qing is at the third ring, the third level, and can come and go without a trace. He can catch up with us at any time, but those ordinary troops can't, so we have been trying to harass and delay them with cavalry these days."

"Then." Song Shi stared at Xiao Changlie: "The next time we see them, it must be a small group of elite cavalry with extraordinary units. Kill them and steal their horses. Then we will have more room to fight or retreat separately."

"There are only three of us, including you, who are masters of the second level." The officer in charge of the baggage shook his head, "We have used up and lost very little of the weapons that can allow ordinary people to threaten masters of the second level since the battle of Liyuan."

"Ordnance? No need."

Song Shi shook his head.

"I am enough."

(End of this chapter)