northernbook Chapter 332 The Moonlight Is Beautiful Tonight
Chapter 332 The Moonlight Is Beautiful Tonight
"Is the moonlight beautiful tonight?"
"A few days ago, when I went to the outer defense line, I uncovered an infiltration operation. That was the day Zhang Youcai was brought here, right?"
“Yes, Captain….”
Zhong Ming's expression was solemn, his brows furrowed. "That day was a full moon, but why is it still a full moon today? Several days have passed."
At this point, the group looked up at the sky again, but they really couldn't see anything wrong with the moonlight.
They quickly lowered their heads again, and no one seemed to think there was a problem.
"Perhaps it was a situation where the moon was almost full a few days ago, and today it's just that the full moon has passed a little?" the group speculated.
Zhong Ming looked at the beams of moonlight shining in front of him and felt that it was similar to that day. The moonlight shone on the road as if it were sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar, but it seemed... a little sweeter than that day?
He took out the late spring cold snap, just in case.
"Captain, there's no need to be so nervous."
Zhong Ming pondered for a moment, and unknowingly walked more than half the distance, arriving at the lakeside below the waterfall. This lake had never enjoyed a moment of peace, as the waterfall constantly shattered the tranquil surface of the lake.
He suddenly bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and took a sip.
The lake water is sweet and refreshing; one sip and you feel invigorated.
Unwittingly, Zhong Ming noticed something strange through the reflection in the water in his hand.
The moonlight is really bright tonight, exceptionally bright.
He leaped up suddenly, mounted his sword, and soared into the sky.
Hmm... not quite accurate, because there weren't many clouds today.
He flew so high, higher than the tip of the cannon barrel, higher than the mountaintop, that he stood in a position where he could see the whole view and look down.
The moonlight is not uniform.
He finally realized what was wrong. The moonlight that night had been even, illuminating the road in front of him and softly casting its glow on the surrounding land before gradually blurring into the distance. But tonight, the moonlight was only particularly bright in the direction of the military camp; it wasn't as bright in other directions.
In the handful of clear water in his hand, he discovered that the moon had a tiny crescent shape, a crescent as thin as a willow leaf, which was dimmer than the rest of the moon.
That's right, because it shouldn't be a full moon today, and there shouldn't be moonlight there.
He looked up again, and this time, he braced himself against the late spring chill, the red tassel of his spear swirling and spreading out, obscuring the counterintuitive area.
Humans don't stare at the sun for no reason; strong light would put immense pressure on a cultivator's eyes. For a cultivator, light... is replaced by spiritual energy.
"not good."
Zhong Ming realized what was about to happen! With lightning speed, he took out the Thunder Drum from his storage bag and threw it into the camp with all his might.
A terrifyingly loud explosion rang out, putting everyone on edge. Warriors placed their hands on their storage bags, cultivators in seclusion awoke, and the entire camp instantly came alive.
The people on the periphery busied themselves with preparations, their faces etched with exhaustion. The hidden cultivators gripped their weapons and lay in wait even deeper, like ghosts, silently concealed within the bustling crowd.
A powerful beam of light suddenly struck the earth, splitting the heavens and earth in two like a slit in the sky.
That bright moonlight was none other than an extremely magnificent beam of light.
This was a massive teleportation attack.
Countless enemies appeared three zhang directly above the camp. While most people looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky and covered their eyes because of the bright light, the enemies teleported to land above the ground.
The merfolk screamed and crashed to the ground, and among them was a gigantic enemy that Zhong Ling had never seen before.
"Barbarians! They're barbarians! They've joined forces with the merfolk!"
Since the seven wolf armies all had their own guesses about this, the barbarians stopped pretending. They roared, their language bearing many similarities to the official language of Yunzhou, like the distorted curses of the lowest-level miners in the mine.
"For the Lord of Death!" they roared.
Their powerful physiques unleashed a massacre upon landing. In the very first round of attacks, about a third of the barbarians killed the Flame Wolf Army cultivators simply by smashing them down or stomping on them upon landing.
They were over three meters tall, some even reaching five meters, wielding enormous spiked clubs. A single blow could lift an entire tent off its spot, and their terrifying power was enough to shatter the spiritual energy shield of a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator with their bare flesh.
Chaos erupted instantly on the battlefield. Zhong Ming clearly saw a huge figure land on top of the cannon barrel, roaring down at the earth below, waving a giant banner in his hand. If it weren't for the cannon barrel above, he might have planted the banner on it.
The barbarians' morale soared, and the inexplicable power emanating from the banner made all the raiders extremely excited.
The enemy was exhausted, our troops were in high spirits, and we won a great victory!
This time, the merfolk had all switched to bone spiked clubs. When the major factions clashed, they were all indiscriminate in their use of clubs, and the camp was in complete chaos with blood splattered everywhere.
Zhong Ming did not frantically drive the mother and child swords back, as that would consume too much power. Wouldn't an exhausted cultivator just be throwing his life away?
He led Fang Qianqian and the others quickly towards the camp. At this point, the effects of Zhong Ming's training over the past few days were becoming apparent; Fang Qianqian's stamina was noticeably better than before, at least for a short period of time she could keep up.
"Where's the battalion commander? Hasn't he made a move yet? Is he still putting on his pants?"
"It's not that bad, trust your brother-in-law."
Zhong Ming wondered to himself, "Where is the battalion commander? There shouldn't be a second enemy force coming to attack the camp from both sides at this point, and the other side probably doesn't have the resources to spare either."
At that moment, a glance out of the corner of his eye almost made him laugh.
A figure crept out from the top of the massive cannon barrel, aimed at the barbarian giant waving the flag at the highest point, and kicked him.
The barbarian staggered, and then a terrifying torrent of spiritual energy surged behind him, blasting him and his flag off the ground.
This sneaky fellow was none other than the battalion commander.
As for what follows.....
He wasn't worried at all.
Fang Qianqian's older sister is wreaking havoc.
Ever since they received Zhong Ming's letter, the only thing causing trouble in their tent was two paper figures. Having been lying in wait for a long time, they went all out when they made their move.
Beneath the earth, the seemingly solid camp soil suddenly "erupted," and those with profound cultivation revealed themselves to unleash their full power.
Inside the barbarian tents that were opened, there were not many real people. When they laughed cruelly and swung their spiked clubs at the "people" who were meditating or sleeping, the ground below exploded into pieces with each blow, revealing that most of them were actually paper dolls.
Their true forms are often hidden underground not far away, ready to strike and kill in an instant.
The barbarians were tough and thick-skinned, so there weren't many deaths in the short term, but the merfolk were different.