Battle Royale of the Sinners Chapter 249

Chapter 249: 249
Chapter 249 – Jiang Man, The Rat
Zou Jing's instinct shouted that he had to run as his trauma relapsed . Zou Jing jumped off his horse and hid behind his bodyguards, who were looking at their boss in confusion .
A second later, light arrows flew at the soldiers on the frontline . All arrows curved and flew against the physics laws, piecing the heads of the men .
"Kill that man!"
"It's a lone archer! Kill him!"
Though the noble armies charged and rushed at the lone rider, more arrows stopped them on their tracks .
All fast runners who managed to get closer to the rider were shot down .
Furthermore, the horse archer kicked the side of his horse and turned it around, escaping from the charging footmen . After getting a good distance, he turned around and fired more light arrows .
Several hundreds of light arrows withered down their armies, which made the noblemen realized who they were up against .
Desperate cries and death throes shocked the onlookers .
"Is that the Goddess of Death?"
"But that's a man! It's Zhang Tong!"
"Zhang Tong is here!"
Some nobles panicked, but several commanders were excited . All commander with fighting experience galloped their horses to chase Tong .
*SNAP*
After firing several hundred arrows, the bowstring snapped . Tong tossed the bow away and was about to take his spared bow, but he stopped .
The oncoming chasers came with horses . Tong did not have enough time to lock-on or shoot an arrow .
Tong exhaled and took out his gun, which had been stored inside the weaponry package on horseback . He regulated his breath and fire, one shot at a time .
*BANG*
A bullet penetrated the skull of a charging horseman . Ten others were still coming after Tong .
*BANG* *BANG*
*BANG* *BANG*
All horsemen were shot down from their horses, shocking the volunteer forces and Zou Jing . Liu Bei and his brothers stared at the gun in shock as well .
With all the chasers gone, Tong put away his gun, switching his weapon to a bow again . He continued firing homing arrows at any locked target without bothering trying to search for Zou Jing .
The anxious volunteer forces still rushed at Tong because of the command of their bosses . They wanted to run away, but they were afraid of the repercussion from the noble clans, so they had no choice but to charge .
Tong picked off the enemy footmen with leisure, slowly withdrawing while shooting at the pursuers .
Five minutes later, the bow was broken as the bowstring snapped yet again .
'No more homing arrow . How many bullets I have left again?'
Tong retreated back to his army while he was counting the 9mm bullets he had . He almost emptied a clip just now, but he still had four full magazines left, which had a total of 60 bullets .
He reloaded the clip and stored the remaining magazines in his cloth, preparing for the long battle .
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Meanwhile, the chasing army was still relentless . Despite that they lost several thousand men from the light arrows, they again came after Tong .
"We still have the superior number . After them!"
"Kill . Kill . Kill!"
The nobles gave the commands, forcing every force to go after Tong .
Because the footmen and the horsemen were a mixed force which did not belong to everyone's association, all officials and nobles did not care about their lives . As long as Tong and his Yellow Turban force were eliminated regardless of casualties, every surviving noble could claim the credit .
None of them had a sense of comrade among the troops, only the political interest .
Liu Bei and his men did not chase after Tong . Instead, they follow behind Zou Jing's groups . They were boycotted by the nobles as they were afraid that this no-name army would steal their achievements .
"What's with those light arrows?" Liu Bei was astonished .
"Is that sorcery?" Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were shocked, too .
Jiang Man watched the battle in solemn . He knew that it was a skill that Tong displayed .
'He has a gun, but the bullets should be limited . As long as he wastes all of that with the soldiers, we'll still be fine . But . . . It's odd . All skills should have been nerfed to oblivion . Zhang Tong should have been able to use that skill once a day . '
'Lilim, do you hear me? I want to know if it's legit or not to be able to use a skill multiple times a day!'
Jiang Man tried to report the [Bug] to Lilim .
And he received a reply!
[Indeed . All skills should have been limited to once a day and have an upkeep over 2,000 lifespans a year . Let me investigate this . ]
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[You're right . Zhang Tong has used a loophole to cheat the system . I'll do something about him . ]
'Hey, I reported a bug . Can I get a reward?'
[Okay . What do you want?]
'Return my skills, of course! Can you cancel my quest and give me a skill?'
[No . I won't give you a skill unless you complete your mission . But, I can do this instead . ]
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'Virtue?'
[You can think of it as an evolutionary process . You have been infected by an angel's blood so you can evolve into an immortal . I'll accelerate the angel blood growth in your circulation system, then you won't have to wait 20 years for it to awaken . I'll leave a note in your status menu about all the details . It's up to you if you can cultivate it . ]
[This is the only reward I can give you . ]
Jiang Man sniggered in his mind as he enjoyed being a rat for the system .
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Tong sudden felt a sick headache, which he almost fell down from his horse .
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The message was the answer to why he suddenly had this sickness despite that he had illness immunity passive .
"Lilim!" Tong groaned while he was gritting his teeth .
[I'm only fixing the imbalance skills that you have . ]
[Go ahead and cry like you used to . You can't blame me for doing my job . ]
[Ciao! HAHAHAHA!]
"THAT BITCH!" Tong bellowed . As he screamed, his face reddened, and his eyes were bloodshot . His hatred toward this administrator had reached a new height .
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"Ugh!"
Misfortune struck Tong one after another . He had to calm his emotion even though he had yet to vent his anger .
'I swear, Lilim . One day … I swear …'
The facial expression and his unintentional leaking killing intent terrified Tong's subordinates .
"Young master …"
"My lord …"
The red pupils, which appeared frequently, glowed again . Tong glared at the rushing soldiers that had not given up chasing after him .
Tong had not lost his sanity because of his anger . He merely wanted to vent his frustration .
"A glaive … give me one," Tong extended his right hand without looking at the soldiers .
"H-Here, sir . "
Terrified by Tong, a soldier passed his glaive to his lord, who grabbed it and galloped his horse forward .
"Eh?"
The Yellow Turban soldiers were panicked as Tong rushed at the enemies without giving his order .
"What do we do?"
"Uh?"
"Captain?"
"I don't know . Screw it, follow the lord! Charge!"
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The ambitious mixed force of five thousand men still ran after Tong . The moment they saw that Tong was rushing at them alone, they laughed as if they were on drugs .
"HA HA! Zhang Tong is an idiot!"
"The bandit leader is a fool . Kill!"
"His head is mine!"
Because of their greed and desire for rewards, they did not work together or form a spear wall formation to counter Tong's solo charge .
Before Tong reached them, he aimed his pistol forward, using his left hand .
*BANG*
*BANG*
The front soldiers, who were aiming their spear at Tong's horse, received a bullet into their head, one each .
The threat to the charging horse collapsed on to the ground, Tong's glaive swung down at the nearest soldiers .
As Tong was using one hand to control his polearm, he could only swing it once every second . Although it was slow in Tong's point of view, his swing contained the strength of a 2-winged demon . All soldiers were sent flying even if they were hit by the shaft .
Seeing that one gun and one glaive was not efficient, Tong put his gun away and held the glaive with two hands . At this time, his horse rammed into a soldier, which slowed its charging momentum .
"Humph!"
The speed of his polearm swing doubled, and all soldiers, who were in Tong's reach, were cut into pieces .
"He's slowed, get him!"
Since Tong dove right into the unorganized mobs, he wedged into the center of the five thousand men and was surrounded in a few seconds .
Yet .
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
If Zhang Liao, Gao Shun, or Li Feihong were here, they would have thought that Lu Bu was playing in the enemy's formation . The image of Tong wreaking havoc alone in the enemy's line resembled Lu Bu at the Battle of Jinyang .
But compared to the monster among men, Tong had not reached that mastery yet .
Each swing sent one or two bodies into the air . Blood rain showered everyone in the range of 5 meters, comparing to Lu Bu's five men a swing .
As he fought, he was also learning . The movement of his glaive had less useless moves as he continued killing . He stopped relying on the horse ramming and used his glaive to cut a path for his horse so it would not get stuck in the formation .
Tong's polearm movement slowly refined . From the random swing turned into a swing with meaning and purposes . The arc of the glaive did not curve widely, but it became sharp and accurate . Sometimes, Tong grabbed the edge of the glaive bottom tip and waved it around himself, repelling the sneaking soldiers who tried to attack him from behind .
The training with Medusa in Hell only implanted the basic movements into his instinct, but fighting life-and-death battles with the real enemies squeezed out Tong's true potential . Tong's perception and reaction speed had reached 80% of his full overclock mode even though he had yet to exert his brain power yet .
Two minutes passed, soaking in the enemies' blood, Tong broke through the pack of five thousand men mob . He could see the main army, which had a higher number than this group of mix force .
Tong pulled the horse reign and turned around, diving back into the formation of soldiers once more .
At this moment, the almost 4,000 Yellow Turbans had made contact with the mobs, they charged right into the unorganized files of formation, which pushed back the noble force .
The yellow cloth troopers did not fight blindly either . The front soldiers slammed their shields at the front enemies and held formation . The second line of spearmen supported the shield bearers, while the rest of the backlines took out their crossbows and fired supporting barrages . The few hundred horsemen detached themselves from the main group to the side . They circled to the left of the mob and charged right into the packed formation .
As Tong dove back into the enemy lines, he could notice his men's performance a hundred meters away .
'I forgot to give them a command . Is there anyone ordering them to use this tactic?'
Tong finally realized what he had forgotten since his anger blinded his reason a few minutes ago .
A loud shout and a commotion broke out at the left flank of noble force, so Tong glanced at the direction . He saw his horse unit charging into the enemy's lines as well .
Tong changed the direction of his horse, killing all soldiers in his path . In a minute, he regrouped with the horseman unit .
"Young master!"
"My lord!"
The Yellow Turban were delighted to see their lord safe .
"I didn't order you to move . Why are all of you coming after me?"
"Err …"
The soldiers were embarrassed and flustered . They did not know either .
"Oh well, let's breakout and regroup . We're retreating for now . "