Loser System and Berserker Me

Chapter 150: Mudslide!

“We shall slaughter them!”

Shu Yichao raised his modao and let out a burst of bloodthirst.

Now that he had hundreds of thousands of terracotta soldiers under his command, the red dots on the minimap suddenly looked more jarring than ever.

“Slay them all! Level those who refuse to submit to Great Tang! No enemies shall wander intact on Great Tang’s soil!” Shu Yichao ordered.

At his command, the hundreds of thousands of terracotta soldiers turned into a sea of undead that gushed out in all directions.

…

“What are those monsters?”

A Tibetan soldier’s face warped in horror as he stared at the seemingly endless army of terracotta soldiers from the walls of a small town.

“What kind of ordeal is this?!” he howled in despair. “Men, we have to hold the fort!”

Their courage was praiseworthy, but their small town had only a hundred soldiers and a couple of half-assed mages. In comparison, there were at least 50,000 terracotta soldiers outside their walls.

How could they win?

Even so, they did everything they could to rally able-bodied men to fight back. The conscripted men howled in despair when they scaled the town walls and saw the horrors that awaited them.

“Spare us!”

“Those are monsters!”

“We’re all doomed!”

A Tibetan soldier glanced at them and scoffed, “Crying? What will crying do? Do you see the spears in their hands? All of us kill be killed if they breach our defense and get in here!”

Through such scare tactics, the town squeezed out a sizable army.

Even so, they felt nothing but despair when they looked at the tens of thousands of terracotta soldiers that had encircled their town, till…

A bright-red flag suddenly appeared amidst the terracotta soldiers. Wherever the flag went, the terracotta soldiers would step aside to open a path.

“Tang?!”

Those on the town walls were flabbergasted.

“Listen up!” Eleventh Liu and a few other soldiers galloped to the front of the formation with the Tang flag held upright. “Our ancestors from the Anxi army has returned. Great Tang’s army has arrived. Open the doors and surrender unconditionally, or else we’ll kill everyone inside. I’ll only wait till this incense stick burns down.”

Eleventh Liu lit up an incense stick, starting the countdown.

Those in the town walls were dumbstruck. They couldn’t understand what was going on.

The Tang army had arrived? Why was their army a vast sea of terracotta soldiers?

But time was ticking down, so they quickly began their discussion.

“We must surrender!” someone shouted in fright. “Or their terracotta soldiers will massacre us!”

“We can’t surrender!” someone objected. “How can you be certain they’ll keep their promise? What if they refuse to spare us even when we let them in?”

“Can we even hold the fort?” someone angrily asked.

A few hundred soldiers against tens of thousands of terracotta soldiers; anyone with a functioning brain would know it was an impossible fight.

“We’re dead meat anyway. Our best bet is to surrender and hope that they’ll take us in.”

“That’s ridiculous!” someone retorted. “Think about it! Why would they bother asking us to surrender if they could easily breach our defense! I bet those terracotta soldiers are just for show. They might just be an illusion!”

Time swiftly passed while the Tibetan soldiers were engaged in fervent discussion.

“Yet another bunch of thick-headed fools,” Eleventh Liu sneered. “Attack!”

The terracotta soldiers surged toward the town like a mudslide, causing the earth to quake.

“Shit!”

The Tibetan soldiers wailed in horror.

“The monsters are attacking!”

“Please give us more time! We haven’t come to a decision yet!!!”

“Did anyone bring a white flag?”

“You aren’t allowed to surrender! Get up there and stop them!”

Unfortunately, it was too late no matter how the Tibetan soldiers howled.

Shoosh shoosh shoosh!

Arrows rained down on the town walls. Their damage might not be impressive, but it was tough to fend against them when there were so many of them that they looked like an army of locusts. It was impossible for the Tibetan soldiers to cope when there only so few of them.

Those who failed to dodge in time were turned into hedgehogs before rolling down the walls.

The smarter ones quickly found a place to hide, but unable to conceal their whole bodies, they suffered multiple arrows in their few exposed spots.

Those who survived hid in the corner, shivering. Hearing the whizzing of the crossbows and feeling the quaking of the walls, none of them had the courage to step forward and face the countless arrows raining down on them.

“We’re a small town!” a Tibetan soldier cried. “Isn’t it ridiculous to mobilize tens of thousands of terracotta solders just to deal with hundred of us?”

No one on the wall could counterattack at all.

The terracotta soldiers easily washed over the town like a tsunami, flooding it. Despite the Tibetan soldiers’ attempts to defend it, how could they possibly stop an army of such scale? Cries of agony and angry howls filled the town in the blink of an eye.

Anyone who harbored enmity was being taken down by the terracotta soldiers.

There was no sympathy, no compassion, and no mercy.

Those on the walls were chopped into minced meat. Those in the alleys were stabbed till they were like beehives. Those dragged out of their houses had their necks slit.

Some of the stronger soldiers were able to hold their own even against multiple terracotta soldiers. The mages could also melt down dozens of terracotta soldiers just by tossing their potions.

But their resistance was futile given the hulking army they were up against.

After a bloodbath, the Tang flag was raised in the town covered in smoke and blood.

Such scenes were happening in the towns in Shule’s vicinity.

It was always a couple of Tangs leading tens of thousands of terracotta to conquer strategic location and raising the red Great Tang flag in them.

Shu Yichao paid no heed to the smaller towns, leaving them completely to the terracotta soldiers to deal with. His targets were the more guarded military strongholds where heroes were likely to be stationed.

For instance, Zhujubo.

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Starve’s Historical Trivia:

Zhujubo is currently Xinjiang’s Kargalik, but the name ‘Kargalik’ came much later. In this era, it is still known as Zhujubo or Zhujuban.