Chapter 337 — The Enemy Presses to Within Thirty Li
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 5
" the flag officer said again. The flag officer's voice came, flustered: "The enemy is already at forty li! " Yuyuan Chuyun's palms were slick with sweat. He clenched his teeth and rasped, "General Jian truly can endure! To dare wait until thirty li—thirty li, that is within the enemy's attack range. .
. " The flag officer at once waved his flag, ordering the ships; the gun emplacements on every ship immediately drew on the energy of the pill furnaces, gathering force, ready to fire.
Yuyuan Chuyun sighed in admiration: "Teacher Jian is still Teacher Jian. Had I not studied the sword under you back then, Chuyun would never have achieved what he has today.
" More than two hundred tower ships abruptly turned broadside with a creaking and groaning, their enormous hulls seeming to become walls of bronze and iron strung across the sky. In a flash the cannon light shot out, and thousands of pillars of light, thick as rice bowls, appeared in the air!
At the very first exchange, the barbarian kings, khans, and Witch Kings charging in the front ranks were riddled like sieves and fell from the sky! Several of the mighty ones at the Life-and-Death and Divine Bridge realms were startled, and the Duke of Wei, the Grand Commandant, the Champion Huaihua Grand General and others charged out to attack them!
Jian Tang waved his flag, splitting the two hundred-odd tower ships into two fleets: one drifting in the upper air, one below, no more than a hundred zhang apart.
Yuyuan Chuyun commanded the upper fleet, striking at the enemy's flying cavalry; Jian Tang commanded the lower fleet, plowing the ground as it went.
The fleet pushed forward broadside, cannon light hissing out in volleys, and wherever it passed, men and sheep alike were flung headlong! Meanwhile, Shen Mu and the Lame Elder returned to Qingmen Pass, where they found Lizheng and the Jingping Imperial Preceptor sitting leisurely on the gate tower drinking tea, wholly unconcerned by the state of the battle.
"Jian Sansheng can endure, and his attainments in swordsmanship are extraordinary.
A battlefield is like a sword, and he already counts as an expert. " The Jingping Imperial Preceptor poured tea for Lizheng.
Lizheng was still waiting for him to lift the cup to his lips when he suddenly recalled that this was the Jingping Imperial Preceptor, not the pill master, and so had to use his own vital essence to raise the cup.
He took a sip and said, "There is a shadow of your swordsmanship in his sword art—and, oddly enough, a shadow of mine as well.
" The Jingping Imperial Preceptor shook his head. "I never taught him.
" The two turned their heads together to look at Shen Mu, who had just climbed onto the gate tower.
If neither of them had taught Jian Tang swordsmanship, then it could only have been this Great Sect Master Shen.
Then both frowned deeply, for they saw the Great Sect Master Shen holding a strange, glittering golden book in one hand and a pair of underpants in the other. "Shen'er, I threw away what I stole, but you haven't thrown away yours—you're the finest hand under heaven now! " the Lame Elder said, giving a thumbs-up in praise.
Shen Mu shook his head.
"My skills are far below Grandpa Lame's. " "Throw it away, throw it away!
" The Lame Elder pinched his nose. "What's so good about a Venerable's underpants? Throw them away at once! " Shen Mu tossed the underpants off the gate tower, walked over to the two men drinking tea, casually threw the Golden Book Scroll onto the tea table, sniffed the fragrance of the tea, and said with a smile, "I happen to have some fine tea leaves—brought from the Heavens by a Young Master Xu named Xu Shenghua.
I shamelessly begged half a packet off him. " "The Heavens?
" The Jingping Imperial Preceptor and Lizheng's hearts skipped.
Drawing their eyes from the golden book, Lizheng said hurriedly, "You met a visitor from the Heavens? He didn't strike at you? " "No. " Shen Mu said, puzzled, "Xu Shenghua is a very amiable man.