rpbooks Chapter 113 Reclaiming the Land, Erecting a Monument at Nanshan
Chapter 113 Reclaiming the Land, Erecting a Monument at Nanshan
A fourth-tier beast king, killed with a single strike.
A fifth-tier beast king, it's the same as a single strike, there's no difference.
Against a psychic weapon of this level, a fifth-tier defense is practically worthless.
The seventy-two throwing knives almost simultaneously struck seventy-two beasts of the fourth rank or higher, killing them all at the same time and turning them into killing points that flowed into Ye Feng's system.
Seventy-two heads, each contributing at least a thousand kill points, bringing in nearly one hundred thousand in this wave of gains.
Not yet satisfied, Ye Feng used his throwing knives to launch another attack.
However, many high-value beasts have already escaped his attack range.
It's not that his mental power can't reach it; it's that Ye Feng's teleportation distance with the flying knives is limited.
It seems I still need to improve my mental strength.
About three hours later.
Three thousand warriors, Ye Feng, and Cao Zhenshou are the four of them.
They found themselves back in front of the Azure Dragon Fortress.
"Sigh! It seems this is the best we can do for today." Ye Feng sheathed his flying knife.
Tefon checked his kill count; he had earned over 500,000 in just three hours.
[Ding! Host's kill count: 538500 points]
[Ding! Host Achievement Points: 30]
On the battlefield, three thousand soldiers were still chasing down the fleeing alien beasts, and Cao Keyuan and his three companions were also helping.
Zhang Lizhuo, in particular, unleashed his full power at the mid-stage of the sixth rank, making him even more ferocious than Dong Sheng in killing alien beasts.
Unfortunately, the monsters they killed couldn't provide Ye Feng with kill points.
Because Ye Feng's Killing Lord skill only has 3,000 subordinates, which is already full.
We can no longer accept Zhang Lizhuo and the other three as "subordinates".
Ye Feng stood in front of the gate of Qinglong Fortress, watching the soldiers chasing the alien beasts and watching the alien beasts fleeing.
Looking at the land he had reclaimed, an indescribable sense of pride welled up in his heart.
The southern mountains. Before Ye Feng arrived, this land was a paradise for strange beasts and a forbidden zone for humans.
The people of Jiangcheng lost face, their lives, and their dignity here.
He got it back now.
"Commander Cao." Ye Feng turned to look at Cao Keyuan.
Cao Keyuan had just killed a fourth-tier armored beast king and was wiping his blade when he heard this and looked up.
Let's erect a monument here.
"A monument? What monument?" Cao Zhenshou was puzzled.
"The Nanshan Stele," Ye Feng said, "proclaims to the world that the southern mountains henceforth belong to the human race."
"Engrave the names of the fallen soldiers on it. Then place the head of the black dragon in front of the monument."
Cao Keyuan looked at Ye Feng and remained silent for a long time.
Then he laughed. But as he laughed, his eyes welled up with tears.
Ten years ago, when the Azure Dragon Fortress fell, he was still a mid-stage fifth-tier deputy garrison commander.
That night, he watched helplessly as his comrades fell one by one, as the city walls were breached by strange beasts, and as the fortress fell.
He knelt in the wilderness all night, vowing to reclaim the land.
Ten years have passed, and he has not succeeded.
The situation in Jiangcheng is getting worse and worse; fortresses are falling one after another, and strongholds are falling one after another.
He thought the vow would never be fulfilled.
Then Ye Feng appeared.
In less than half a month, this young man recovered all the land that Jiangcheng had lost.
"Alright." Cao Keyuan's voice choked with emotion. "Erect a monument. Inscribe the names of the fallen soldiers on it. Let future generations know that this land was won with blood."
Director Zhou walked over and patted Cao Keyuan on the shoulder.
Old Zhang carried a large knife, looked up at the sky, a cigarette that had never been lit dangling from his mouth, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Zhang Lizhuo stood aside, looking at the four Jiangcheng people, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
"You Jiangcheng people."
He said slowly, "It's quite interesting."
Cao Keyuan turned to look at him and smiled.
"We Jiangcheng people have always been very interesting."
The location for the Nanshan Stele was chosen to be on the highest tower of the Qinglong Fortress.
That was the highest point in the entire fortress, from which one could overlook the entire southern mountain range.
The stele was forged from the bones of a black dragon; it was entirely black, ten zhang tall, and three zhang wide, with three large characters inscribed on its front.
"Nanshan Monument"
The back of the monument is covered with names.
Those are the names of fallen soldiers, starting from the battle where Qinglong Fortress fell ten years ago.
All the way up to the final battle to recapture the Azure Dragon Fortress.
Those with names are engraved with their names; those without names are engraved with their serial numbers.
"The 17th Squad of the 3rd Battalion of the Jiangcheng Night Watchmen" and "The 2nd Regiment of the 7th Division of the Jiangcheng Military" and so on.
Beside the monument are the head of a blue dragon and the head of a black dragon.
The blue dragon's head was made into a specimen, its eyes forever open, gazing towards the southern mountains.
The dragon's head was cast into an incense burner, inside which incense burned in a perpetual flame.
Ye Feng stood in front of the monument, looking at the densely packed names.
He didn't know any of these people; they had died in the long war to reclaim this land.
Some people died ten years ago, some five years ago, and some died yesterday.
Some people left their names, while others didn't even leave their names.
But they should all be remembered, and they deserve to be remembered.
"Salute!" Dong Sheng's voice rang out before the monument. Three thousand soldiers raised their right hands in unison.
No one spoke, no one whispered.
The wind blows from the depths of the southern mountains, passing over the names on the monument and making a mournful sound, like the whispers of countless heroic souls.
Zhang Lizhuo stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the monument, the three thousand soldiers in front of it, and the young man.
He recalled Zhao Gongming slamming his fist on the table and cursing "absurd!" in the prefectural city.
He silently thought to himself, "Lord, when you see this young man, you'll realize that it's not him who's absurd, it's us."
Ye Feng turned around from in front of the monument and looked at the three thousand soldiers.
"The southern mountains have been recaptured."
Three thousand soldiers shouted in unison.
"But we still have a lot to do." Ye Feng's voice drowned out the cheers.
"The fortresses and strongholds occupied by the beasts need to be rebuilt, and the land occupied by the beasts needs to be reclaimed."
"These things are harder than fighting a war. But we will definitely do them well. Because the people of Jiangcheng have never been spineless."
The cheers rang out again, this time even louder.
Cao Keyuan stood in front of the monument, looking at the cheering soldiers, at the recovered land and rivers, and at the young man being tossed into the air by the soldiers. His eyes reddened again.
He has shed many tears in his life.
It flowed when my comrade sacrificed his life.
It flowed when the fortress fell.
It flowed when Jiangcheng was besieged.
But this time was different; this time, it was tears of joy.
Because of Jiangcheng, we finally stood up.
Sunlight shines on the Nanshan Stele.
The three large characters "Nanshan Stele" gleamed in the sunlight.
Before the monument, the blue dragon's head is forever open, gazing towards the southern mountains.
This monument will stand here forever, witnessing the glory of humanity on this land.
"From now on, this monument will serve as the boundary!"
"The land behind us all belongs to Jiangcheng!"
"Tell the ancestors of Jiangcheng!"
"The land you conquered, we have reclaimed!"
Ye Feng's voice wasn't loud, but with the support of his mental power, it resonated throughout the entire Azure Dragon Fortress.
In that instant.
Ye Feng was like a god descended from heaven.
His glorious image was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.
"Long live the Commander!"
"Long live the City Lord!"
"We, Jiangcheng, have won!"
"The people of Jiangcheng have finally stood up!"
At that moment, all three thousand warriors and the four guards under Cao Zhenshou wept.
A man doesn't easily shed tears!
It's just not time to get excited yet!