This was a battle of a very small scale, but this battle created a disturbance comparable to that of a million-strong battle. In two days, the sky turned dark, the earth shook, and the mountains shook. This was not an exaggeration at all.
The small Qu City was not a famous city in this world, because it had a small population, did not occupy a large area, and did not have deep city walls. It was not the birthplace of any religion or belief.
But from now on, it would be like Mount Olympus in another world, becoming an indispensable landmark in many mythological systems.
Countless mortals would recite this terrifying battle of the gods, and the legend would be passed down from generation to generation. When some busybody in the future compiled it, the so-called mythological system would be formed.
Qu City was still the same city, but there was no longer a single living creature. The tens of thousands of living creatures that had lived here seemed to have evaporated, and no trace of them could be found.
Mortals were destined to become the background of this great battle. No one would care about their life and death, and no one in the future would pursue them.
In fact, the battle in Qu City had only lasted for half a day. Originally, there were more than seventy big shots gathered here. Logically speaking, relying on this base that had been in operation for a long time, no matter how skilled the five hundred Qin soldiers were in battle, no matter how exquisite and terrifying the Qin army's formation was, it should not have been possible for them to defeat this city that was guarded by more than seventy big shots in just half a day.
The real reason was that they had been caught off guard. First, they had been caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the Qin army. Second, they had been caught off guard by this bloody and tragic battle, where the big shots could be sacrificed like little soldiers at any time.
After all, the new batch of big shots that had come here had not truly experienced fighting against the peak powers of this world's natives. After coming to this world, all they had done was clean up the battlefield and catch the fish that had escaped the net. Compared to their seniors, they were much more fortunate.
But because of this, their mentality did not change much. What they had originally thought of as a land of evil, or even a land of cruel death, was actually quite relaxed when they came here.
And it was precisely this attitude and this spirit that allowed the Qin army, despite having been thwarted by Lychee and the bamboo hatted elder, to be able to quickly and fiercely defeat their opponents.
People created gods according to their own ideas. For example, the gods in ancient Greek mythology would also have conflicts and often create some family ethics dramas. For example, the legendary underworld judges in China were actually very similar to the county magistrates in the county government.
God was the transformation of human thoughts, and what these big shots had displayed in this raid was genuine human nature.
Some people knew that they couldn't escape, and there was nowhere to run. Although this world was huge, it was just like the natives who escaped the net when they were hunting. When they themselves became the target of the hunt, it would be a deeper level of despair.
However, there were still people who ran. They knew that it was wrong of them to run, but in the face of a powerful enemy that they were destined to use their blood and lives to resist, they chose to retreat and live.
Those who didn't want to run could only follow the others when they saw them running.
The military defeats that had occurred in history were also happening here, and the root cause had not changed at all.
The radio station had cultivated its listeners like a Gu, but it did not have a righteous name. The radio station was selfish and heartless, and its listeners had perfectly inherited its style. This was a bit like the late Qing government. They wanted to think of ways to resist the invasion of foreigners, but they were actually sitting in the perspective of an invader, and could not really send out a so-called call to arms.
In the past, the radio station would not have thought about this. To it, the big shots were just products that could be continuously pushed out from the assembly line. No matter how low the price-to-performance ratio was, the radio station did not care. It was rich, and it could afford to play around.
However, in this situation, this group of people, which was the most powerful fighting force that the radio station currently had, seemed so vulnerable.
For Xu Fu and the Qin soldiers under his command, taking down the city in front of them was the easiest step. However, their subsequent pursuit caused them great losses and difficulty.
Qu City had fallen, and most of the bigwigs had become deserters. They did not have the courage and perseverance to resist and fight with the original formations. But once they escaped and were left alone or in groups of two or three to face the pursuit of the Qin soldiers, the other side of the listener would be stimulated.
When there was no way out,
The listeners were often able to put all their eggs in one basket.
This was an instinct that they had honed after experiencing many story worlds. The story worlds before the radio station rarely set up certain death situations. It needed its listeners to escape death time and time again and break through, and not play them to death one by one.
Therefore, in the pursuit, the big shots who were in desperate straits seemed to be instantly blessed by the 'Iron Blood Halo'. They struggled especially fiercely, and there were even many cases where they pulled the Qin soldiers beside them to self-destruct after confirming that they had no chance of escaping alive.
In this battle, when attacking Qu City, the Qin soldiers had only lost a few men. However, in the pursuit, more than 20 soldiers had died. After all, the big shots had broken out from all directions. It was impossible to maintain the original formation to pursue them, and they had to spread out. In addition, Lychee and the bamboo hatted old man had injured dozens of Qin soldiers, greatly weakening the Qin army's peak combat power. Under such circumstances, casualties were unavoidable.
Xu Fu stood alone in the air above Qu City. His eyes were closed, but he was able to see the situation of the battle in the surrounding hundreds of li in his mind. Orders were sent out one by one. The death of every Qin soldier was an unbearable burden to Xu Fu, because they were the last elites of Great Qin. He, Xu Fu, still wanted to raise the black flag of Great Qin in this world again, but he could not do it alone.
This was because the peak power of this world's natives had indeed been destroyed by the big shots that the radio station had sent over over the past few hundred years. However, the radio station had not been able to enter and change this world according to the original plan. Moreover, this world was larger than Earth, and had a larger population. As long as they were given time to breathe, their foundation and culture, and even the so-called spiritual energy and laws of heaven and earth would still exist. In a few years, they would also produce peak experts.
Xu Fu was not the radio station. He knew that if he wanted to colonize this world and restore the glory of Great Qin, he and the Qin army under his command would have to continue fighting here for many years.
However, the more it was at this time, the more Xu Fu could not withdraw his troops. Even if he split up and gave chase, even if he had to face continuous losses, Xu Fu could not choose to withdraw his troops.
He was a wise man. Naturally, there was a reason why the First Emperor had chosen him for this final battle two thousand years later. Xu Fu knew that if he could not completely eliminate the root of the problem this time, he had to at least kill most of the listeners. Even if only thirty of them survived and escaped, the next time he took action, this group of listeners would be especially united. At that time, it would be even more difficult to deal with them. Moreover, who knew when the darkness would send another batch of listeners?
It was better to have a short pain than a long one!
The battle was still going on. As the range of escape and pursuit grew larger, the impact of the earth collapsing and mountains cracking also grew wider. However, at the same time, it also meant that more and more listeners were killed.
Today, the lives of the big shots had become very cheap and worthless.
They became very cheap and worthless. Their anger, unwillingness, and roars could only be exchanged for a scapegoat at most. In fact, some big bosses couldn't even drag a scapegoat down with them and were directly killed.
The battle that lasted two days and two nights finally came to an end. Xu Fu gave the order to withdraw his troops. Although there were less than ten elders who had escaped with serious injuries, they were no longer a threat. Even if ten of them gathered together, a single charge from the Qin army could pierce through them. If there were twenty or thirty of them, they would have to pay a heavy price.
Amidst the blare of the horn, the Qin soldiers began to collect the corpses of their comrades.
In this battle, a total of thirty Qin soldiers had fallen. Most of their corpses were not complete. After all, in a battle of this level, it was difficult to preserve a complete corpse.
Adding on the injuries caused by Lychee and the bamboo hatted elder, more than a hundred Qin soldiers were seriously injured. Nearly half of their injuries could not recover in a short period of time. Unless they found heavenly treasures to recuperate, it would be difficult for them to recover their peak strength within three to five years.
After all, they were not elders, but malevolent stars that the First Emperor had created by sacrificing tens of thousands of Hu Ben. Even if their combat power was extraordinary, in many aspects, they were not as complete and complete as true elders.
Under the black royal flag, the Qin soldiers rearranged themselves. The corpses of their comrades were buried on the spot. This was the rule of the Qin soldiers. They fought and killed along the way, and the soldiers who died would be buried in the territory where they died. There was no need to bring their corpses back to the country, because the place where they died was the new territory of the Qin Empire.
Although only thirty people had died in this battle, nearly a quarter of their combat power had been lost. The price was actually very low. However, Xu Fu knew that although the Dark Side could not continue to send people to participate in the battle, they should still have some resources in their hands. It was just a matter of who would have the last laugh.
"Clang!"
Amidst the sound of the horn, all the Qin soldiers hit their weapons heavily on the ground, making an orderly and solemn sound.
"Gale!"
"Gale!"
"Gale!"
They were sending off their comrades.
At the same time, they were also sending themselves off.
Because all of them knew in their hearts.
This battle …
Was not over.
In fact …
The real battle was here.
It had just begun …
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