newbobooks Chapter 486 Ghost Soldiers' Backlash!
Chapter 486 Ghost Soldiers' Backlash!
"A trick?" Princess Beiyan sneered. "In the face of absolute power, any conspiracy or trickery is nothing but a futile struggle."
"He thinks an empty city can deter me? How naive!"
She raised her hand and pointed to the barbican: "Send the order down, the army is to enter the city immediately! I want to see what secrets this barbican holds!"
"Yes!"
At her command, the "ghost soldiers" surged toward the open city gate like a tide, their steps heavy and stiff.
In the eyes of the Northern Yan princess, this war was never in doubt from the very beginning.
Inside the barbican, the streets were deserted, the shops were closed, and there was a deathly silence.
The "ghost soldiers" advanced without hindrance and quickly occupied the main streets.
Just when the Northern Yan princess thought victory was assured and was preparing to personally enter the city to enjoy the fruits of victory, an unexpected change occurred!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Suddenly, the deafening sound of war drums resounded from all sides of the barbican!
Immediately afterwards, countless Pingzhou soldiers suddenly appeared on the previously empty rooftops, alleyways, and watchtowers!
They drew their bows and arrows, and the torches in their hands illuminated the surroundings as bright as day!
"Fire arrows!"
At a single command, arrows rained down!
Although ordinary arrows had limited effect on the "ghost soldiers," the dense rain of arrows still slowed down their movements.
At the same time, the ambushers hidden on both sides of the street, armed with spears and shields, charged out from all corners like tigers descending the mountain, dividing and surrounding the "ghost soldiers" pouring into the city!
"We've fallen into their trap!" The deputy general beside the Northern Yan princess's face changed drastically.
The Northern Yan princess's brows furrowed slightly beneath her mask, but she remained calm.
This little trick wasn't enough to move her.
"A bunch of rabble, do you think you can contend with my ghost soldiers?" She sneered, took out the black bone whistle from her waist, and brought it to her lips.
A sharp and urgent whistle rang out once again across the battlefield!
This is the command to unleash the "ghost soldiers" in a frenzied attack!
She was confident that she would tear these stubborn Pingzhou Army soldiers to shreds!
however--
The whistle fell silent.
Those "ghost soldiers" surrounded by the Pingzhou army did indeed become more frenzied, and the red light in their eyes intensified.
However, they did not attack the Pingzhou soldiers around them as the Northern Yan princess had predicted.
Some of the "ghost soldiers" began to attack each other, roaring and tearing at each other, creating a chaotic scene!
Some of the "ghost soldiers" even stopped moving and stood there blankly, as if they had lost their commands!
Even worse, a few "ghost soldiers" turned around and made threatening growls towards the city gate, in the direction where the Northern Yan princess was!
"This...how is this possible?!"
Princess Beiyan's hand gripping the bone whistle tightened suddenly, and for the first time, her eyes behind the mask revealed unbelievable horror!
Her ghost soldiers... have gone out of control?!
No, it's not out of control!
Someone is... interfering with her control using another command!
who is it? !
Princess Beiyan's fingertips were icy cold, and she almost crushed the black bone whistle in her hand.
Her ghost soldiers, her proud and invincible killing weapons, were now killing each other like a pack of mad dogs within the city.
Who has the ability to interfere with her commands, and even... control her ghost soldiers in reverse?!
Her gaze swept quickly across the towering gate tower of the barbican and the rooftops within the city.
Inside the barbican, the soldiers of Pingzhou were filled with high morale.
They witnessed firsthand how those previously ferocious and invulnerable "ghost soldiers" had fallen into unprecedented chaos.
It went berserk, hacking at its own kind beside it, producing dull thuds and beast-like roars.
Or like a soulless puppet, standing frozen in place, letting the Pingzhou army's spears pierce their bodies without any reaction.
"kill!"
Deputy General Wang was the first to react. He raised his arms and shouted, his voice hoarse with excitement.
"General, your strategy is brilliant! Soldiers, follow me and kill! Wipe these monsters out completely!"
The soldiers of Pingzhou Army had been suppressed by these "ghost soldiers" for too long. Now that they saw the enemy in disarray, they did not hesitate.
They shouted and surged forth from all directions, their weapons mercilessly striking the "ghost soldiers."
In an instant, the situation inside the barbican reversed!
On the city wall, in a relatively quiet corner.
Chu Ruohan held the captured black bone whistle in her hand, her forehead beaded with sweat, and her face was somewhat pale.
Interfering with the Northern Yan princess's orders would be extremely taxing on her mental state.
She pursed her lips and played with complete concentration.
The whistle that flowed from her lips was completely different from the sharp and urgent commands of the Northern Yan princess.
Sometimes it was a soothing melody she had previously discovered in the dungeon, one that could temporarily calm the "ghost soldiers."
At other times, there are short, dissonant syllables that are highly disruptive.
It was these seemingly chaotic whistles, like countless invisible threads, that entangled the Northern Yan princess's commands, plunging the "brains" of those "ghost soldiers" into unprecedented chaos.
She could sense that the woman in the golden mask below the city was frantically trying to regain control with sharper, more piercing whistles.
But Chu Ruohan did not back down.
She knew this was her only chance.
In her mind, she repeatedly recalled Dr. Qian's analysis of the "ghost soldiers" and the reactions of the "ghost soldiers" in the dungeon to different syllables.
She even boldly experimented with subtly misaligning and overlapping the syllables that could incite the "ghost soldiers" to frenzy with the commands played by the Northern Yan princess on the battlefield.
What she wanted wasn't just reassurance, but... chaos!
"puff--"
A mouthful of slightly fishy-sweet blood spurted from the mouth of a "ghost soldier" who had been pierced through the chest by his companion's claws and collapsed limply.
Such scenes were constantly playing out throughout the barbican.
Beneath the mask of the Northern Yan princess, her breathing had become heavy.
She stared intently at the out-of-control "ghost soldiers" inside the city, then suddenly looked up at the city tower.
The whistle that interfered with her commands, intermittent and persistent like a leech, enraged her.
She was almost certain that the person was on the city wall!
"Gu Junze!" she roared, her voice piercing the battlefield, "Is this your backup plan? A farce?!"
She tried to provoke Gu Junze with her words and disturb the mind of the whistleblower.
However, there was no response from the city wall.
The disruptive whistle, though unhurried, precisely eroded her control.
Gu Junze stood behind a hidden arrow tower, quietly observing everything on the battlefield.
His face was expressionless, but the tight grip on the sword hilt revealed his inner turmoil.
Han'er, she did it!
She really found a way to subdue these "ghost soldiers"!
However, he also knew that Chu Ruohan had put him in the most dangerous situation.
Once the Northern Yan princess pinpointed her location...