Chapter 1030.3: Dying in the North - Part 3
There was no question that Scenic Mountain Pass could not be held. Nor could Pine Pavilion Pass behind it.
Once the great war began, the scouts were the first to die. After the scouts came the defending generals and soldiers stationed at the forward passes. Covered in blood from head to toe, Song Ming gasped for breath. By now, he was taking in far less air than he was letting out.
A Bitter Sea martial artist could do almost nothing on a battlefield like this. When the strength of both sides was relatively equal, he could still command from the rear and determine the outcome of a battle through strategy. But at a time like this, he was no different from an ordinary soldier, standing atop the city walls and doing everything he could to keep the demons from climbing up.
But now, all he could see before him was an endless sea of demon soldiers. The walls could no longer be held.
A demon centurion first smashed the old sword cultivator's flying sword with a single punch, then punched a hole clean through the old sword cultivator's chest. Only then did the centurion reach in and tear out the old sword cultivator's heart and liver. After giving them a glance, he tossed them aside in disgust. His lips moved, speaking in the demon tongue.The meaning was simple enough.
Too old.
Song Ming grinned, blood constantly spilling from his mouth. He had not seen how many demons the old sword cultivator had killed, but he had seen enough to know there were at least quite a few.
That was enough.
The problem was, once every defender, soldier, and cultivator here had died... No matter how many demons he had killed, who would be left to tell his disciple?