Two and a half hours later, the 300,000-strong Barbarian army had been slaughtered like cattle, with nearly 250,000 dead.
The remaining 50,000, drenched in blood and terror, knelt on the ground as captives.
Their spirits were shattered, their will broken. Seeing Oliver Sheng’s army, their bodies trembled instinctively, not daring to resist.
On this grassland, rivers of blood flowed, and the stench of death reached the heavens.
The ground was littered with corpses, the last elite backbone of the Barbarian tribes, utterly annihilated.
Oliver Sheng’s soldiers, each with eyes full of terrifying killing intent, had naturally accumulated this aura from countless slaughters.
Looking at the sea of corpses, Oliver Sheng’s troops had almost no casualties, except for a few soldiers whose hands were injured from killing too many enemies.
“Victory!”
“The General is invincible, victory!”
“The General is invincible, victory!”
Oliver Sheng’s men raised their swords and shouted, their voices shaking the heavens.
Twelve thousand troops had defeated 250,000 enemies and captured 50,000. Such a victory against 300,000 elite Barbarians was unprecedented in a thousand years.
Of course, this exaggerated victory was entirely due to Oliver Sheng. Without him suppressing the Barbarian army, their 12,000 men would have been doomed against the 300,000 elite troops, unless they were 12,000 heavy cavalry.
Oliver Sheng looked fiercely at the mountain of corpses, his body exuding a crimson killing aura.
By annihilating these 300,000 elite Barbarians, they had ensured that the Barbarians would be unable to march south for at least a hundred years.
Not to mention that in recent days, they had decimated Barbarian tribes, severely weakening them for decades to come.
“Victory!” Oliver Sheng also shouted.
At this moment, they were reveling in the joy of victory.
Gathering over 200,000 warhorses, Oliver Sheng’s troops left the area, leaving behind the corpses that told the tale of this brutal war.
The bones lay exposed on the grassland, uncollected, and the terrifying aura of death kept vultures, eagles, and wolves from feeding on the bodies.
As for the potential outbreak of plague or the emergence of corpse demons, it was not within Oliver Sheng’s concern.
The army marched grandly, 15,000 River West soldiers escorting 50,000 captives, with over 200,000 warhorses and countless cattle and sheep as spoils of war. Oliver Sheng could only lament that he had too few soldiers.
By evening, the army set up camp by a river.
“General, what should we do with so many captives?” Wesley Hu asked.
In truth, they couldn’t take so many captives deep into the grasslands. It required soldiers to guard them and to prevent sudden uprisings.
Oliver Sheng originally intended to take the captives back as slaves to build cities and then send them inland for hard labor.
But now, taking so many captives was indeed impractical.
Killing these 50,000 captives would yield 50,000 kill points, but Oliver Sheng was reluctant to slaughter them.
As Oliver Sheng pondered, Harrison Zhou spoke up:
“Why not try converting these captives into a slave army?”
Hearing Harrison Zhou’s suggestion, Oliver Sheng’s eyes lit up. This idea was excellent.
“Yes, turning these captives into a slave army would give us 50,000 more soldiers.”
“But how do we convert these Barbarians into a slave army?” Oliver Sheng asked.
He didn’t have any means to convert these Barbarian captives into a slave army.
“Heh heh!”
Harrison Zhou chuckled, “General, leave it to me.”
Wesley Hu, seeing Harrison Zhou’s expression, thought to himself that these Barbarian captives were in for a rough time.
“If you have a way, then I’ll leave this matter to you. You have full authority over life and death,” Oliver Sheng said immediately.
“Yes, General!” Harrison Zhou accepted the order with joy.
Late at night, Oliver Sheng finally checked his kill points income.
Name: Oliver Sheng
Race: Human
Realm: Great Grandmaster Limit (+) Yin Spirit Limit (+)
Cultivation Methods: [Great Sun Heart Sutra (Great Accomplishment)] [Primeval Taoist Canon (Great Accomplishment)] [Heavenly Sword Art (Small Accomplishment)] (+) [Visualize of Gods and Demons] (+) [Flood Dragon Devouring Technique] (Can be deduced) [Flaming Heaven Saber Art] (Can be deduced) [Overlord Spear Technique (Great Accomplishment)] (Can be deduced)
Strength: 249,800 pounds
Talent: Super Archer
Kill Points:
Store:
Space: (Millennium Ginseng: 6, Millennium Lingzhi: 13, Five-Hundred-Year Fallopia Multiflora: 10, Polygonatum…)
This sweep through the grasslands had netted Oliver Sheng nearly 400,000 kill points.
With so many kill points, Oliver Sheng’s hands itched, but it wasn’t the right time to elevate his cultivation to the Martial Saint Realm.
In the end, Oliver Sheng focused on the Heavenly Sword Art, as he could still improve his understanding of swordsmanship.
With one-click attribute allocation, 200,000 kill points vanished instantly.
???
Oliver Sheng didn’t have time to question it as a vast amount of swordsmanship experience flooded his mind.
With one sword strike, the light shone across nineteen states…
When Oliver Sheng awoke from his insight, it felt as if he had experienced four to five hundred years of sword comprehension.
“Five hundred years of enlightenment, these 200,000 kill points were well spent,” Oliver Sheng said softly, somewhat comforting himself.
Spending 200,000 kill points for the first time, Oliver Sheng still felt a bit pained.
He had directly comprehended and cultivated the Heavenly Sword Art to great accomplishment. With one sword strike, he could decapitate someone a thousand miles away. This was no longer an illusion for him, although his current strength couldn’t achieve a thousand-mile sword strike.
To achieve a thousand-mile sword strike, he would need to break through to the Martial Emperor Realm to have the power to support such a feat.
In terms of swordsmanship comprehension alone, Oliver Sheng might even surpass the Sword Dao Mountain’s sword master.
Now, with any random sword, Oliver Sheng could easily unleash a ten-mile sword aura.
The next morning, Harrison Zhou gave the captives a sumptuous meal.
For the next three days, Harrison Zhou only gave the Barbarian captives water, no food. Oliver Sheng didn’t interfere with Harrison Zhou’s methods.
After three days of hunger, the Barbarian captives were mentally exhausted and had no strength left.
Then Harrison Zhou captured a large number of Barbarians.
He gathered all the Barbarian captives and brought the captured Barbarians, with many pots of horse meat stewing nearby.
The starving Barbarian captives, smelling the meat, salivated and their eyes gleamed with hunger.
Harrison Zhou looked at the captives and the nearly ten thousand captured Barbarian men, women, and children, and had soldiers who spoke the Barbarian language translate.
“Everyone, you now have a chance to live.”
The translator conveyed Harrison Zhou’s words, and the Barbarian captives finally shifted their attention from the meat.
“Now you have a chance to become the General’s slave army. Kill one Barbarian, and you can eat and live,” Harrison Zhou said, pointing to the captured Barbarian men, women, and children.
The Barbarian captives, hearing the translation, didn’t move.
Clearly, they couldn’t bring themselves to betray their tribe and slaughter their own people. Many still held onto their principles.
Even those who were wavering didn’t dare to be the first to act.
Seeing no one move, Harrison Zhou’s lips curled into a cruel smile. If they insisted on their principles, he would break them completely.
Oliver Sheng watched quietly from the side, beginning to understand Harrison Zhou’s method.
“Bring a Barbarian captive and a captured Barbarian here,” Harrison Zhou ordered his personal soldiers.
“Yes!”
Two soldiers quickly brought a Barbarian captive and a captured Barbarian man before Harrison Zhou.
Harrison Zhou looked at the two Barbarians, threw two knives on the ground, and smiled faintly, “Now, you have a chance. Whoever kills the other can live.”
“You kill him, and I’ll let you go,” Harrison Zhou said to the captured Barbarian herdsman.
The herdsman, looking at his tribesman, was already weak from hunger.
“Kill me,” the captured Barbarian soldier said.
But the herdsman couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Seeing the two not moving, Harrison Zhou lost patience and waved his hand. The two soldiers raised their knives and struck.
“Slash!”
Blood splattered, and two bodies fell into the blood. Among the captured herdsmen, many women and children turned pale with fear.
“Bring two more up,” Harrison Zhou said indifferently.
There were plenty of Barbarian captives, and killing a few thousand was no problem.
This scene made the Barbarian captives and herdsmen realize that one had to die, or both would die.
This time, Harrison Zhou had the knives placed directly in their hands.
“Who lives and who dies is up to you. If you don’t act, both will die,” Harrison Zhou said with a sinister smile.
This cruel tactic forced them to kill each other. He didn’t believe that those who acted would still hold onto their principles.
Once they acted, they couldn’t return to the Barbarian tribes and would have to become obedient slave soldiers to survive.
Seeing the two Barbarians hesitate, Harrison Zhou grew impatient.
“I’ll count to three. If you don’t act, I will.”
“One, two…”
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