A sudden rain of arrows descended...

"Take cover!" The piercing voice rang out again. The Han soldiers were caught off guard; two of them, slowed by serious injuries, were immediately struck by arrows and killed.

"Attack!" The voice, never yielding, spurred the Han soldiers forward. They charged into the crowd, trying to join the melee. During the rush, two more Han soldiers were hit by arrows. Their bodies, propelled by momentum, staggered forward three steps before collapsing to the ground with a heavy thud, life already gone.

"Kill!" Another round of unequal slaughter began amidst the roaring chaos.

Chapter 7: Fierce as Demons and Gods

Samuel Harris's hand gripping the scimitar trembled, his whole body shaking as he watched the battle ahead. He had been suppressing the urge to reveal himself and rush into the fray. Charging forward meant certain death, but even knowing this, he could not just sit and wait for doom. Once the foreign cavalry finished off the Han soldiers, they would surely search the village, and he would inevitably be discovered.

Covered in foul-smelling blood, he suddenly stood up and swung his scimitar. "Kill!!!" His voice thundered like a bolt from the blue, shaking the heavens and earth.

Those fighting couldn't help but turn to look. They saw a tall figure suddenly emerge from the darkness, and with the sudden roar, it was as if a demon god had descended upon the world.

The Wuwan people were startled by the sudden appearance of the towering figure among the ruins, their assault faltering at once. As a nomadic people who revered nature, they were filled with awe toward anything they could not understand. They worshipped mountains as gods and had an innate fear of towering things.

The Han soldiers, fighting desperately for survival, were momentarily stunned but quickly recovered. Taking advantage of the Wuwan's hesitation, they slashed wildly with their swords, felling another five or six enemies in an instant. However, after such a chaotic battle, only three Han soldiers remained standing.

"Kill!!!" Samuel Harris's roar was like that of a vengeful spirit. For survival, and out of admiration for the Han soldiers' unyielding spirit, he had no choice but to fight to the death. He swung his blade, cutting down two Wuwan archers who stood frozen in place, then, like a madman, hacked at anyone he encountered, determined to kill as many as possible before the Wuwan could react.

Samuel Harris was like an unshakable giant, slaughtering among the panicked crowd. By the time the Wuwan regained their senses, more than thirteen of their number had already fallen to his blade.

The surviving Han soldiers, seeing the sudden appearance of the giant man butchering the Wuwan, were greatly encouraged and fought with renewed vigor. The foreigners, called Wuwan by the Han, saw the giant slaughtering their comrades like a god of death and dared not approach. Suddenly, three blood-soaked figures emerged from the darkness, and the Wuwan, panicked, shouted something in terror, their morale collapsing.

Who was Samuel Harris? He was an elite paratrooper of the Republic, systematically trained in the martial arts of the Chinese people, honed over thousands of years. Relying on his combat skills, physique, and the advantage of the terrain, he was already accustomed to fighting in complex environments. Killing the Wuwan was as easy as slaughtering dogs, and they were so terrified by him that they all retreated.

John Morgan and his two companions had been bluffing in the rear with trembling voices. Seeing Samuel Harris's unmatched bravery, their fear gradually faded, and they found the courage to pick up weapons from the ground and join the fight against the Wuwan. Samuel Harris's valor gave them the courage to battle the foreigners. Once the fighting began, John Morgan displayed remarkable skill, fighting the Wuwan with great vigor, while Matthew Cooper and George Baker coordinated to resist the enemy.

Samuel Harris, eyes bloodshot, fought desperately, venting a month's worth of rage. The scenes of the Xiongnu slaughtering Han people like livestock replayed endlessly in his mind. With every enemy he cut down, he thought of the old man's simple, wrinkled face...

After a round of killing, he struck down the last moving figure before him and roared to the sky, "Kill! Kill!! Kill!!!" Corpses of the Wuwan, mangled and broken, lay scattered outward from where he stood. His vision was a sea of crimson. Suddenly, he heard a horse's neigh. Mechanically, he turned to look and saw a blurry figure climbing onto a horse, about to flee...

"Die!!!" Without thinking, Samuel Harris hurled his scimitar. The blurry figure fell from the horse. Still lost in the brutality of battle, his face twisted as he looked around, his vision blood-red!

Ten Wuwan, terrified, no longer dared to fight. They scrambled onto their horses and fled in panic...

'Ding—'

Samuel Harris crouched to pick up a scimitar and swung it at someone approaching. The blow was blocked by a longsword. He tried to strike again, but a familiar voice sounded in his ear, "Brother Lin..." He didn't hear it, hacking down again and knocking the longsword away. Just as he was about to kill a Han soldier who had fallen to the ground, Matthew Cooper grabbed him from behind.

"Brother Lin, are you crazy? Stop!"

Samuel Harris snapped back to his senses. The blade of his scimitar was only a few centimeters from the Han soldier's neck. He stood frozen for a full five minutes before returning to normal, his vision clearing, no longer a sea of red. Looking around at the corpses, he slumped to the ground in a daze.

The two surviving Han soldiers, along with Matthew Cooper, John Morgan, and George Baker, were all covered in blood. They quietly watched the wounded Samuel Harris in a stupor, his face shifting through many expressions, until he suddenly bent over and vomited violently. He had experienced modern warfare with firearms, but never before had he been so covered in viscera and flesh.