Chapter 825: A Task That Doesn’t Want to Be Triggered

Although the Mongol cavalry’s retreat was cut off, those at the forefront advanced like thunder, unstoppable and relentless. They showed no sign of retreating and instead charged toward the general surrounded by guards.
Along the way, the Mongol cavalry mowed down the infantry on both sides as if cutting through vegetables. Every soldier was covered in blood, their faces twisted in ferocity, sending chills down everyone’s spine.
The few who rushed into the battlefield with Happy clearly had sharp eyesight and shared the same plan: to wait until the Mongol cavalry reached the general and his guards before taking action.
Nearly ten thousand infantrymen were utterly unable to mount an effective counterattack against the Mongol cavalry, but Happy and the others immediately saw that the guards protecting the general not only had formidable equipment but also numbered in the dozens, all being squad leaders with strength far surpassing that of ordinary soldiers!
The moment the Mongol cavalry reached them was also when their momentum was at its weakest. This was the wisest time to strike.
However…
In the chaos, not everyone could see this clearly.
A few reckless individuals flew forward, stepping on soldiers’ helmets, full of arrogance…
With such a bold entrance, how could they go unnoticed? The cavalry behind them were already eager for enough enemies to practice against.
When they were less than a hundred meters away from the Mongol cavalry, several axes were suddenly thrown from among them, along with the sound of bowstrings snapping.
Bang!!
Unprepared, two men were struck in the chest by axes, their flesh torn apart as they collapsed into the crowd, screaming. Another two fell from the air like hedgehogs…
All four landed in the same place—a sea of gleaming, black, sharp spearheads.
Puh! Puh!!
Four bodies, along with their sharp spears, crashed into the crowd.
Happy and the others behind witnessed the tragic fate of those in front. Some sneered, while others looked solemn.
The Mongol cavalry’s flying axes were indeed deadly; even protective gear couldn’t stop them, and equipment could be directly destroyed.
At that moment, a few people gasped and quickly changed direction in mid-air to stay away from the front line.
The remaining two were a man and a woman:
The man held a highly rigid black iron sword, his body agile and his gaze firm. From a distance, it was hard to see the woman clearly, but she didn’t seem to be carrying a weapon, which was strange.
While Happy watched these two, they too were secretly sizing him up!

After all, there are many people with a set of four-piece equipment like Happy’s, but few dare to cover their faces with a conical hat on a battlefield where life and death are decided in an instant. Although some like to remain mysterious or attract attention, that thin white veil does indeed cause certain distractions during combat. Moreover, the sensation and sound of the veil brushing against the face affect the player’s vision and hearing—wearing a conical hat in such a dangerous battlefield is practically the same as committing suicide.

However…

Those who not only wear a conical hat but also appear on the battlefield unarmed seem even more enigmatic. In their eyes, such a person is either a super expert or a complete idiot.

The two quickly turned away. The sound of hooves thundered, and cries of battle rushed towards them—the Mongol cavalry had finally reached the general surrounded by a group of guards. Although the large number of soldiers outside formed a makeshift defense line, they were quickly overwhelmed and knocked down as the cavalry charged, their screams echoing as the line collapsed. The guards could even clearly see the fierce faces and cruel smiles of the Mongol cavalry:

“Haha! It’s a general!”
“Catch him alive! Kill everyone else!”

The two leading cavalrymen exchanged a few words and swiftly assigned tasks. The remaining Mongol cavalrymen agreed.

Slinging axes! Cold arrows! Axes and arrows fired from behind the cavalry threw the guards surrounding the general into chaos. A few guards protecting the general were caught off guard and knocked down instantly.

Thud!!

Several other guards had their heads cut off by Mongol cavalrymen charging from the side, blood sprouting high into the air.

“Li Tou, protect the general!”
“The rest, follow me!!!”

The guards were highly skilled. Seeing the urgency, they ducked and charged at the enemy…

A dozen Mongol cavalrymen heard their horses scream in pain, bent low, and crashed to the ground along with their riders! A cold blade struck from the side, slicing through their necks, and those cavalrymen were killed on the spot.

Dozens of skilled and ruthless fighters kept pushing back at the Mongol cavalry, quickly causing chaos—their advance was finally slightly halted.

However…

When the Mongol cavalrymen regained their composure and began slaughtering the guards, axes were thrown…

Thud! Thud!!

As soon as the guards showed their heads, axes smashed into their chests, knocking them to the ground.

This was just a microcosm of the battlefield. Though Happy was slightly surprised by the combat strength of the general’s guards, he didn’t want to miss such an excellent opportunity to enter the battlefield.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, Happy flew over. The moment his feet touched the ground, a guard whose arm had been severed by an axe was still not dead—he grabbed Happy’s foot…
If not for Happy having activated the “Nine Yang Divine Skill” and realizing that the general’s guard had no ill intentions toward him, he surely wouldn’t have allowed the guard to hold onto his trouser leg so gently.
The guard’s severed arm was a gruesome sight; his face was pale, foam frothed at his mouth, and it was clear he was exhaling more air than inhaling.
Yet, through his struggles, Happy managed to catch fragments of the guard’s words:
“…Please… young master… protect… the general…”
His grip on Happy’s trouser leg loosened, and the general’s guard died with his eyes still open.
Ding!
System prompt:
“Task triggered: Entrusted by the deceased general’s guard, protect the general at all costs!”
“If the general is not killed or captured by the Mongol cavalry, the task is completed, granting an additional 1,000 combat points; if the general dies, the task fails, and as punishment, 1,000 combat points will be deducted.”
The latter prompt immediately pulled Happy back from charging at the Mongol cavalry.
Through his spiritual senses, Happy realized that only a few guards remained by the general’s side—several Mongol cavalrymen had surrounded them, forcing them into a desperate fight.
Without even bothering to curse the already-dead general’s guard, Happy gritted his teeth, dodged a flying axe, and rushed toward the general, anxious beyond measure:
“No matter what kind of general you are, you must not die!”
1,000 combat points might not seem much, but at a time like this… he couldn’t afford to lose them.