#764 - More evil, more cruel, and more desperate
In the military terminology of my previous life, there was a professional term called "collapse rate."
The so-called collapse rate refers to the casualty ratio at which an army is on the verge of collapse during combat.
This ratio is not an absolute indicator and varies for armies of different eras, countries, and compositions.
However, in most cases, the collapse rate of any army is much lower than most people imagine.
In my previous life, I had professional research showing that the collapse rate of ancient agrarian legions was about 5-10%.
This means that as long as the casualty rate of an army reaches one-tenth, the entire legion will collapse on the battlefield and begin to flee at all costs.
And with the development of the times, this number has also increased a little.
For example, the collapse rate of the US military is about 20%. Once it exceeds 20%, the commander can consider surrendering.
Of course, this is not absolute.
After all, the collapse rate of some small countries' armies is only 1%, while some armies can achieve a "no collapse rate in the field" of 90% or even 100%.
A position is fought to the last man, without retreat or surrender.
I won't go into these discussions, but the point is that any army, under normal circumstances, no matter how large its scale, is extremely prone to disintegration.
And the threshold for this disintegration is actually very low.
This undoubtedly proves that humans are often not as brave as they imagine.
But at this moment, as Wei Changtian looked at the strange and determined faces around him, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of tragic grandeur.
The moonlight was like ink, and there were more and more soldiers around, soon reaching no less than ten thousand.
They stared intently at Wei Changtian and his six companions, the weapons in their hands reflecting a dense, star-like cold light in the moonlight and firelight.
Without a doubt, compared to the golden-armored general who had just died for his beliefs, these ordinary soldiers would not have much of a sense of national honor.
Normally, although the casualty rate of this million-strong army tonight is not high, after all the high-ranking generals in the army have been killed, they should have collapsed and fled.
After all, "a group of dragons without a leader cannot accomplish anything," and besides, these people are far from being considered a "group of dragons."
So why did they make this choice?
Were they infected by the integrity of the fifteen people who fought to the end?
Was it because of the golden-armored general's last sentence, "Great Hui, may your dynasty last for ten thousand generations"?
Wei Changtian didn't know, he could only say that humans are sometimes so strange.
When they are cowardly, they are afraid of everything.
When they are brave, they are not afraid of anything.
As for whether they are cowardly or brave, perhaps it is only a matter of a single thought.
If the first person hadn't stood up just now, maybe these people wouldn't have shown their faces later.
But as long as someone lights this "fuse", then it is like the last snowflake that triggers an avalanche. No matter what everyone's real thoughts are, they can only be swept down by this huge wave.
“.”
Of course, they can also kill for a while before leaving.
But to be honest, even if they killed indiscriminately, the seven of them wouldn't be able to kill too many, at most about ten thousand.
And this number is obviously insignificant compared to a million.
In addition, Wei Changtian had already been injured in the great battle just now, and if an accident happened, it would undoubtedly outweigh the gains, so this Second Rank monk proposed to leave directly.
But...
“Leave?”
Slowly drawing out the Longquan Sword, Wei Changtian smiled: “Venerable Monk, why should we leave?”
“Now that the two armies are at war, if we kill one more, our soldiers may die one less in the future.”
“Tonight is just such an opportunity. Since they want to come and die, then we should accept them all.”
“Are you right?”
“But...”
The Buddhist monk opened his mouth, but after hesitating for a moment, he didn't try to persuade him any further. He just shook his head and exhorted:
“Young Master Wei, killing enemies is acceptable, but we are still in the enemy camp after all, surrounded by nearly a million enemy troops.”
“Entrusted by His Majesty, this poor monk will do his best to protect the young master.”
“However, please also act according to your ability, do not...”
“Act according to my ability?”
Looking at the earnest Buddhist monk, Wei Changtian suddenly interrupted him.
“Venerable Monk, I don’t understand what it means to act according to my ability. I only know that they are of the Lower Three Ranks, and I am of the Upper Three Ranks.”
“So I will definitely not escape tonight.”
“Coincidentally, I want to see how long they can maintain this courage.”
“...”
Definitely will not escape.
The meaning of Wei Changtian's words could not be more straightforward, that is, no matter how many people rush forward, he will not leave, but will continue to kill here until this million-strong army collapses.
But you must know that this is only one situation.
And the other situation, of course, is that Wei Changtian will be exhausted to death before the enemy army collapses.
“Young Master Wei, you...”
His eyes suddenly widened, and the Buddhist monk hurriedly wanted to persuade Wei Changtian to calm down.
But the latter did not give him a chance to speak. At this time, he had already raised his head and coldly swept over the countless pairs of eyes staring at him.
“Listen up!”
“Don’t you want to avenge your general? Don’t you want to prove that you Great Qian people, Great Hui people are not cowards?”
“Good!”
“I’ll give you this chance!”
“I! Wei Changtian! Will stand here tonight! And will not retreat half a step!”
“If you have the ability, then come and kill me!”
The countless long swords around him rose again, and Wei Changtian's roar clearly echoed in the night sky.
He raised the Longquan Sword and pointed it forward, the tip of the sword aimed at the first soldier who stood out, and suddenly shouted the last word.
“COME!!!”
“...”
“BOOM!!!!”
Like a charging war drum, and like a boulder thrown into the water.
When Wei Changtian swung his sword and mercilessly chopped off the soldier's head, countless soldiers around him rushed over with red eyes like huge waves.
“Kill!!!!”
“Kill ah!!!!!”
“Avenge the general!!”
“Kill!!!”
“Bang!”
“Bang bang bang bang!!!!”
The roars and rumbles instantly intertwined, and various powerful moves exploded in the crowd.
Within the encirclement, apart from the leading Buddhist monk and Wei Changtian, the other five, no matter what they were thinking, were already using their own moves to meet the enemy, instantly taking away hundreds of lives.
Wei Changtian also stepped forward, manipulating the thousand or so long swords around him, preparing to start a massacre.
However, just before he was about to flash out, he suddenly paused and, amidst the chaotic sounds, looked back at the Buddhist monk who was still standing in place.
“Venerable Monk, I know that you Buddhists are merciful and compassionate, and you pay attention to converting people with kindness.”
“But in my opinion, to deal with evil people, you must be more evil than them, and to deal with ruthless people, you must be more ruthless than them.”
“Now that the enemies don't value their lives, we must value our lives even less than them.”
“I’m not being brave, I’m just forced to.”
“Because I must win this battle...”
“...”
After saying the last sentence, Wei Changtian ignored the monk's expression, turned around and shot out with a thousand or so long swords, turning into a silver torrent and crashing into the dense crowd.
A crescent moon hung high in the sky, and this night, destined to go down in history, finally reached its climax at this moment.
