OBS Chapter 742 The Fate of Lin Ping and Lin Shu
Chapter 742 The Fate of Lin Ping and Lin Shu
In that heart-stopping moment, the Lin sisters, Lin Ping and Lin Shu, displayed unparalleled courage and determination. When the enemy surged forward like a tidal wave, they made an astonishing decision without hesitation—to send their twenty sisters to break through first.
These twenty sisters were their closest friends and comrades-in-arms. In this life-or-death moment, Lin Ping and Lin Shu gave them the hope of survival, while they chose to stay behind and face the three thousand ferocious enemies with the remaining male soldiers, laborers, and transport soldiers.
It was a battle where the odds were stacked against them, but Lin Ping and Lin Shu showed no fear. They brandished their weapons and fought a desperate battle with the enemy. Every swing of their weapons was accompanied by a death wish; every kill was accompanied by a splatter of blood.
Under the enemy's relentless attacks, Lin Ping and Lin Shu's defenses were gradually breached. Despite their valiant resistance, their swords flashing in the air, each strike filled with determination and courage, the sheer number of enemies proved overwhelming, and their strength was ultimately limited.
Amidst the shouts of battle, Lin Ping and Lin Shu were covered in wounds, their clothes stained crimson with blood. Their breathing became rapid, and their steps began to falter, but they gritted their teeth and refused to fall.
However, the enemy's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and Lin Ping and Lin Shu gradually exhausted their strength. Finally, in a fierce exchange, Lin Ping was pierced through the chest by an enemy spear. Her eyes were filled with resentment and determination as she slowly collapsed to the ground. Lin Shu was heartbroken to see her sister fall, but she had no time to grieve, for the enemy had already pounced on her.
Lin Shu brandished her sword, engaging in a final struggle with the enemy. Her swordsmanship remained sharp, but her body was already swaying precariously. Finally, under the enemy's siege, Lin Shu was pierced through the throat by a crossbow bolt, and finally impaled by more than thirty swords and blades, her blood staining the ground beneath her.
When those cruel, demonic Turks looked at Lin Ping and Lin Shu's lifeless bodies, an extremely ferocious and twisted smile appeared on their faces.
Then, without any restraint, they began to repeatedly insult and desecrate the two corpses. Lin Ping and Lin Shu, their petite, naked bodies, died completely while blood and fluids continued to gush out. Their actions were utterly inhuman and heinous.
Finally, these Turks carelessly tossed Lin Ping and Lin Shu's bodies into a nearby mass grave, as if discarding worthless objects. It was a desolate and bleak place, overgrown with weeds and littered with bones, seemingly a resting place for the dead.
Lin Ping and Lin Shu lay naked in the wilderness, utterly devoid of dignity. Their skin was cracked and parched by the wind, and the rain relentlessly lashed against them, splashing water everywhere. Their beauty and courage were swallowed up by this cruel reality, rendered utterly insignificant.
No one cared about the two abandoned corpses, and no one felt sadness or anger for their plight. They were like orphans forgotten by the world, enduring the torment of wind and rain in solitude.
Yet, despite their tragic fate, their beauty and courage still shone faintly in this wilderness. It was an indelible spirit, radiating an admirable power even under the shadow of death. The other male soldiers, laborers, and transport soldiers all fell in this brutal battle, never to rise again.