xymnovel Chapter 155 The Tragedy of the Great Prosperity
Chapter 155 The Tragedy of the Great Prosperity
If it weren't for the fact that the Taiping Cult and the Yellow Turban Army had been continuously receiving funding from various forces, they would have been able to achieve their goals.
It was extinguished long ago by the Great Qian Dynasty.
If Hong Xiuquan brought those misfits to a high-level event like the Great Qian Dynasty...
The Great Qian Dynasty didn't even need to launch a major offensive.
Even a small flanking force can make them cry for their parents!
That is, they encountered a bizarre dynasty like the Great Sheng Dynasty.
A disgrace within the dynasty.
The current Great Sheng Dynasty can't even defeat some other dynasties.
The two were essentially locked in a power struggle, with neither Hong Xiuquan nor Hong Xiuquan truly engaging in a battle of wits.
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The former border of the Great Sheng Dynasty.
In the final years of the Great Sheng Dynasty, the sunset on the horizon was as red as blood, reflecting the vicissitudes of an old general's face.
He was Huo Wushuang, the Great General Who Protects the Nation, who fought countless battles throughout his life and made outstanding contributions to the Great Sheng Dynasty.
However, the wheels of history keep turning, and even the greatest heroes cannot escape the tricks of fate.
At this moment, he stood atop the city wall, clad in golden armor and holding a long spear, his gaze fixed on the distant land that was about to fall.
Behind them, the last Daoist soldiers of the Great Sheng Dynasty stood in neat formation, their armor engraved with mysterious runes, revealing a mysterious and unpredictable power.
These Dao soldiers are the foundation of the Great Sheng Dynasty, a perfect combination of cultivators and warriors, possessing the courage to fight against a hundred men.
However, they are now facing unprecedented difficulties.
The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom army pressed in, war drums thundered, and iron hooves trampled the land of the Great Sheng Dynasty.
At such a turbulent time, a series of chilling betrayals were unfolding within the imperial city.
The Empress Dowager, whom everyone called the "old witch," was tempted by power and the enemy country. She listened to slander and conspired with the enemy country to betray Huo Wushuang and the last Taoist army.
Huo Wushuang knew perfectly well that behind all of this was the evil deeds of that old witch.
However, as a military general, it was his duty to fight to the death on the battlefield, even if it meant death, and he would never back down.
Filled with grief and helplessness, Huo Wushuang led the last of his Taoist soldiers out of the city gate to meet the iron cavalry of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
On the battlefield, amidst the flashing swords and flying blood, the Taoist soldiers fought valiantly, demonstrating their bravery and resilience.
However, outnumbered by the enemy, the battle situation gradually turned unfavorable.
Huo Wushuang led the charge, his spear swift as a dragon, charging left and right through the enemy ranks, killing countless enemies.
However, he was getting old and his physical strength was gradually failing.
As he watched the Taoist soldiers around him fall one by one, the grief in his heart was beyond words.
Just then, a dark figure flew out from the enemy ranks, heading straight for Huo Wushuang's head.
At the same time, several other figures also appeared.
They rushed straight towards the Taoist soldiers behind Huo Wushuang.
Huo Wushuang swung his spear, knocking the dark figure away, only to discover that it was actually a Taiping Heavenly Kingdom cultivator dressed in a black robe.
These black-robed cultivators were highly skilled, and their uncanny ability to project internal energy was making it difficult for the Dao soldiers to cope.
They had already been under Huo Wushuang's leadership.
They had already fought against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom countless times.
They were all somewhat unable to count how many Taiping Heavenly Kingdom troops they had killed.
This, in turn, leads to a huge expenditure of physical energy.
Continuous and unending battles.
This had already caused all the soldiers in the Taoist army to feel extremely tired.
The military formation that was being maintained was already on the verge of collapse.
The condensed military strategy imagery is also faintly visible.
However, for some unknown reason, the reinforcements from the Great Sheng Dynasty had not arrived for more than ten days.
Huo Wushuang and his troops had not had a proper rest for more than ten days.
At this moment, several black-robed practitioners from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom sneered, simultaneously forming hand seals and chanting incantations.
In an instant, a cold wind howled across the heavens and earth, and countless ghostly shadows appeared. Countless evil spirits, formed from the internal energy of several black-robed cultivators and the battlefield's malevolent aura, emerged out of thin air and pounced on the Dao soldiers.
These people were actually several unknown Celestial-level powerhouses!
Clearly, they are in the world of Tianwu Continent.
The identity implanted in Hong Xiuquan was not simple either.
There is also a mysterious force assisting them behind the scenes.
Even in order to deal with the last remaining strength of this great power.
They directly dispatched several powerful individuals at the Celestial level to support the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.
Although the soldiers were brave, they were exhausted.
They were originally capable of surrounding and killing the God of War.
At this moment, they were somewhat helpless in the face of these evil spirits and could only watch helplessly as they devoured the lives of their companions.
Huo Wushuang's heart sank, knowing that today's battle was beyond saving.
He glanced back at the soldiers behind him and saw that their eyes were filled with despair and helplessness.
At that moment, Huo Wushuang made a decision.
He suddenly straightened his back, pointed his spear to the sky, and a surge of righteous energy burst forth from his body.
Then, he began to mutter incantations, as if chanting an ancient war song.
As his chanting grew louder, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth began to gather, forming a huge pillar of light that enveloped him.
The black-robed cultivators were shocked to see this, knowing that Huo Wushuang was about to use a life-threatening secret technique.
However, before they could react, Huo Wushuang swung his spear, and the pillar of light shattered instantly, transforming into countless sharp blades of qi that flew towards the enemy formation.
"ah--"
Screams rang out, and the enemy ranks were instantly filled with flying blood and flesh, a scene of utter devastation.
However, their levels of understanding were simply too different.
Huo Wushuang was also elderly.
The secret technique he unleashed at the cost of his life was incredibly powerful.
However, it did not cause much harm to these black-robed cultivators.
However, this attack also exhausted Huo Wushuang's last bit of strength.
His body trembled and he swayed as he collapsed to the ground.
Seeing this, the soldiers rushed forward to help him up, but Huo Wushuang waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to.
"General!"
The soldiers cried out in grief, but Huo Wushuang simply smiled and shook his head.
He knew that his mission was complete, and that the last Daoist army of the Great Sheng Dynasty had done its best.
As for that old hag and her wicked deeds, let future generations judge them.
Huo Wushuang slowly closed her eyes, her heart filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.
He gave everything for the Great Sheng Dynasty, but in the end, he still couldn't save the country's fate.
Perhaps this is fate's arrangement, he sighed inwardly.
With Huo Wushuang's fall, the last remaining Daoist army of the Great Sheng Dynasty also lost its backbone.
Although they still fought bravely, they had lost their former vigor.
Ultimately, under the siege of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom army and several powerful cultivators, they had no choice but to surrender.
On the city wall, the body of the old general Huo Wushuang lay quietly, his face still bearing the marks of his indomitable spirit and unwavering resolve.
In the distance, the sunset had faded, replaced by a deep darkness that seemed to be swallowing up the once glorious dynasty.