xymnovel Chapter 799 Lord Ma Fu lightly descends upon Ruizhou City!
Chapter 799 Lord Ma Fu lightly descends upon Ruizhou City!
Amid the overwhelming offensive of Zhao's army, the three leading generals were particularly eye-catching. Each of them was tall and imposing, standing firm like mountains.
These three generals were none other than the three rhinoceros spirits who had been summoned along with the three demons of Chechi Kingdom in the past—King Bihan, King Bishu, and King Bichen!
These three are now among the most valiant and unparalleled generals in the Zhao family army, and their addition has temporarily made up for the fatal deficiency of insufficient number of generals on the Qi side for King Wuling of Zhao and Zhao She.
The leader, King Bihan, wielded a heavy axe with a broad, gleaming blade. His body emanated a pale blue aura that swirled around him like a winter fog. Whenever he swung his axe, accompanied by a deafening roar, the pale blue aura transformed into a sharp, invincible force. Neither the sturdy city walls nor the iron armor of the defenders could withstand its power.
The King of Summer Relief wielded a large, narrow, and sharp sword that gleamed with a dazzling white light in the sunlight. His aura was a fiery red, as intense as the scorching summer sun.
The last one, King Bichen, held a vine called "Dieta Teng," which appeared soft but was actually incredibly tough. He wielded it with such force that it was impossible to move.
These three generals led the Zhao family army, charging left and right through Ruizhou City, sweeping all before them.
King Bihan took the lead, wielding his axe with impenetrable force. Each strike was accompanied by a gust of cold wind, and pale blue energy spread across the battlefield, creating a frozen domain that made it difficult for the defenders to gain a foothold.
Those soldiers who tried to stop him were sluggish from the chilling aura before they even got close, and were eventually cleaved in two by his axe.
The King of Summer Relief followed closely behind, his broadsword gleaming brightly in the sunlight. Each swing of his sword was accompanied by a wave of heat, scorching the defenders to the point of scorching.
And with Zhao She waving his command flag from the rear, the Zhao family army advanced with unstoppable momentum.
The garrison in Ruizhou City was already outnumbered and its morale was extremely low. How could it possibly withstand the onslaught? They were all routed by the Zhao family army's fierce offensive.
As more and more defenders were killed or surrendered, the defenses of Ruizhou City quickly crumbled under the onslaught of Zhao's army.
Finally, amidst a deafening cheer, Zhao's army breached the gates of Ruizhou.
The moment the city gate was smashed open, it was as if an invisible force surged into the city, completely crushing the morale of the defending troops.
Countless soldiers of the Zhao family flooded into the city like a tidal wave, engaging in a final fierce battle with the defending forces.
The three brothers, Bihan, Bishu, and Bichen, took the lead, their protective aura raging through the city, clearing away all enemies in their path.
After a fierce and brutal battle, Ruizhou City finally fell into the hands of the Zhao family.
The city was in complete chaos, with flames shooting into the sky and smoke billowing everywhere.
Many of Zhao's soldiers searched the city for any remaining enemy soldiers, ensuring that none escaped.
Meanwhile, the people in the city hid in their homes, trembling with fear, not knowing how this sudden change would affect their lives.
Standing on the city wall, Zhao She looked at the chaotic scene inside the city and felt a complex mix of emotions welling up in his heart.
Although the battle in Ruizhou City was won, for the Zhao family, the real battle had only just begun.
As a strategic location, Ruizhou's importance is self-evident, and it is bound to attract the covetousness of other forces.
If the Zhao family wants to gain a foothold in this land, the real challenge lies in the enemies they will face next.
He took a deep breath and stared intently into the distance. The road ahead was long, and if the Zhao family wanted to rise in this chaotic world, they had to keep fighting and keep moving forward.
At this moment, the three brothers, Bihan, Bishu, and Bichen, who had been wreaking havoc on the battlefield, also came to his side. Zhao She looked at them and breathed a sigh of relief.
Without the three generals leading the charge, Zhao's army would not have been able to capture Ruizhou City so easily.
"Thank you for your hard work, Generals."
Zhao She glanced at the three men covered in blood and said with a smile.
"Commander, you flatter me. This is what we should do."
King Bihan scratched his head and smiled憨厚ly.
"Yes, for our lord's great cause, we are ready to go through fire and water at any time, clearing all obstacles for him!"
The King of Summer Relief also spoke with great enthusiasm.
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At this time, Zhu Di was unaware that Ruizhou had been captured by the Zhao family. He continued to lead his Yellow Turban Army at full speed toward his target – Ruizhou.
In his vision, Ruizhou should be an easy springboard to help him head north and officially begin his path of conquest in the chaotic world.
Ruizhou, a strategically important location, was something Zhu Di considered easily within his grasp, a perfect stage bestowed upon him by heaven to demonstrate his strength and lay the foundation for his achievements.
The setting sun, like blood, spilled across the dusty road. Zhu Di rode his warhorse, his yellow robe fluttering in the wind, the long sword at his waist swaying gently with the rhythm of his horse's steps. Gazing at the faint outline of Ruizhou City in the distance, Zhu Di's eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Young Commander, we've reached Ruizhou City!"
A scout galloped up from the front, his voice urgent.
Zhu Di smiled slightly, immediately waved his hand, signaling the troops to speed up their advance, secretly calculating how to take the city at the lowest cost and lay a solid foundation for the upcoming campaign.
However, fate always seems to play tricks on people. When Zhu Di arrived at the outskirts of Ruizhou City with his army full of confidence, the scene before him was like a bucket of cold water, which extinguished the raging flames in his heart and made him feel gloomy. The city, which should have been empty, was now heavily guarded.
On the city wall, instead of the expected remnants of the Great Qian Dynasty, the Zhao family's banners fluttered in the wind, and the defending troops were lined up neatly, their armor gleaming, arrows in hand, looking ready for battle as if facing a formidable enemy.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the neatly dressed figures on the city wall appeared particularly resolute, as if declaring to Zhu Di: This road is blocked.
Zhu Di felt a chill run down his spine, his brows furrowed, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
He looked around to make sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place. Ruizhou City was indeed in front of him, but it was no longer the unwanted piece of meat he had imagined. Instead, it was being tightly held in the hands of a new force.
Zhu Di's expression was quickly replaced by a coldness. His carefully planned offensive had been intercepted by a newly emerging force within Ruizhou.
This stirred up an unprecedented anger in his heart—anger at the disruption of his plans, and even more so at the hostility of the Zhao family, who had inexplicably appeared to obstruct his schemes.