xymnovel Chapter 839 Northern Frontier Chief Minister
Chapter 839 Northern Frontier Chief Minister
"Hmph, stubborn as a mule?"
Li Cunxiao sneered and stomped his foot, causing Yang Yin to feel as if his sternum was about to crack, and he almost fainted from the pain.
"Tie him up, and let the Purple Nether Team question him properly when we get back!"
After saying this, he waved his hand, signaling his Flying Tiger Cavalry soldiers to capture Yang Yin.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding and gathered Flying Tiger Cavalry soldiers quickly stepped forward, bound Yang Yin tightly, and escorted him to the rear.
...
At the same time, Si Yan, who had already quickly escaped the ambush site, stumbled across the battlefield like a blood-red setting sun, his once invincible figure now appearing somewhat unsteady.
The heavy Asura Purgatory Halberd trailed behind him, its tip carving a deep mark on the ground. Although the blood-red aura had dimmed, it still surrounded him, like a wounded lion that, despite being covered in wounds, still retained its majesty.
Finally, Si Yan's figure appeared in the sight of the main force behind them. Yun Xinrou, who had been leading the main force from the rear, immediately saw the familiar blood-red figure and the shocking wounds on his body. Her expression changed drastically, her eyebrows furrowed, and a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes.
As the de facto leader of this operation, Yun Xinrou had always maintained her composure and calmness, but at this moment, that composure was shattered by Si Yan's current disheveled appearance.
"Lord Si Yan!"
Yun Xinrou hurriedly spurred her horse forward to meet them, her voice filled with barely concealed anxiety.
"What happened to you? How did you get so badly injured?"
She quickly dismounted, taking several steps at a time, and came to Si Yan's side, gently supporting him with both hands, her eyes full of worry.
Si Yan's body trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his balance. He looked up at Yun Xinrou, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes—shame, resentment, and, more than anything, an indescribable anger.
"Xinrou, I..."
Si Yan spoke, his voice hoarse, as if a murmur coming from the depths of hell.
His lips were cracked and dry, and a trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth, making him look particularly shocking.
"Please sit down and rest, sir."
Yun Xinrou interrupted Si Yan and quickly took a clean cloth from the accompanying physician. She gently wiped the blood and sweat from Si Yan's face with tender and delicate movements, as if she was afraid of hurting this usually majestic war god.
"That Yellow Turban rebel general is extremely cunning! We were almost at Qianyuan City, but we were unexpectedly trapped by his ambush."
Si Yan sat down, leaning against a large tree, panting. His eyes gradually turned cold as he gritted his teeth and began to recount how he and Yang Yin had encountered the Yellow Turban rebels' ambush.
Yun Xinrou listened attentively, her eyes filled with seriousness, but even more so with trust and support for Si Yan. She nodded gently, signaling Si Yan to continue.
"Yang Yin and I intended to break through the ambush with overwhelming force, but we didn't expect the Yellow Turban general's martial arts skills to be so high, far exceeding our expectations. I..."
Seeing this, Si Yan seemed to find an outlet for his anger, and his words became even more impassioned.
"When I fought him, I thought that with my cultivation and combat skills, even if I couldn't defeat him, I could still escape unscathed."
"Unexpectedly, the Yellow Turban bandit general's qi was incredibly powerful, and his moves were even more unpredictable. I used all my strength, even employing a secret technique like the Divine Demon Extinction Strike, but I still couldn't harm him in the slightest."
"Instead, he seriously injured me. If Yang Yin hadn't risked his life to save me, I probably would have died on the spot."
Si Yan's words were filled with anger and helplessness. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.
Yun Xinrou's heart tightened as she listened carefully to Si Yan's narration. In his angry words, besides his resentment towards the enemy, there was also an indescribable heaviness.
However, being naturally observant, she keenly noticed a subtle change in Si Yan's tone—a fear that even in his rage could not be completely concealed.
Yes, fear.
For a martial arts fanatic like Si Yan, and for someone hailed as a war god in the Great Qian Dynasty, this was almost unbelievable.
"That Yellow Turban rebel general is stronger than we can imagine."
Si Yan continued, his voice still trembling slightly with a bit of panting, not from fear, but from extreme exhaustion and the pain from his wounds.
"That bandit general is named Li Cunxiao. His martial arts skills are the best I have ever seen in my life."
Even I…
Si Yan's words came to an abrupt halt at this moment. He was unwilling to admit it, yet he had no choice but to face the fact that even he had almost lost his life at its hands.
As Yun Xinrou listened, she felt a mix of emotions. Along the way, she knew the pride of Si Yan, the war god of the royal family, and she also knew that an opponent who could earn such praise from him was no ordinary person.
"Lord Siyan, there's no need for this. Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. It's already a great blessing that you've returned safely."
"Moreover, since Li Cunxiao has such strength, we need to be even more cautious and plan carefully."
She sighed softly, looking at Si Yan who was still a little out of breath, and comforted him.
Upon hearing this, a complex expression flashed in Si Yan's eyes.
He knew that Yun Xinrou was not only comforting him, but also reminding him that as the nominal leader of this reinforcement army, he must not lose his composure because of a temporary setback.
"You're right. Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."
Si Yan took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.
"Lord Si Yan, please rest for a while. Once your injuries have stabilized, we can discuss further actions."
"General Nangong will definitely hold Qianyuan City with all his might. We just need to make adjustments as soon as possible, and we will be able to turn the tide."
Yun Xinrou nodded, glanced at Si Yan who looked inexplicably desolate, and sighed inwardly.
Upon hearing this, Si Yan felt somewhat relieved and nodded, allowing Yun Xinrou to arrange for someone to help him to the side to rest.
He then closed his eyes, but his mind kept replaying every moment of his fight with Li Cunxiao.
The pale gray aura, the thunderous attack, and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness that he felt he could hardly resist...
All of this made him realize that this war was far more difficult than he had originally imagined.
However, the Great Qian Dynasty can no longer spare anyone who can rival him or even surpass him!
Si Yan took a deep breath, quietly gripping the Asura Purgatory Halberd in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand faintly bulging.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of Qianyuan City, the setting sun cast its rays upon the vast Yellow Turban camp stretching for dozens of miles, draping the massive camp in an eerie red hue.
The camp was filled with tents and banners, and many Yellow Turban soldiers were either busy by the stoves with rising smoke or patrolling between the camps. The entire camp appeared orderly, yet it exuded an irrepressible fighting spirit.