xymnovel Chapter 891 Shocking News
Chapter 891 Shocking News
"Your Highness! General Yun! It's over! It's all over!"
A soldier staggered forward and knelt before Si Yan's horse, his voice hoarse and desperate, tears mixed with dust, leaving streaks on his face.
"Li Cunxiao, the Yellow Turban rebel general, he... he personally led his three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry to launch a surprise attack on the camp. When we came out, the main force of the Yellow Turban army had already surrounded the entire valley camp."
"The Great Qian army in the valley now, I'm afraid..."
At this point, they were already sobbing uncontrollably, their words filled with despair and helplessness.
Upon hearing this devastating news, Si Yan and Yun Xinrou were struck dumb, their hearts clenching as if a thousand-pound weight had suddenly been placed on their shoulders.
The two of them froze on the spot, their eyes glazed over, their minds blank.
Yun Xinrou felt a sudden dizziness, her body swayed and she almost fell off her horse, but fortunately a guard beside her caught her quickly.
She gripped the reins tightly, barely managing to steady herself, and exchanged a glance with Si Yan. In her eyes, there was an unprecedented despair and desolation.
Si Yan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, making a faint cracking sound.
The dozen or so reinforcements in the valley camp were their last line of defense against the Yellow Turban Army, but now they have all been surrounded and annihilated in the valley. This means that they have completely lost the ability to confront the Yellow Turban Army head-on!
"What's the specific situation? Are there any surviving troops?"
Si Yan clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He suppressed the pain in his heart and asked in a low voice.
"The Yellow Turban Army's offensive is too fierce. We...we simply cannot resist it. Li Cunxiao's Flying Tiger Cavalry is like a ghost. Wherever they go, no one can stop them."
"By the time we discovered it, the camp was already ablaze, and shouts of battle echoed everywhere... We fought our way out, and only a few of us managed to escape..."
The soldier shook his head, tears silently streaming down his face.
Yun Xinrou closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart. She knew that Si Yan must be suffering even more than she was at this moment.
As the commander of an army, watching helplessly as his soldiers fall into a desperate situation, the sense of powerlessness and self-blame is enough to destroy anyone's will.
Along the way, they gradually gathered some remaining and defeated soldiers. Each of them was covered in wounds and their eyes were filled with fear. Their addition made the already heavy atmosphere even more oppressive.
Si Yan remained silent, only urging the Asura Blood Steed forward towards the valley camp. His figure appeared exceptionally lonely at this moment.
Yun Xinrou looked at Si Yan, who was becoming increasingly silent, but his unwavering resolve revealed a hint of death wish that was barely perceptible.
Yun Xinrou felt a mix of emotions. She knew that Si Yan was a proud man and had never experienced such a defeat.
And now, how could she not see the death wish in his heart?
He was going to his death, to settle things with the Yellow Turban Army, even if it was like throwing an egg against a rock.
Yun Xinrou remained silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and suddenly tightened the reins, causing her mount to come to a slow stop. She then immediately waved her hand behind her, signaling the Phoenix Cry Shooting Battalion and the Changlin Imperial Guards, who were marching at full speed, to also stop.
The procession gradually quieted down, leaving only the sound of horses' hooves lightly pounding the ground and the faint echoes of war drums in the distance.
"Your Highness, you can't do this! We, and the soldiers behind us, are the last hope of the Great Qian Dynasty."
"If we just rush in like this, it will undoubtedly be a pointless suicide mission. What will become of the future of the Great Qian Dynasty? What will become of the people who are still waiting for our return?"
She turned to look at Si Yan, her eyes filled with pity.
Upon hearing this, Si Yan's gaze trembled slightly, but he remained silent, his eyes seemingly filled with endless sorrow and determination.
"Xinrou, I...I can't just watch my brothers die in there, I..."
Si Yan turned his head to look at Yun Xinrou. He knew all too well that such an impulsive act was foolish, but the guilt and anger in his heart made it almost impossible for him to think.
"Your Highness!"
"Of course we have to go save them, but not like this! Can you always fight based solely on enthusiasm?"
"The Phoenix Cry Archers and the Changlin Imperial Guards behind us are the last backbone of the Great Qian Dynasty. If they fall here, the Great Qian Dynasty will truly be finished!"
Yun Xinrou interrupted Si Yan, her voice rising a few decibels, filled with reproach. She really couldn't stand this brute who always used his muscles instead of thinking!
Just as Si Yan and Yun Xinrou were speechless, the atmosphere so heavy it seemed like it could drip water, a rapid sound of hooves broke the oppressive silence.
Several Mirror Envoys, dressed in the standard uniforms of the Mirror Division, the official intelligence organization of the Great Qian Dynasty, suddenly appeared in their sight like ghosts.
These mirror-hangers were dressed in black, with distinctive silver waist badges that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.
The leader, a Mirror Envoy, was about thirty years old with a resolute face. He reined in his horse, and the steed neighed loudly, its front hooves rising high before landing steadily.
"Your Highness, I, Zhao Ming, the Envoy of the Suspended Mirror Bureau, have come to report."
He dismounted with nimble and efficient movements, walked a few steps to Si Yan, knelt on one knee, and bowed, his voice steady and powerful.
The lead steed pulled on the reins, and the warhorse neighed loudly, its front hooves rising high before landing steadily.
"Get up and speak. Is it about the battle at the main camp?"
Si Yan nodded slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but more so with anticipation. In this moment of despair, any piece of outside information could be the key to turning the tide.
Yun Xinrou also turned to the side, her gaze fixed on the Suspended Mirror Envoy, afraid of missing a single word.
Zhao Ming stood up, his gaze sweeping between Si Yan and Yun Xinrou, a complex look in his eyes, as if he was considering how to speak.
"Your Highness, General Yun, it is about the valley camp. The Suspended Mirror Division has the latest intelligence."
After a moment, he took a deep breath and said slowly. Si Yan and Yun Xinrou both felt a tightness in their hearts and their eyes instantly focused on Zhao Ming.
"Your Highness, General Yun, we have ascertained the situation of the valley camp."
"The Yellow Turban rebel general Li Cunxiao personally led three thousand Flying Tiger Cavalry, launching a surprise attack like a tiger descending a mountain. Although the camp had many defenses, it quickly fell under his iron cavalry."
"Now, within the valley, flames soar into the sky, and the shouts of battle have gradually subsided. I fear... I fear that no one has survived."
Zhao Ming cupped his hands in greeting to Si Yan, who was at the head of the group, and said in a low voice.
These words struck like a bolt from the blue, and Si Yan and Yun Xinrou's faces instantly turned deathly pale.
Si Yan clenched his fists even tighter, his knuckles cracking from the force, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes. Yun Xinrou closed her eyes tightly, two lines of tears silently sliding down her cheeks. She bit her lower lip hard, trying her best not to sob.