xymnovel Chapter 892 People from Qianyuan City
Chapter 892 People from Qianyuan City
"Your Highness, General Yun, we know the pain in your hearts, but this is not the time to wallow in sorrow. The camp has been lost, and even if you two go now, it will be too late to turn the tide."
"More importantly, the Phoenix Cry Archery Battalion and the Changlin Imperial Guard that you two lead are the last elite forces of the Great Qian Dynasty, and they must not be lost."
Seeing this, Zhao Ming couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, but as an envoy of the Suspended Mirror Bureau, he had to convey all the information.
Where is Li Cunxiao now?
Si Yan took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and said in a deep voice.
"After the surprise attack on the camp, Li Cunxiao led his troops to garrison in the valley, seemingly waiting for the Yellow Turban army to join him."
"We, your subordinates, have fought our way out of the encirclement and suppression by the Net and the Taiping Sect, and have come to report this matter to Your Highness."
Zhao Ming looked at Si Yan's bloodshot eyes, lowered his head slightly, and replied.
Si Yan remained silent for a moment, his gaze sharp, yet he could not hide the sorrow in his eyes.
His impulsive actions at that moment would only lead to the deaths of more soldiers, but the guilt and anger in his heart made it almost impossible for him to think.
"Your Highness, General Yun, besides the matters concerning the camp, we have another matter to report."
Just then, Zhao Ming spoke again.
Si Yan and Yun Xinrou looked at him at the same time, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.
"The affairs in the western Yanzhou region of the Great Qian have been settled, and now tens of thousands of troops are rapidly heading south to Qianyuan County to quell the rebellion."
"The leader, General Lu Fa, is a veteran of countless battles and possesses unparalleled martial arts skills. He has already ridden south to join the prince."
Zhao Ming continued.
"Lu Fa Zhan Zun is heading south? Then... then what should we..."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Si Yan's eyes. He glanced at Yun Xinrou, who was also somewhat surprised, and said in a deep voice.
"Indeed, Your Highness, General Yun, the Great Qian Dynasty is currently in a precarious situation, and you two bear heavy responsibilities. You must not act rashly."
Zhao Ming nodded, looking at the two who were already somewhat wavering.
"Your Highness, the Envoy of the Suspended Mirror is right. If we go now, it will be like throwing an egg against a rock. Not only will we fail to rescue the soldiers in the camp, but we will also cause more soldiers to die."
"Now that Lord Lufa is about to arrive, if we can join forces with him, we will surely be able to regroup and fight the Yellow Turbans again."
Yun Xinrou noticed Si Yan's hesitation and said softly.
"Okay! Let's retreat!"
Si Yan remained silent for a moment, his gaze shifting between Yun Xinrou and the Suspended Mirror Envoy. Finally, he let out a long sigh, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, the soldiers of the Phoenix Cry Shooting Battalion and the Changlin Imperial Guard behind him were all taken aback, but then they all showed expressions of relief.
They could naturally see that acting impulsively at this moment would only lead to more deaths, and preserving their existing strength was their most important task at the moment.
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Meanwhile, in the main camp of the Yellow Turban army, which stretched for dozens of miles outside Qianyuan City like a black ocean, the night was as dark as ink, and several sneaky figures quietly moved between the tents.
Several generals, dressed in tattered armor and looking somewhat haggard, stood furtively outside the camp, their eyes filled with determination, yet also with a hint of barely perceptible fear.
These were the generals of Qianyuan City who had previously pleaded with Nangong Tianxia to no avail and were now seeking alternative paths.
At this moment, their faces were solemn, and their eyes flickered with a complex light, showing both determination and unease, but more importantly, a tenacity for survival.
Among them, some were old with graying temples, while others were young but already weathered by time. What they had in common was that none of them wanted to perish with Qian Yuan City. Behind them were the concerns of their families and the unfinished responsibilities.
As the garrison commanders of Qianyuan City, how could they not see that with reinforcements nowhere in sight and morale low within the city, the fall of Qianyuan City was only a matter of time?
Nangong Tianxia's loyalty and determination were like an unshakable mountain, inspiring their admiration but also filling them with despair.
He chose to live and die with Qianyuan City to uphold his loyalty and righteousness, but what about them?
Behind them are wives, children, and elderly parents; the rise and fall of their families; and countless worries and reluctance to part.
They were unwilling, and unwilling to let their families suffer the pain of losing their pillar of support, and unwilling to let their bloodline be cut off in this catastrophe.
Therefore, after a difficult decision, they finally decided to embark on this path of no return, even though it was full of thorns and this choice might bring them eternal infamy. But for survival and for their families, they had no other choice.
Under the cover of darkness, they cautiously approached the Yellow Turban camp, their hearts filled with unease.
The Taiping Guards patrolled outside the camp like ghosts, their eyes sharp, but fortunately they were prepared and, with the help of some secret codes and rendezvous methods, finally got through the layers of checks.
After confirming their identities, the Taiping Guards secretly led them to a secluded and hidden tent in order to avoid revealing their next plan.
Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, casting dappled shadows, and a tense and oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.
The tent flap was gently lifted, and several generals walked into the tent with their heads bowed and heavy steps.
In the center of the tent, a man dressed in a black robe with a calm face sat upright at the table. He was none other than Meng Zhang, the "Dragon Soaring Commander" of the Yellow Turban Army.
Meng Zhang raised his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over them one by one, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"The human heart is truly the most unpredictable thing in this world."
Meng Zhang thought to himself, but his face remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips. With his thorough understanding of human nature, he had long anticipated this day.
"If morale is low, the team becomes difficult to lead!"
Nangong Tianxia wanted to live and die with Qianyuan City to uphold his loyalty, but his generals might not be willing!
"Gentlemen, your visit so late at night must mean you have important matters to discuss?"
Meng Zhang's voice was gentle yet powerful, as if it could penetrate people's hearts and reach the depths of their souls.
The generals below, heads bowed, exchanged hurried glances, each seeing a hint of resolve in the other's eyes.
"Commander-in-Chief Meng Zhang, our arrival here is truly out of necessity. Although General Nangong is commendable for his loyalty and bravery, and has vowed to live and die with Qianyuan City, we, as generals, also have families to support, and it is truly difficult for us to obey your orders."
"We are here so suddenly in the dead of night to cooperate with the Yellow Turban Army in devising a plan to break through Qianyuan City and find a way to survive."
One of them mustered his courage, stepped forward, and bowed.
Upon hearing this, Meng Zhang's eyes flickered slightly. To be honest, he still admired Nangong Tianxia's loyalty and righteousness.
But he knew even better that in war, people's hearts are easily swayed, and once the troops are scattered, it is difficult to regroup them.
He frowned slightly as he looked at the traitors before him. Although he still felt a pang of regret for Nangong Tianxia, he was not overly surprised.