xymnovel Chapter 894 The morale is low, and the team is hard to lead.
Chapter 894 The morale is low, and the team is hard to lead.
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"Generals, Qianyuan City is the southern gateway of our Great Qian Dynasty. It must not be lost. As soldiers, we should prioritize the country and the people."
"As long as we have a breath left, we will never let the Yellow Turban rebels set foot in Qianyuan City!"
Nangong Tianxia looked at them, a fleeting sadness flashing in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up with words of encouragement.
The people below felt even more pained upon hearing Nangong Tianxia's words. They knew that Nangong Tianxia had decided to sacrifice himself for his country and defend this isolated city with his own life.
But they chose betrayal and survival, a contrast that filled them with immense guilt and sorrow.
After finishing their report, they forced a bitter smile and bid farewell to Nangong Tianxia.
Nangong Tianxia looked at them, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He seemed to have sensed something, but he didn't say anything.
"Generals, you have worked hard. Go back and rest. You will continue patrolling tomorrow, so please be careful."
Nangong Tianxia said softly, his tone full of concern.
The group nodded, turned and walked out of the marshal's mansion. The night breeze brushed their faces, carrying a slight chill, as if nature were silently condemning them.
They exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with a bitter smile, a self-mocking remark about the choice they were about to make.
"Are we really out of options?"
General Zhang asked in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly.
"We have no way out. For the people standing behind us, for... survival."
General Li shook his head, his eyes filled with sorrow.
They silently returned to their camp, walking without uttering a word, each step feeling like walking on a knife's edge, excruciatingly painful.
Inside the camp, the soldiers were either asleep or talking in hushed tones. They simply greeted them upon their return, and no one noticed anything amiss.
Back inside the tent, several generals sat together in a heavy atmosphere that was almost suffocating.
They began to meticulously plan every detail of the uprising, every possible difficulty, and how to deal with it.
"Do we really have to do this?"
A young general suddenly spoke, tears glistening in his eyes. He was the last to join this "betrayal" plan, and the struggle and pain in his heart were more intense than anyone else's.
"We had no choice!"
General Zhang glanced at him, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.
Now that things have come to this, they have no way out. They can only grit their teeth, bury their pain and guilt deep in their hearts, and silently prepare for the uprising.
Night deepened, and the candlelight inside the room flickered precariously, as if it might go out at any moment.
At the same time, Nangong Tianxia stood alone on the city wall, looking at the sky outside the city shrouded in the smoke of war, and a nameless sorrow welled up in his heart.
He had already noticed the unusual behavior of those generals and roughly understood their ulterior motives.
But he didn't blame them. In his eyes, everyone under Nangong Tianxia should have the right to choose between life and death.
He had already decided to die for his country, but he did not want to drag all the soldiers of the Great Qian Army in Qian Yuan City down with him.
"Perhaps, this is my fate."
Nangong Tianxia murmured to himself, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
He didn't blame them; on the contrary, he was willing to give them the opportunity to make their own choices for the sake of their families and their survival.
"As long as you can survive, the sacrifice of Qian Yuan City will have meaning."
He murmured to himself, a gentle smile flashing in his eyes.
Even though he was about to become a casualty of this isolated city, he hoped that his men could survive!
Night deepened, and Qianyuan City fell into silence, broken only by the occasional sound of patrolling footsteps.
...
Meanwhile, as Si Yan and others eagerly awaited the arrival of the Yanzhou army to quell the rebellion, a turbulent atmosphere was brewing in the western part of Yanzhou. The war drums had not yet sounded, but the will to fight was already strong.
At the border between Xiling and the Daqian Dynasty, a dark cloud of iron cavalry surged across the horizon. It was the army of the Daqin Dynasty, clad in black armor and bearing black dragon banners, marching rapidly towards Yanzhou like a tidal wave.
This army of the Great Qin Dynasty was imposing and disciplined. At a glance, one could see black armor gleaming coldly, like a moving torrent of steel.
The Qin Dynasty was renowned for its strict discipline, outstanding individual soldier quality, and powerful weaponry, a fact that was on full display at this moment.
At this moment, this army resembled a giant black dragon, winding across the vast land, raising dust wherever it passed, displaying an imposing momentum.
Sunlight shone on the gleaming armor, reflecting a dazzling light, as if celestial warriors had descended to earth, bringing endless majesty and a sense of oppression.
The Qin army performed exceptionally well on the battlefield, with virtually no weaknesses. Their weapon manufacturing technology was also highly advanced, and they designed triangular arrowheads that closely resembled modern aerodynamic principles. These arrowheads possessed powerful piercing force, and when combined with their unique crossbow mechanism, they gave the Qin army a significant advantage in combat.
Furthermore, their tactics and weaponry were very advanced. For example, the Qin army's spearmen phalanx was similar to the Macedonian phalanx in the West, but it was denser and was mainly used to counter cavalry charges.
Heavy crossbowmen are far stronger than ordinary crossbowmen, with extremely high penetrating power and the ability to inflict massive damage in long-range suppression.
In addition, the Qin army also had a special type of soldier called "death warriors," who were willing to do anything for military merit. They usually carried specially made long swords and used them to assassinate enemy generals or to charge into battle.
Furthermore, their discipline and individual soldier quality were outstanding. They were bald and shirtless, charging forward bravely, and had an overwhelming advantage over the armies of the six states. Qin's elite soldiers could cause widespread casualties on the battlefield, carrying severed heads in their left hands and prisoners under their right arms as they pursued their opponents.
This highly efficient fighting style and strict discipline made the Qin army virtually invincible on the battlefield.
At the forefront of this army, three warriors rode side by side. They were none other than the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge who had broken with the Yellow Turban Army of Wuzhou on the battlefield of Da Xuan!
After breaking with the Yellow Turban Army, the eldest of the three, Qin Shi, was summoned back to serve the Qin Dynasty by the Qin Dynasty behind him, and he also brought his second brother Bai Xiang and third brother Kong Jin back to the Qin Dynasty.