Battlefield

Without receiving an imperial edict, Mo Liangcheng could only remain inactive. He had also heard some rumors in the court. If Jingheng Kingdom had deliberately stopped this incident, then it would be a serious matter. In the palace, the emperor received news of the border situation, but he was reluctant to hand over the third prince to them, as he was, after all, his own child.

In the enemy camp, several leaders huddled together, speaking with extreme contempt: "That emperor of the Mu Dynasty is such a coward, and that general, he really lives up to the saying, 'Like master, like dog!' Don't you agree? Hahahaha!" The room erupted in uproar.

Jiang Yi was not surprised by this, and he also knew who had orchestrated it all. Even if the emperor gave an explanation, they would not retreat. So he went to find Mo Liangcheng, and they had to make plans as soon as possible.

In the palace, the emperor held a banquet. During the banquet, he addressed the envoy from Jingheng Kingdom who had come to mediate: "I have investigated and found that the Third Prince is still young and was misled by treacherous people, which is why he harmed your envoy." A eunuch hurriedly poured wine for the emperor, who then offered the strong liquor to the Jingheng envoy, who drank it expressionlessly. "Here," the emperor continued, "I apologize to your country. The Third Prince has been confined to his quarters to reflect on his actions."

The envoy from Jingheng Kingdom suddenly spoke up, "Is this all the sincerity your Mu Dynasty has? If you don't want to cooperate with us, you can just say so. Why beat around the bush and kill our envoy? Saying that the Third Prince is too young is clearly just an excuse to fob us off. However, I can understand, after all, he is your own son. We don't ask for much, we just want five cities from you as compensation. Your Majesty, if you agree, the two countries can continue to live in harmony. If Your Majesty doesn't like it, you can simply hand over your good son's life and let us do with him as we see fit. What do you think?"

The emperor was naturally unwilling. Either way, it meant being controlled by others. Thinking of this, although he was furious inside, he had to maintain appearances: "I have already made it very clear that the Third Prince has been punished and taught a lesson. As for those cities as compensation, I will not agree to it." At this point, both sides had torn off pretense. "It seems Your Majesty wants to sever the relations and cooperation between our two countries. Although that envoy may be an insignificant person in Your Majesty's eyes, in our eyes, he is a symbol and a meritorious official who conveyed our friendly relations with the Mu Dynasty. You kill him without a second thought, showing no regard for us. Since that is the case, then from now on, our Jingheng Kingdom and the Mu Dynasty will be irreconcilable enemies!"

The banquet ended unhappily. The Emperor, watching the two envoys leave in a huff, remarked, "Sometimes, greed comes at a price!" The eunuch beside him, hearing this, quickly lowered his head, pretending not to hear. "Fu Lai," he said, "transmit my decree: order Mo Liangcheng to win this battle at all costs, and ensure his return alive. I await their triumphant return in the capital!"

At the border, Mo Liangcheng received the emperor's decree: not only must this battle be fought, but it must be fought beautifully. Tsk, this is really difficult.

Mo Liangcheng stepped out of the general's tent and saw the soldiers gathered in a group outside, chatting and laughing. He knew how cruel war was. Because of the war, the people suffered displacement, hardship, and separation from their families. War also claimed many lives. He hated war, but as a transmigrator living in another world in someone else's body, he had to live on for him and fulfill the responsibilities he had failed to complete. Moreover, as the general of this body, he could not stand by and watch his country be humiliated. He had to stand up!

Mo Liangcheng stood on the high platform and shouted to the crowd, "His Majesty has decreed that this battle must be fought, and not only must it be won, but it must be won spectacularly! After this battle, you will all change your names and return to Yudu to live the life of your dreams. His Majesty will even hold a welcoming banquet for you." Mo Liangcheng looked at the soldiers below the platform whispering amongst themselves, and smiled helplessly. (Abbreviated as pampering)

Those arrogant leaders looked smugly at the city gate before them, saying, "I knew these Han people were cowards. They didn't come out to fight, they just hid in this dilapidated city. I wonder how long they're going to hide..."

Another leader scoffed, sitting on his horse, "I've heard that Han people are good at literature but not martial arts. I wonder if a grown man can't even hold a knife properly, hahaha! But Han women are indeed exceptionally beautiful. Just thinking about it is wonderful..." His words were full of mockery and vulgarity towards Mu Chaoguo.

"What's so difficult about that? Once we take this city, will we still lack beauties?" Several leaders' eyes were filled with excitement upon hearing this.

They shouted at the city wall, and Mo Liangcheng naturally heard them. "All soldiers, listen to my command! Go out of the city and meet the enemy!"

With a creak, the city gate opened, and leading the way was Mo Liangcheng, the leader of Jingheng Kingdom, extremely arrogant: "Yo, you cowards, you've come out, huh? Don't run back in like a baby later, hahahaha!"

Mo Liangcheng retorted, "Then let's see who ends up cowering and crawling back in a panic!"

Upon hearing this, both sides immediately engaged in combat. Yellow sand filled the sky, and beneath the sand lay countless hearts devoted to serving their country. Some had given their entire lives to protect this land. Those who survived were fortunate; those who did not could only live alongside the yellow sand, nameless and without monuments, leaving only a handful of sand.

Blood soaked the yellow sand, still warm, dripping from the corpses, each drop watering the sand, hoping it would become their final resting place. Exhausted, Mo Liangcheng leaned on his sword and slowly stood up. He looked as if he had crawled out of a pool of blood and mud, his entire body covered in blood and grime. Those arrogant leaders had died at his hands. "Who says Han people aren't skilled in martial arts but not in literature? Who told you Han men can't wield swords? Today I'll show you how I take your lives with a sword, hahahaha!"

Most of the people lying on the ground were soldiers from Jingheng Kingdom. Mo Liangcheng composed himself, looked around, and did not see Jiang Yi and Shen Mucheng, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Just then, Shen Muchen almost missed the arrow. Xu Zixie saw it and leaped forward. Time seemed to stand still for him. Xu Zixie had long been rejected by this world; he wasn't a member of it. Heaven considered him an outsider. Now, he wanted to save Shen Muchen? Heaven naturally wouldn't allow such a thing to happen. In an instant, Xu Zixie tried to protect Shen Muchen, but the arrow pierced straight through his chest and embedded itself deeply in Shen Muchen's body. Xu Zixie rushed to Shen Muchen's side to catch him as he was about to fall. His hands couldn't touch Shen Muchen anymore; Shen Muchen couldn't see him, and he couldn't touch him either. At this moment, he couldn't control the inexplicable power within him. He wanted to kill everyone who stood in his way of being with Shen Muchen, but he knew that Heaven disliked him, so he had to endure and restrain himself, not wanting to be disliked by Heaven. Xu Zixie thought silently to himself.