Xuanyuan Zhan led 100,000 reserve troops from the capital and galloped towards Beifeng City.

Along the way, when the people of the northern lands saw Xuanyuan Zhan leading so many troops toward Beifeng, their panicked hearts inexplicably calmed down.

Fortunately, the prince is in the north. He will definitely not allow those northern barbarian Tartars to invade Beifeng City.

Xuanyuan Zhan went to Beifeng, while Bai Ying led his men to disperse to the five cities to take over the work of distributing disaster relief grain from the reserve army.

As he entered each city, he would spread Xuan Yuanzhan's original words: "The prince said that the Northern Rong's attack on the city will not affect everyone's life. Disaster relief and food distribution will continue, and the river work will continue. The northern land will soon have water. As for the Northern Rong, we will leave it to the prince and the soldiers of Eastern Chu. Please believe that the prince and the soldiers will definitely protect our Eastern Chu and the northern land!"

Xuanyuan Zhan's words deeply moved the people of the North.

They originally thought that the prince would be too busy leading troops to defend the city for them and wouldn't be able to take care of them, but they didn't expect that even when the prince went to war, he still remembered to share food with them.

The prince's kindness to them was something they could never repay in several lifetimes!

Xuanyuan Zhan led his troops to Beifeng, but the people in the other five northern cities seemed to be unaffected. The distribution of porridge and grain continued, and people were still queuing up for porridge.

Even though the Northern Rong army was at the gates of Beifeng City, they could not afford to go hungry, otherwise they would starve to death before the Northern Rong army could breach the city gates.

The work of dredging the river channel in the Beiliang River has not stopped.

While the approaching Northern Rong army is indeed frightening, water sources in the north must be introduced as soon as possible, otherwise the drought in the north cannot be resolved.

Xuanyuan Zhan led his army on a long march and finally arrived at Beifeng City an hour later.

"The prince has arrived!"

Many Beifeng residents who were packing their belongings to flee were overjoyed to see Xuanyuan Zhan leading his troops to arrive, as if they had seen a glimmer of hope in their desperate predicament.

Seeing that they were all carrying bundles as if they were fleeing famine, Xuan Yuanzhan immediately shouted, "The Northern Rong army is invading Beifeng. Beifeng may indeed be in chaos for a while. You can go to the other four cities in the North for refuge. Even if there is a war, the distribution of porridge and food in the five cities in the North will not stop. Please believe me, the Northern Rong army will definitely not be able to enter Beifeng!"

Xuanyuan Zhan's words instantly moved the people.

"We all believe in His Highness!"

"We're not running away anymore. We'll stay in Beifeng. We believe that Your Highness will definitely be able to drive out the Northern Barbarians!"

"Yes, the prince is so good to us, why are we still running away? Where can we find food? We might as well stay in Beifeng City!"

Even under these circumstances, the disaster relief supplies were never interrupted, which shows the prince's benevolence.

Xuanyuan Zhan looked at the white eagle following behind him, then handed over the people to the white eagle and led the army to the north gate.

At this moment, the general guarding the city on the city wall is Ling Lang, the General Who Guards the North.

When Ling Lang saw that Xuan Yuanzhan had brought a large army to his aid, he was overjoyed and hurriedly came down from the city wall to greet him: "This humble general greets Your Highness."

This was the first time Xuan Yuanzhan had seen Ling Lang since arriving in the North: "How is the situation now?"

As he asked the question, Xuanyuan Zhan turned around and ordered the soldiers, "Leave half of them to guard the city gate, the rest of you come with me to the city wall!"

"Yes," Deputy General Liu replied, and then led his soldiers to help the Zhenbei Army reinforce the city gate.

The city gate, which was originally teetering on the brink of collapse and looked like it could be smashed open at any moment, became instantly as solid and indestructible as the Kyoto Reserve Army joined in!

Xuanyuan Zhan, along with the other half of the soldiers, hurried up the city wall.

Ling Lang followed behind and explained the situation: "The Northern Rong army is coming in a fierce manner. This time it seems that hundreds of thousands of soldiers have come."

The Northern Rong army was strong and well-equipped. If it weren't for the fact that their Zhenbei Army numbered as many as 150,000, the Northern Rong army would probably have already breached Beifeng City by now.

Why did they suddenly attack the city? Were there any signs beforehand?

While they were talking, Xuan Yuanzhan had already reached the city wall.

The soldiers on the city wall were fighting hard against the Northern Rong army below. Some were shooting arrows, and others were cutting rope ladders. They were all doing their best to deal with the Northern Rong army's attack.

Before Xuan Yuanzhan could even give any orders, the reserve troops of Kyoto behind him spontaneously and quickly joined the organization to help the Zhenbei Army fight against the Northern Rong army.

Ling Lang, still following behind Xuan Yuanzhan, explained, "This humble general doesn't know why they suddenly attacked the city; there were no prior signs."

Xuanyuan Zhan stood in the center of the city tower, looking down at the Northern Rong soldiers who were desperately trying to attack the city, his eyes filled with solemnity.

Why are the Northern Rong suddenly invading the northern border again? Do they know that the north is suffering from drought and water shortages, and therefore want to take advantage of the situation?

"Ye Feng." Xuan Yuanzhan called out immediately, as if he had just remembered something.

"Your Highness." Ye Feng hurriedly stepped forward.

Xuanyuan Zhan leaned close to Ye Feng's ear and whispered a few words.

"I'll go right away." Ye Feng received the order and immediately went to carry it out.

Jiao Xi, who was below, seemed to have noticed Xuan Yuanzhan who had just appeared on the city wall, and said to Tuoba Xiong beside him, "I heard that the Holy King of Eastern Chu is currently providing disaster relief in the north. That person may be the Holy King."

Tuoba Xiong then noticed Xuan Yuanzhan on the city wall and raised his voice to ask, "Is the person who has come the Holy King of Eastern Chu?"

Xuanyuan Zhan stared at Tuoba Xiong for a few seconds before confirming, "Tuoba Xiong, the Chanyu of the Tianqiong Tribe."

Tuoba Xiong looked surprised: "You know me?"

“I don’t know him!” Xuan Yuanzhan replied expressionlessly.

Although there are many tribes in the Northern Rong, the Northern Rong is not yet unified. The only tribe that can send so many soldiers at once is the largest tribe in the Northern Rong, the Sky Vault Tribe.

This is not hard to guess.

Tuoba Xiong squinted.

I didn't recognize him, but I could guess it was him right away. What a sharp eye!

Xuanyuan Zhan stared coldly at Tuoba Xiong: "Why invade the northern border?"

Tuoba Xiong smiled wickedly: "I heard that there is a severe famine in your northern lands. That's why I've brought people here to rescue you. Why don't you open the city gates quickly and let our Northern Rong army enter the city?"

"Hahahaha!" Tuoba Xiong's words instantly caused the Northern Rong army to burst into laughter.

Xuanyuan Zhan's cold eyes narrowed, and he drew the Xuanwu Sword from his waist and flew out.

"Your Highness!" Seeing Xuan Yuanzhan fly down from the city wall, Ling Lang and the others were instantly anxious.

Tuoba Xiong was also surprised that Xuanyuan Zhan would fly down from the city wall on his own. He was overjoyed and immediately waved his hand: "Release the arrows."

If they can capture this Holy King of Eastern Chu, they can negotiate with the people of the North, and even with the Emperor of Eastern Chu. They might get more than just these five cities in the North!

Or perhaps they would simply kill this Holy King, leaving the Northern Lands leaderless, and those five cities in the North would surely fall into the hands of the Northern Rong.

Upon hearing Tuoba Xiong's order, the Northern Rong army below immediately drew their bows and shot arrows at Xuanyuan Zhan, who was flying in mid-air.

Countless arrows rained down on Xuan Yuanzhan in an instant.