Chapter 314 Two Hundred Thousand Brothers

Luo Yuan stared at Ge Jiyong's red eyes, enunciating each word with a weight as heavy as iron.

"Hold! Hold it with all your might! This line of defense is nestled in the mountains and nestled in a dangerous place. One man can hold a thousand men back! Forget 300,000 or 500,000. Even if they had twice as many, they'd have to work hard to break this tough nut! Shufeng Pass is still here! We still have plenty of food, fodder, medicine, arrows, logs, and rocks! Hold on! Only then can we survive! As long as we can hold out until the sound of reinforcements arrives... these 200,000 brothers inside the pass will all be able to return home alive!"

"Deputy General Ge, tell me, should we charge out now and show our bravery, turning two hundred thousand lives into dust in an instant? Or should we grit our teeth, swallow this mouthful of blood, and use this breath to ensure that two hundred thousand people survive?!"

Ge Jiyong opened his mouth, wanting to refute, wanting to roar, wanting to say that he, Dayan'erlang, was not afraid of death.

But the deep pain and unquestionable determination in Luo Yuan's eyes, as well as the words "two hundred thousand brothers", hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

He saw the blood flowing from Luo Yuan's shoulder and the flames of humiliation burning in the general's eyes.

But above that flame, there is a layer of coldness called responsibility.

He looked around and saw that the anger on the generals' faces gradually faded, replaced by a heavy silence crushed by reality.

Yes, who would want to die if they could live?

If we can save 200,000 of our comrades...

Ge Jiyong suddenly lowered his head, and his heavy breathing was like a broken bellows.

Finally, he used all his strength to squeeze out a word from the depths of his throat: "...Shou!"

The generals dispersed silently and returned to their respective posts, the fury in their eyes replaced by a deeper, hidden determination.

Ashina Duoji was so angry that he cursed his mother several times when he saw that no matter how his soldiers cursed, the defenders of Shufeng Pass did not come out to fight.

The flesh on his face was twisted with anger, and his eyes burned with violent fire.

These cowards who hide in their stone shells! Do they think they can survive by hiding? Dream on!

He suddenly turned his horse's head to face the Iron Pagoda army behind him that was surging like a black raging wave, and the light cavalry and infantry that were as dense as a swarm of locusts in the distance.

Taking a deep breath of the air mixed with blood and dust, the rage in Ashina Duoji's chest turned into a roar like tearing silk.

"kill--!!!"

This roar, with murderous intent that penetrated the soul, exploded in the vast wasteland, shocking all the Beidi soldiers, and their eyes instantly focused on their Khan.

"Warriors of the Northern Di and Rong tribes!!!" Ashina Duoji's voice was driven by his internal strength, rolling across the entire army like thunder, and clearly reached the ears of every soldier.

He raised the scimitar in his hand high, and the blade reflected a dazzling bloody light under the setting sun.

"Open your wolf eyes and look! Look at this dilapidated stone wall in front of you! Look at whose corpses are piled up like a mountain under the wall?! It's those spineless people of the small Yan Kingdom! With our blood, we dyed this sky red!"

"We are the eagles of the grasslands! We are the wolves of the desert! Wherever our horses' hooves step, that is our pasture! Wherever our blades point, that is where they will surrender to our feet!"

"But this broken wall, this tortoise shell! It blocked our bravest men and women from shedding their blood here!"

"Shame! This is the shame bestowed upon us, the Northern Di warriors, by the Eternal Heaven!"

Ashina Duoji roared, his voice filled with deep hatred.

"What's behind the wall? It's that ballless eunuch Luo Yuan! It's a sick man who peed his pants out of fear! It's a bunch of sheep who can only hide behind rocks and tremble!"

"Break through the barrier! Today! Use the knives in your hands to split open this last tortoise shell! Use your horse hooves to crush the bones of these cowards! Use their blood to wash away the shame we are waiting for! Use their heads to build the stairs that lead us to the Kingdom of Little Yanzi!"

"Eternal Heaven is watching over us! The ancestors of the grasslands are protecting us! Wealth! Food! Women! Everything in the glamorous world of Xiaoyan Country is waiting for you behind the walls to take it! Go grab it! Go enjoy the carnival that belongs to the victors!"

"kill--!!!"

Ashina Duji's roar once again tore through the sky, issuing his final command:

"For the glory of Beidi! For our fallen brothers! For the land and women that belong to us! Use your rage to burn this broken pass! Let the emperor of Xiaoyan tremble under our hooves! Warriors—follow me! Conquer Shuofeng Pass!!!"

“Ouch—!!!”

"kill!!!"

"Destroy Shuofeng Pass!!!"

The 500,000-strong Northern Di coalition army was like a powder keg that had been completely ignited, roaring like a landslide and tsunami!

The iron torrent of the Iron Pagoda heavy cavalry began to slowly start, and the sound of heavy horse hooves gradually became faster.

Finally, it gathered into a roar that destroyed everything, and with a violent momentum to crush everything, it launched the final and craziest charge towards the scarred Shufeng Pass!

On the city wall, there was no fear on the faces covered with blood and smoke, only an almost solidified determination.

His eyes were still as fierce as a lone wolf's, fixed on the enemy who was getting closer and closer.

Luo Yuan threw away the long sword with a curved blade, allowing the wound on his left shoulder to bleed more as he moved.

He took a step forward and stood at the battlement at the front of the tower, exposing himself to the range of locust-like arrows.

"The sons and daughters of Dayan——!"

Luo Yuan's voice was as loud as thunder, instantly drowning out the uproar outside the pass.

There wasn't a trace of trembling in that voice, only an iron will burning to the extreme!

"Look carefully! This is the jackal that covets our homes and slaughters our loved ones!"

He pointed at the surging Iron Pagoda torrent, the sound of which was like the clanging of metal.

"They think they can crush our bones with numbers! Destroy our will with insults! Stop our blades with armor!"

He suddenly raised his sword high, with the tip pointing straight to the sky.

The light of the setting sun danced on the blade, as if igniting a cluster of unyielding flames.

"Tell them—!"

Luo Yuan's voice suddenly rose, transforming into a roar that pierced the clouds and cracked the rocks:

"The bones of Shuofeng Pass are harder than the wolf fangs of the Northern Di! The blades of Shuofeng Pass are designed to break through the armor of jackals!"

"Archers--!!!" Luo Yuan's roar was like a military horn.

"Here!!!" He was responded by tens of thousands of hoarse roars. The sound waves condensed into an invisible wall of air, which briefly drowned out the roar of iron hooves outside the pass.

"Follow my command—"

Luo Yuan's arm was hanging steadily in the air, his hawk-like eyes fixed on the distance of the Iron Pagoda's charge, calculating the optimal killing range.

On top of the city wall, countless bowstrings were pulled to the extreme, making a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound.

The torrent of the Iron Pagoda was getting closer and closer, and the heavy horses' hooves raised up clouds of dust like dragons.

Beneath the ferocious iron mask, the bloodthirsty eyes are clearly visible.

Three hundred steps... two hundred and fifty steps... two hundred steps...