Chapter 834 War Goddess Jiaojiao (First Update)

"General Chang Wei!"

One of the Nangong rebels who witnessed this scene screamed in despair.

The Black Wind Camp cavalry seized the opportunity to shout loudly.

General Chang Wei is dead!

"General Chang Wei has been killed by the commander of the Black Wind Battalion!"

"Brothers! Their invincible general has died at the hands of the young commander! Charge! Kill these traitors!"

The morale of the Black Wind Camp remained high. Although everyone was on the verge of collapse from exhaustion, they gritted their teeth and refused to let the Nangong rebels see the slightest sign of their fatigue.

The Nangong rebels around witnessed Chang Wei's assassination, and those who couldn't see it from afar didn't care, because Gu Jiao directly stabbed the person with a spear, leaving him hanging high in the air.

"This is your General Chang Wei! He has already lost his life at my hands!"

The boy's youthful voice, though raw, was brimming with murderous intent, echoing fiercely amidst the deafening roar of the battlefield.

General Chang Wei had never been defeated, yet now he was defeated by a young man who had just started out!

The boy's armor reflected the silvery moonlight.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, as if... since Xuanyuan Li, a new generation of war god had been born!

The Nangong rebels were already in a very low mood, and General Chang Wei's defeat was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Ahead stood the Xuanyuan Iron Cavalry wielding butcher knives, and behind them were walls of snow-covered silkworm silk capable of cutting people invisibly. Some soldiers were terrified and jumped into the lake in panic.

As soon as Ke Ren jumped in, Cheng Fugui and his men's arrows shot out like a savior, and in just a few breaths, the lake surface was covered in blood.

The vast battlefield had now become a slaughterhouse for the Black Wind Camp. Every rebel soldier from the Nangong family had become a lamb to the slaughter. What was even more tragic was that they were leaderless, their morale was low, and they had long lost the will to resist.

They could only wait to die in despair.

"Brothers! We'll take someone down with us even if we die! Let these Black Wind Riders be buried with us!"

There are some who are truly bold.

But Gu Jiao wouldn't give them the chance to blacklist Feng Qi and take them down with them.

Gu Jiao shouted sternly, "Surrender and you will not be killed! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

These words undoubtedly gave the rebels their only way out in their despair.

One of them threw away his weapon.

Then came the second one.

A moment later, a third one appeared.

It's either surrender or die; who would willingly choose to die?

Gu Jiao ordered the cavalrymen beside her, "Disarm their chariots!"

The night isn't over yet.

...

In the City Lord's Mansion, just as the Nangong family head was about to retire for the night, a scout's urgent report came from outside the courtyard: "City Lord—something terrible has happened—something terrible has happened—"

The head of the Nangong family frowned, put on his outer robe, and walked out of the house. Looking at the scout who had stumbled into the courtyard in a disheveled state, he said in a deep voice, "What happened? Why are you in such a panic? Don't you have any manners?"

The scout looked at the head of the Nangong family with tears in his eyes: "City Lord! General Changwei... General Changwei..."

The head of the Nangong family's gaze darkened: "What happened to General Chang Wei?"

The scout wiped away his tears and choked out, "General Chang Wei was killed by the commander of the Black Wind Battalion!"

"What?!" The head of the Nangong family was shocked and his expression changed drastically. He was stunned for a long time before he said with great refusal, "Are you mistaken? How could General Chang Wei die at the hands of a mere boy!"

That's a bit presumptuous. Is that kid an ordinary kid? He killed Nangong Li and captured Nangong Ze alive. What's so strange about General Chang Wei being killed by him?

However, the scouts understood that the Nangong family head was not referring to individual combat strength. After all, this was a war, and the Nangong family held an absolute advantage in military strength. How could they lose so easily?

Moreover, General Chang Wei claimed that he had a way to deal with the Black Wind Riders—

The scout said anxiously, "Lord, I'm not mistaken! This is absolutely true! Xiao Liulang killed General Chang Wei, and tens of thousands of soldiers have been taken prisoner! Xiao Liulang has stolen our war chariots and is heading straight for our east gate! Lord! Let me escort you away!"

The head of the Nangong family said coldly, "You bastard! Who's leaving!"

The scout earnestly advised, "Lord! All the troops in Quyang City have been mobilized, and there are only three thousand defenders left in the city. They are no match for twenty thousand cavalry! As long as we live, we can fight again! Lord! Leave tonight!"

The head of the Nangong family clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead: "Where's the fourth brother!"

The fourth brother has five thousand cavalrymen under his command. If he can return from the north gate, and take advantage of Quyang City's easy defense and difficult attack, it's not impossible for him to stop the Black Wind Cavalry.

They won't have to hold out for long. In three days, the Liang army will break through Yanmen Pass and head straight for Quyang City!

At that time, they will cooperate with the Liang army from within and without, and will surely be able to wipe out the Black Wind Cavalry without leaving a single survivor!

Woohoo—

A deep horn sounded from the distant horizon, as if a gaping hole had been torn open in the silent city of Quyang, and an endless fighting spirit enveloped the city.

The scout cried, "It's too late, Lord City Lord... Fourth Master won't be back... We can't wait any longer... Let's escape!"

On the east city tower, the patrolling rebels saw and heard the battle horns and the war drums. The dark, imposing iron cavalry seemed to be trampling through mountains and rivers, like the army of Yama, bringing an unstoppable and overwhelming killing intent to the city!

The rebels on the city wall were so frightened that they fell to the ground with a thud!

"It's...it's the Black Wind Riders...the Black Wind Riders are attacking the city...the Black Wind Riders are attacking the city—"

They knew exactly how many people were left in the city.

It couldn't be held...

Quyang City cannot be defended...

Gu Jiao raised her hand and coldly gazed at the towering city wall: "Archers, prepare! Chariots, attack!"

The cavalrymen pushed their chariots toward the city gate. The massive iron logs on the chariots slammed against the heavy city gate with each powerful, resounding crash, as if the earth were collapsing, filling the defenders with fear and panic.

A rebel leader defending the city shouted, "Fire arrows! Shoot them dead!"

A deluge of arrows rained down on the chariot.

The cavalrymen beside the chariot were prepared, raising their shields and forming an impenetrable iron shield.

The arrows struck the iron top of the shield with a series of clanging sounds, while some powerful arrows pierced through the shield itself.

"Holy crap!" A cavalryman, seeing the arrow piercing through his fingers, tensed up in fright!

"Catapults!" the rebel leader shouted again.

However, before the catapult could be launched, Gu Jiao shot an arrow through the head of the rebel leader!

A major battle was about to break out, but suddenly, all the rebels on the city wall withdrew.

Gu Jiao vaguely heard something about the city lord's summons.

Before long, a scout from the Black Wind Camp rode up and stopped in front of Gu Jiao. He cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Reporting to the commander, the Nangong family has escaped through the south gate!"

Cheng Fugui, who was standing to the side, looked at the city gate that had suddenly fallen silent and said, "No wonder they stopped fighting. It turns out they were escorting the Nangong family to evacuate."

There wasn't much surprise in Gu Jiao's eyes.

The Nangong family's abandonment of the city and escape was part of their plan.

They arrived at the city gates in the middle of the night, exhausted, not because they truly intended to confront the last remaining rebel forces of the Nangong family.

Although the number of rebels in the city is small, they have the advantage in terms of combat conditions.

Most importantly, the Black Wind Camp is truly exhausted.

They were already at their last gasp; the war drums, horns, and sieges were all just bluffing.

If the Nangong family had been just a little bit more ruthless and fought to the death with them, the outcome might have been very different.

The attack on the city immediately following the battle with Chang Wei's 80,000 troops was not only for the Nangong family to see, but also for the prisoners.

—Don't think we're too weak to fight. As long as you are not eliminated, the Black Wind Cavalry will never fall!

This is an extremely risky tactic; a slight misstep could lead to the complete annihilation of the army.

But if they don't do this, once Master Nangong's army returns to the city, they will face another terrible battle and pay a heavy price.

Fortunately, she won her gamble.

Gu Jiao looked up at the endless sky and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She said firmly, "Everyone can rest now. Have the reserve battalion come and break down the city gates, in case anything goes wrong."

The scout excitedly replied, "Yes, sir!"

Bang!

Some cavalrymen fell off their horses.

Soon, his horse also collapsed beside him.

This is not an isolated phenomenon.

Gu Jiao didn't need to turn around to know that a large number of people had fallen behind her.

Everyone had already reached their breaking point.

However, until she said "you can rest," everyone remained in a fighting stance.

Gu Jiao dragged her tired body off the horse. Only then did she feel the soreness all over her body, and even her legs and feet didn't feel like her own.

The red-tasseled spear was covered in blood; it was unclear whether it was his own or the enemy's.

She patted Black Wind King's neck, and Black Wind King, who was also exhausted, lowered his head in perfect unison.

The man and the horse pressed their foreheads together, both slightly out of breath.

We won.

The Black Wind Cavalry won a battle that seemed almost impossible to win.

They lived up to expectations and captured Quyang before the Liang army arrived.

(End of this chapter)