Two days later.
Birds soared high in the sky, chirping loudly. They flew extremely high, but were disturbed by the smoke and fire on the ground and the shouts of battle, so they dared not come down.
After all, swords and blades have no eyes; a slight mistake can result in bloodshed.
On the plains, two sides were locked in fierce combat.
One group of people were dressed in various colors of clothing, but most wore coarse cloth shirts and carried various rough broadswords.
This group of people was a mixed bunch; in addition to the differences in their clothes and weapons, their ages also varied greatly.
There were teenagers with childish innocence and old men with graying temples, but no matter how different they were, the only thing that remained unchanged was their resolute eyes.
Those were eyes that looked like they were ready to die, eyes that showed a determination that they would never back down even if they were to die in the next moment!
On the other side was a disciplined and fully armed Tu Yuan army!
Clad in silver armor, wielding spears, and carrying teardrop-shaped red shields, they launched fierce charge after charge.
In addition, some of these soldiers were extremely tall. They carried huge, long axes and large, square shields. The shields were so large that, combined with their tall stature, they could block almost any attack.
Their superior physical strength meant that every time these giant axe soldiers swung their axes, a man's body would be split open, steaming internal organs flowing out from his shattered chest, emitting a strong stench of blood.
This was almost a crushing battle. Every time the Tu Yuan Kingdom's army advanced, a large number of Xijing rebels fell.
But even death did not deter the Xijing rebels.
Upon arriving at the battlefield today, everyone was prepared to die in battle; to retreat even a step would mean the fall of Xijing.
Behind us lies the land where our ancestors have lived for generations; how can we hand it over to the enemy!
"kill!"
Shouts of battle echoed through the heavens as the Xijing rebels, wielding broadswords, charged towards Tu Yuan's army...
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Behind the battlefield, in the main tent of the Xijing resistance army.
The young man who had previously beheaded Ruan Zhenfu now had disheveled hair and beard, his handsome face showing signs of exhaustion, and a tangled beard had grown on his chin.
He rubbed his sore eyes, which were bloodshot.
It is none other than Zhang Ye, the son of the current Minister of Personnel!
Just then, a burly man rushed into the tent, his face filled with anxiety.
"Alliance Leader! Something terrible has happened! The Tu Yuan Army's offensive is too fierce. Our organization's forces are completely unable to stop their advance!"
"If Tu Yuanjun continues his advance, I fear Xijing will fall within the next two days!"
Zhang Ye held his forehead and remained silent.
But at this moment, his hands were clenched into fists.
A strong sense of powerlessness welled up from my heart, and my body became increasingly tired.
In fact, by this point in the war, he had already realized that Xijing was truly going to be captured by Tu Yuan's army.
In his initial plan, he thought that his own forces, together with the soldiers from Xijing and some able-bodied young men conscripted to the battlefield, would at least slow down the advance of Tuyuan Kingdom, if not defeat it.
As time goes by, the weather will get colder and colder, and the Tu Yuan Kingdom, having traveled so far, will find itself in a situation of freezing cold and insufficient food supplies.
As a result, they will inevitably have to abandon their plans to attack Xijing.
But to his surprise, the Tu Yuan army that came this time not only had ample food supplies, but also had exceptionally strong combat power.
Not only did their forces far outnumber those of Xijing, but their individual combat strength was also extremely formidable. This was the first time he had ever fought against such a powerful enemy.
Although he had been gathering heroes underground and had a considerable number of members in the Red Tide Alliance, he realized that his strength was far too weak compared to the well-trained army of the Upper Yuan Kingdom.
Without rigorous military training, it would be difficult to deal with this pack of wolves and tigers.
This also reminded him of Qin Ze, who was far away in Beiliang. He was able to wipe out hundreds of thousands of Hu cavalry troops, but now it seemed that this was indeed an impossible task.
If he could rush to the battlefield in Xijing, he would never allow Xijing to fall.
but--
Two days ago, the people sent to Beiliang sent back an urgent message: Qin Ze did not bring a large army to Xijing; he was still leaving Beiliang at his own leisurely pace.
The movement of that army suggests they are waiting to leave Beiliang and then march into the capital.
It seems Qin Ze has decided not to interfere in the affairs of Xijing...
Thinking of this, Zhang Ye felt a tightness in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He had known Qin Ze since childhood. He often discussed world affairs with him in the capital. In his memory, Qin Ze was clearly a person with a heart for the world and unique ideas.
Why didn't he immediately lead his troops to Xijing after this upheaval?
Could it be that in his heart, avenging Jin Fengluan is really more important than losing Xijing?
Or perhaps he simply didn't care about the people or Xijing; the uprising was merely to overthrow Jin Fengluan and become emperor himself.
Zhang Ye shook his head. He was unwilling to accept this result, but the facts before him told him that Qin Ze would no longer come to Xijing.
Just then, a burly man rushed into the tent.
Seeing him enter, Zhang Ye's eyes lit up, and he immediately said:
"How is it? Are troops heading towards Xijing?"
The burly man looked dejected and sighed:
"No, the army of the Prince of Zhenbei... has not yet left Beiliang, and they are moving very slowly."
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