Upon hearing this, Lu Cijian tightened his grip on his sword. Although his face remained expressionless, his mind was in turmoil.
The situation in the palace must be even worse now; he must get there with reinforcements as soon as possible.
Judging by the time, those people should be arriving soon.
Thinking this, he attacked Zhao Cheng with his sword even faster, his moves were fierce and ruthless, and Zhao Cheng was unable to defend himself for a while.
Zhao Cheng swiftly dodged the sword that was thrusting towards his chest again, and then swung his broadsword at Lu Cijian.
Lu Cijian simply spurred his horse and bent low, the horse quickly carrying him to dodge the large sword that was slashing at him.
Just as he was about to continue his attack on Zhao Cheng, he sensed something was wrong and instinctively dodged.
Just then, Zhao Cheng's broadsword came slashing at him. He quickly raised his sword to block the broadsword, twisting his body slightly.
Instantly, the arrow that was originally aimed at his heart pierced his shoulder instead.
He immediately let out a muffled groan, before he could even look in the direction the arrow had come from.
Zhao Cheng's attacks came one after another, and he could only defend against the attacks in front of him.
Seeing that the arrow had been dodged, Xie Yang immediately snorted coldly, "He's lucky to be alive."
If the man hadn't dodged in time, his arrow would have pierced his chest.
Although things have gone astray now, Zhao Cheng is still there, and this person will suffer the consequences.
He wanted to see how long Lu Cijian could hold out.
The struggle of a dying person before death is quite interesting.
For him, there was still plenty of time, but for Lu Cijian, every extra moment he stayed there meant one more dangerous moment in the palace.
Just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly felt the ground shake violently, and even the palanquin beneath him began to sway.
Xie Yang frowned slightly. "What's going on?"
The guards beside them were also a little confused. Before they could react, they heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from down the mountain.
Scattered lights gradually appeared in the distance.
Xie Yang frowned slightly, then quickly got up from the palanquin and looked down the mountain.
Not far away, a well-trained group of soldiers was seen galloping towards the battlefield along the mountain path.
Those men, clad in black armor and wielding long spears, charged directly into the battlefield with powerful, resounding movements.
Upon entering the battlefield, they easily changed the previously settled situation.
These people are either Southern Guards or who else could they be?
Xie Yang looked utterly incredulous, gripping the guard beside him tightly, and demanded, "How did the Southern Guards end up here? Didn't they leave the capital long ago?"
He remembered that after these Southern Guards escorted Wei Jinghai back to the capital, they went to the southern part of the city.
That place is extremely far from the capital, and it's unlikely they could easily return. How could they suddenly appear here?
And it just so happens to be today.
Could it be that Xie Jingxuan had foreseen this all along? Impossible.
If even he wasn't sure, how could Xie Jingxuan, that good-for-nothing, possibly be accurate? There must be something wrong with this.
The guard was also completely bewildered, but was terrified by Xie Yang's current crazed appearance, and stammered, "Your subordinate does not know."
Xie Yang was so angry that he threw the person he was holding aside and stared intently at the people down the mountain. His eyes were filled with not only anger but also astonishment.
There were far more than just Southern Guards standing there; the numbers were clearly incorrect.
Where did these troops come from? Where in the Great Jin Dynasty are there any troops left? Apart from a few prefectures and border areas where they are stationed year-round, where else could there be so many troops?
No, impossible. How could Xie Jingxuan still have so many soldiers?
Why didn't he know?
Xie Yang could hardly believe it.
But then more and more people joined the battle, completely reversing the situation where they had been on the offensive, and even starting to show signs of turning the tables.
If this drags on any longer, they will surely die.
His painstakingly trained 40,000 troops will all be wiped out here.
Xie Yang stared intently at the soldiers who had suddenly appeared below the mountain, his eyes bloodshot and bulging with rage.
Seeing that something was wrong, the guards nearby quickly said, "Your Highness, we cannot stay here any longer. I will escort you away immediately."
Xie Yang didn't move, but clenched his fists and stared intently at the battlefield below the mountain, gritting his teeth and saying, "You, Xie Jingxuan, how dare you toy with me."
He thought Xie Jingxuan was a useless emperor who recklessly increased his prestige among the people of the Great Jin Dynasty. Little did he know that Xie Jingxuan was not indifferent; he was simply lying low.
We'll wait for the day he rebels, then wipe him out in one fell swoop.
He underestimated this good-for-nothing.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He cursed, "Bastard, that bastard, I'll make him suffer a terrible death!"
Seeing that the battle below was getting worse, the guard beside him hurriedly said, "Your Highness, we can't wait any longer, let's go."
If they wait any longer, they'll all die here.
As long as the prince is alright, they always have a chance to make a comeback, but if the prince dies, they will truly have no chance.
Xie Yang, however, was somewhat reluctant to leave.
If he leaves now, he will definitely be wanted by the Great Jin Dynasty, and he will never be able to appear in the Great Jin Dynasty again.
Then everything he painstakingly built up here would be gone. How could he bear to leave so easily?
If they try to kill Xie Jingxuan again, that would truly be a rebellion.
Xie Yang was hesitating when he saw that Zhao Cheng's army had been routed and was being driven away by the Southern Guards.
He knew something was wrong, but when he looked down the mountain again, his face turned ashen.
Those mixed in with the Southern Guards were all members of the Hidden Dragon Guard.
But Xie Jingxuan's Hidden Dragon Guards number less than a hundred. How could they be so large?
It was more than three times the size of the army he led.
Seeing that staying any longer would only lead to his death, he immediately turned to leave.
However, a whooshing sound rang out at that moment, and a sharp sword gleaming with a cold light flew directly towards him.
The guards rushed to block the arrows, but were shot down by several arrows.
The sharp sword pierced straight through Xie Yang's heart.
He couldn't dodge in time, and the longsword pierced his heart instantly. The huge recoil only knocked him to the ground.
A sharp pain shot through his chest, making him see stars.
However, he didn't dare look down the mountain again. He was protected by his guards and dragged his injured body into the depths of the forest.
When Zhang Shan saw Lu Cijian shoot three people in a row, his jaw almost dropped in shock. Then, when he saw the wounds on Lu Cijian's body, he was filled with respect and had no time to speak.
Then Lu Cijian said, "Go and hunt down the King of Chu. Give me 50,000 troops and bring them into the city with me."
Having said that, he spurred the horse and rode away.
Seeing this, Zhang Shan, though unaware of the current situation, quickly ordered a group of men to follow Lu Cijian into the city, and instructed a small group to pursue Zhao Cheng's troops, while he led the rest of his men towards the mountains.
He had clearly seen that although those men had all been shot, they obviously still had energy left and had already run into the depths of the forest.
These rebels must be wiped out in one fell swoop.
While this matter was being resolved, a major upheaval was unfolding within the imperial palace.
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