411. The Final Battle at Feihong Pass
The epic battle on the tower should have attracted countless martial artists to watch. But at this time in Feihong Pass, no one had the time to care about these things. Whether it was the Xiling soldiers who were eager to rush into the pass, or the Mohist soldiers who fought desperately to resist the enemy, no one had the heart to watch this battle. In everyone's mind and eyes, there was only one goal, that is - the enemy.
The city gate was finally broken by the heavy wood, and the soldiers of the Mohist Army blocked the city gate with their flesh and blood, fighting with the enemy. On the city towers and in the streets, soldiers from both armies could be seen fighting everywhere. Whether it was the imminent death of the King of Zhennan or the Princess Ding's willingness to live and die with the soldiers defending the city, it greatly inspired the morale of the soldiers of both armies. No one was willing to give in and they fought bloody battles.
No one knew how long this bloody battle lasted. Almost everyone, including Ye Li, was covered in blood and exhausted. Finally, they heard the sound of horse hooves coming from far outside the pass. Feng Zhiyuan was shocked and suddenly jumped up, shouting loudly: "Heiyun is riding! The prince is back!" All the surviving soldiers were immediately inspired. Especially after hearing the approaching horse hooves, everyone's heart was filled with an irrepressible joy. The prince is finally back, and the reinforcements are finally here. They...finally defended Feihong Pass!
With the arrival of the Black Cloud Cavalry, the pressure on the defenders at the city gates was reduced a lot. The Xiling army outside the city was thrown into disarray by the sudden change in formation, and the Black Cloud Cavalry seized the opportunity to rush over and successfully rushed into the city. The Black Cloud Cavalry, who was in the front, was dressed in white and had white hair, and had a dignified aura, "Close the front and back gates!"
Although Feihong Pass is called a pass, there is still a small city inside the pass. However, the city is not big, and most of the people living in it are soldiers stationed here, with only a few ordinary people. Because the war is imminent, the people have already retreated to the rear, and now the city is almost entirely filled with soldiers of the Mohist Army. Once the city gate is closed, the Xiling soldiers who have not entered the city will naturally have to attack again, while the Xiling soldiers who have already entered the city will be trapped and die in the city.
"Ari..."
"Ali..." Mo Xiuyao rode his horse quickly on the street, and a few Xiling soldiers who were not careful enough to rush forward to attack were whipped more than ten feet away. Finally, he saw the slender figure at a street corner. The white clothes were stained with blood, and even from a distance, he could still see that the beautiful face was also stained with a few bloodstains. In an instant, Mo Xiuyao felt as if his heart was whipped hard by a whip, and the pain was about to break.
"Xiu Yao?" Ye Li was panicked for a moment when she suddenly heard Mo Xiu Yao's figure. She didn't know how many people she had killed that day. She seemed to exude a strong smell of blood. When she suddenly heard Mo Xiu Yao's voice, it seemed like a dream.
"Be careful!" Han Mingyue shouted in a deep voice, and threw the long sword in his hand to the Xiling soldiers who were quietly preparing to attack behind Ye Li. At the same time, Mo Xiuyao jumped up from his horse, jumped to Ye Li as if he was jumping over water, and raised his hand to hold her in his arms.
"Xiu Yao?" Ye Li was stunned for a moment before she could see clearly the person who was holding her.
"Ah Li." Mo Xiuyao hugged the person in his arms tightly. For the first time in his life, he felt extremely scared. He, Mo Xiuyao, had a plan for everything. He could play with everyone in the world. But this time, he really missed a plan. He couldn't imagine what he would do if something really happened to Ye Li.
Mo Xiuyao held Ye Li with one hand and swung the horsewhip in the other hand. His powerful energy shot in all directions like poisonous arrows. All of a sudden, all the Xiling soldiers within ten feet around them were killed. The Xiling soldiers who were far away did not dare to move forward due to the reputation of Prince Ding.
Han Mingyue pulled his sword back from the Xiling soldier who had fallen to the ground, and walked up to him and said, "You're finally back." Mo Xiuyao nodded, and for the first time in the past ten years, he looked at Han Mingyue so seriously, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you." Like Ye Li, Han Mingyue was also covered in blood, and the image of a refined gentleman was no longer there. Moreover, Han Mingyue still had many scars on his body, and it was obvious that Han Mingyue had always been by Ye Li's side to protect him.
Han Mingyue smiled faintly, even though his face was still stained with the blood of the enemy. But the smile in his eyes had a bit more warmth of the bright moon and the demeanor of the famous Master Mingyue back then.
Han Mingyue knew that after this battle, they might finally be able to have a complete contact after so many years of separation. Han Mingyue understood Mo Xiuyao's character well enough. Mo Xiuyao would not hate him, he would just ignore him forever. As if he had never been a friend and brother. When Han Mingyue came out of the maze of infatuation, she finally realized what she had lost for this hopeless relationship.
Mo Xiuyao's return naturally made quite a fuss, and soon Feng Zhiyao and others also rushed over. Feng Zhiyao didn't bother to exchange pleasantries, and asked Mo Xiuyao hastily: "How many people did you bring back?!" Mo Xiuyao said: "30,000."
Feng Zhiyao's face suddenly became extremely ugly. Among hundreds of thousands of Xiling soldiers, 30,000 people were useless!
Mo Xiuyao said calmly: "Don't worry, Leng Huai will be here soon with his men. We just need to delay the Xiling people as much as possible and stop them at Feihong Pass and the small town."
At this point, there was nothing more to say. Feng Zhiyao simply turned around and said, "I know, but I don't know how long I can delay. What if someone breaks out..."
Mo Xiuyao frowned and said, "There are soldiers stationed in each state and county. Although there are not many, it is enough to stop some of the remaining soldiers."
Ye Li said calmly: "I have already ordered all the people within a hundred miles of Feihong Pass to retreat and die in battle."
Everyone was delighted when they heard this. Except for Ye Li, no one else had thought of this method. Although it was not easy to get all the people to evacuate, with the prestige of Prince Ding's Mansion, as long as Princess Ding gave the order personally, at least 80% to 90% of the people would evacuate. Having solved the most worrying problem, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Feng Zhiyao smiled and said, "In this case, we will do our best to stop the Xiling army, and we will definitely be able to hold out until General Leng arrives. Your Majesty, Princess, I'll take my leave!" As long as there were no major casualties among the people, even if some houses and crops were destroyed, it would not be a particularly large loss for the Mohist Army. Although there have been wars year after year in the past few years, with the planning and development over the years, the entire northwest has not been fundamentally damaged.
"I'm leaving!" everyone said in unison, turning around and rushing to their respective battlefields.
"Oh, Lei Zhenting and Linggezhu are still on the tower." Ye Li just remembered, but she herself was not sure how much time had passed in this fierce battle. But Lei Zhenting never appeared again. If the two were not still fighting, or Lei Zhenting had died in the battle, then the two of them had died together.
Mo Xiuyao had no worries about Ling Tiehan, who was tricked by him to come and help. After all, Ling Tiehan wanted to seek revenge on Lei Zhenting, and he just provided him with an opportunity to save his subordinates. Although Ling Tiehan saved Ye Li by mistake, he would not feel guilty if Ling Tiehan died because of it.
Mo Xiuyao took off his cloak and put it on Ye Li, then said softly, "A Li, go back and change your clothes first." Ye Li rolled her eyes at him unhappily and turned to walk towards the tower.
The battle on the tower was still going on. Lei Zhenting's reverse technique was indeed amazing. Ling Tiehan's martial arts skills were already very advanced, and even if Lei Zhenting was not injured, it would be difficult for him to be his opponent. But when Ye Li and others arrived, the person with wounds all over his body was Ling Tiehan. However, Ling Tiehan had studied martial arts all his life and had a strong character. Even though he was covered with wounds, he had no intention of stopping.
Hearing Mo Xiuyao and others going up to the city wall, Lei Zhenting flew away first.
"Mo Xiu Yao, it's you again." Lei Zhenting narrowed his eyes and stared at Mo Xiu Yao. His originally deep and cold eyes were a little bloodshot, perhaps because of the battle, or perhaps because Mo Xiu Yao's early return only ruined his plan.
Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows calmly. Only Ye Li, whose hand he held, could understand that his mood at this moment was not as peaceful as it looked. Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "Of course it's me. I am the one who is a little surprised. Why...you are not dead yet?"
Lei Zhenting sneered and said, "You are not dead yet, how can I die?" After that, Lei Zhenting no longer paid attention to Ling Tiehan and flew towards Mo Xiuyao. But the long sword in his hand was pointed directly at Ye Li beside Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao's expression changed, and he sent Ye Li behind Han Mingyue with one palm. The Burning Sword in his hand came out of the sheath with a sound, and swung towards Lei Zhenting mercilessly.
"Lei Zhenting, I will make sure you die ugly!" Mo Xiuyao sneered. In an instant, the two of them started fighting. Lei Zhenting was also not to be outdone. He smiled and said, "It is still unknown who will die ugly."
It has to be said that even people like Han Mingyue and Ling Tiehan cannot help but talk about the amazing effect of the reversal technique. Lei Zhenting didn't seem to have consumed too much energy after the big battle with Ling Tiehan. When fighting with Mo Xiuyao, his moves were still as fast as lightning. This feeling almost reminded Mo Xiuyao of the feeling when he first fought with Lei Zhenting more than ten years ago. At that time, his martial arts were still slightly inferior to Lei Zhenting. But now Mo Xiuyao is in his prime, while Lei Zhenting has gradually begun to age. Mo Xiuyao was absolutely confident that his current martial arts skills were definitely better than Lei Zhenting's, but even so, when he fought with Lei Zhenting at this time, Mo Xiuyao still felt a little pressure.
Seeing this, Ling Tiehan joined the battle without hesitation. In this case, there was no such thing as using the majority to bully the minority. Lei Zhenting had already used the reverse technique, so he was doomed to die. There was no need for the people present to be buried with him. More importantly, it was definitely impossible for Mo Xiuyao to withdraw now. In this case, Ling Tiehan didn't mind two big men and one big man.
With the suppression of two decisive masters, Lei Zhenting finally fell behind. But even so, Ling Tiehan and Mo Xiuyao also had a lot of new scars. This battle lasted from day to night. Ye Li and Han Mingyue could not intervene at all, but no one dared to leave. They could only watch the three people fighting.
Seeing the most thrilling part, Han Mingyue finally couldn't help but let out a long roar and laughed loudly. Ye Li stood aside and watched, with a faint smile on her lips. Han Mingyue watched the final battle between the world's three masters, and unexpectedly broke through his state of mind. From then on, his martial arts, which had not improved in many years, reached a higher level. I believe that in a few years, Master Mingyue will definitely be among the world's four great masters.
Under the night sky, the entire Feihong Pass was still brightly lit. In the small city, countless soldiers were fighting in every street and alley, and the smell of blood filled the entire city. On the city wall at the back, the old general Yuan Pei was stationed on the city tower with a few soldiers. Under the city tower was a gate that was only one-third the width of the Feihong Pass gate in front, but behind this gate was most of the northwest region. All the soldiers were tired, but they held their weapons tightly and chopped down the enemies who rushed forward again and again. Behind them were the people and land they were going to protect, and they had nowhere to retreat. They had no choice but to kill the enemy in the city gate.
Another wave of Xiling soldiers rushed forward, crossing the streets and the Mohist Army soldiers. Yuan Pei looked solemn and shouted, "Archers, shoot!" Arrows were shot out like a rain of arrows. A group of enemies fell, and soon more people continued to rush up. The soldiers guarding the city gate rushed up and fought hand-to-hand with the enemies who rushed out from the arrows.
Just when everyone thought that days like this would never end, the sound of heavy horse hooves finally rang out in the distance. Even from a distance, one could still feel the sound of the earth shaking, the sound of thousands of troops galloping. At this moment, everyone knew who was coming. The tired faces of the Mohist army soldiers lit up again, "Reinforcements are coming!"
"Reinforcements are coming! Brothers, kill them! Stop the Xiling people!"
"Reinforcements are coming!" The cheers of the Mohist army soldiers could be heard everywhere in the town, and then the fighting between the two sides became more intense.
Leng Huai led a million-man army to rush into Feihong Pass, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses of Xiling were immediately defeated. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses were blocked in the city by the Mohist army of only a few hundred thousand people for a whole day, and they suffered heavy casualties. They were already somewhat exhausted. Now there was a sudden increase of millions of troops, and even if the Xiling soldiers had strong willpower, they could not help but collapse. By the time it was still dark, the war in the small city had come to an end. The Xiling soldiers and horses in the city died or surrendered. When Leng Huai led his men to the rear gate, he just had time to support Yuan Pei, who was about to fall.
The veteran general was already over seventy years old. Fighting for a whole day and night was already exhausting for a young man, let alone an old man like Yuan Pei. Seeing Leng Huai, Yuan Pei also breathed a sigh of relief. If Leng Huai had come later, they really wouldn't have been able to hold on. "Leng... General Leng..."
Leng Huai apologized, "Veteran General, it's me... We are late. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's good that you're here... It's good that you're here..." Yuan Pei said repeatedly. Then he felt a black screen in front of his eyes and fell down. Leng Huai was quick to support him, "Veteran General...Veteran General...Doctor!"
Feng San happened to be coming here, and when he heard Leng Huai's voice, he quickly rushed over. He took Yuan Pei's hand and felt his pulse before he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's nothing serious, probably just too tired. Let's send the old general back first. Let's ask Mr. Shen to treat him later."
Seeing that Yuan Pei was fine, Leng Huai breathed a sigh of relief. Yuan Pei was the oldest veteran in the Mohist Army. If something happened here, it would be a huge loss for the Mohist Army.
After sending someone to escort Yuan Pei back to the General's Mansion, Leng Huai and Feng Zhiyao ordered the soldiers who had just arrived to search the streets and alleys for any Xiling soldiers who had escaped. By the time they had arranged all this, it was already bright, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other, and Feng Zhiyao suddenly shouted, "The prince and the princess are still on the tower!" If Mo Xiuyao had already dealt with Lei Zhenting, he would definitely appear with Ye Li to take charge of the situation. The reason why the two of them have not been seen until now must be that the decisive battle on the tower has not ended yet.
When the two hurried to the tower of Feihong Pass in front, Qin Feng and others had already arrived. Although they were all covered with wounds and leaning or sitting on the tower without any image, everyone looked extremely relaxed. Feng Zhiyao couldn't help but smile, shrugged his shoulders, walked to the stairs on the side, and sat down under the wall with Qin Feng. After this battle, there will be no war for a long time, shouldn't it be relaxed? As a soldier, it may be a pity to never have the opportunity to go to the battlefield in your life. But as a country, if you are trapped in war all your life, it is better to perish early.
Seeing Feng Zhiyao, Leng Huai and others appear one after another, Lei Zhenting finally realized that he was defeated by the Mo family army again. His attacks became more and more fierce. However, after a day and a night of fierce fighting, Lei Zhenting's damage was much worse than Ling Tiehan and Mo Xiuyao. No matter how powerful the reversal technique was, it could not guarantee that Lei Zhenting would be invincible in these 24 hours. No matter how powerful he was, he would still be seriously injured by the joint efforts of Ling Tiehan and Mo Xiuyao, two of the world's top masters. As a human being, there is a limit to one's vitality even if one consumes all of his vitality in advance. So after several consecutive fierce attacks, Mo Xiuyao and Ling Tiehan both clearly felt the changes in Lei Zhenting.
The two looked at each other, and Ling Tiehan's long sword slashed a long rainbow straight towards Lei Zhenting's chest. However, Mo Xiuyao behind him flew into the air and stabbed Lei Zhenting's head from top to bottom with his sword.
Lei Zhenting sneered, flew to avoid Mo Xiuyao's sword stabbing from above, stretched out one hand and grabbed Ling Tiehan's long sword. Then he rushed forward and slapped Ling Tiehan's chest with his palm following the momentum of Ling Tiehan's sword.
Mo Xiuyao waited until this moment, and the sword he had originally intended to stab at Lei Zhenting's head was just a cover. The fatal point on the top of the head was such an important position, unless Lei Zhenting could not move, how could he be easily stabbed. Mo Xiuyao's sword turned, and the Burning Sword slashed a cold light, instantly sinking into Lei Zhenting's right shoulder. Lei Zhenting's palm strike towards Ling Tiehan was paused, and Ling Tiehan twisted the sword in his hand and pulled it out of Lei Zhenting's hand. He lowered his body and swung it, and Mo Xiuyao and Lei Zhenting's legs were chopped off from the left and right.
Suddenly struck by Mo Xiuyao's sword, Lei Zhenting leaped away in pain. He dodged the two swords from Mo Xiuyao and Ling Tiehan, but Ling Tiehan's sword still left a bloody mark on his left leg.
Lei Zhenting retreated all the way to the edge of the city wall to stop Fu's steps. He looked down at the wound on his right shoulder and frowned. This sword injury was not important, but his right shoulder was just shot by Ye Li a few days ago, and the injury has not healed. Now Mo Xiuyao's sword is naturally worse. Moreover, the reverse technique cannot make him completely ignore the pain. The countless scars and pain on his body have greatly reduced his strength again.
Mo Xiuyao and Ling Tiehan were not in a hurry either, they each held their swords tightly and looked at Lei Zhenting indifferently. At this point, with Lei Zhenting's character, he would definitely not run away again. I'm afraid he would want to drag someone to be buried with him before he dies.
Lei Zhenting smiled calmly and said, "It is not in vain that I have lived to the fullest to be able to fight against Prince Ding and Prince Yan."
Ling Tiehan looked calm and said nothing, but Mo Xiuyao smiled coldly and said, "I never intended to fight you. I only want one thing. You die and I live."
Lei Zhenting was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing up to the sky, "Haha... Prince Ding is indeed worthy of being Prince Ding, a good son of Mo Liufang! Mo Xiuyao... If Ling Tiehan hadn't been here today, it would definitely be you who died in my hands!" The most unpredictable thing in this world is people, but Mo Xiuyao can calculate people's hearts. So even a master like Ling Tiehan can be mobilized by him. Maybe what Ye Li said is right. The Prince Ding's Mansion was almost destroyed because of the sinister human heart. Mo Xiuyao learned from his mistakes and could actually understand all the desires and intentions of the human heart. So, he was defeated by him.
Mo Xiuyao didn't care about Lei Zhenting's ridicule and said calmly: "If Master Ling was not here, you would not die here. I naturally have other ways to make you die."
Lei Zhenting laughed loudly, and everyone present looked at each other, no one understood what he was laughing at. Perhaps even he himself didn't understand. When he finally laughed enough, Lei Zhenting stood up again, pointed the long sword in his hand at Mo Xiuyao and said: "Okay! Okay... I will come and see. How can King Ding make me die!"
Mo Xiuyao's lips curled up into a cruel smile, "I want you to... rather die than live!"
The atmosphere on the tower was tense again, and everyone couldn't help holding their breath and staring at the three people in confrontation. The life-and-death battle between the three most accomplished martial artists in the world was about to be decided. At the same time, it also meant that the final winner of this battle that had lasted for several years was about to emerge. Even though... many people already knew who would be the winner in the end, they still couldn't help but be moved and couldn't look away.