Mountain and River Festival 325. Bloody Battle of Chujing, Rescue

Because of the arrival of the Black Cloud Cavalry, the victory that seemed within reach gradually became difficult. Chu Jing, who had been gradually losing, seemed to suddenly become stronger. Although the number of the Northern Border Army was still more than ten times that of Chu Jing, it was useless to have more people in the narrow city streets. Moreover, the Chu Army guarding the city knew Chu Jing much better than the Northern Border barbarians. Even if they could not drive the Northern Border Army out of the city, it was impossible for them to completely occupy Chu Jing in a short time.

Feng Zhiyao stood on the tower in the city, looking down at the battle in the city from a height, and gradually found that a large number of northern troops had left the Chu troops guarding the city and rushed madly towards the west of the city. A cold smile appeared on his handsome face, "Want to seize the west gate? How can it be so easy?" Yun Ting, who was following behind Feng Zhiyao, crossed his arms and looked at the northern troops swarming in the distance, and said, "They want to capture the west gate first and cut off the Mo family army's way into the city. Then come to deal with the defenders in the city?"

Feng Zhiyao smiled and said, "Don't worry. The prince gave me some good stuff before I left. But..." Feng Zhiyao frowned in confusion and said, "This stuff seems a little dangerous. I'm afraid it's a little bit dangerous to use it in the city..." Yun Ting didn't worry about this. "It's such a long time now, why are you still worried about this? When they really come, we won't be able to handle them with our small number of people."

Feng Zhiyao touched his chin and nodded, saying, "You're right! Actually, I don't know what that thing is like! That guy... take your stuff and stop those guys." He turned around and waved, calling over a Kirin team leader who came with them. The Kirins were naturally very excited. They had had this thing for quite some time, but unfortunately they had never had a chance to use it. After receiving Feng Zhiyao's order, the team leader waved his hand and immediately led a team of Kirins, each holding a rectangular box, to go down to the city tower.

In the city, the Northern soldiers who received Ren Qining's order rushed to the tower of the West Gate, but they only heard a loud bang on the street far away from the West Gate, followed by explosions one after another. The Northern Army was blown up and blood flew everywhere before they could figure out what was going on. If they were people from the Central Plains, they would have seen some fireworks and firecrackers. The barbaric land of the Northern Territory had lived a life that was a little better than that of primitive tribes before Ren Qining integrated the Northern Territory. They had never seen such a huge explosion and destructive power. Many Northern soldiers were so scared that they thought they had offended the gods and the gods had sent down a huge thunder. Not to mention those who were hit by the bomb, most of those who were not hit were frightened and fell to their knees on the ground and dared not get up. Uncivilized peoples are often more afraid of heaven and earth than the people in the Central Plains.

After a round of explosions, the whole street was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the ground was full of soldiers whose flesh and blood had been blown up. On the tower not far away, Yun Ting widened his eyes in shock and stammered, "This...this thing was given to you by the prince?" This was a bit too scary. He saw clearly that the Qilin guys hid something along the street. Those northerners became like this as soon as they entered. If Ye Li was here, she would definitely think that these effects were just so-so. The secret imperial mausoleum has been researching for many years, and the best thing produced is not as effective as the original grenade, not to mention the effect of a high-powered bomb like TNT, where one pound can blow up a six- or seven-story building. As for the firearms developed in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, Ye Li was too lazy to even take them out. No matter the range or accuracy, they were inferior to bows and arrows. It would be better to wait until they were improved for four or five generations. But for people in this era who still knew how to play with fireworks and firecrackers, the effect was still scary enough.

Feng Zhiyao nodded with a wooden face, and at the same time concealed his shock. But in his heart, he couldn't help but secretly curse Mo Xiuyao, saying that if he had such a powerful weapon, he should have taken it out earlier.

In fact, this is absolutely unfair to Mo Xiuyao. Now these things are purely handmade, and there is no assembly line. It is considered high production to be able to make seven or eight in a month, but the lethality of this thing is not particularly high. Judging from the earth-shaking lethality on the street just now, Qilin’s people have placed no less than a hundred of these things on both sides of the street. It is so inconvenient to carry and the production cost is high. If you throw one in a wide area, it won’t kill three people. Mo Xiuyao really has no plan to use it widely on the battlefield in a short time. The Northern soldiers can only be regarded as unlucky. So many people are crowded in this narrow street. Who else should they bomb?

The northerners were not completely clueless. Someone quickly reacted and shouted, "This is a trick of the Central Plains people. Don't be afraid. Go up and kill them!"

They were brave enough to take the lead and quickly climbed up, following the leader and howling as they rushed forward. The unicorns on the houses on both sides were not surprised at all, and laughed fiercely as they smashed down the black objects one by one. The black spheres fell to the ground and exploded in the momentary shock of the northern soldiers, and the people closest to them were not surprised to be smashed away.

Then there was another round of deafening explosions on the street, mixed with the cries of the Northerners. When the explosions stopped, the surviving Northern soldiers could no longer bear it and fled far away, throwing away their armor and weapons.

The violent explosion in the west of the city was heard by everyone in Chujing, including Ren Qining who was outside the city. His eyes turned cold and he asked, "What happened?"

Soon someone stumbled out of the city and reported, "Your Majesty, the Mohist army has a monster in their hands. Our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties."

Ren Qining was so angry that his face turned blue. "I want to know what kind of monster is so powerful!"

The soldier who reported the incident said tremblingly: "The soldiers didn't see clearly what it was, they just heard a loud noise. Then many people died in a bloody mess."

"You mean, you didn't even see any Mohist soldiers?" Ren Qining asked. The soldier thought about it and nodded. They really didn't see any Mohist soldiers.

"You idiot! I don't care what kind of monsters the Mohist Army has. You must capture Ximen for me within an hour!"

The soldier hesitated for a moment before saying, "But... many soldiers said that it was a punishment from the gods, so they sent down thunderbolts. They dared not go forward at all..." Ren Qining sneered and said, "Thunderbolt? Where does thunder come from when the sky is clear? If there is thunderbolt, it should strike me first. Send the order that if you fail to capture West City within an hour, the commander-in-chief will be beheaded!"

"yes!"

Watching the messenger soldier leave in fear, Ren Qining's iron-blue face became even more distorted and ferocious. Thunder from the sky?! Ridiculous! Mo Xiuyao...did you really get the treasure left by your ancestors? Unlike Tan Jizhi, Ren Qining grew up in a truly secluded family. The people who taught him were all former ministers of the previous dynasty who had always been loyal to the previous dynasty. Naturally, he had read many books about the previous dynasty, even the only authentic books of the previous dynasty that did not exist in the world. Among them were some handwritten notes by the founding emperor of the previous dynasty, which mentioned some things obscurely. Originally, Ren Qining did not care, after all, the founding emperor did not use those things when he conquered the world. And the emperors of subsequent generations had not seen any powerful mysterious weapons, so whether it was true or not was still debatable. But now thinking back to the previous treasure in the northwest, what else did Ren Qining not understand? At that time, he was busy suppressing the tribes in the north that did not obey him, but he still sent people to the northwest to pay attention to this matter. However, no treasure was found, and the various people who wanted to compete for the treasure also returned empty-handed. But he did not expect that Mo Xiuyao actually got it secretly.

"What a great Mo Xiu Yao! I want to see how powerful you are!" Ren Qining snorted coldly and said through gritted teeth.

The battle in the city lasted from dusk to night. The capital city, which should have been quiet in the past, was still brightly lit and filled with roars of fighting. On the west gate, Feng Zhiyao and Yun Ting were also on high alert. Yun Ting looked at the fire in the city in the distance and frowned, saying, "If the army can't get there in time, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on any longer." Feng Zhiyao frowned and said, "The prince said they will get there, there won't be any problem. As long as the west gate doesn't fall into the hands of the northern border, everything will be solved once the Mohist army enters the city." Although he said so, Feng Zhiyao also knew the difficulty. They had been blocked and attacked by the Beirong army almost crazily along the way, so it was not easy for them to reach Chujing in such a short time. Moreover, the speed of the Black Cloud Cavalry was several times faster than that of the infantry, so it was even more difficult for the army to arrive within one or two hours.

Yun Ting was not a person who would worry about nothing, so he sighed and said, "You are right. No matter what, we just need to guard the west gate!"

"Feng San!" Not far away, Leng Haoyu rushed up with a bloody shirt. The wounds on his body were more than before he left. "When will the army arrive?!" Leng Haoyu asked unhappily as soon as they met. Feng Zhiyao rolled his eyes, but still reached out to support him and said, "When the time comes, it will arrive. Do you think it's easy for us to come here? That madman Yelu Ye mobilized almost all the Beirong troops in the Great Chu to intercept us."

Leng Haoyu took a breath, leaned against the city wall and panted helplessly: "If the prince doesn't come soon, we're really going to be in trouble."

"I know." Feng Zhiyao said, if they delayed for another half a day, not only would the defenders in the city be defeated, but he might also be defeated here. Although the soldiers from the northern border were afraid of the minefields that Qilin had laid on the streets, several of them had already tried to force their way through. Although they were beaten back by them, if they tried again, they would probably have to fight hand to hand. Qilin had used up the bombs he brought with him and had already moved to kill the enemy elsewhere.

Yun Ting said, "Brother Leng, you can rest here for a while. I'll go down." As he said that, Yun Ting was about to walk down the tower with his spear in his hand. Leng Haoyu pulled him over and said, "Don't go. You and Feng San have to guard the city gate. I still have to find someone." Now the city was full of fighting and chaos. Leng Huai and others had already been separated. Chujing was not small, so it was very difficult to find someone under such circumstances. But Leng Haoyu had to go.

"But..." Yun Ting looked at the wound on Leng Haoyu's body with worry. Leng Haoyu patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "It's just a superficial wound, don't worry. I'm leaving..."

"Wait!" Feng Zhiyao stopped him, a smile of ecstasy on his face, "The army is here!"

Everyone turned their heads and looked back. As expected, they saw a fire dragon moving quickly towards them from a distance. At first, it was only visible from time to time, but soon it became very clear. Not to mention the sound of horse hooves approaching. Feng Zhiyao shouted loudly, "The army has arrived. Open the city gate!" There was a burst of cheers from the tower.

The first to arrive were still the Black Cloud Cavalry who led the way. In the dark night, the black cavalry rushed through the city gate quickly, rushed into the city without stopping, and then fought with the Northern Border soldiers in the city. After a while, the people on the city tower saw Mo Xiuyao, who was dressed in white clothes and had white hair, riding a horse in the army. "The prince is coming! The prince is coming!" Red fireworks bloomed again in the night sky, and the Chujing, which was originally filled with fighting and blood, was filled with cheers and laughter.

On a street in the east of the city, Wei Rui and several soldiers were surrounded by a large group of Northern soldiers. The surroundings were already filled with enemy corpses, but there were even more enemies standing opposite. Blood still soaked the black clothes, but in the night, it was not visible at all. With cold eyes, he glanced at the Northern soldiers who were staring at him, and Wei Rui sneered, and the long sword in his hand swung, slashing a cold light and a bloody light at the same time.

After a whole day of non-stop fighting, even Wei Rui was a little tired, not to mention the ordinary soldiers around him. Soon, several soldiers around Wei Rui also fell down. Wei Rui's eyes were bloodshot, and he quickly swung his sword and killed into the enemy. Just when these Northern soldiers were happy that they were finally going to get rid of this very difficult person. A group of soldiers dressed completely different from Chu Jing and the Northern Army rushed over here. The first one was tall and straight, with a handsome face. In his hand was a Qingshuang sword that shone with cold light. Wherever he went, the Northern soldiers who were unable to dodge became dead souls under the sword.

With the addition of this fresh force, the situation on the battlefield turned around instantly.

"Who are you?!" the leading Northern soldier roared unwillingly.

The man on the horse glanced at him arrogantly, and swung his sword without hesitation, "What is this General doing?"

"Big brother..." Wei Rui looked at the man in military uniform in front of him in surprise. Wasn't it An Yi whom he hadn't seen for many years? An Yi, He Su stepped forward to support Wei Rui and said with a smile: "Xiao Si, I haven't seen you for so many years, are you all right?" Wei Rui nodded and said: "We are all fine, but Big Brother was sent out by the princess to perform a mission. He never came back..." Although they knew that An Yi was sent out by the princess to perform a mission, they didn't know what the mission was. They had been worried about him in the past few years, but they didn't expect that when they met again, he had become a general leading troops to fight.

He Su smiled and said, "The princess said that I was more suitable to lead troops in battle than others. So she asked me to anonymously join General Murong as a soldier. Later, I moved around a lot, and after all these years, I finally lived up to the princess's expectations."

"Congratulations, big brother." As brothers of the princess's secret guards, Wei Rui was naturally happy for He Su's achievement.

He Su smiled and said, "I've heard that too. You guys are not bad. The prince has already led a large army into the city. You're seriously injured. Go to the west of the city and settle down to rest for a while." Although Wei Rui was wearing a black suit and his injuries could not be seen, He Su was not an ordinary person. He could see that Wei Rui looked bad and was afraid that he was seriously injured. He called a few soldiers to escort Wei Rui to the west of the city. He Su led his own troops to the city to clear out the northern troops in the city.

It was not until dawn that the sounds of fighting in the city gradually stopped. However, some small-scale battles were still going on. The soldiers of the Mohist Army were still shuttling through the streets and alleys to search for the remaining northern soldiers and Chu Jing's wounded.

At daybreak, Mo Xiuyao and his soldiers stood on the north tower of Chujing, looking down at the northern army camp in the distance. Although there were still hundreds of thousands of northern soldiers outside the city, the Mo family soldiers did not take them seriously. After this battle, the northern army not only failed to capture Chujing, but also suffered countless casualties. Not to mention the strength of the troops, the morale alone would drop by more than one level.

After the bloody battle, the sky seemed to be filled with sorrow. As soon as the sky brightened, light snow began to fall. Mo Xiuyao was not wearing a cape, but was still standing on the tower in the snow in a white robe. Looking up from below, he looked like a god who was born to look down on the world. Even though they were so far away, Ren Qining and the northern generals still felt an unspeakable pressure.

"Your Highness, we've found Duke Hua!" the guard hurried over to report.

Mo Xiuyao turned around and asked, "Where is it?"

The guard hesitated for a moment and said, "Duke Hua is in the south of the city, and he is seriously injured. I am afraid..." Everyone's heart sank, and they naturally understood what the guard was afraid of. Mo Xiuyao was silent for a moment and said, "I will go and take a look. General Lu, I leave this to you." Lu Songxian did not say much, and nodded silently.

Duke Hua was in an alley in the south of the city. When the soldiers of the Mohist Army found him, he was already seriously injured and unable to move. Not far from him were the bodies of soldiers from the Northern Territory and the Great Chu. Duke Hua was stabbed by a sword, and the sword had not been pulled out yet. He sat alone on a stone pier not far from the entrance of the alley to rest. The winter nights in Chujing were not much warmer than those in the northwest, but Duke Hua was already an old man in his seventies, almost eighty. With such a serious injury, his face had already turned a little blue.

"Old Duke!" Mo Xiuyao stepped forward and supported Duke Hua. He glanced at the military doctor in front of him and asked, "What's the matter? Why don't you treat the Duke's injury?"

Duke Hua raised his hand to stop Mo Xiuyao, shook his head and said, "No need, I know my injuries myself. I can't do it anymore..."

Mo Xiuyao lowered his head to check the sword wound, and his face darkened. The wound on the Duke of Hua was in a vital part. If it was a strong man, there might be a chance of survival, but the Duke of Hua was in such a state that he would die immediately if the sword was pulled out. Closing his eyes, Mo Xiuyao whispered, "Old Duke, we are too late."

Duke Hua shook his head, glanced at Mo Xiuyao and forced a smile, "I know it's not easy for you either. Being able to... being able to arrive in time and not let Chujing fall into the hands of the people from the Northern Territory... very good..."

Mo Xiuyao lowered his brows and thought for a moment, then he placed one hand on Duke Hua's shoulder and injected Qi into him to keep him alive, while he ordered, "Go find someone from the Hua family." The guards beside him quickly reported, "They've already gone. If the Hua family is alright, they'll be here soon."

Hearing what Mo Xiuyao said, Duke Hua smiled and asked in a low voice, "How are Tianxiang and the others?"

Mo Xiuyao replied in a deep voice: "They are fine. Tianxiang has already arranged for Qingfeng to get married in a few months. Qingfeng, come here!"

Xu Qingfeng stepped forward quickly and said respectfully, "Old Duke..." Duke Hua raised his head with some difficulty to look at him, and said with a smile, "The children of the Xu family... are all good children. Very good, I will not be able to see you get married. In the future, treat Tianxiang well." Xu Qingfeng's eyes reddened and he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, old Duke... Grandfather..."

"Good boy..."

There was a flurry of footsteps coming from outside the alley, and a young man ran over here in a hurry, "Grandfather! Grandfather..."

Duke Hua raised his head and glanced at him, a hint of relief flashed across his eyes, and finally he slowly closed his eyes.

"Grandfather?!" When the young man came up to him, he saw Duke Hua closing his eyes with a smile. He could not help but kneel down in front of him and burst into tears. Next to him, Mo Xiuyao's eyes flashed with sadness and he slowly withdrew his hand from Duke Hua's shoulder. He ordered in a deep voice: "Duke Hua served his country with his life and died in battle. Order him to be buried with royal rites and posthumously named "Loyal and Faithful Marquis."

"As you command."

The same sad scene was played out in many places in the capital. In this battle, countless people died. Not only the Chujing defenders, but also the Black Cloud Cavalry and the Mohist Army. Not only ordinary soldiers, but also many senior generals. In another place, Leng Haoyu was looking at the person lying on the ground in front of him with his seriously injured body, his eyes filled with more complex meanings that no one could understand. Leng Huai knelt on the ground, holding his eldest son's already cold body in his arms. When they found Leng Qingyu, he was already dead, shot in the chest by an arrow, hitting the vital point. This man who had always been cold, arrogant, and always unwilling to admit that his illegitimate brother was better than himself, finally died quietly in the streets of Chujing without leaving a word.

Leng Huai held his son's cold body in his arms and burst into tears. No matter what, this was his most beloved son, the one he had placed the most hope on. The pain of losing his son was more painful than letting him die himself.

Leng Haoyu walked forward silently, squatted beside Leng Huai and whispered: "Father, take my brother back first." In the end, the equally proud Leng Haoyu finally admitted that this man was indeed his brother.

Leng Huai turned his head to look at Leng Haoyu, his eyes fell on the wound on his chest, and asked, "How is the injury?"

Leng Haoyu said: "It's just a superficial wound, father, let's go back."

Leng Huai nodded, picked up Leng Qingyu with some difficulty, and walked towards the Leng Mansion with Leng Haoyu.

－－－－－－－A side note－－－－－－－

Ahhh~ I feel that the second half of this chapter is so depressing. Why should I write it like this? ! But my heart tells me that I must write it like this. I finally wrote Duke Hua to die. Although his relatives hoped to save him, he still died. Because I can't imagine what would happen if he didn't die? Following the Ding Palace to be crowned king and appointed prime minister... I feel that this is not possible, but because of the relationship between Duke Hua and Ding Palace, he can't go against Mo Xiuyao, so the only way is to retire. But I think for a famous general, it is better to die on the battlefield and gain a good reputation. Duke Hua died for Da Chu and its people, not for Ding Palace.

Although I don't approve of blind loyalty, I cannot deny that I do not appreciate those who are a little bit loyal. So, I wrote about the death of Long Yang, the death of General Zhu, and now the death of Duke Hua.

There is nothing wrong with a wise bird choosing the right tree to roost in, but if everyone chooses the right tree to roost in, it would be a bit disheartening…