Taiping rift 383. Northern Rong was defeated

In the Beirong tent, Yelu Ye and Helian Zhen were sitting in the tent. Helian Zhen had a solemn expression and remained silent. Yelu Ye was walking back and forth in the tent anxiously, his sword-like brows were tightly locked, and his face showed a hint of anxiety and uneasiness.

After turning around for an unknown number of times, Yelu Ye squatted down and looked at Helian Zhen and said, "Uncle, there won't be any problems with General Helian, right?" Helian Zhen calmed himself down and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, please be patient. There is no bad news from Peng'er, and we should not panic.

"Yelüye nodded, was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy."

Helian Zhen was silent, not knowing whether he was too worried or if something really happened. Not only Yelu Ye felt uneasy, but Helian Zhen also felt that something was wrong.

After thinking for a while, Helian Zhen stood up and said, "I'll send someone to investigate."

Perhaps he really felt bad, Yeluye nodded and said, "Uncle, send more people and have them report back as soon as possible no matter what news they have."

"Yes." Helian Zhen responded and turned around and walked out of the tent.

As soon as Helian Zhen walked out of the big tent, he saw a beam of fire shooting in from outside the camp and falling directly into the Beirong camp. It happened to fall on a tent. Although it was the middle of winter, many tents were covered with a layer of frost and did not catch fire immediately, it still startled many people. Helian Zhen was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted and shouted: "Enemy attack!"

Yelu Ye, who was originally in the big tent, heard his voice and immediately rushed out, saying in a deep voice: "What's going on?!" Helian Zhen's eyes were red, and he said: "The people of the Mohist Army are outside the camp! Keep away the enemy!"

The rocket just now instantly set the entire Beirong camp ablaze. A moment later, a low horn sounded in the camp. All the soldiers immediately picked up their weapons and rushed out of the tents to prepare to fight the enemy. Unfortunately, as soon as the soldiers who rushed to the front appeared outside the gate, they were greeted by a rain of arrows. In the darkness, the enemy was in the dark and we were in the light. We could not see the arrows clearly until they were almost in front of us.

"It's the Mohist Army!" someone shouted.

The entire Beirong camp was in chaos. Helian Zhen was furious and shouted at all the generals to lead the soldiers to fight the enemy.

Not far from the Beirong camp, Mo Xiuyao and Ye Li were standing side by side, followed by Feng Zhiyao, Zhuo Jing, Lin Han and others in red. Seeing the Beirong army being caught off guard by the Mo family army, everyone's mood couldn't help but improve.

Mo Xiaobao sat in front of Mo Xiuyao, hidden under his wide battle robe, with only his small head exposed. His big, lively eyes looked at the Beirong army camp not far away, where red light was rising into the sky and the sound of killing was heard everywhere. He was obviously watching with great interest.

After the losses of these days, the number of soldiers and horses of the Northern Rong army was not much different from that of the Mohist army. Now most of the soldiers and horses of the Northern Rong army were taken away by Helian Peng, so that at this time the number of soldiers and horses of the Northern Rong army was less than that of the Mohist army. Under the sudden attack, the Northern Rong army was defeated. In just half an hour, the whole situation began to tilt towards the Mohist army.

Helian Zhen led his personal soldiers to support Yelu Ye and retreated while fighting. He turned back and said to Yelu Ye: "Your Highness, we have been fooled. I am afraid Peng'er will not be able to come back in time. Let's retreat first!"

"Retreat?! Where else can we retreat to?" Yeluye led the way with a sullen face. It was not that he said it in anger, but the place where they were now was less than 200 miles away from the border of Beirong. If they retreated further, they would have to retreat back to Beirong. This also meant that this war against Da Chu, which had lasted for two or three years and had started with great fanfare, would end in the most humiliating ending.

Yeluye was naturally unwilling, but the situation at the moment made it impossible for him to be unwilling. Either retreat, or fight to the death and wait for Helian Peng to come back. But regardless of whether Helian Peng could come back or not, the price of fighting to the death was not something Yeluye was willing to bear. He glanced at the direction of the Mohist army commander in the distance, and said in hatred: "Retreat!"

The horn of retreat sounded in the dark night, and the Beirong soldiers, whose morale was already low, immediately followed Yelu Yeyuan and retreated like a tide. Although the soldiers of the Mohist Army were chasing behind, they did not press them step by step, but just kept a moderate pace. Helian Zhen felt that something was wrong, but the situation at this time only gave him two options, either to move forward or to turn back. Of course, they could not turn back and fight the Mohist Army head-on, so they could only move forward.

On the other side, Helian Peng, who was besieged by Qilin, finally escaped after an hour. When he finally integrated his troops and broke through the encirclement of Yunting's army, the sky in the east had already turned slightly pale.

Behind them, Yun Ting and the others looked at the direction where the Beirong army left and smiled calmly. A Qilin said with some frustration: "Why don't we kill him? Why let him go?" Although Helian Peng's martial arts were indeed very powerful, for the well-trained Qilin who had already had many experiences of fighting against masters, it was not the most powerful. It was only a matter of time before he was killed.

Xu Qingfeng patted his subordinate on the forehead and said, "Since the prince has given such an order, he must have his reasons. Let's go too, so as not to miss out on the excitement."

Everyone agreed, packed up a little, and followed the direction where Helian Peng's army was going.

By the time Helian Peng met Yeluye and the others, it was already daybreak. Although they could not see clearly due to the thick fog in the early morning and almost killed each other, they finally met together.

It was not safe to stay in such a foggy place with unfamiliar terrain, but the Beirong soldiers were already exhausted after fighting all night. Helian Zhen had to find a wide open place to rest. When they counted the soldiers, the number of people made the three of them pale. There were originally hundreds of thousands of soldiers left, but after a night of fighting, there were less than 200,000 left. At least 90% of them were the soldiers brought back by Helian Peng. The soldiers who were originally left in the camp were almost wiped out.

Helian Zhen looked at Yelu Ye who was sitting in a trance with a sad look on his face, then looked at Helian Peng and said, "Peng'er, how did you find us?" Helian Peng frowned and said in a deep voice, "After I broke out of the Yunting Army, I found four or five Mohist armies blocking me along the way. I fought all the way here and happened to run into my father and His Highness."

Helian Zhen frowned and said in a deep voice, "This is not right... We have been running in front, and the Mohist Army is chasing behind. Even if you are lost, you can't be too far off the general direction. How can you run into us when you are being chased all the way?"

Helian Peng's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly jumped up and said, "Father!"

Helian Zhen looked at him. Helian Peng had a gloomy expression and gritted his teeth and said, "We have fallen into Mo Xiuyao's trap!" Helian Zhen was startled and his face changed. He grabbed Helian Peng and said quickly, "You mean..."

"Haha, General Helian, don't you think it's too late to figure it out now?" In the thick fog, a joyful and low laugh came from far away. When the voice just came out, it was clearly very far away, but when the voice was about to fall, it seemed to be in front of it. Helian Zhen and others looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a figure in white clothes and white hair appearing abruptly in the place where the thick fog dispersed not far away. The expression on his face was a little unclear through the light fog, but Helian Peng and Helian Zhen both clearly felt that he was smiling, and it was an extremely cold smile.

"Mo, Xiu, Yao!" Helian Zhen gritted his teeth.

"It is this king who wants to invite General Helian back to Fenggu for a reunion after 19 years. It is not easy." Mo Xiuyao was dressed in white, with his white hair flying freely in the cold wind. A faint smile appeared on his lips, but the words he said made people feel a chilling murderous aura for no reason.

"Is this Huifeng Valley?!" Helian Zhen screamed in shock.

Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "That's right. I didn't expect that General Helian had forgotten it in less than 20 years. However... I also think that General Helian must have been deeply impressed by Guichou Valley. It's a pity that I can't entertain General Helian in Guichou Valley this time." Huifeng Valley was the place where the Mo family army was buried by Helian Zhen. Even the place where the former Ding Wang Mo Xiuwen died was not far from here. Guichou Valley is less than 50 miles away from Huifeng Valley. It was the place where Mo Xiuyao set fire to Helian Zhen and defeated him, and Mo Xiuyao himself was seriously injured. These two places are probably unforgettable for both parties involved in the war.

As Mo Xiuyao spoke, countless Mo family soldiers had already surrounded him from all sides. In the mist, only countless black shadows could be vaguely seen swaying, as if they were cold and misty like the underworld, which frightened the already tired and hungry Beirong soldiers below.

Behind Mo Xiuyao, several figures gradually appeared, Ye Li, Yun Ting and others in white, the third son of Feng in red, Xu Qingfeng, Zhuo Jing, Lin Han and others in black, all stared at the Beirong soldiers below with eager eyes. Only Mo Xiaobao, who was following Ye Li in black brocade clothes, was in very good spirits despite not sleeping all night. He looked at the people below with his big round eyes curiously. He looked at the serious-looking people around him and curiously pulled the hem of Feng Zhiyao's clothes.

Feng Zhiyao quietly shook his head towards Mo Xiaobao and winked in the direction of Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiaobao pursed his lips and quietly moved to Mo Xiuyao's side, "Father..."

Mo Xiuyao smiled faintly, leaned over and picked up Mo Xiaobao, and said with a smile: "Yu Chen, do you know where this place is?"

This was the first time that Mo Xiuyao called him by his name so seriously. Mo Xiaobao blinked and asked curiously, "Father, where is this place?"

"This... is where the martyrs of my Mohist Army and your uncle were buried." Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice.

Mo Xiaobao blinked his eyes. Although he was young, he had been taught the history of the Mo Army and Prince Ding's Mansion. He also knew that his uncle, whom his father respected very much, was killed by the Beirong people. Once upon a time, Mo Xiaobao secretly thought that if his uncle had not died, would he have had one more person to help him when his father bullied him?

"Father, are we going to avenge my uncle?" Mo Xiaobao asked with his big eyes.

"Not bad." Mo Xiuyao said in a deep voice.

Feng Zhiyao and others who followed behind Mo Xiuyao couldn't help but glance at Ye Li. The young master is not even eight years old. It's a bit too abnormal to let such a child watch such a scene. Ye Li sighed helplessly. Seeing Mo Xiaobao's excited look, he really didn't look scared. Ye Li was really worried that her well-behaved son was taught wrong by Mo Xiuyao. But no matter how close Mo Xiaobao and Ye Li are, boys naturally listen to their fathers more in some aspects. For example, now.

In the Northern Rong army, Yelu Ye stood out, staring at Mo Xiuyao not far away with a sullen face and said in a deep voice: "Prince Ding has good means and patience!" At this point, Yelu Ye knew that Mo Xiuyao had been playing tricks on them all these days. The ultimate goal was to force the Northern Rong army to Huifeng Valley to avenge the assassination of Mo Xiuwen there.

Mo Xiuyao smiled and nodded, "No problem. Even if the Seventh Prince returns to Beirong with a group of defeated soldiers, he is definitely no match for Prince Yelu. It would be better for him to die in Fenggu, which would also preserve his reputation. The Seventh Prince should thank me."

Yeluye's expression was twisted. Even ants are greedy, not to mention humans. Yeluye was not afraid of death, but he absolutely did not want to die like this. But he also understood that their current situation was not up to him. Now hundreds of thousands of Mohist troops surrounded them on all sides. With less than 200,000 defeated soldiers, he could not break out even if he tried his best. As long as Mo Xiuyao gave an order, thousands of arrows would be fired, and the Beirong army would be buried in a moment.

Helian Zhen's face turned pale and he remained silent. Helian Peng stood beside Yelu Ye, his eyes fixed on Ye Li beside Mo Xiu Yao like arrows.

"I am Helian Peng. Please fight with Princess Ding!" Helian Peng suddenly stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

The eyes of the Mohist army generals all swept towards Helian Peng, as if they were looking at an idiot. Wanting to challenge Princess Ding in front of Prince Ding, this guy must be crazy.

Sure enough, Mo Xiuyao sneered and said calmly: "General Helian, why don't you challenge me? Are you looking down on me?" Helian Peng glanced at Mo Xiuyao and did not answer, but just stared at Ye Li closely.

Ye Li smiled faintly, took a step forward and said: "Since General Helian is interested, I will accompany you. Please." Although Ye Li did not like Helian Peng, as a general, Helian Peng knew that it was not a face-saving thing to challenge a woman in public, regardless of success or failure. Knowing that he would die, he was still so persistent, which at least proved that Helian Peng really regarded Ye Li as an opponent.

"Ali." Mo Xiuyao frowned slightly. Ye Li's internal strength was far inferior to Helian Peng's. Although he was confident that Ye Li would not be in danger with him around, he could not guarantee that Ye Li would not be injured.

Ye Li shook her head and smiled: "It will be fine."

Ye Li took a few steps forward, and a silver light flashed in his sleeves, and a short blade with a cold glow appeared in his palm. On the opposite side, Helian Peng held a useful long sword in his hand. Just looking at the weapons made people feel that it was extremely difficult for the two to be equal.

Helian Peng was not polite either, he thrust the long sword in his hand and slashed towards Ye Li. Ye Li slightly staggered and moved aside, the white sound approached Helian Peng quickly like a flying bird. In the light mist, people only saw two figures sometimes separated and sometimes joined, and the sound of weapons hitting each other was endless. Ye Li frowned slightly when she fought with Helian Peng. She was absolutely no match for Helian Peng in terms of strength and internal strength. Just now, the short blade and the long sword hit each other several times, and Ye Li felt her right hand numb. At that moment, she no longer fought head-on with Helian Peng, and quickly approached Helian Peng and fought him in close combat. In this way, Helian Peng's long sword lost its place. He tried to distance himself from Ye Li several times but failed. In terms of close combat, there were definitely not many people in the world who could match Ye Li. If he didn't use his internal energy, even Mo Xiuyao wouldn't be able to gain much advantage. In this way, the two were evenly matched for a while.

The two fought for nearly a hundred moves, but neither of them got the upper hand. Helian Peng's eyes darkened, and he used his strong internal force to slap Ye Li with his palm. Ye Li saw the opportunity faster, and drew a sharp blade from her left sleeve, stabbing Helian Peng's abdomen without hesitation, and at the same time, she turned sideways to avoid Helian Peng's palm power. Helian Peng wanted to seriously injure Ye Li, and ignored the dagger that Ye Li was forcing towards him. At the same time as his abdomen hurt, the palm power also hit Ye Li. Although Ye Li turned sideways to avoid it, he still suffered a little internal injury. He turned around and drew back the dagger, and quickly retreated.

As soon as Ye Li pulled out her dagger, Helian Peng realized something was wrong. Ye Li's dagger was specially made to hold a saber, with a blood groove in the middle. Once it stabbed someone, bleeding would not stop. Last time Helian Peng injured his arm, it took him a long time to recover. This time, it was even worse since he injured his abdomen. However, Helian Peng knew that he would have no chance of survival if he fell into Mo Xiuyao's hands this time. As long as he could kill or seriously injure Ye Li, who would care whether he would bleed to death?

Ye Li stepped back a distance and stood still, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her lips. Seeing Helian Peng standing there with a long knife in his hand, blood flowing from his abdomen, Ye Li wiped the blood from her lips and said lightly: "General Helian, I will give in."

Helian Peng sneered and threw his long knife towards Ye Li. Ye Li's eyes flashed, and the short blade in his right hand flashed coldly, passing by Helian Peng like a white rainbow. The two crossed each other for a moment and then separated. Ye Li turned around, and on the other side, Helian Peng had fallen silently, but a thin bloodstain on his throat slowly spread out.

"Peng'er!" Helian Zhen screamed. Although Helian Peng was only his adopted son, he had been brought up by him since he was a child. Moreover, Helian Zhen himself had no children, so there was no difference between Helian Peng and his biological son. In this world, apart from Yelu Ye, the person Helian Zhen valued most was Helian Peng. Seeing him die in Ye Li's hands, he was naturally grief-stricken. He fell on Helian Peng and cried bitterly, then raised his head and glared at Ye Li fiercely.

Ye Li wiped the blood off the dagger and walked back to Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao was relieved to see that her injury was not serious.

As soon as they met, the Northern Rong army lost Helian Peng, the most skilled warrior in the army, which made the already low morale of the Northern Rong army even worse. Yelu Ye looked at the soldiers around him in frustration and smiled helplessly. At this time, the fog around them had gradually dissipated, and the dark pressure of Mohist soldiers was everywhere. In such a situation, let alone rushing out, they were afraid that they would not be able to make any rash moves.

"I have lost, what does Prince Ding want?" Yelu Ye said coldly with his eyes closed.

Mo Xiuyao smiled calmly and said, "General Helian, don't you know what I want?"

Hearing this, Helian Peng's face changed greatly, "Mo Xiuyao! You..." Helian Peng couldn't help but think of the two fires nineteen years ago. One was in Huifeng Valley, where he watched countless Mo family soldiers die in the flames. The other was in Guichou Valley, where both the Mo family army and the Northern Rong were defeated, Mo Xiuyao was seriously injured and almost died, and the Northern Rong was seriously injured and almost collapsed. But now... Mo Xiuyao actually wanted to...

"Prince Ding, the Seventh Prince has admitted defeat!" Helian was so proud that he could not even utter the word "surrender". He could only say that he admitted defeat according to Yelu Ye's meaning.

"So what?" Mo Xiuyao raised his eyebrows and said, "I have waited for this day for nineteen years, just to pay tribute to the Mo family's military spirit in this Huifeng Valley. So... surrender or not, all the Beirong people who set foot in the territory of Da Chu must die!"

How could Yeluye not understand what Mo Xiuyao meant after the conversation between the two? Mo Xiuyao actually wanted to burn all of them to death in Huifeng Valley to avenge the Mo family soldiers who died here more than ten years ago. Yeluye felt a pain in his throat and stepped forward and gritted his teeth and said, "Prince Ding, I have been defeated. I will let you deal with me, whether I live or die. But please let these Northern Rong soldiers go. They are just following orders."

Behind Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyao sneered and said, "Prince Yelu means that those people behind you did not massacre innocent people in my Central Plains?" Yelu Ye was speechless. The blood in the north of Da Chu flowed like a river, and most of them were the lives of ordinary people in Da Chu. As a result, nine out of ten houses in the entire north were empty. In this situation, Yelu Ye could not make excuses no matter what.

Mo Xiuyao smiled coldly and raised his hand and said, "Shoot!"

The Mohist soldiers around them drew their bows and arrows in unison, and arrows rained down like rain.

"Mo Xiuyao, you are going too far!" Helian Zhen shouted fiercely, "Get out!"

Even a trapped beast will fight, let alone a human. Although these Northern Rong soldiers were already exhausted, they had no choice but to fight in the face of life and death. They rushed towards the north with their eyes almost red.

Looking at the movements of the Northern Rong army, Mo Xiuyao's lips curled up into a cold smile. Feng Zhiyao waved the black flag in his hand, and the soldiers of the Mohist army fought back without hesitation, but a gap was left in the northwest direction for the remaining Northern Rong soldiers to pass through.

Mo Xiuyao and the others did not chase after them, but stood there calmly, looking at the direction where the remnant Beirong soldiers were going away.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and suddenly a red light shot up from the northwest, illuminating almost half of the sky in red in a moment. Faint, countless screams and wails came from the northwest, which was almost unbearable to hear.

Ye Li stood beside Mo Xiuyao in silence, and finally closed her eyes reluctantly, and raised her hands to cover Mo Xiaobao's ears. Mo Xiaobao was unwilling to stay still and pulled at Ye Li's hands. Although those screams sounded a little scary to him, he knew that his father was seeking revenge for the Mo family army and his uncle who had died in the past. Children are always naive and cruel, and they only see absolute right and wrong. Since it is right, there is no need to be afraid or even sympathetic.

Feng Zhiyuan silently looked at the red light rising to the sky in the distance. He also participated in the battle more than ten years ago. Although he did not make it to Huifeng Valley that time, when he and Mo Xiuyao arrived, they still saw the tragic situation of the soldiers who died in Huifeng Valley. No, they can't even be called dead in battle, they died in vain.

Like Mo Xiuyao, Feng Zhiyuan has never forgotten for the past 19 years. He thinks that the souls of the Mohist army who died in vain have never rested. Until now, the 200,000-strong Northern Rong army is offering sacrifices to the souls of the Mohist army.

Wish,

May the ancestors rest in peace!