When Yuan Nanyu led the vanguard troops and rushed to the Chu army camp, he could see flames rising from the camp from afar, and the enemy was scrambling to put out the fire like headless flies.
In order to prevent any fraud, Yuan Nanyu sent a small group of elite soldiers to explore the way ahead, although the scene did not seem to be fake at all.
After confirming that the Chu army's granary was on fire, he gave an order and led his army to charge into the enemy camp. All the failures, humiliations, and tortures he had suffered turned into a flame of revenge that burned hotter than the fire in the distance.
Yuan Nanyu charged into the battle formation, hacked at the Chu army, and shouted wildly: "Find Master Yan, capture Chen Yi alive, reward him with a thousand gold coins, and make him a marquis of ten thousand households——"
"The general has issued an order. Anyone who finds Master Yan and captures Chen Yi alive will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins and be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"
"A reward for a title of nobility! A reward for a title of nobility! A reward for a title of nobility!"
The soldiers' blood is boiling and their morale is high. The glory and wealth for generations are right before their eyes. If they don't fight hard now, when will they fight?
General Feng rushed into the Chu army camp like wolves and tigers, chopping down anyone he saw and burning any tent he saw, while frantically searching for Yan Sikong and the King of Chu.
The Chu army's food and grass were burned, and their morale was already low. Now seeing the ferocious Feng family army swarming in, they were all blood-thirsty and had no will to fight anymore. They were immediately disorganized and fled in all directions.
"Has anyone found Master Yan?" Yuan Nanyu searched anxiously.
At this time, a scout came to report: "General, Chen Yi has escaped!"
"Chase!" Yuan Nanyu thought, if Chen Yi escapes, he will definitely take Yan Sikong with him. He gave an order and was the first to ride out of the camp. He saw Chen Yi leading his troops to be defeated from a distance. His eyes were cold and filled with hatred.
The Feng family army chased for several miles, killing or capturing countless Chu soldiers. Seeing the distance getting closer and closer, Yuan Nanyu looked all the way and did not see Yan Sikong's familiar back, but he clearly saw the commander-in-chief, and he shouted: "Bow!"
The subordinates immediately handed over the bow and arrow. Yuan Nanyu clamped his legs around the horse's belly, rose up from the upper body of the galloping warhorse, and kept his lower body steady. He held the bow in one hand and pulled the full-moon string with the other, aiming at the fleeing commander in the chaos.
With a "whoosh" sound, the flying arrow streaked across the pale blue sky of Buddha's dawn like a meteor and hit Chen Yu's shoulder.
Chen Yu groaned in pain, and his body tilted uncontrollably to the side where the arrow hit him. He instantly slid into the horse's belly and was about to fall off the horse and be killed by the horse's hooves. At the critical moment, he grabbed the reins with one hand and quickly wrapped them around his arm. At the same time, he hooked the back of his foot tightly on the saddle's rope, and his shoulder brushed against the flying dust, escaping death.
"King of Chu!"
Chen Yu gritted his teeth, pulled his arms, twisted his waist, and pulled himself back onto the horse. He looked back, his eyes piercing through the thousands of troops, and at a glance he saw the general in military uniform, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.
Yuan Nanyu also looked at Chen Yu.
The two men stared at each other amidst the thousands of troops, with smoke rising in the air.
At this moment, a loud shout came from the southeast, and a cavalry team suddenly appeared in front of them, with a big "Ning" word embroidered on each of their flags.
"Oh no! It's Prince Ning's reinforcements!"
Yuan Nanyu was anxious and angry when he saw the reinforcements. He was about to catch up with Chen Yu. Could he just let him escape? Where was Yan Sikong? Where was his second brother!
Prince Ning's reinforcements were coming with great momentum and headed straight for Yuan Nanyu. The two armies encountered each other and engaged in close combat. The sounds of shouting, fighting, screaming, and horses roaring were heard everywhere and awakened the light above the clouds. When the first ray of sunlight shone on the earth, the color of blood was the most vivid color between heaven and earth.
Yuan Nanyu saw that his troops were outnumbered. They had been dispatched in a hurry, and the main army was much slower in both organization and marching, and was lagging behind. Even if he was eager to win, he did not dare to be so foolish and brave. He had no choice but to order a retreat and pursue after he joined the main army.
Prince Ning's army chased them for a while, but it was obvious that they had no intention of continuing the battle, so they withdrew.
When Yuan Nanyu returned to the Chu army camp, Feng Ye and his generals arrived, accompanied by Feng Hun. When he saw Yuan Nanyu, he asked anxiously, "Where is Yan Sikong?"
Yuan Nanyu said unwillingly: "We didn't find him in the camp, so I went to chase Chen Yi, but Prince Ning's reinforcements arrived and we were defeated, so we had to retreat."
"He must have been taken away by Chen Yi!" Feng Ye shouted, "Qian Cunxi, you lead 40,000 troops to clean up Prince Ning's camp. Wang Shen, lead 30,000 troops to attack the Eastern Route Royalist Army. Que Wang, follow me to chase Chen Yi!"
Everyone said in unison: "Yes!"
Several armies were divided into groups and marched out. Suddenly, a messenger came on horseback and said, "Wolf King, Wolf King, there is news about Master Yan!"
Feng Ye's eyes widened: "Where is he?!"
A man with a face covered in charcoal dust ran over and knelt down in front of Feng Ye with a thump: "My name is Qu Yan. I have met His Highness the Wolf King and General Que."
Yuan Nanyu barely recognized Qu Yan from the dark face and found that he was the one they had planted in the Chu army. He asked anxiously, "Where is Taifu Yan? Did you set the fire?"
Qu Yan fell to the ground, crying, "The fire was set by Master Yan. Master Yan...he..."
Feng Ye's eyes widened, his heart seemed to be clenched by invisible hands, he growled: "What happened to him!"
"He, he was burned along with the granary."
Feng Ye and Yuan Nanyu both froze.
Those words sounded like something from outer space, not from the human world at all.
Yan Sikong, buried in a sea of fire?
What does this mean?
Yuan Nanyu was the first to come to his senses and was furious: "You are talking nonsense!"
"I...I don't dare..." Qu Yan trembled, "Master Yan...he walked into the burning granary by himself..."
Feng Ye whipped Qu Yan on the mouth with a horsewhip. He stared at Qu Yan from above, with a murderous look in his eyes: "You are lying."
This person is a traitor. How can we trust the words of a traitor?
He doesn't believe it, he won't believe it.
Feng Ye grabbed his horse's belly and rushed into the devastated Chu army camp, heading straight for the granary, with Feng Hun following closely behind.
"Wolf King!"
The servant had no choice but to follow Feng Ye inside.
Yuan Nanyu jumped off his horse, picked up Qu Yan from the ground, and shouted, "You are talking nonsense. Why would he walk into a burning granary?"
Qu Yan's mouth was covered in blood after being beaten. He managed to say, "I wanted to take Master Yan away, but he refused to leave. He said he was afraid the fire wouldn't burn out. So he just walked in."
Yuan Nanyu only felt a white blur in front of his eyes, and he had no strength left in his body. He let go of Qu Yan and murmured, "Impossible, my second brother is so smart. He, he said, he said he has a way out. Impossible..."
The drunken red iron hooves trampled over the charred earth, scarlet blood, and mutilated corpses, passing through these hellish scenes and bringing Feng Ye to the granary that had been burned beyond recognition.
Feng Ye stared blankly at the mess before him.
How could he have time in such a dilapidated place?
He didn't believe that Yan Sikong was the most cunning person in the world. He was either captured by Chen Yu or escaped during the chaos.
Feng Ye suppressed his great fear and ordered, "Someone come, someone come." His voice was shaking.
"Wolf King..."
"Put out the fire! Dig this place upside down!"
"yes!"
The soldiers fetched water and threw sand to put out the remaining fire on the granary, and then began to dig. Feng Hun jumped onto the ruins and kept sniffing.
Yuan Nanyu walked up to Feng Ye in a daze, his eyes were empty and his face was mixed with blood, it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or tears.
Before he could speak, Feng Ye said firmly: "He won't die. He is waiting for me to save him."
His Kong'er would not treat him like this. They have already defeated all their enemies. There is no resistance in the world anymore. They are still young and can start over.
He won't die.
Not long after, the soldiers dug out the first body. Feng Ye jumped off his horse and almost fell to the ground. He pushed away the person who wanted to support him and ran over. Although the man was burned beyond recognition, he was fat and sturdy, and was definitely not Yan Sikong.
Feng Ye gritted his teeth, his eyes red: "Go on, dig!"
Yuan Nanyu shuddered: "My second brother said that if I regained my memory one day, I must write down every detail of our relationship. He said... he would not go to the enemy camp alone without any preparation. Did he, already have plans..."
"Shut up." Feng Ye said coldly.
"Qu Yan said that he walked into the fire on his own. He refused to escape, so he walked in on his own..."
"Shut up!" Feng Ye roared, his eyes almost popping out of blood.
At this time, another body was dug out. Feng Ye ran over and saw that the man was short and did not look like Yan Sikong. His heart felt like it was falling from the sky and was about to be smashed to pieces, but was caught alive.
Feng Ye clenched his fists so tightly that his nails even dug into his flesh.
Yan Sikong, where are you? You wouldn't be here. You wouldn't treat me like this.
The soldiers dug from early morning until high in the sun, and dug out seven or eight charred corpses. Some of them could not be recognized, but their bodies were different in size. Some of them could still be seen, but none of them was Yan Sikong.
Only after the burnt granary was completely turned over did they clear out the last horribly burned corpse.
Feng Hun suddenly ran over excitedly and roared at the corpse.
Feng Ye's mind went blank. His legs were so weak that he could hardly support his body. He barely lifted his feet and walked forward step by step. The flat road of only a few feet seemed like a sea of fire and swords in his eyes.
He finally walked up to the body.
The body was completely charred, and even the clothes were hard to identify. He was tall and thin, with a slender figure, and looked very similar to Yan Sikong...
Feng Hun kept yelling at the corpse, even stepped on it and used his nose to nudge the hands that were curled up like chicken claws.
Feng Ye felt as if fear was clinging to his body like a fierce ghost, climbing up his spine and completely immersing himself in his body. He looked at Feng Hun and said almost pleadingly, "Hun'er, he is not Yan Sikong. Tell me, he is not... not Yan Sikong."
Feng Hun opened his mouth and bit the corpse's hand, tearing it apart with all his might, tearing off the skin and flesh.
Even the soldiers who were accustomed to bloody scenes were trembling with fear at this horrific scene.
Feng Hun bit off the charred finger bone with force and pulled out a black thing from his hand. He spat out the flesh and bones in his hand, and the black thing naturally stretched out, revealing to be a piece of bright red cloth. Only a small piece on the palm was intact.
Feng Ye stared at the cloth in a daze, and suddenly, he recognized a familiar embroidery stitch.
His knees gave way and he fell to the ground.
Everyone knelt on the ground one after another, and Yuan Nanyu burst into tears, unable to control himself due to the pain.
The whole sky collapsed in front of Feng Ye.
He stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed the small piece of red cloth. His internal organs felt as if they were being stabbed by a sharp knife and tears flowed down his face.
This is a wolf totem embroidered with gold silk patterns using Su brocade, a material used for offerings. It is the only one of its kind in the world and it was the veil he had personally used to cover Yan Si’s head...
Yan Sikong, always carry it with you, always carry it with you...
Feng Ye looked at the corpse that was no longer in human form and suddenly let out a mournful roar. The sound filled with pain and despair penetrated the heavens and earth, shaking the mountains and rivers.
Feng Ye's heart was as sharp as a knife, his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and for a moment he couldn't even tell whether he was alive or dead. He felt a sweetness in his throat and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Wolf King——"
The Wolf King, who already owned the world and seemed to be able to hold up the sky and drive the sea, clutched the small piece of cloth tightly and fainted.