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Fu Ya was captured by Duanmu Anguo but not killed. Feng Yuheng had almost guessed the final outcome, but he didn't expect it to happen so soon. ..
Duanmu Anguo would be a fool if he didn't take advantage of Fu Ya, who looked so much like her. Feng Yuheng always thought that Fu Ya's matter was a failure of the plan, and it was also where she felt that the family was wronged.
Unfortunately, things have come to this point. She didn't have the ability to take care of the Fu family at the beginning, and there is still no way now. She hopes that Duanmu Anguo feels that the family is still useful to him alive, so that she can buy some time for rescue.
Feng Yuheng and Ban Zou were riding horses towards the south gate of Guanzhou City at this moment. She had to go over and take a look. The news of her capture had spread among the people of Bian'an Town, and would definitely spread to Qian Li's camp. Although she didn't think that Qian Li, as the deputy general, would rush into the Northern Boundary with a large army to rescue her, there were soldiers from the Shenji Camp in the army. Those soldiers were selected one by one from 30,000 people by her, and she promoted and taught them personally. What she was afraid of was that the Shenji Camp would be impulsive. If she was really captured, it would be fine. Now it was clearly Duanmu Anguo who had cheated. If the soldiers really went to rescue her, they would definitely fall into Duanmu Anguo's trap. She must not let this happen.
The two urged their horses faster and faster, and rushed southwards across the vast snowy plains like an arrow. It was said that these two horses were bred from stallions that had been mixed for a thousand weeks. Not only were they more cold-resistant, but their physique and speed were also incomparable to ordinary horses. The horse seller asked for a high price, three hundred taels of silver per horse, and Ban Zou was so angry that he almost killed someone to take the horses. Feng Yuheng felt that it was not a loss, as long as she could get to her destination as soon as possible, she could afford this little money.
Neither of them spoke a word, but they just kept whipping their horses to urge them on. Even so, they still rode for a whole day, until the next morning, when they finally saw the shadowy Guanzhou city gate ahead in the snow and fog.
Feng Yuheng reined in the horse and finally stopped temporarily. She said to Ban Zou, "I remembered something. The woman went back to the North Border by herself. I don't know which road she took. But I saw that the direction was definitely not towards the South Gate."
Ban Zou nodded, "It's heading west."
"Do you think...will something happen?" She was a little worried. No matter what the purpose of the Lotus King approaching her was, at least he hadn't done anything to endanger her life so far. What's more... "This person is so beautiful that I have to worry about her! I can't let her go."
Ban Zou gritted his teeth in anger: "You can't even protect yourself, why do you care about others?"
Feng Yuheng shook her head, "It's not that serious yet. No matter what, I can still protect myself." She thought for a moment and added, "Especially when none of you are by my side, my ability to protect myself will be even stronger."
Ban Zou suddenly realized that his master had something else to say, and he couldn't help but frowned and asked warily: "What are you going to do now?"
"Let's go!" Feng Yuheng turned to look at him, "Why don't you go west to meet him? At least you can keep an eye out for any signs of fighting or murder along the way. I can't send her off in person, I have to know if she's safe."
Ban Zou was speechless, "Don't you hate the Qianzhou people? The Qianzhou royal family chopped off one of the young master's fingers, but you didn't chop off the Lotus King, and you're still worried about her?"
Feng Yuheng shook his head, "Let's put it this way." After thinking about it again, he felt that this statement was not very convincing, so he simply told the truth: "I just think she is pretty, right? Banzou, you are not a child anymore, the issue of a wife..."
"I'll go find her." Ban Zou didn't want to listen to this damn girl anymore. He turned his horse's head and rushed to the west as if escaping.
Damn it! Is his master crazy? Does he have such a strong taste? He can accept anyone? He can't even tell male from female?
Feng Yuheng watched Ban Zou's back for a while, and she regretted not caring about such trivial matters. Just like Ban Zou said, the Qianzhou royal family had a deep hatred for her, and it would be better if King Lian died, so why did she do this?
However, it was too late to call people back. Ban Zou looked unhappy and left faster than anyone else. Feng Yuheng shook her head helplessly and rode forward for a while. However, this time it was very hard to walk. She couldn't explain why. She always felt that there was an emotion in her heart that kept rising and falling, as if something was pulling her forward, making her suddenly have a lot of expectations for the future. This expectation was not the original tension and anxiety about the Dashun soldiers' impulsive rescue, but a sudden joy.
It was not until the southern gate of Guanzhou City had broken through the morning mist and was clearly visible that Feng Yuheng finally understood where this expectation came from.
Just opposite the South Gate, at a distance of fifty steps, tens of thousands of Dashun soldiers were fully equipped, with twelve chariots and twelve shield arrays. The soldiers of the Shenji Camp stood on the shield array, each with a bow and arrow, with the arrows pointed directly at the top of the Guanzhou city wall. On the top of the city wall, facing the Dashun soldiers was Duanmu Anguo's eldest son, Duanmu Cong, and countless Northern Border Army generals.
However, all this could not attract Feng Yuheng's attention. In her eyes and heart, there was only one figure at this moment, wearing a purple battle robe, a golden mask, and riding a red horse. The north wind whistled in, blowing up his cloak behind him. He stood there like a god of war, and no one could shake him.
He crossed his arms in front of him, looked upward, and stared straight at Duanmu Cong. He did not look panicked or nervous, as if this was not a war or siege, but just an ordinary meal and drink. He looked like he had almost asked someone to set the table for food in front of him.
Feng Yuheng's heart was pounding. Why was he here?
On the other hand, Duanmu Cong on the city wall was not so relaxed. He was the oldest son of Duanmu Anguo, and his energy and physical strength were not on the same level as Xuan Tianming. Moreover, he was a Han Chinese, and he did not have any northern blood in his body. Although he was also born strong, he was far inferior to the people born and raised in the north.
To Duanmu Cong, Xuan Tianming was a legendary being. There were many legends about the Ninth Prince of the Great Shun War God. He had heard too many of them over the years and had been eager to compete with him. But now that they were really facing each other, just the glance made him feel like he was willing to lose.
Duanmu Cong calmed himself, took a deep breath, and tried hard to adjust his mental state to a peak. Then he gathered his energy and said loudly: "Xuan Tianming! The wall of my Guanzhou city is ten feet high and five feet thick. Even the city gate is made of bronze. I want to see if you have what it takes to break my Guanzhou!"
He had not expected to scare the other party after he said those harsh words, but he still could not stand Xuan Tianming's nonchalant look, as if he had said the funniest joke in the world, which only earned him a scornful smile from the other party, and the morale of the army was not shaken at all.
Duanmu Cong was unwilling to give up, and could not help but shout again: "Xuan Tianming, even if your tens of thousands of troops can break through this city gate, the soldiers of the Northern Territory will fight you to the end, and the 100,000 people in Guanzhou City are also waiting for your arrival. If you have the ability, you can massacre this Guanzhou City. I, Duanmu Cong, want to see what qualifications a general who doesn't even care about the lives of the people has to win the hearts of the people!"
Phew!
Xuan Tianming was simply amused by what he said, but this kind of laughter contained more contempt. The good thing was that he was finally willing to open his mouth and have a conversation with Duanmu Cong. The bad thing was that what Xuan Tianming said almost made Duanmu Cong fall headfirst from the top of the city wall in anger.
He said - "Massacre the city? Massacre the city if I want to. This king has never been a kind person. You are talking to me about the people's hearts? What a joke! You are talking to me about the suffering of the people? What does it matter if I, Xuan Tianming, can't get it? If the people of the three provinces in the Northern Realm have the same heart and wear the same pants as your Duanmu family, I really can't support them, so I might as well massacre them." As he spoke, he raised his head again, and the innate arrogance was once again revealed at this moment - "Let me tell you, the entire Northern Realm, all Even if all the people were tied together, they would not be as valuable as my wife. Even if all the people in the world were standing together, my wife would not be able to attract my attention. Duanmu Cong, this is my attitude. You said that the Northern Border had captured my wife, right? Listen carefully. If that dead girl loses a hair, I will dig up your Duanmu family’s ancestral graves, dig out every coffin, whip the corpse and dry the bones, and then stuff the freshly captured ones into the coffins. It’s waste recycling, and we can’t waste those coffins. What do you think, is it okay?”
Duanmu Qing was so angry that he almost vomited blood. However, before Xuan Tianming could finish his words, he heard that irritating voice again - "A mere Northern Realm, not even as good as Qian Zhou, and you still want to fight me? Come on!" He shouted and raised his right hand high: "Prepare to attack the city!"
At the command, two teams of soldiers in the rear immediately joined forces to hold a heavy wooden stake and march forward, approaching the Guanzhou city gate step by step. Their steps were in unison and full of force, causing the icy ground to crack.
Duanmu Cong was not intimidated by the situation. He took the opportunity to shout, "Archers! Get ready!"
"Hahaha!" Xuan Tianming laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, arrogant and domineering. When he finally laughed enough, he raised his hand and shouted: "Godshooter, show that thing on the wall what an archer is!"
The five hundred archers of the Shenji Camp all followed Xuan Tianming out, and at his call, ten of them immediately drove their chariots forward, aiming their bows at the top of the city wall.
Xuan Tianming reminded them: "Just scare them a little, don't shoot them all to death, that would be no fun."
Ten sharpshooters nodded, and in an instant, ten strings rang out, and each of them shot two arrows. Twenty arrows whistled away with the hissing of the air! From bottom to top, they broke through the wind and snow. Even if the soldiers on the city wall dodged in a hurry, they still couldn't avoid the tracking arrows that seemed to have eyes.
The arrows never missed their targets. In the blink of an eye, all twenty people around Duanmu Qing fell to the ground and died. The closest one was only half a step away from him.
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