Chapter 1156 I am the God!
A cloud of dust drifted from south to north, like a divine handwriting, once again leaving a bold and vivid mark on this land already stained with blood.
Yuwen Ye led more than ten light cavalrymen and galloped towards Niukouzhu.
Shang Ruyi was still in his arms, riding with him on horseback. In fact, just now, after learning where Xiao Yuansui had gone, he had tried to ask Shen Tu Tai to escort her back to Hulao Pass, but she refused as soon as he opened his mouth. Yuwen Ye also understood that Shang Ruyi had to personally participate in the outcome of this battle, and even the fate of Xiao Yuansui.
So he took her with him, and the group rode their horses at full speed for more than ten miles before finally seeing the turbulent Yellow River ahead.
There was also a patch of reeds, swaying in the wind.
This reed thicket stretches for almost ten miles along the riverbank, as if someone had embroidered a fluffy velvet border on the Yellow River. Within it, a piece of land gradually extends towards the center of the river, forming a spindle-shaped islet. Because of the unique terrain, the sound of the wind and the waves intertwine like the roar of a bull, hence it is called Niukou Islet (Bull Mouth Islet).
At that moment, a gap was forcibly trampled into the reeds, and the reed flowers scattered everywhere, fluttering in the air and drifting far away with the wind before gently falling back down, like falling snow, dazzling the eyes.
Amidst the swirling catkins, Xiao Yuansui spurred his horse on with all his might.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, he had no choice but to turn his horse around and leave the battlefield. At first, he was accompanied by dozens of personal guards, but the further he went, the clearer it became that the 100,000-strong army had completely surrendered, abandoning their armor and weapons, with no possibility of counterattack. As a result, his followers also fled one by one. When he was almost at Niukouzhu, he was left alone on horseback.
And the green silk in her arms.
Throughout the journey, she neither struggled nor tried to escape. She simply sat quietly on the horse's back, letting him wildly whip the horse and gallop at full speed. Several times, he nearly threw her off the horse, but she managed to keep her balance. Xiao Yuansui also subconsciously reached out and grabbed her.
It was as if I was clinging to the last bit of life...
But just as they ran through the reeds and were about to step onto Niukouzhu, a soft whistle suddenly came from behind them!
That was the sound of arrows flying, which Xiao Yuansui knew all too well. He tensed up immediately and was about to turn around subconsciously when a cold light grazed his cheek and flew past with a whoosh.
An arrow was planted in the ground several feet in front of them, until it was featherless.
Xiao Yuansui froze completely.
His arm stiffened, and he pulled on the reins. His warhorse neighed and stopped. He slowly turned his head and saw Yuwen Ye standing on his horse, holding Shang Ruyi in his arms, in the reeds behind him. The huge bow in his hand was still trembling slightly and making a buzzing sound.
He was horrified that, after such a fierce battle, Yuwen Ye, despite being injured, was still able to shoot such a powerful arrow!
But this was also the last arrow shot by the Divine Arm Bow.
The next moment, with a "crack", the legendary bow broke in Yuwen Ye's hands!
"ah!"
This time, Shang Ruyi couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, staring in disbelief at the broken Divine Arm Bow in Yuwen Ye's hand, her eyes filled with regret: "The Divine Arm Bow..."
Yuwen Ye's face, however, lacked warmth.
Only when the arrow broke in two and fell, leaving only a piece of bowstring cutting his hand painfully, did he sigh deeply: "A general must eventually die on the battlefield. At least, it died in battle."
This bow, ever since Wang Shaoji gave it to him, had accompanied him in countless battles, defeating numerous enemies and creating countless legends. But in this battle, he fought with all his might, even using the bow as a long weapon. When he captured Xiao Yuansui's central command tent, he already felt that the several knife marks on the bow were enough to destroy it. Rather than leaving it unused, letting the warrior idle and the hero fall from grace, he decided to deliver one last blow!
This attack also cut off Xiao Yuansui's path.
His men were faintly visible among the surrounding reeds, clearly taking the opportunity to surround the reeds and leave Xiao Yuansui with nowhere to go. He listened to the sound of hooves all around him until the sound completely surrounded him before finally stopping.
Then, Shen Tu Tai rode out quietly from the reeds. Behind him was Shan Tong'er, who had just glanced at him amidst the army but had not shouted loudly.
At this moment, both of them remained silent, as if they had nothing left to say.
It was Xiao Yuansui who spoke first. He watched with a cold smile as Yuwen Ye threw away the shattered bow. He had already used the last of his swords, the Mo Dao, to save Shang Ruyi. Now, he had no weapon at all.
Xiao Yuansui said, "What, are you planning to use words as weapons?"
Yuwen Ye said, "We do have this plan."
"..."
"But I still hope that you can be pragmatic and act wisely, so that we don't have to waste our breath."
"..."
Xiao Yuansui narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes, which had always been bright and piercing like dazzling pearls, were now bloodshot and looked strangely dim. He sneered again: "A wise man knows when to yield. You hope that I will know when to yield, and become a mark on your record as the Prince of Qin, a victory that will go down in history?"
Yuwen Ye said, "This is not your choice; I have already won."
Xiao Yuansui gritted his teeth, his eyes turning even redder: "You really think I lost to you?"
At this moment, he inevitably recalled that night, when Yuwen Ye had fallen into his trap, was injured after sneaking into the enemy camp, and was even chased all the way to the banks of the Yellow River by him and his personal guards... Yes, just like the situation now.
At that time, he was almost certain of victory.
If he had just a little more time, even if nothing unexpected happened, he would have already killed his nemesis, and perhaps in the future, he could have achieved his lifelong ambition!
But on that very night, when he had the upper hand, Shan Tong'er suddenly appeared with more than a dozen monks.
A man who shouldn't have come back to save Yuwen Ye, and a group of monks who shouldn't have participated in the war.
Their appearance was as if fate had plucked the strings of destiny at that moment, playing a lament for him. After that, he began to doubt, to doubt whether heaven was no longer as kind to him as before, to doubt whether Yuwen Ye was truly fulfilling some kind of destiny, and even more doubt—
Phoenixes sing on the side of Xiaoshan Mountain.
The important thing is not Xiaoshan, but Fengming...
Xiao Yuansui gripped the reins tighter and tighter. The rough rope's barbs almost pierced his fingers and palms, but the subtle pain didn't bother him; instead, it gave him a strange sense of pleasure.
No, he didn't lose, nor did he lose to Yuwen Ye, but rather—
Just then, Yuwen Ye spoke up, coldly asking, "Then who do you think you lost to?"
"..."
"Is it the right timing? The right location? Or the right people?"
"...!"
Xiao Yuansui's eyes flashed, and he was about to say something, but before he could speak, Yuwen Ye said in a deep voice, "If you think you lost because of people—" At this point, he glanced at Shen Tu Tai and Shan Tong'er beside him. Both of them were silent, and Shan Tong'er's face was especially pale. Even though he had betrayed Wanggang Village for a long time, Yuwen Ye knew his character. He still had sympathy and pity for the brothers who had fought alongside him, and this was precisely why Yuwen Ye valued him so much.
Unfortunately, Xiao Yuansui didn't understand... He never understood, which is why Wanggang Village, once a thriving place, eventually fell apart.
People like Shen Tu Tai and Shan Tong'er were also used by him.
Even the beauty in his arms.
Xiao Yuansui's failure was never due to the defeat of a single battle or the miscalculation of a single strategy. Rather, it was because he embarked on a path of no return from the moment he joined the Zuo family's rebellion. Along the way, he constantly betrayed and abandoned others. Even with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of followers, he was now all alone. Even the person who cared for him the most and had given him almost his entire heart and soul had turned his back on him.
Yuwen Ye said, "I am the embodiment of humanity!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuansui's aura immediately turned somber.
Yuwen Ye continued, "If you believe you lost because of the ground—"
As he spoke, everyone involuntarily glanced around. Not far ahead lay Hulao Pass, which he had defended for so long, and the Sishui River, which stretched across its front. At this moment, the setting sun cast its golden rays upon the river, reflecting a dazzling, shimmering light.
By taking advantage of this river and the arrogance of his 100,000-strong army, he was able to successfully break through the enemy's defenses.
And this vast and boundless land, where Xiao Yuansui has deployed 100,000 troops in battle formation, looks truly majestic and imposing. Ordinary people would probably be terrified and flee at the mere sight of it. But it is precisely this terrain that gives Yuwen Ye's last trump card—the Xuanjia Army—the best opportunity to make its appearance.
Yuwen Ye said, "I am the advantage of location!"
Xiao Yuansui clenched his teeth tightly. Even though the two sides were still some distance apart, even though the turbid waves of the Yellow River were rolling ahead, even though the wind was howling, they seemed to hear the sound of his teeth clenching and his heavy, beast-like low breathing.
Yuwen Ye said, "If you believe that you lost because of fate..."
Xiao Yuansui asked, "How is it?"
Under the setting sun, the fiery sunlight made everyone's faces glow red, including Yuwen Ye's fiery warhorse, which looked as if it were engulfed in flames. Yuwen Ye, amidst the flames, wore a suit of gleaming armor that was further gilded by the sunset, radiating a dazzling light that made people afraid to look directly at him.
He said, word by word, "I am the heavens!"
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