Yan Xun frowned, not looking into Zhao Chun'er's eyes, but turned his head to the side. The lines on the side of his face looked cold and hard in the air.
"Chun'er! Come here!" Zhao Song was furious and shouted loudly.
With a thud, Zhao Chun'er immediately knelt on the ground, crawled forward a few steps, raised her hands high and grabbed Yan Xun's robe, and finally cried loudly, "Brother Xun, don't rebel, Chun'er begs you!"
Zhao Song's eyes were spitting fire and he shouted angrily, "Chun'er, what are you doing?" After that, he rode his horse forward. The soldiers of the Datong Guild stepped forward together, guarding Yan Xun, with their weapons facing outward, and shouted coldly in unison!
"Brother Xun, Chun'er begs you! Father will kill you, he will send someone to kill you!" Zhao Chun'er fell to the ground and cried.
Yan Xun remained indifferent, looking up at the sky, letting his robe be grasped in Zhao Chun'er's hands. Only when the cold wind blew up his black hair and black robe could one see his slightly wrinkled brows on his tough features, like a god in the dark.
At this moment, the sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from the distance, and a golden flame exploded in the sky above the south of the city. Yan Xun and Chu Qiao looked up at the same time with serious expressions.
"The 19th Division is rushing in! Yan Xun, if you don't want others to die with you, surrender quickly!" Zhao Song waved his sword to force back a warrior from the Datong Guild and said sternly.
"Yan Xun, we can't delay any longer."
Yan Xun turned his head and nodded slowly, then reined in his horse and turned around, heading towards the south of the city without hesitation. Zhao Chun'er, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground. Chu Qiao and the black-armored warriors followed Yan Xun and galloped on horseback. From a distance, she turned her head and could still see Zhao Chun'er half-prostrated on the ground crying, and Zhao Song, a young man standing beside her sister, with an upright posture, a long sword in his hand, riding on horseback. The cold wind blew through the corners of his clothes, and even his flying black hair looked so desolate and lonely.
After eight years of living together, it was all just a mirage and turned into nothing.
The moment I followed Yan Xun into Shengjin Palace, today's outcome was already determined. Thirteen, I finally failed to live up to your kindness.
"Gee!" the girl shouted, whipped the horse and galloped away, leaving the eight years of wandering behind her. Her eyes were fixed on the front, and she was determined to follow the black eagle flag in front of her! On Nan'an Street in the south of the city, the mob had already been beaten back. Fang Baiyu, the chief guard of the 19th Division, held a heavy sword in his hand, his body covered in blood, and led the officers and soldiers of the 19th Division to fight bravely, leaving chaos wherever he went.
The scouts on horseback rushed back like the wind, bringing back unfavorable battle reports one after another. Yan Xun sat on his horse, silent, with a calm face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Chu Qiao narrowed her eyes and looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Is it still not enough?"
Yan Xun said in a low voice, and shook his head calmly, "Not yet."
“There are heavy casualties!”
"I know."
Chu Qiao took a deep breath, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Yan Xun, the casualties are too great. The Southwest Town Envoy can't hold on. If we wait any longer, they will be crippled."
"The guard commanders of the 12th and 36th divisions are still outside watching. If we retreat now, they will pounce on us. Then our journey back to Yanbei will never be peaceful. We will be chased by the empire like a stray dog."
"But if this continues, our people will also suffer heavy casualties! Just transporting the wounded and arranging the retreat will put us in a state of chaos."
Yan Xun frowned slightly, then shook his head, "Don't worry, I have my own arrangements."
"Yan Xun..."
"Achu, please leave the city first."
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said in a deep voice: "I won't."
"Ah Chu," the man said softly with a gentle face amid the bloodshed and carnage, "You should leave the city first and go to the Chishui River to arrange the crossing with Ah Jing. He is a careless person and I am worried about him."
"No," Chu Qiao shook her head stubbornly, "I want to be with you."
Yan Xun deliberately put on a stern face and said in a deep voice: "Ah Chu, this is a serious matter, don't act like a child."
"There are swords and sabers flying everywhere, and the 12th and 36th divisions are waiting behind us. How can I leave you alone?"
Yan Xun smiled immediately, "Silly boy, I am not alone. There are still 10,000 soldiers and horses from the Southwest Town Government. You don't have to worry about me."
Chu Qiao retorted in a crisp voice: "The Southwest Town Envoy just defected. Who knows if they will defect again later? How can I trust them?"
"If the Southwest Town Envoy is unreliable, even if you stay, we will not be able to escape death. Ah Chu, trust the people you employ, and don't employ them if you don't trust them. You taught me this."
Chu Qiao looked at Yan Xun suspiciously and asked doubtfully, "Yan Xun, do you really trust them so much?"
"I don't believe in them, I believe in myself."
A huge shout of killing suddenly rang out, and there was another round of fierce attack and counterattack, with arrows emptied and blood all over the sky. The black robe fluttered in the night sky. Yan Xun's eyes were as sharp as stars. He looked calmly at the fighting and blood in front of him and said slowly: "They have no way to retreat except to rely on me. If they fight to the death, they still have a glimmer of hope; if they turn against me, they will become traitors despised by both Yanbei and the empire."
"But," Chu Qiao said reluctantly, "There is too much bloodshed in this battle. I am afraid it will damage your benevolence."
"Renming?" Yan Xun sneered, "My father died on the plateau of Yanbei because Renming was too broad. I will never be like him."
Yan Xun's face seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist in an instant. Chu Qiao was startled, raised her head and looked at him, whispering: "Yan Xun?"
Yan Xun lowered his head and looked at Chu Qiao with a smile. He opened his arms on horseback and hugged the girl's thin shoulders. "Ah Chu, believe me, wait for me by the Chishui River. We will leave together."
A strong wind blew, and Chu Qiao suddenly felt a little cold. She stretched out her hands and hugged the man's waist tightly, her voice filled with a few unconcealed sobs.
"Yan Xun, if anything happens to you, I will definitely avenge you."
The whistling sound of the wind blew through the dark streets, and the shouting and killing sounds in the distance seemed so far away for a moment. The young King Yanbei had a face as white as jade and flying black hair. He lifted the girl's chin with one hand, a faint smile on his lips, and when their eyes met, there was an indelible affection. We have been together for eight years, trusting each other with our lives, and we are friends for life and death. Our deep friendship is engraved in our bones.
Yan Xun's eyes were like deep pools of water, and he whispered, "Achu, I have never said these words to you before. I will only say these words once, and you must listen carefully. I want to thank you, thank you for accompanying me in hell for so many years, thank you for not abandoning me during the darkest days of my life, and thank you for always standing by my side. Without you, Yan Xun would be nothing, and would have died on a snowy night eight years ago. Achu, I will never say these words again, and I will spend my whole life to make up for it. There are some things that we don't need to say to each other, and we should understand each other. Achu is mine, Yan Xun, and mine alone. I will protect you and take you away. I held your hand eight years ago and never planned to let go."
Chu Qiao slowly closed her eyes. The night wind was like the rustling sound of silkworms. Her heart was like a mulberry leaf, being pecked gently bit by bit.
Yanbei, Fire Thunder Plain, Huihui Mountain...
"Yan Xun, I have never had a hometown. It is because of you that I regard your hometown as my own."
The man took a deep breath, then slowly tightened his arms. There was a vast expanse of lake water in his heart, warm as spring. "Achu, trust me."
The man sighed softly. He didn't tell her to believe him, but Ah Chu understood that she was telling herself in her heart, believe me, of course I believe me, who else can I believe if not him? They only have each other in this world.
"Achu, there is something I have wanted to do for a long time."
The girl's cheeks were white, and under the reflection of the sky-high fire, they were actually a little red. She raised her head and smiled gently, "Then what are you waiting for?"
"Haha!" The young king laughed heartily, then lowered his head and gently pressed his lips against the girl's beautiful lips.
At that moment, Chu Qiao closed her eyes and let her thoughts fall into the endless abyss. The memories of the past eight years rolled over and over in her heart. In the distance, shouts of killing shook the sky, and nearby, swords and weapons were raging. The entire Zhenhuang Imperial City was trembling and howling under their feet, making the cries of a dying beast. The magnificent Shengjin Palace was engulfed in flames, and the vast golden building was burned to the ground. The corrupt empire's elders, aristocratic families and nobles rubbed their eyes in disbelief, unable to believe what they saw.
Eight years ago, no one would have believed that those two children who had nothing and were as humble as dirt would one day have such courage and strength.
Eight years later, no one would doubt all this anymore. The young tiger had grown up. It was glaring with its sharp claws, tearing apart the walls of the imperial capital, ready to break out of this turbid world.
"Achu, wait for me!"
"Well," Chu Qiao let go of her hands and smiled like a flower, "Let the horse go to Yanbei, step on the snow and go back. Yan Xun, I'll wait for you!"
A strong wind was howling, and the girl gave a light shout, then, under the protection of a group of guards, rode her horse towards the northwest city gate!
Yan Xun sat on the horse, watching Chu Qiao's figure gradually disappear into the night. Under the night sky, his figure was like a straight tree on the plateau, without any trace of bending. "History will not remember the details, it will only remember the results, and this result is filled by the victor."
"Prince! The 12th Division can't sit still anymore, and the 36th Division also has signs of troop movements!"
The scouts came galloping over. Yan Xun nodded and whispered to himself, "It's time."
A bright light flashed across the night sky, the dazzling fireworks were brilliant and the azure light dazzled everyone's eyes.
In the desolate wilderness, a group of people were marching quickly. When they saw the fireworks, they all stopped.
"The full-scale counterattack has begun." Chu Qiao's face was firm and she said in a deep voice, Yan Xun, take care.
"drive!"
The wind was blowing fiercely and on the plain covered with lush green grass, the girl took the lead and rushed towards the bank of the Chishui River. On the high tower, the man had a tough look on his face and raised a toast. "Warriors! The honor of Yanbei depends on you. The lives and deaths of thousands of people on the Yanbei Plateau depend on our army's battle today. Yan Xun is here, waiting for your triumphant return!"
Tens of thousands of soldiers raised their arms and shouted at the same time: "Long live His Highness! Yanbei will not perish!"
"Yanbei will not perish!"
The deafening sound echoed throughout the empire, and even the Shengjin Palace, which was surrounded by troops, trembled in fear at the shouting. Yan Xun drew out his sword and shouted loudly from the high building in Lengye: "The Yanbei military eagles should soar over the rivers and mountains, unrestrained by golden armor. Soldiers of Yanbei, use your swords to tell the cowards in the imperial capital what the Yanbei military spirit is!"