"Yanbei Military Soul!"
The soldiers' blood was completely ignited. They turned over, jumped onto their horses, turned around and killed the enemy that was several times their number, and launched a brutal street fight in the streets and alleys. The officers and soldiers of the Southwestern Town Government, which had always been known for its cowardice, went all out. Like a group of ferocious lions, they roared in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital and stabbed their sharp swords into the heart of the enemy.
"Young Master," Xi Rui and Bian Cang from the Datong Guild walked up to the tower in armor and said in a deep voice, "The Southwest Town Envoy has fought his way out. The 12th, 19th, and 36th Divisions have suffered heavy losses. Can we leave the city now?"
"No," Yan Xun shook his head, "It's not enough."
Xi Rui and Bian Cang looked at each other and saw a hint of worry in each other's eyes. According to the plan, they should have retreated at this time. The young master was so persistent. Could it be that he was blinded by hatred and lost his composure?
"The Empire's elite troops are still here. We cannot evacuate."
"Elite?" Bian Cang asked in confusion, "I don't understand. The officers of the Cavalry Battalion and the Green Battalion are gone. The Southwest Town Government has defected to our side. The 12th, 19th, and 36th Divisions have suffered heavy casualties. Our army has won a great victory."
"So what if the officers are not here? Daxia can send a regiment of officers at any time."
"What does your highness mean?"
Yan Xun raised his eyebrows and his eyes were cold. Surrounded by dozens of torches, Yan Xun stood on a high city wall, wearing a white cloak over a dark robe. The snow-white cloak fluttered in the wind in the morning light, and it was embroidered with a war eagle with spread wings.
"If you don't remove the roots, they will grow again in the spring breeze. Tell all the warriors of the Datong Guild to follow me to the Shangwu Hall in the imperial capital. I want the Great Xia Dynasty to have no generals for three years and no commanders for ten years!"
Xi Rui and Bian Cang were stunned for a moment, looking at the man in the fluttering black robe. Endless murderous aura wailed out from this usually gentle and calm man. The strong smell of blood and murderous aura was like a surging flood, violently covering the entire imperial capital.
The massive killing has just begun at this moment. The moment of destruction of the Zhenhuang Imperial Capital was opened in the hands of this man. The blade of destruction cut through the dark night sharply and made a crazy roar above the ancient city. Many years later, people may not remember Zhao Zhengde, or the Xia, Tang, and Huaisong dynasties, but history will definitely record this man’s deeds: On May 20th, Yan Xun rebelled and ordered the massacre of 3,000 students at the Shangwu Hall. Most of the empire’s elites died in this battle!
Under the red light of the fire, the entire Shangwu Hall was dead silent because the situation was unclear and the leader was not there. These elites of the empire wisely chose to retreat behind the forefront and did not go out of the camp to restore order like the soldiers of the Guard Department, so at this moment, they still maintained a full military presence.
However, at three o'clock in the morning, a fire suddenly broke out outside, and tragic noises were suddenly heard. Some students tried to open the door and rush out of the academy, but they were met with the Yanbei Datong warriors who were ready for battle. Under round after round of intensive rain of arrows, no one in the entire Shangwu Hall escaped. People looked through the dark crowd and saw with horror the Prince of Yanbei who had been standing in an inconspicuous corner of the imperial capital. However, at this moment, his straight back looked like the smile of the god of death. The officers shouted in horror: "It's Yan Xun! Yan Xun is here!"
"Yan Xun is here! The Yanbei rebels are here!"
Everyone was shouting in panic. Three thousand elite soldiers were defeated before they even started fighting. Xi Rui asked for a fight three times. Finally, Yan Xun said calmly, "The enemy has lost their fighting spirit. There is no need to engage in a hand-to-hand fight. Just burn them down. You stay here and don't let the pigs and dogs inside escape."
"Little Yan Xun! If you have the guts, fight me squarely!"
Wei Shuhan, the new generation major general of the Wei clan, shouted loudly, then waved his sword, but before he could take a step, he was shot through the throat by a sharp arrow, and fell in the messy fire with his eyes wide open.
Yan Xun didn't even look at him. He mounted his horse, reorganized most of the soldiers, and said in a deep voice, "Follow me to the Cavalry Battalion."
That night, the Southwest Town Envoy was instigated to rebel, and the officers and soldiers of the Guard Office died in the mob. The 12th, 19th, and 36th Divisions fought with the Southwest Town Envoy, and most of them were killed or injured. Afterwards, Yan Xun used the same method to eliminate all the troops of the Imperial Capital Academy's Shangwu Hall, the South Camp of the Cavalry Battalion, the Seventh Army, and the Ninth Army, who had been standing idly by and watching the assassination of their superiors. Afterwards, because the number of people was too large, Yan Xun simply ordered the opening of the South City Military Farm, and used bows and arrows to drive the remaining 2,000 officers and soldiers of the 16th Battalion to Weiwei Square. He then drove his horses forward, trampling more than 1,800 people to death with thousands of horses' hooves. The rest were all injured and fell on a square full of corpses, groaning and wailing.
Bian Cang requested to eradicate the problem completely, but Yan Xun shook his head coldly and said calmly: "Leave these disabled people to Zhao Zhengde for resettlement."
At four o'clock in the morning, the sky became increasingly darker, the entire imperial capital was in ruins, and there were few living people in the military camp. The last group of people came back from the prefectural government office in the imperial capital and reported that the officials of the prefectural government office had already fled. They killed more than a hundred officers and soldiers of the office and then retreated.
As a result, in the entire Zhenhuang Imperial Capital, there was no other armed force except for the 3,000 defenders led by Song Que in the imperial city and the three divisions of guards who were fighting with the Southwest Town Envoy.
"Young Master, tell the Southwest Town Envoy to withdraw. We should leave the city."
"Well," Yan Xun looked at the scorched earth of the ancient city of Zhenhuang, nodded slowly, and said, "It's time to go."
"Then I will go to the Southwest Town Government and pass on the order to the war zone."
"Stop." Yan Xun glanced at Xi Rui calmly and said in a deep voice, "When did I say I would take the Southwest Town Envoy with me?"
Xi Rui was shocked and asked in amazement: "Young Master?"
Yan Xun turned around and said calmly, "In order to resist the fierce enemy, the Southwest Town Envoy sacrificed himself heroically and volunteered to stay behind to resist the blades of the Third Division of the Imperial Guards in order to preserve the strength of Yanbei. He is loyal and courageous, and is a role model for contemporary soldiers."
Xi Rui frowned and stepped forward and said hurriedly: "But Young Master..."
Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by Bian Cang and his mouth was tightly covered.
"General Xi Rui, please do not doubt the loyalty of the Southwest Envoys. They have been hiding in the imperial capital for many years, waiting for this life-and-death battle. We have no right to deprive the soldiers of their loyalty and righteousness in serving their country bravely."
Yan Xun's eyes were calm and his tone was gentle as he spoke slowly, but the coldness revealed in his words pierced everyone's heart like a sharp arrow.
Bian Cang said quickly: "Young Master is right. The Southwest Town Envoy has such determination to serve the country. He is a role model for contemporary soldiers. We should all take him as an example."
His hands tightly grasped the corner of Xi Rui's clothes, fearing that his colleague would say another word. After seeing how Yan Xun had just killed someone, he had no doubt that this seemingly peaceful man would execute both him and Xi Rui with a wave of his hand.
"So, the entire army will retreat from the north gate. After the army leaves the city, seal the city gates."
The steeds galloped out, and at the moment the heavy city gate closed, the whole sky and earth changed color. The Southwestern Town Envoys who were fighting with the 12th, 19th and 36th Divisions were all terrified and speechless, and they stood stunned on the vast earth.
After a long moment, countless desperate voices shouted in unison, "Your Highness! We are still here! We are still here!"
"We've been abandoned! We've been betrayed!"
The fear of defeat spread through the army like a tide. Soldiers rushed out of the trenches and ran around, shouting in panic: "What should we do? What should we do? We have been abandoned!"
"Brothers! Follow me and kill!"
Division Guard Captain Fang Baiyu was greatly encouraged. He roared, wiped the blood off his face, and rushed forward.
"Troops are coming out of the Imperial City! Reinforcements are coming from the Imperial City!"
The soldiers of the 19th Division shouted in unison. They saw a man in the front with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He was wearing snow-white armor and holding a green sword in his hand. He looked very majestic, like a god of war in the prosperous age, cutting through all obstacles and killing his enemies!
"It's the Seventh Prince! The Seventh Prince's reinforcements are here!"
Following behind Zhao Che's imperial city garrison, Zhao Xiang pulled Zhao Yang's horse reins tightly and said sternly, "Fourteenth brother, there is chaos and disorder outside, and father didn't send you to fight, so why bother to stir up trouble?"
Zhao Yang raised his eyebrows, held the sword in his hand, looked at his brother, and said in a deep voice: "Seventeenth brother, do you want to kneel on the ground forever and look up at others, or do you want to stand up with your own ability? If you want to stand up and live as a man, come out with me now."
Zhao Xiang's face flushed red. He jumped on his horse, drew his sword, and said loudly, "Brother Fourteen, no matter where you go, I will follow you until my death."
Zhao Yang nodded and looked at the towering city gate. Fierce shouts and screams came from outside. The young prince raised his sword with a determined look in his eyes.
He rushed out of the imperial city with his palace guards. This group of less than a hundred people was like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the Southwest Town Envoy. The sky was filled with blood, and a new star of the empire rose slowly in the fight!
When Chu Qiao arrived at the Chishui River, A Jing was already waiting. Thousands of war horses were prepared on the other side of the river. She was not surprised to see Chu Qiao coming alone and was ready to lead her across the river. Chu Qiao got off her horse and greeted Ah Jing and the others. She glanced around, frowned suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "Ah Jing, there is only this floating bridge. The Southwest Town Government has more than 10,000 people. Can they cross the river before dawn?"
Ah Jing smiled and nodded, "This is the order of the prince, I believe it is correct, I will send the girl over first."
Chu Qiao stood there, a terrible thought suddenly popped up in her mind, her face turned pale in an instant, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes. Ah Jing asked, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Qiao immediately calmed down, smiled slowly, and said, "Nothing, you take them over first, I still have to wait for Yan Xun."
Ah Jing frowned, "But His Highness has ordered..."
"No need to say more, just cross the river."
Ah Jing naturally knew that the relationship between Chu Qiao and Yan Xun was far beyond her ability to compare, so she nodded and stopped forcing it.
Half an hour later, the sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from the southeast, even more intense than before. Chu Qiao's heart was shocked, and she immediately mounted her horse and galloped towards the southeast.
"Girl!" Ah Jing was shocked and shouted, "Where are you going?"
"I'll go pick up Yan Xun!"
Halfway through the journey, they saw a group of people running towards them from afar. There were about 5,000 of them, all wearing black clothes and black armor, and a large ink-colored flag was whistling and dancing in the air. Chu Qiao was delighted and walked forward, then she saw Yan Xun riding a horse towards her, his long robe like an eagle and his brows like a sword.
"Achu!"
"Yan Xun," Chu Qiao greeted him and said with a smile, "Are you okay?"