“Haha,” Chu Qiao sneered and turned around, her back looking tired and frail. “You can’t even protect one side of the country, and you still say you want to protect the world? How ridiculous.”
Chu Qiao pulled open the curtain of the tent, turned around and walked out.
Miss Yu frowned, and hurriedly chased after him, saying in a deep voice: "Chu Qiao, are you leaving?"
"Yanbei is not my hometown, but it has always been my belief in life. You don't want it, but I want it. If you abandon it, I will protect it. Tell Yan Xun that if Chu Qiao dies, don't avenge her. She didn't die at the hands of others, she died at his hands."
"Stop!" Miss Yu said in a deep voice, "I won't let you go!"
Chu Qiao turned around and smiled coldly, "You can kill me, but Chu Qiao will never set foot out of Yanbei except for the corpse."
Chu Qiao pulled out a dagger from her boot and put it across her neck. She smiled bitterly and walked slowly towards the horse, then jumped on it. "The big mistake has not been made yet. It's not too late to turn back. It's not too late to pull the horse back. Tell him that I'm waiting for him on the top of Beishuo City! Go!" The girl's fur coat whistled and the horse's hooves stepped on the snow. In an instant, they were gone.
Song Qifeng stepped forward and said anxiously, "Miss, how can you let Master Chu go? His Highness has repeatedly warned you not to tell Master about this..."
Miss Yu smiled quietly and indifferently, and slowly raised her head. The morning sun shone on her face, and her face was as pale as paper, as if transparent.
I love Yanbei so much, Zhong Yu is incompetent, this is all he can do.
“Send a message to His Highness that Beishuo is in danger. Lord Chu is defending Chidu to provide assistance to Beishuo. If he fails to arrive within five days, Yanbei will be destroyed and no one will be spared.” At this moment, Chidu City was dead silent. People searched the entire city but still could not find any trace of Lord Chu. Finally, I learned from the guards at the north city gate that the master's personal bodyguard had escorted a carriage out of the city last night.
A desperate thought suddenly flashed through everyone's mind. The ragged soldier stood in the heavy snow and trembled and said, "Did the lord abandon us?"
Before he could finish his words, he was kicked down by the soldiers of the Southwest Town Envoy! He Xiao's brother He Qi said coldly: "Master will not abandon us! Back then in Zhenhuang City, Master did not abandon us under that circumstance, and he will not abandon us now!"
"Then where did she go?" A quartermaster from Chidu City cried out in tears, "All officials are the same!"
The militiamen of Chidu City also started to make a lot of noise and confusion. Someone echoed, "That must be the case! She saw us lose and ran away secretly!"
"I've said it before, you can't trust an official, especially a woman!"
"Oh my God! Has the adults really abandoned us? What should we do?"
The crowd was growing louder and louder, some people began to cry in despair, dark clouds were rolling in the sky, and strong winds were blowing up the snow on the ground, like paper money on a dead person's grave.
"What are you all doing here? The enemy is about to attack!" Commander He Xiao suddenly strode over and shouted sternly with a gloomy face.
"Commander He!" Someone ran up and said, "The master abandoned us and ran away!"
"Impossible!" He Xiao interrupted him coldly and said in a deep voice, "I don't believe it. All the soldiers of the Southwest Town Envoy will not believe it. Your Excellency is not that kind of person."
"But……"
"I only want to hear this kind of words once. If I hear anyone slandering you again and ruining your reputation, they will be the enemy of us, the Southwest Town Envoy!"
The man drew his sword, the sharp blade gleaming in the air, "What are you still standing there for? Go up to the tower!"
After a night of rest, the army of Daxia was no longer as reckless as yesterday. The Southwest Town Envoy also lost the fierce offensive of yesterday. Arrows and boulders were exhausted one after another, and the Flowing Fire Bombs were also used up in the afternoon. At noon, Xia soldiers broke through the city walls one after another. The Daxia army built human ladders and climbed up fearlessly. The archers kept shooting to cover their troops. The arrows were like a heavy rain. The city wall was in a mess, with soldiers falling down from being shot by arrows from time to time.
A young soldier was hit by more than ten arrows, all in vital parts. His comrades wanted to replace him, but he leaned against the city wall and smiled innocently, with white teeth and bright eyes. He waved to his comrades, smiled and said: "When you come back, tell her for me that all the soldiers in our battalion have a crush on her." After that, he jumped off the city wall, using his body as a rolling stone and smashing hard on the Xia army's ladder. Suddenly, there was a wailing sound on the city wall, as if someone was singing a desperate war song.
Close combat finally broke out, a large number of enemies climbed onto the city walls, the first line of defense on the city walls collapsed completely, bows and arrows were flying everywhere, the sounds of fighting and shouting were everywhere.
There were more and more Xia troops, and the blood dyed the entire city wall and every floor tile red. At this time, even the militiamen rushed to the top of the city wall. They no longer flinched and trembled. Death was right in front of them. If they put down the butcher knife, they would die. If they picked up the knife, they would also die. But at least they could buy a few more moments for their wives and children to escape. They chopped with knives, stabbed with swords, smashed with bricks, bit with teeth, using every possible means. The cruelty of war was fully reflected at this moment.
Situ Jing stood at the foot of the city and watched from afar. Then he said to his subordinates with shock in his eyes: "Are you sure it's just a group of militiamen up there?"
On that day, the river in Chidu actually melted in the dead of winter. The hot blood covered the cold ice layer and melted the surface river water, although it soon froze again.
The sky and the earth were blood red, with corpses lying everywhere. A soldier had both legs chopped off, but he picked up his broken legs and smashed them towards the people below the city without even frowning. A Xia soldier who was about to climb to the top of the city wall was so frightened that he fell straight down and landed on the cold snowy field.
All the members of the Seventh Team of the Southwest Town Envoy had died, leaving only a messenger. He actually stood on the top of the city wall and used the bodies of his brothers as weapons, smashing the Xia soldiers who tried to climb up the city wall. In the end, there were no bodies left, and he himself was stabbed several times. The young soldier shouted "Long live the sir", then hugged a Xia soldier and jumped down from the city wall.
The city wall was attacked by the enemy several times, and was recaptured several times. He Xiao was stabbed several times, but he still fought tenaciously. He stood on the top of the city wall and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Don't embarrass the master! Even if we die here today, the master will definitely avenge us! Kill!"
The warriors were aroused and stood up suddenly. Their shaky bodies were suddenly full of strength again. They waved their swords and fought with the enemy.
The sky and earth were dark yellow, strong winds blew snow and snow down, and the smell of blood filled the entire battlefield. The army of Daxia was still increasing in number, and the two sides fought from early morning to noon, and from noon to dusk.
Zhao Yang stood on the high slope and looked out, he could not help but sigh: "The Southwest Town Envoy is truly a group of tigers and wolves!"
After the city wall was lost again, an atmosphere of despair finally filled the air on the top of Chidu City. A young soldier rushed towards the enemy with a knife in hand. He was already exhausted and this was purely a last-ditch effort to seek death. But at this moment, a sword light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and a fierce figure suddenly rushed forward and cut off the head of Xia Jun with a sword.
The soldier seemed dazzled until the man in front of him turned around and shouted angrily: "What are you standing there for? Follow me!"
"My lord?" The soldier cried out in disbelief, "My lord! My lord is back!"
All the exhausted officers and soldiers of the Southwest Town turned around and saw a girl holding a sword, with an upright figure and sharp moves in the chaotic crowd. Who else could it be but Chu Qiao?
"The Lord has not abandoned us!" I don't know who shouted first, and then the whole Chidu City was filled with jubilation. The soldiers who were originally exhausted suddenly stood up excitedly. For a moment, they seemed to have countless more strength in their bodies.
As long as the adults are here, we won’t lose!
This thought swept over him like a tide, and Xia Jun was horrified to see that these people seemed to have been reborn in an instant. They came roaring with swords in hand, like wolves and tigers, without any signs of fatigue from before.
"Brothers! Follow me and kill!" He Xiao roared and chopped off the head of a Xia soldier with a knife, "Long live the lord!"
"Long live His Excellency!"
"Long live His Excellency——"
Deafening cheers rang out everywhere. Looking at the defeated soldiers retreating like a tide, Zhao Yang slowly raised his head and finally had to admit this horrible fact.
"Your Highness," Situ Jing frowned and said, "If we fail to capture this place, we will have a hard time explaining to the Third Prince."
"I also want to conquer it." Zhao Yang sighed slowly, looking at the short Chidu City. Night finally came, and Daxia's troops retreated one after another. Chu Qiao found Ping An tied up in a ball in the grain warehouse. The little guy had actually fallen asleep. When he woke up and saw Chu Qiao, he shouted with joy.
In today's battle, Chidu City suffered heavy losses. More than 2,000 of the main soldiers of the Southwest Town were killed. Together with the previous 1,500 people, the current Southwest Town has a staff of less than 3,000, and less than 2,000 are capable of fighting. The militia suffered the greatest casualties, with more than 20,000 people, and the city walls were severely damaged. If the enemy had large siege weapons such as catapults, the entire wall could have been smashed in less than a day.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and corpses. The city had run out of medicine and the wounded soldiers only had water and coarse cloth to use. At night, the air was filled with terrible screams and cries of pain. A side street a little further away was filled with people lying motionless and silent. The corpses were neatly lined up in rows, and yellow sacks covered the faces of the young soldiers.
As she walked, Chu Qiao's steps became heavier and heavier. Above her head was a dark sky, and crows were crying miserably in the north wind, which was breathtaking.
In her more than ten years of life, Chu Qiao had never felt so isolated and helpless as she did now. All her hopes and dreams were shattered, but she still had to stand up straight and show the soldiers who were counting on her that she was still confident, she was still holding on, and she would lead everyone to fight for a way out.
The cold wind blew across her thin body. In the distance, she could hear the soldiers singing low, sorrowful songs. Chu Qiao followed the singing and saw a young soldier with a broken leg at the corner. He was a very handsome young man, without a beard yet. His delicate face made him look like a scholar. One of his legs was broken, leaving nothing below the knee. He just sat there like that, not crying out in pain, but smiling slightly, his eyes pure and bright, as if he was thinking of some happy days, and he sang softly while laughing: "Goodbye, my dear girl, I will take up my gun to defend my hometown, the enemy's knife is hanging over my head, I will protect you and our paradise. Maybe I will never see your beautiful eyes again, maybe I will never hear you singing in my ears again, but please believe me, I will always remember the place in my hometown, where you stood under the mountains full of rhododendrons, smiled and waved to me, and whispered to come back home soon..."