The Yanbei Army had surrounded them, and the close combat was so fierce that it was horrible to watch. On the snowy plains dyed red with blood, the front troops of the Yanbei Army and Zhuge Yue's troops were in a melee, and the two waves collided head-on. The swords were shining like snow, and large amounts of blood gushed out during the charge, like boiling magma spilling on the snow and fertile soil.
The wind was whistling, the cries of killing were deafening, the neighing of war horses and the screams of soldiers falling down due to serious injuries mixed together. The scene was like boiling water. All strategies and tactics were of no use. When two brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. At this moment, everyone seemed like crazy, swinging swords at each other with red eyes. Broken limbs, splattering blood, and chopped off heads fell like rows of autumn grass. The murderer was killed immediately, but the dying man still remembered to hold on to the enemy's thigh, buying time for his comrades to attack.
Even though the Yanbei Army had the upper hand in numbers, they were still unable to break up the small camp of the Moon Guards. The soldiers on the periphery fell down, and those inside immediately rushed forward. They stood there shakily, brandishing their swords, seemingly about to fall in one battle after another, but still stood stubbornly, like a dog-skin plaster that could not be thrown off, defeated but not collapsed. Even if all the comrades around him have fallen, he is the only one left, still fighting alone, fighting without stopping. Even if they are covered in blood, even if their limbs are broken, even if they only have one breath left, they will still fight to the death. Even if they are stabbed, they will open their mouths and tear off a piece of flesh from the enemy!
These people were all Zhuge Yue’s followers since childhood. As the eldest son of the Zhuge family, his family had hired dozens of martial arts masters for him since he was four years old, and even equipped him with five hundred personal death warriors, the Moon Guards. Over the past decade, they followed Zhuge Yue in his battles across the country, experiencing hundreds of wars and bloodshed, and never flinched or showed any fear. Today, they once again demonstrated in front of the Yanbei soldiers the passionate loyalty of the so-called "young playboys and losers" who indulged in debauchery in the empire.
Yan Xun's new chief of guards, Nie Gu, brandished his sword and shouted, "Kill! Kill them!"
Yue Jiu was covered in blood. He pierced a Yanbei soldier's throat with a sword. His face was no longer calm and composed like a master. He wiped the blood off his face and shouted, "Brothers! Fight your way out!"
There were corpses and swords everywhere, and there was almost no place to stand. The soldiers swung their swords and kicked the corpses that stumbled to the side. The sounds of killing and screaming were deafening, and blood, mud and meat sauce were scattered all over the ground.
A Yanbei soldier chopped off a Moon Guard's thigh with a knife. Instead of screaming, the young Moon Guard pierced the Yanbei soldier's chest with a sword. The Yanbei soldier hugged the Moon Guard's waist tightly before falling down. The two seriously injured and dying men rolled on the ground, biting each other like two wild dogs, as if there was a terrible hatred between them. However, before they could bite each other to death, more than ten war horses came running over. The soldiers on the horses were still fighting. The two men below had their skulls crushed by the horses' hooves, and their brains spurted out and splashed onto the horses' hooves.
The battlefield formed a red vortex around the three hundred Moon Guards. The formations of both sides were in complete chaos. The Yanbei Army outside could not rush in, so they rode their horses and shouted on the periphery, rushing forward from time to time to replenish their fallen comrades. At this moment, a gap was suddenly opened in the northwest corner of the Moon Guard. Nie Gu cheered, and the soldiers followed him with bloody sabers raised high, howling like wolves and tigers.
"Protect the general!" Yue Jiuli shouted, his young face turned blood red and his original appearance could no longer be recognized. The Moon Guards' eyes turned red at the same time, and they all turned around and tried to charge, but were entangled by the enemies around them.
Nie Gu shouted loudly: "Charge! Kill that bastard Zhuge!"
Swish! Just as he finished speaking, a bright white knife light suddenly attacked, and a bloody line was immediately cut on Nie Gu's neck. The next second, the young captain of the imperial guards' head flew high, his body straightened up, and fell into a pool of blood with a bang.
Zhuge Yue stood with a knife in hand, his long green fur coat making his face look even smoother than jade. His deep eyes were like deep pools, staring at the devastated battlefield with piercing eyes. A drop of blood slowly flowed down his forehead, winding across the contours of his face. Behind him were tens of thousands of corpses lying on the ground, further away was an ancient city emitting black smoke, and further back was the Yanbei land shrouded in artillery fire and the devastated land of Daxia.
The war was raging, the people were wailing, Simon was shaking, the world was bleeding, he stood in a pool of blood with a knife in his hand, even though he was covered in blood, he was still as proud as a towering snow-capped mountain.
"General!"
“Good job!”
Thunderous cheers followed, and Zhuge Yue stood in the middle of the pool of blood, his voice clear as a bell, and shouted: "No one shall die! Follow me!"
“As you command!” The soldiers shouted in unison. Zhuge Yue rushed forward, leading the team himself. His agility was dazzling, and his blade rolled up the snow like rolling white waves. Wherever he passed, people and horses fell to the ground, leaving a mess.
The morale of the last one hundred or so remaining Yuewei was boosted, and the shouts of killing were deafening. The invincible Yanbei Army, which had been roaming across Yanbei, could not help but retreat under this crazy momentum, and the battle suddenly became stalemate. The officers in the rear were so angry that they cursed loudly, but no matter how they cursed, the high ground raised by corpses could not be captured. No matter how many troops were deployed, the more than one hundred people who looked like leaves in the rain were still swinging their swords and slashing like undead machines.
Yan Xun's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes gradually narrowed. Zhuge Yue finally came out, standing at the forefront of the fight, with a green fur coat and a snow-white sword, his figure was as nimble as a coiled dragon. In a trance, Yan Xun seemed to see a flickering golden light on his body, as brilliant as the Queen Mother, so dazzling that one dared not look at it directly.
A hint of coldness flashed across his eyes, and Yan Xun said in a low voice, "Bring me a bow and arrow."
The guards quickly turned around to get Yan Xun's golden bow. The golden light was bright and dazzling. Yan Xun was wearing a long black fur coat, and his eyes were no longer as clear and gentle as they used to be. At this moment, he looked like a god of death in the chaos of war, his whole body was stained with blood. He slowly stroked the crossbow arrow with his fingertips, put his four fingers together, clenched his thumb, touched the arrow, drew the bow, and bent the crossbow. The rope of fate swirled and reversed at this moment, and the scenes of the past once again rushed through his mind. Yan Xun exerted force with both arms, and the crossbow arrow was like a cooked shrimp on the back of the bow.
The wind was blowing hard, blowing through the flames of war and the gradually cooling corpses. The dark clouds in the sky were rolling, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and in the distance, the sound of galloping horses was gradually approaching from behind. Yan Xun's eyes were frosty, his back was straight, and he stood surrounded by thousands of troops. With absolute advantage and posture, he suddenly loosened the fingers holding the arrow!
The crossbow arrow, shining with golden light, flew away from the bow and rushed towards the agile body on the battlefield!
Millions of eyes were instantly fixed on it. Under the halo of the dim midday sun, the arrow of fate shot out towards Zhuge Yue's chest like a bloodthirsty wolf.
Zhuge Yue swung his sword and chopped down a Yanbei soldier. The scarlet blood sprayed on the back of his hand like boiling oil. There was no need to look, just listen with your ears, the sound of the arrow piercing through the howling north wind was transmitted to the eardrum. His body was as swift as lightning, and he dodged quickly by feeling. The arrow was sharp and brushed past his arm, tearing up thick clothes and large pieces of bloody skin. However, before he could stand up, another arrow came in an instant.
Linking crossbow, Yanbei Chuqiao's famous skill! At the state banquet on a snowy night and on the northwest battlefield, he had witnessed Chu Qiao's archery skills many times and was no longer unfamiliar with them. However, this arrow shot by Yan Xun has a different flavor. It may not be exquisite, but its power is far greater than that of Yan Xun.
Seven arrows were fired in succession, each one aimed straight at his vital points. Zhuge Yue dodged them one by one like a swimming dragon. Finally, his body shook, and he stood up in the midst of the torrential rain of sharp arrows. Their eyes met for only a second, as fast as lightning, but it seemed like a lifetime of confrontation and hostility between the two.
In an instant, Zhuge Yue's body was like a full moon. He swung his arms and swung his sword. The sharp blade was like a flash of lightning, and he struck back with a thunderous roar.
A short exclamation sounded not far behind him, and the man where the blade was pointed slightly curved his lips into an imperceptible smile. He did not dodge, nor did he show any sign of panic. Instead, he picked up the last golden arrow, pulled the bow suddenly, and shot it out fiercely.
The world seemed to be quiet for a moment. There were thousands of troops between the two men. They stared at each other in silence, using all their strength to deliver the final blow. No one dodged or avoided, just waiting for fate to make the final judgment on their lives.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
"General!"
Before the exclamation could penetrate his eardrums, a long neigh of a warhorse suddenly sounded, and the bright sword light was like a shining star in the dark night. The sharp sword pierced through the vast snow fog and whistled from behind Yan Xun. At the last moment when Zhuge Yue's sword pierced Yan Xun's heart, it hit the back of the sword!
It was just an ordinary sword, how could it compete with this peerless divine weapon with floating light? The two forces collided, the sword shattered, but the sword continued to move forward at the same speed. Yan Xun's arrow pierced through the crowd and hit his chest. Immediately afterwards, the sword suddenly inserted the tail of the arrow, went straight down, and pierced Zhuge Yue's chest. The blood flowed down, passing through the slanted blood wave patterns on the sword, all the way to the two small ancient seal characters at the end. Between the scarlet and hot blood, the words "Po Yue" could be vaguely seen.
A large stream of blood gushed out of Zhuge Yue's mouth, and he staggered back, but managed not to fall down. The Moon Guards rushed forward with bloodshot eyes and stood guard around him. Yue Jiu's eyes were red as he knelt in front of him, tears streaming down his face. The young swordsman turned around abruptly, eyes full of madness and rage, and looked far away at the team of dark armored soldiers in the snow.
Chu Qiao sat on horseback, with two thousand beautiful soldiers beside her. The horses' hooves made a rumbling sound as they stepped on the snowy field. Her pupils opened wide as she finally saw the face in the snow. She felt as if she had fallen into an icy abyss. Her limbs were numb with cold, and her heart seemed to have been ripped out and thrown into the ice and snow.
Yan Xun smiled faintly, flicked off a snowflake that had fallen from his collar, walked forward slowly, held out his hand to Chu Qiao, and said gently, "You're here."
Zhuge Yue was covered in blood, with a hideous wound on his chest, and his eyes seemed to be filled with rolling black tides. The facts once again crushed his pride and self-esteem. His brows and eyes were cold as he stared at the man and suppressed the blood in his throat.
Zhuge Yue, how much more do you want to belittle yourself?
The man sneered, his voice as low and hoarse as a devil from hell, and muttered: "After all, it was just my wishful thinking."
His cold gaze fell on Chu Qiao, and Chu Qiao felt that breathing became difficult. She couldn't move or speak, and sat on the horse's back with heavy breathing. She could no longer see Yan Xun’s hypocritical smiling face, the pile of corpses as high as a hill, the ancient city of Yuegong emitting black smoke, the rolling snow between heaven and earth. There was only Zhuge Yue, and only the scarlet blood on his green fur coat, like a piercing arrow that pierced her heart, striking her right in the chest.