Three hundred thousand people, plus the two hundred thousand Xianbei, the battlefield of five hundred thousand people is so huge that it is impossible for ordinary people to calculate. Xiao Rong's voice could only be heard by the area in front of him, and at most there were only a few hundred people. But after Xiao Rong finished shouting, the scout repeated it, and the scout on the other side heard it and repeated it again.
Until the core circle of the battlefield heard the news, Gongsun Yuan pulled the knife out of a Xianbei man's chest. He couldn't count how many people he had killed. His face was covered in blood and his eyes were crazy.
Hearing the voice coming from afar, Gongsun Yuan laughed heartily, looking like a madman: "The Xianbei city has been broken! All these barbarians will die here today! My men, follow me and kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Gongsun Yuan was already controlled by adrenaline, and the other soldiers were almost the same. Even Jian Qiao was already blood-thirsty. When he heard Gongsun Yuan's voice, he slashed at the enemies around him fiercely. He also shouted to the sky: "Stop those who want to run. Those who kill more enemies will be rewarded handsomely by this general!"
In this situation, even Yuan Baifu roared loudly, using words to motivate his soldiers. Xiao Rong's heart was beating fast, and he didn't know where to look. He could only hear voices coming one after another. Everyone said something different, but everyone's blood was boiling.
The news of the king's entry into the city gave the army great confidence. No one complained of being tired, and they were already immersed in the most primitive carnival.
Can this stop all the Xianbei people? Xiao Rong didn't know, and there was nothing he could do.
There was the sound of horse hooves behind him. Xiao Rong turned around and saw Yu Shaoxie catching up with him. Yu Shaoxie was relieved to see that he stopped at the outer circle and did not go in. "You really scared me to death. I thought you were going to rush into the battlefield!"
Xiao Rong: “…”
He touched the Chilong sword hanging on his waist. He brought the sword with him but had never thought of using it. With his arms and legs, he could only kill a few enemies, but it would bring trouble to those who stayed behind to protect him.
Xiao Rong didn't say anything, and Yu Shaoxie didn't care. He stared at the battlefield in front of him with burning eyes. He couldn't even think about his brother's safety. Now his face was full of obsession and excitement: "Three hundred years..."
Xiao Rong looked at him and listened to his voice gradually change from weak to abnormal.
"Three hundred years of humiliation have finally come to an end today. Hahahaha! What a relief. What a relief!"
Xiao Rong: “…………”
You should know that this war is not over yet???
Apparently Yu Shaoxie thought that at this point, it was basically the end. Xiao Rong was not as confident as him. He turned his head and continued to look ahead with a serious expression.
Unless Qu Yunmie stood in front of him, unless he saw it all come to an end with his own eyes, he would never be able to relax. *
The purpose of choosing such a time was to stop the Xianbei army outside the city. Now they have succeeded, but not completely. After all, there are so many Xianbei people, and there will always be some who slip through the net and return to the South Gate.
But the South Gate was not open, and the Xianbei people were not stupid. The army had not returned, and if the South Gate was opened at this time, the Zhenbei Army would have rushed over cheering.
Murong Yu did not sleep a wink that night. Not long after he returned to the military camp, he received news of the sneak attack by the Zhenbei Army. Since then, he has been staying on the battlefield, and countless Zhenbei Army soldiers have died at his hands.
Following the general, the elite Xianbei troops gained courage, but they did not know that their general's complexion was getting worse and worse. If this continued, the Xianbei army would be dragged to death here, and the troops of King Zhenbei would also reach the palace.
Murong Yu was in great pain. He didn't want to give up his soldiers, but... but...
Suddenly, the warhorse neighed loudly. The people fighting nearby heard the noise, turned around, and found that Murong Yu had suddenly tightened the horse's reins.
Murong Yu shouted to his personal soldiers, "Your Majesty is in trouble, you all should come with me to support him! The rest of you should obey the orders of General Zhengdong!!"
After saying this, he immediately turned his horse around. Murong Yu's personal soldiers followed his lead. They would not question Murong Yu's orders and followed him immediately.
The rest of the people looked at the general's departing figure, as if a basin of cold water was poured over their heads.
No matter how high-sounding his words were, they could not conceal his behavior at that time. Emperor Guangjia abandoned the entire people north of the Huai River, so he was cursed by the whole world, and Murong Yu abandoned these loyal soldiers and betrayed the oath he had made that he would not abandon a single Xianbei fellow.
Human nature can only be fully revealed at the most critical moment. Regardless of whether Murong Yu really intends to subjugate the Xianbei in the future, to these people at this moment, he is a complete and unforgivable traitor. ...
After a while, the news of Murong Yan's escape reached Xiao Rong's ears, but he ran away alone and took at most a few hundred personal soldiers with him. Xiao Rong didn't care where he ran to, anyway, he could not escape the range of the Zhenbei Army.
Without the general, the morale of the Xianbei people became even lower. Seeing this, the Zhenbei Army fought with all their might and the fierce battle lasted for too long, so much so that the blades of many of their weapons were broken.
An hour later, Xiao Rong had been in the cold wind for too long and his hands were almost numb from the cold. He was usually afraid of the cold, but today he didn't bring his hand guards at all. Even if he did, it would be useless. His hands were always holding the reins, and he would not let go even if others asked him to.
He was always on guard against unexpected events. If one really happened, he would not care what the guards behind him would think. He would rush straight into the battlefield and head all the way to Shengle City.
Qu Yunmie's confidence comes from his abilities, while Xiao Rong's confidence comes from Qu Yunmie in every sense. He will protect him, even when he himself is not aware of it.
Murphy's Law applies to every era: whatever you think is likely to come true. When the Yin hour was about to end, a riot suddenly broke out on the battlefield. The Xianbei city gate, which was already visible to the naked eye, was opened. A large number of cavalry rushed out from the north gate. The leader held a snow-white spear. As soon as he appeared, he cut off the heads of the two guards at the city gate.
It turns out that this is not the end of tonight, but another climax before dawn.
"The King is coming!"
"The king has opened the city gate!"
“Go——”
From such a distance, Xiao Rong couldn't see Qu Yunmie's face clearly. In his vision, Qu Yunmie's figure was the same size as an ant like everyone else. Xiao Rong watched him rush into the melee, and then he could no longer catch up with him.
Yu Shaoxie was looking at where his brother was, when suddenly, he heard Xiao Rong beside him laugh.
It was very light, extremely light. If he hadn't been close to it, it would have been drowned in the thick smell of blood.
He turned to look at Xiao Rong and found that Xiao Rong had lowered his eyes. He was no longer smiling, but he looked... so happy.
Xiao Rong sniffed lightly, then opened his hands that had been holding the reins. He opened them slowly because he felt a slight pain.
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