Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 129 You can stay for a while and read the next chapter

On the eve of the war, snow mixed with rain fell, fog floated in the air, and the withered grass was buried. The soldiers subconsciously wrapped themselves tightly, and the cold air suddenly penetrated into their mouths and noses. A chill spread throughout their bodies, making them tremble all over.

The food and fodder from the central government have been delivered, but distributing them to the soldiers is another matter. In addition, it hasn't snowed for several days, but it snowed today. It can be said that the situation is not optimistic.

The snow fell at night. Yan Xunfeng followed his father to the military camp when he was young. He didn't have any requirements for sleep. Even though he was anxious, he didn't suffer from insomnia. He fell asleep quickly, but woke up easily. He couldn't fall asleep again when it was still dawn.

Yan Buhuan was not good at leading troops in battle, so he retreated to two cities before. This time he did not plan to go up in order to ask Yan Xunfeng to cover him. Yan Xunfeng was under the control of others and had to be on guard against Yan Buhuan's traps, so his emotions were always tense.

Lu Wensheng and others also noticed the solemn atmosphere in the army. They could not interfere in the battle between the two sides, so they retreated outside. The demon cultivator hiding in the dark had not yet shown up.

On this side, Yan Buhao looked at Yan Xunfeng, who was wearing armor, with a forced smile.

"I will wait here for General Yan's triumphant return."

Yan Xunfeng remained calm and said, "Then I'll accept your good words."

From now on, today will be the anniversary of your death. I hope you can still pretend like this before you die - Yan Buhuan's eyes flashed with sarcasm and he turned and left.

"Young General, this trip may be a life-threatening one. Why don't you try to get out of it?" Yan Buhuan was sure that he would do something shady.

Liu Zhong is a retainer of the Yan family and is naturally loyal to Yan Xunfeng. The prince's attitude and Yan Buhuan's behavior both reveal one fact - they want the military power of the Yan family army, and even Yan Xunfeng's life.

Swords and spears are merciless on the battlefield, and there are people on the inside trying to trip Yan Xunfeng up. This is going to force Yan Xunfeng to death!

"So what if I refuse? I'm targeting someone who can't escape. And with Yan Buhuan's ability, will I let Dayong lose its territory in vain and let the people in the city suffer in vain?

The northern border is bitterly cold, the road to the south is long, the rain is pouring and the smoke from cooking fires is rarely seen for ten years, I tied up my hat and surrendered to the army, wearing a helmet and armbands, training in winter and summer without stopping, the thick black armor can withstand the strong wind... My heart is clear, I give my country, not for the country, but for the people's safety, not for leaving a name in history, but for having a clear conscience.

Death is inevitable, so we should die for our country - pouring wine into the earth can destroy an dynasty, but it cannot extinguish the fire of character, so we should have no regrets even if we die.

After saying that, Yan Xunfeng jumped on his horse, raised his spear, waited for the city gate to open, and looked at the enemy flag rising in the distance with no fear in his eyes.

Liu Zhong's eyes were filled with tears: "Would the young general like to leave a handwritten letter for the young lady?"

Yan Xunfeng put on his helmet and didn't look back: "It has been written a long time ago. If I don't come back, someone will deliver it."

The young lady is clearly on her way with her troops, why can't the battle start later? Liu Zhong wiped his eyes and rode his horse beside Yan Xunfeng.

Following Yan Xunfeng's order, the war drums behind him suddenly sounded like a violent storm. This was the order to charge. The drums on the two flank walls echoed and sounded at the same time. For a moment, the drum sounded deafening, filling the entire world. Even Lu Wensheng and others who were far away could hear it clearly.

The cold wind blew the dim fog as the decisive battle took place in the wilderness outside the city. Amid the rubble where the embers were still burning, the army's shouts of killing shook the sky. As the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, tall columns of smoke rose from all over the city, swirling up billowing dust. Yan Xunfeng galloped at the forefront of the team, as sharp as thunder and sweeping as a hurricane.

At the same time, the fire flashed across the misty snow curtain. For a moment, the broken walls and ruins were as bright as day. Suddenly, the sound of drums was heard, as loud as thunder.

Shouts and cries of killing were heard everywhere, and the whole wilderness was filled with the ear-piercing sounds of swords clashing. The deafening sound waves were mixed with howling, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The fields were filled with blood and the ground was stained with murderous intent.

Yan Xunfeng, wearing black clothes and silver armor, holding a silver spear that carries the wind, stepped over the corpses of his enemies. Not far away, a huge, wet Sheng flag fluttered in the wind, shining as brightly as silk under the flames in the sky.

Although the team around him was not the Yan family army, they were also elite. Under the leadership of Yan Xunfeng, they had an unstoppable momentum.

Yan Buhuan stood on the city wall with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

But Dayong was not at an advantage after all. The people on the grassland were tall and strong, and they also had the advantage of cavalry. They could not waste their time fighting against them. After Yan Xunfeng gained the upper hand, he did not try to take credit for it, but led his troops to retreat, with the vanguard covering the main force. As a result, the city gates were tightly closed.

Yan Xunfeng took a deep breath, looked up and glared at Yan Buhuan.

"Open the city gate!"

Yan Buhuan closed his eyes, motionless as a mountain.

Seeing the soldiers in front of him falling down one after another, Yan Xunfeng became angry and called them by their names.

"Yan Buhuan, you dare to delay such an important matter?! Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can't save you!"

Yan Buhuan opened his eyes and sneered: "This is the life reserve."

(The Crown Prince's order)

Yan Xunfeng was stunned. He didn't expect that they would attack at such a critical moment. He let out a miserable laugh.

"Life preservation?! Hahahaha, we are trying to survive in this purgatory with corpses everywhere, but the killer is in the court! If it weren't for the prevalence of hypocrisy in the world, how could we be trapped in this chaotic world today?! You claim to be smart, but it's really ridiculous!"

These beasts actually used the lives of the soldiers as bargaining chips!

With anger flashing in his eyes, he no longer hoped that the city gate would open and turned to call out to the remaining generals.

"The traitor is harming others, I would rather die than surrender! Soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy!"

"Yes!"

Hearing Yan Buhuan's words, everyone was furious. They pointed their swords at the enemy. Their tired bodies suddenly had the power to move forward and no one escaped.

The nest chariot stands tall before the flames of war, the war horses neigh into the sky, the elite soldiers and generals finally disperse, the cold air surges like a rock, riding on horses and pulling bows to inspect the troops in autumn, the silver feathers suddenly tear the sky, the arrows pierce the flesh and blood without frowning, the vultures sob sadly at the fallen bones, the bloody sun and clouds emerge from the slanting mountains, they only want to be the souls under the white iron knife, not the surrendered generals who kneel down.

The bones of these soldiers will not bend for the ridiculous high-ranking officials!

The melee of swords and sabers ended, and the soldiers in armor fell dead in a pool of blood. The blood-soaked remnants of clothes wrapped around their blurred flesh and blood. There were still those who were struggling to survive, crawling hard among the broken limbs.

An expression of mixed anger and fear was revealed on the blood-stained faces, and faint moans came from their mouths. They were blown away by the whistling wind and spread along with the smell of blood, drifting away into the distance.

When the soldiers of Dayong were slaughtered, the grassland army retreated inexplicably. The grassland general looked grim, glanced at the nearby city, and whipped his horse to leave.

In the wilderness, corpses wrapped in tattered and bloody clothes were scattered all over the ground, and the broken limbs and arms were oozing scarlet blood, attracting carrion birds to circle in the sky, emitting bursts of terrifying cries, and sometimes swooping down, suddenly raising gusts of fishy wind, which was creepy.