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"Reinforcements are coming!"

I don't know who shouted first, but there was incredible ecstasy in the voice.

Song Yan's mind went blank for a moment, and then she was overwhelmed with surprise.

He could hardly believe his ears, but the increasingly clear shouts and sounds of horse hooves seemed so real.

He ran up the city wall quickly with a knife in hand and looked into the distance. He saw dust flying in the southwest direction and a group of cavalry sweeping in like a torrent, with flags fluttering and swords shining like snow.

The leader was wearing black armor and holding a long sword as sharp as a rainbow. Enemy soldiers fell to the ground wherever he passed.

It’s Shu Changyu!

He's back, he's really back!

Song Yan felt her eyes getting hot. The fear, anxiety, and fatigue that had been pent up for days seemed to have found an outlet at this moment, and her nose felt very sore.

This guy is finally here!

At the same time, cheers broke out at the West Gate.

"Reinforcements are coming!"

"It's the reinforcements from Nanyang Prefecture!"

The messenger ran and shouted, and his voice changed tone.

Only then did Song Yan notice that there was also an army approaching rapidly from the west, led by a general wearing iron armor and looking very majestic.

Is that...Song Yuanshan?

Song Yan widened her eyes, almost unable to believe her eyes.

Why is Dad here?

Wasn’t he stationed in Nanyang Prefecture to prevent Prince Zibo’s army from moving south?

Why would he bring troops to Yunshan County for rescue at this time?

Before Song Yan could figure out what was going on, the situation on the battlefield had changed drastically.

The Nanyang Prefecture Army led by Song Yuanshan was like a sharp knife, piercing into the flank of the King of Qi's army and instantly disrupting the enemy's formation.

Shu Changyu's cavalry charged from behind, and under the pincer attack, the Qi Wang army was immediately thrown into chaos.

"kill!"

Shu Changyu swung his sword, and the cavalry behind him rushed towards the enemy like a tide.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, searching for something on the chaotic battlefield, until he saw the familiar figure on the city wall, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Song Yan met his gaze, her heart warmed up, and the worries she had had for days were finally put to rest.

This guy finally came back safely.

Under the city, the Qi King's army was attacked from both sides, their formation was in chaos, and their morale collapsed instantly.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Yi hurriedly ordered a retreat.

But it was too late.

Shu Changyu took the lead and pointed his sword straight at Zhou Yi's throat.

Zhou Yi hastily raised his sword to block, but Shu Changyu's sword knocked his weapon away. Then there was a flash of cold light and his head fell to the ground.

With the death of their commander, the Qi army was completely routed, and they abandoned their weapons and fled in all directions.

Song Yuanshan led his troops to block the enemy's retreat route, and together with Shu Changyu, they attacked from the front and back, completely annihilating the remaining troops.

On the city wall, the defenders stood still for a moment, and then broke into thunderous cheers.

"We win! We win!"

"Reinforcements are coming! We're holding on!"

Some people knelt on the ground and cried, some hugged each other and cried, and more people collapsed on the ground, without even the energy to cheer.

Song Yan held onto the city wall, her legs were so weak that she could barely stand.

After three days and three nights of fierce fighting, it finally ended.

Li Yanche stood on the top of the city wall, his silver armor soaked in blood and his hair disheveled, but he couldn't hide the sharpness in his eyes.

He looked at Shu Changyu's figure outside the city, his eyes dark, with a complex yet relieved expression.

Suddenly, his body swayed slightly, but he reacted quickly and used his sword to support the ground and did not fall down.

"Your Highness!" Zhan Qingyue stepped forward and supported Li Yanche's shaking body.

"It's okay." Li Yanche forced himself to stand up straight, his eyes still fixed on the outside of the city, "He came at the right time."

There was no sting in his words like in the past, but instead there was a subtle calmness.

Zhan Qingyue was keenly aware of his master's mood changes. He naturally knew that the two brothers had never gotten along. Now that Shu Changyu had arrived in time to rescue him, Li Yanche must have mixed feelings.

He smiled slightly and said tacitly: "Master Shu arrived just in time. This battle is all thanks to him."

Li Yanche snorted lightly and did not respond. Instead, he ordered: "Pass the order down, clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and comfort the people."

"Send someone to find out the news about Commander Luo and why he hasn't arrived yet."

After giving the instructions, he turned around and walked down the city wall. His steps were a little unsteady, but he still kept his back straight, not wanting to show any sign of fatigue in front of others.

Under the city wall, Wang Hu was supporting the injured skinny monkey. Both of them had blood on their faces, but they were smiling brightly.

"We won! We won!" The skinny monkey waved his fist excitedly, grimacing in pain as he pulled his fist.

Wang Hu laughed loudly and patted Shou Hou on the shoulder: "You are lucky, you are still alive!"

On the other side, Shu Changsheng was carrying a sword dripping with blood, staggering on the street littered with corpses, followed by several Thanos gang brothers who were also covered in wounds.

"Let's go back and have a drink!" Shu Changsheng waved his hand heroically, as if the injuries on his body didn't exist.

"Drink! We must drink!" Everyone responded with a smile, their voices filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Zhong Hui and Master Chen were walking behind, supporting each other. When they saw this scene, they both smiled knowingly.

Only Hall Master Shen looked as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood, but he still maintained a fierce expression: "I can still kill ten more!"

Everyone laughed and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Not far away, Gao Ruowang and Wei Taoer held each other's hands tightly, both of them with expressions of relief at surviving the disaster.

Gao Ruowang's scholar's robe had already been torn to pieces, and Wei Taoer was covered in blood, but neither of them was willing to let go of the other's hand first.

"It's good to be alive." Gao Ruowang choked, his voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

Wei Taoer nodded heavily, tears glistening in her eyes.

Behind them were the excited shouts of the scholars.

"We held it!"

"Yunshan County is saved!"

Prince Hui's Palace.

Song Zhengdu was also urgently allocating relief supplies, distributing medicine and food, and comforting the people in the city.

The servants in the mansion were busy moving boxes of supplies out of the warehouse and transporting them to various rescue centers.

It was not until he heard shouts of victory outside that he raised his head as if waking up from a dream, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Victory?" he muttered to himself, then turned around abruptly and staggered out of the warehouse.

The servants in the mansion had already run around to tell each other and were crying with joy.

Song Zhengdu stood in the corridor, looking towards the city gate in the distance. His nerves, which had been tense for many days, finally relaxed and his eyes instantly became moist.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, then turned back to the warehouse and continued distributing medicinal herbs and cloth.

Now is not the time to relax, there are still many things waiting for him to do.

In the first aid station, Song Wanzhou was bandaging the wound of a seriously injured person.

She heard cheers coming from outside and at first thought that the enemy was attacking. She was so scared that her hands shook and she almost spilled the powder.

"Reinforcements are here! We won!" A soldier with blood all over his face stumbled in, his voice hoarse but full of ecstasy.

"Won?" She looked up in disbelief, her eyes instantly red.

Shu Jinwen also stopped what she was doing, looked outside, tears silently falling.

The wounded in the first aid station struggled to sit up, some cried for joy, some laughed out loud, and some prayed silently with their hands clasped together.

The women in the rescue team smiled at each other, their faces filled with joy and pride.

Although they did not fight in the battlefield, they also made an indispensable contribution in this battle to defend the city.

Shu's mother stood in the yard, listening to the cheers coming from afar, clasped her hands together, and chanted a Buddhist name in a low voice.

Father Shu stood beside her, his face full of relief: "You're back, you're all back."

On the city wall, An Qi leaned against the battlement, looking at the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield outside the city, grinning with his sharp fangs showing.

He nudged Anwu next to him with his arm and said, "We won the battle. Aren't you happy?"

"Happy." An Wu's stern expression did not relax at all, but the tension in his eyes had dissipated.

"Then why don't you smile?" An Qi came closer with a smile, "Come on and smile."

An Wu slightly moved aside and said helplessly, "Stop making trouble."

An Qi curled his lips and turned to look outside the city.

At the foot of the city, Shu Changyu dismounted from his horse. The blood on his black armor had not yet dried. He casually threw the blood-stained sword to An Yi and strode towards the city gate.

Song Yan rushed down the city wall in two steps and ran into Shu Changyu head-on at the bottom of the city wall.

The two looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.

There was still murderous intent between Shu Changyu's brows, but it softened a little the moment he saw Song Yan.

He reached out and brushed away the cigarette ash on Song Yan's face, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I'm back."

These four simple words made Song Yan's throat choke.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his voice was too hoarse and he couldn't speak.

In the end, he just nodded vigorously, his eyes hot.

Shu Changyu's eyes dimmed slightly, and he hugged Song Yan into his arms with such force that he almost rubbed him into his bones and blood.

Song Yan felt so much pain from being strangled by him, but she did not struggle. Instead, she hugged him back.

The chill on the black armor had not yet dissipated, mixed with the strong smell of blood, but it strangely made Song Yan feel extremely at ease.

At this moment, all the fear and worry disappeared, leaving only the gratitude for surviving the disaster.

"Where is Jiaojiao?" Song Yan suddenly remembered something and asked hurriedly.

Shu Changyu let go of him and raised his chin slightly, motioning him to look up.

Song Yan looked up and noticed that there was a small figure following Shu Changyu.

"Jiaojiao!" Song Yan shouted in surprise.

Song Jiaojiao was dressed in military uniform, her little face was covered in blood, but that couldn't hide the light in her eyes.

"Big brother!"

Being able to see Jiaojiao standing in front of him in good health with his own eyes, Song Yan's face showed both excitement and fear.

Especially after experiencing the cruelty of war himself, he was even more worried about Jiaojiao's safety.

As an adult, he could hardly bear the bloodiness of the battlefield. Jiaojiao was only nine years old, yet she had to face such slaughter.

Song Yan really couldn't imagine what Jiaojiao had been going through these days.

He looked Jiaojiao up and down.

The girl has lost weight, her cheeks have become clearer, and there are obvious dark circles under her eyes, which shows that she hasn't had a good rest in recent days.

But those eyes were brighter and sharper than before, like a sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully exposed.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." Song Yan bent down and hugged her small body, with a sob that was difficult to conceal in her voice.

Song Jiaojiao clutched Song Yan's collar tightly with her small hands, hummed muffledly, and her little shoulders trembled slightly.

After these days of fighting and life-and-death experiences, even the toughest children would let down their guard and show a hint of vulnerability.

The brother and sister hugged each other for a while before Song Yan let go of Jiaojiao.

At this time, Song Yuanshan also arrived with his men.

"Dad!" Song Yan went up to him in surprise.

Song Yuanshan was dressed in military uniform, with a look of fighting spirit still on his face. When he saw that his children were safe and sound, a look of relief flashed in his eyes.

"I'm glad everything is alright." He said in a low voice, patted Song Yan's shoulder, and touched Jiao Jiao's head, "Where are Wan Zhou and Zheng Du?"

"Wanzhou is at the rescue center and Zhengdu is at Prince Hui's palace. They are all safe." Song Yan replied quickly.

"Dad, why did you suddenly bring troops to help?" Song Yan asked, "Don't Nanyang Prefecture need to be on guard against Prince Zi?"

If Yunshan County had not been on guard against Prince Zibo taking advantage of the situation, it would have sent troops to Nanyang Prefecture for help long ago, and would not have had to wait so long for Guang'an Prefecture to come back for assistance.

Hearing this, Song Yuanshan's expression suddenly became strange: "Prince Zibo can't come."

Song Yan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"Just three days ago, when Captain Di of the Jizhou Guard was patrolling his area, he ran into Prince Zibo's army sneaking south. He mistook them for bandits and arrested them all."