The First Tyrant of Daxia

Many lieutenant-level generals were jealous.

Who doesn't want to go home?

Who would want to die!

Why haven’t the reinforcements arrived yet?

"General, does the court no longer want us?" someone asked, covered in blood, crying.

With one person taking the lead, all the soldiers stood up in unison, their emotions out of control.

"Why has the messenger who was sent out not returned yet? Why has the imperial court's reinforcements not come to support us?"

"Are you going to wait until we are all dead before sending out the troops?"

"That's right!"

"We can't just sit there aimlessly waiting to die. We have to retreat!"

"..."

Many senior generals looked unhappy and were in a dilemma for a moment...

Boom!

Suddenly, two powerful noises were heard.

It was Xiao Jian who came. He held the sword with one hand and stomped the ground heavily.

The shining armor had already dimmed, his hair was slightly disheveled, and his cheeks were terribly pale, just like a piece of paper or a candle that could be extinguished in the wind at any time!

Everyone knew that the Grand Marshal was injured, but no one knew where Xiao Jian was injured or how serious the injury was.

His appearance slowly made the crying and rioting of the soldiers on the city wall disappear.

"Meet the Generalissimo!"

Everyone began to kneel down in unison.

"General." Someone came forward and wanted to help Xiao Jian.

"Huh?!" Xiao Jian frowned, his rough face full of determination.

He didn't want anyone to help him. He gritted his teeth and walked up the stairs step by step, without letting anyone know that he was seriously injured.

He slowly looked towards the group of soldiers with his tiger eyes.

No one dared to look him in the eye and lowered their heads in shame.

"Do you really want to retreat?"

As soon as the voice fell, the city wall fell into deathly silence.

The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, and the wandering ghosts seem to be singing, making people's scalps tingle.

This place is like a dead city!

Someone gritted his teeth and said in the dark: "General, my three brothers have joined the army, and now I am the only one left. I have an old mother to support at home."

"I can't die here!"

"We have tried our best. If we continue to defend like this, the city will be breached in three days at most, and we will be wiped out!"

"It's better...it's better to retreat, save our strength, and fight back later."

Although the others didn't say anything, their unanimous looks made their attitudes clear.

They couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't stand this hopeless wait for death.

Xiao Jian did not get angry, nor did he scold.

Instead, he said calmly: "You are both right and what you said is correct."

"To be honest, I have parents and children to take care of. I also want to go back, but... I don't dare!" He bit the last few words.

One soldier gritted his teeth and shouted, "Marshal, why?"

"Are you afraid of His Majesty's punishment?"

"We have tried our best. If we continue to fight, we will die!"

"No! Let's retreat, His Majesty will not punish us!" Xiao Jian said heavily, and then coughed violently, his burly body swaying.

It took a great effort for him to stand firm.

"I will tell you why you dare not retreat!"

His eyes widened and his voice was like thunder, pointing into the distance.

"did you see it?"

"A few dozen miles behind Pancheng is the Central Plains. The Xiliang Iron Cavalry only needs one day to reach there."

"And there are our compatriots, our families, and the elderly, weak, women and children of Daxia!"

"If we lose this place, the rebels will be able to march straight in. Let me ask you, have you thought about the consequences?"

Suddenly, the backs of the thousands of soldiers on the city wall felt a chill, their eyes turned complicated, they lowered their heads and said nothing.

Xiao Jian walked towards the city wall, patted it with both hands, and looked at it with a long gaze.

He sighed with emotion: "What a beautiful and beautiful land!"

"If the rebels break through, our hell here will become the hell of the whole Daxia."

"Your family members may not survive."

The soldiers were dead silent, unable to utter a word.

"I will not leave. Your Majesty once said that loyal people are buried everywhere in the green mountains. Why should a man return home wrapped in a shroud?"

"If you want to leave, go ahead."

"Go back and tell His Majesty that I have never brought shame upon him. I fought to the death and the city only fell when all the men died."

Such light words reveal infinite tragedy!

The soldiers felt a lump in their throats and started crying bitterly.

"Grand Marshal, we won't leave!"

"We will fight you to the death!" a general stood up and roared.

Soon after, more and more people were persuaded, and they gritted their teeth and expressed their stance.

"Fight to the death!!"

"Grand Marshal, we will follow you till death!"

Seeing this, Xiao Jian's heart suddenly tightened.

The battle has come to this point, how could he not know that staying would lead to a dead end.

But there is no other way. I would rather die here and cannot retreat!

"Okay, you are all good sons of Da Xia. We will remember you, the younger generation!"

"The court will remember you too!"

"This Marshal promises that I will never live alone!"

Hearing this, the soldiers smiled bitterly.

"Will you really remember us?"

"We requested reinforcements more than a dozen times, but there was not a single reply. We are left here to fend for ourselves."

Xiao Jian frowned and wanted to speak, but his chest suddenly ached violently.

His five fingers grasped the wall tightly, almost crushing the bricks before he could hold on.

"Your Majesty, I will not give up on us. Brothers, trust this Marshal!"

"I guarantee it with my life!"

"Something unexpected must have happened!"

His eyes were bloodshot and he spoke word by word through gritted teeth.

The soldiers' eyes wavered, they stopped saying discouraging words, and gradually regained their confidence.

At this moment!

Suddenly a scout shouted, "Generalissimo, Generalissimo, look, there are several enemy soldiers coming!"

several??

Everyone's expression changed. The siege these days did not involve tens of thousands of Xiliang soldiers. It was too outrageous to involve just a few people.

Xiao Jian quickly ran to the left side of the city wall, his pale cheeks solemn, his tiger eyes scanning down!

In the night, I saw five horses neighing.

They were cavalrymen from Xiliang, and their armor was expensive, so they were obviously high-ranking generals.

Xiao Jian’s eyes opened wide, like a lion’s.

"Zhang Ren, little bastard!!"

"Fire arrows!"

He gave the order decisively.

Clang clank.

The soldiers pulled countless arrows and aimed them at Zhang Ren and others.

But there was no trace of fear on Zhang Ren's elegant face, and he didn't even try to hide.

He looked up at the city wall and smiled humbly.

"Marshal Xiao, are you anxious?"

"Humph!" Xiao Jian snorted coldly: "Does this commander need to be in a hurry?"

"The imperial court's reinforcements will arrive within two days, and by then you will be wiped out!"

Zhang Ren sneered. Although he was dressed in military uniform, it could not conceal his absolute leadership qualities and Confucian style.

"Oh?"

"Imperial reinforcements?"

"The imperial court has sent reinforcements for more than ten days, and has already given up on you. Don't you know it clearly in your hearts?"

Xiao Jian was angry.

He cursed: "Don't talk nonsense, you bastard! The truth will be revealed in two days!"

Zhang Ren's sharp eyes swept across the city wall and he suddenly raised his voice.

"Don't fool yourselves. Let me tell you what's going on."