Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

A soldier commanded everyone to leave this place and disperse to ensure that they would not be caught in one fell swoop.

Indeed, he was very foresighted. After receiving reliable intelligence, King Nanchuan arrived here, but there was no one there.

In other words, there was no one he wanted to see.

The scattered soldiers were like sparks of fire, disappearing into the crowd, yet carrying immense energy. There seemed to be even more soldiers patrolling the city.

The people who returned to the city later closed their doors and only looked out through the cracks in the windows.

city ​​gate.

Su Wanmo didn't hesitate at all and directly ordered the attack on the city.

He Yusui became more and more anxious. There was no good news from the King of Nanchuan for a long time. Those Dongyuan soldiers who were on the loose could become a sharp blade stabbing into Xiqing's heart at any time.

Su Wanmo hoped that they could act as an insider, but he only hoped that they could take care of themselves.

Dongyuan is the most powerful country on this continent, and Xiqing cannot resist it with just cold weapons.

Seeing the crumbling city and the door about to collapse.

He Yusui finally agreed to use a new batch of thermal weapons.

Old cannons were pushed up the city walls.

Su Wanmo saw the rows of black holes with his sharp eyes and felt something was wrong.

A huge gong sounded, and all the soldiers around could hear it clearly.

Whether fast or slow, the soldiers retreated quickly and in an orderly manner.

But how could He Yusui give up such a good opportunity? With a command, 18 cannons fired simultaneously.

The huge force engulfed the soldiers behind it like a tidal wave. The ground shook repeatedly, filtering out those who were still standing.

Although the cannon's range did not reach where Su Wanmo was, the horses had never seen such a scene before, and they all fled in all directions, with people and horses falling in an instant.

It was a real chaos and disorder.

Su Wanmo hugged the horse's neck and pressed his whole body against its back to avoid being thrown off.

Although He Yusui felt that this weapon was somewhat insidious, he was not a hesitant person and bombarded it again and again with artillery fire.

Leave at least half of the Dongyuan soldiers here.

Su Wanmo was heartbroken, but he was still the commander of an army, and half of his soldiers were waiting to go home. He had no choice but to lead this half of the soldiers to retreat, without even looking back.

He Yusui knew that they were trying to escape, so he immediately opened the city gates.

His right hand was raised high, about to be lowered.

Then a soldier reported urgently: "General, inside the city, the Dongyuan soldiers have occupied the south and injured the King of Nanchuan. They are heading towards the city. Most of the brothers in the city have been killed or injured, and they are about to collapse."

He Yusui put down his hand and turned to walk into the city, but he could not let go of this great opportunity.

"Go after it, but do it within your ability."

He Yuqian led his troops in pursuit.

When Su Wanmo saw the people chasing after him, he felt like he had finally vented his anger. Did he really think that Dongyuan only had these few people?

Just in time to catch up.

Su Wanmo is confident, but not narcissistic. He cannot afford to make any mistakes on the battlefield, so he has to be fully prepared.

He Yusui, just wait to have your skin peeled off.

After crossing the valley, He Yuqian couldn't go back.

The soil on the hillside rolled and the rocks collapsed and rolled down.

"kill!"

resounded through the sky.

In addition, there was the anger of the Dongyuan soldiers who had just been bombed and had no ability to fight back.

Seeing that the situation was not good, none of the Xiqing soldiers ran away.

The Dongyuan soldiers used up all their anger, frustration and bloodiness.

Su Wanmo also wanted to cut him into pieces.

But a bold idea came to mind, thinking of the broken limbs on the battlefield and the soldiers who were left there forever.

"Capture them all alive."

The number of soldiers from Yidongyuan here was more than five times that of Xiqing, so capturing them alive was effortless.

"We're going to take the soldiers from Dongyuan home. Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid, not afraid."

"Take them home, go home."

……

He led his troops forward resolutely despite the objections of his deputy generals.

He knew that there were things he should and shouldn't do, and putting himself in danger was irresponsible, but he had to do it. The morale of the army must not be broken, so what did it matter as long as he didn't die?

Su Wanmo would never think that the captives in his hands alone could be used to exchange for the wounded soldiers. He knew He Yusui well. He was not a famous gentleman, but he was not so sinister, cunning, fickle, and selfish.

Moreover, if Xiqing really had such a large number of powerful weapons, why would they only bring them out when the city gate was about to be breached? And why would they not bring any weapons with them when only such a small number of people were chasing them?

He even had reason to suspect that the reason why He Yusui did not come in person and did not even see the King of Nanchuan was because he had someone else in the city and was unable to leave.

Besides, the Dongyuan soldiers in the city did not show up during the battle between the two armies, and there was not even the slightest movement, which might not be a bad thing.

So if I go back now and catch them off guard, I don't ask for too much. As long as I can get back the wounded, it should be fine. If it really doesn't work, I will force these people to go back. By then, it will not only be me who will be anxious.

Outside the Yangcheng city gate, Xiqing soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.

Looking at the Dongyuan soldiers whose hands and feet were blown off but still wriggling on the ground, or the corpses whose faces were already unrecognizable, with their brains splattered on the ground and their intestines turned out, and the living people who still had a breath.

A huge sense of relief arose in my heart. I was relieved that I was a Xiqing person, relieved that those cannons were not aimed at me, and that it was not me lying on the ground.

Everything here was several times more tragic than usual, and I couldn't help but feel at a loss as to what to do. Facing the faint gasps and calls for help coming towards me, I stood there at a loss as to what to do.

They are like abandoned, homeless, incomplete children whose parents leave them to fend for themselves, but it is obvious that they will not live long.

The sound of horse hooves came from afar. The Dongyuan soldiers lying on the ground waiting to die looked in the direction of the sound and saw their familiar generals sitting high on their horses.

I felt like I saw the only light in my life, and warmth came from my heart. My hands and feet, which were almost cold, and my already scattered consciousness, seemed to be making a final struggle.

Without exception, they were all curious whether this was true.

The sound is getting louder, the figure is getting closer, and the eyes are getting brighter.

The wounded soldier with a broken leg used the stick of his sword as a crutch and staggered towards his own light.

More and more people stood up, and some even had broken limbs in their hands. They didn't know whose they were holding, but they took them involuntarily.

This scene was very strange, especially for the Xiqing soldiers who were standing on the city wall overlooking everything.

Apart from the initial weirdness and horror, there was only deep shock left. They were also soldiers defending the country, so of course they could empathize with them.

Everyone on the city wall watched with bated breath, and no one made a sound to break the solemnity and respect.

They no longer felt any resentment in their hearts, no longer resented being conscripted soldiers, no longer resented not having seen their families for several years.

Because they are not flesh and blood, being watched, admired, respected and remembered by others may be the original thoughts of those volunteers.

This will also be the thought of all the soldiers who have been waiting for that day to come, even if it is just a fleeting moment before death.