After crossing, I was forced to hold on to my thighs and build a kingdom

Over the next two days, everything in the army was normal, except for the quartermaster in charge of logistics, who began to work tirelessly, quietly shipping carts of purchased food and fodder to the north.

That evening, the soldiers finished their training half an hour early. General Liu, who had not been seen for several days, went up to the reviewing stand in the middle of the parade ground under the leadership of General Ye.

The captains of thousands and centurions each stood in front of their own squads, standing respectfully and solemnly. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers behind them were like towering mountains, standing proudly and silently.

Ye Jinxuan stood tall and straight on the high platform. His eyes were as sharp as torches as he slowly swept over the soldiers in armor and with agile postures below the platform.

The young man had a stern face, revealing a hint of grief and indignation. His voice was low but very penetrating, instantly breaking the silence of the school grounds.

"My fellow soldiers, we were defeated in last year's battle. It was a great shame and humiliation. It was all because of Chen Tianyao's cowardice and fear of the enemy. He fled like a rat, missing the opportunity to fight. As a result, we were thrown into disarray by the Western Rong bandits and tragically lost Floating Cloud City, which we had defended for decades and poured countless efforts into."

"We, the passionate men of the Northwest, have always considered it our duty to defend our territory and our ambition to serve our country. We never expected this incident to bring us shame and the stigma of abandoning the city, which has tarnished our reputation and made us misunderstood by the world."

Having said this, Ye Jinxuan raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, as if recalling the tragedy of the past.

After a moment, he abruptly retracted his gaze, staring at the crowd below, and asked loudly, "Brothers, have you forgotten the humiliation of losing Floating Cloud City in the past?"

The soldiers below the stage were already seething with anger. Upon hearing their commander's words, their chests heaved violently, their eyes blazing with rage as they shouted in unison, "We dare not forget for even a moment!"

The sounds gathered together, like waves crashing against the shore, echoing for a long time in the sky above the training ground, as if cheering for the grief, indignation and indomitable spirit.

In this excited state, General Liu Zhongquan stepped forward steadily.

The middle-aged man had a strong physique, and his armor shone with a cold and hard luster under the sunlight, reflecting his resolute face.

He strode to the front of the stage, surveyed the assembled soldiers, and then loudly demanded, "The shame of the past is like a thorn in our side, and must never be forgotten! Brothers, are you willing to join us as we march north, drive the barbarians from the Western Rong region, and recapture the long-cherished Floating Cloud City, avenging the humiliation of our Northwestern Army losing the city?"

After saying this, General Liu looked down and waited for everyone's response, his eyes full of anticipation and fighting spirit.

"Kill the bandits! Seize Fuyun, defend the territory, and protect the people on the border!" An unknown soldier shouted in a low voice.

The next moment, hundreds of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison: "We are willing to follow the general north to kill the bandits, seize Fuyun, defend the territory, and protect the people on the border! We will avenge our previous humiliation and defend the reputation of our Northwest Army!"

The heroic voices gathered into a tremendous force, circling back and forth above the parade ground, as if declaring to the heaven and earth their indomitable fighting spirit and determination to win.

The military flags around were fluttering, and they were also flying in the wind because of this passionate oath.

"A hundred battles in the yellow sand wear out my golden armor, and I will not return until I have conquered Loulan! Since that is the case, we will march north soon to seize my floating clouds!"

Amidst the powerful and solemn voice, Liu Zhongquan's battle-hardened and resolute face showed his first smile of the day.

The night was like a huge piece of black silk, pressing heavily down on the earth, covering the entire Floating Cloud City tightly.

In the silence, only the light footsteps of the Northwest Army soldiers could be heard, like ghosts in the dark night, quietly approaching the city.

As they approached the city gate, the team responsible for storming the gate appeared like ghosts.

They had a clear division of labor. Some used special tools to dismantle the locks on the city gates, their movements slow but anxious; others looked around vigilantly, with crossbows in their hands, ready to shoot any enemy patrols that might appear.

Not long after, with a slight "creak", the heavy city gate slowly loosened.

At the same time, the enemy sentry on the city wall seemed to have noticed something and was about to shout an alarm, but the archers of the Northwest Army lurking at the foot of the city wall were quick-eyed and quick-handed, and shot a volley of sharp arrows, accurately piercing the sentry's throat, blocking the warning that was about to come out.

In an instant, the main force of the Northwest Army poured in from the city gate like a tide, and the sound of killing rang out everywhere.

The shouts and cries of killing instantly broke the silence of the night, and the sleeping Xirong people suddenly fell into panic.

They fumbled for their weapons in a panic, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

Some of them were disheveled and even jumped off the bed barefoot, knocking over the tables and chairs in the tent in a hurry, making crackling sounds.

In the panic, someone mistakenly took his companion's weapon. When he found out, he could only scramble for it with regret on his face.

The streets and alleys in the city instantly became a battlefield, and the soldiers of the Northwest Army bravely took the lead.

They brandished swords and spears, slashing at enemies and stabbing at bandits, leaving blood splattered wherever they went.

The war horses neighed, and the sound of their hooves hitting the ground made the stone road creak.

The riders charged forward with the help of horsepower, as if they were in an empty space, and shattered the enemy's already hastily weak defense line in just one move.

The firelight illuminated their stern faces and the gleaming cold weapons. As their companions continued to fall in pools of blood, the Xirong people were completely thrown into disarray.

Some people began to flee in all directions, completely ignoring the officers' scolding; some knelt down and begged for mercy, throwing away their weapons, just to save their lives.

The entire city fell into unprecedented chaos. The once arrogant Western Rong people were now like lambs to be slaughtered, falling one after another under the swords and guns of the Northwest Army.

The little prince of Xirong, Garsu, who was heavily drunk and had just been awakened by his subordinates in panic, looked at the Xirong soldiers who were in a mess like headless flies. He was so angry that his hands and feet were shaking and his eyes were red.

He brandished his horse whip and lashed out at a Rong soldier who was fleeing in panic, cursing bitterly, "Coward!"

The subordinates urged him urgently, "Master, the enemy army is coming in large numbers tonight, and it's obvious they are well prepared. We are outnumbered, and our soldiers have suffered heavy casualties. If we continue to defend, we will only end up losing the city and losing lives.

"The most urgent thing is to retreat from the city first. Once we return to the royal court and see the king, we will regroup and fight back to avenge today's vengeance!"

"I won't leave! I'm going to kill those treacherous and cunning bastards!"

Looking at his tribesmen falling one after another, Garsu was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot and his face turned ashen.

Seeing more Han soldiers coming like a tide, his subordinates didn't bother to persuade him anymore. He whipped Garsu's mount hard. The horse felt the pain and neighed, galloping towards the city gate.

Su Cheng'an and his Qingyun Guards followed closely behind Ye Jinxuan and slowly entered the city with the large army.

Seeing Garsu on his horse from afar, Ye Jinxuan's eyes suddenly became stern, and the next moment he chased after his enemy not far away.

"Garisu, where are you running to!"

He shouted loudly and charged forward with the spear in his hand.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!

Garsu, who had fought with Ye Jinxuan several times, suddenly saw Ye Jinxuan. His pupils shrank and he swung a whip at Ye Jinxuan.

Ye Jinxuan quickly lowered his body to avoid the whip swung by the other party.

The spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, piercing straight out with a "whoosh" sound. The tip of the spear was wrapped in the whistling wind and accurately pierced Garsu's throat.

Garsu's face changed drastically, and in a panic, he dodged sideways to avoid the fatal shot.

He did not want to fight any longer, so he rode his horse at full speed out of the city, still making bold statements.

"Haha, Sheng Xuan, I'll come back to take your life someday!"

Ye Jinxuan wanted to chase him again, but the horse he was riding was not as majestic as the other one. He was so angry that his eyes turned red, and he could only watch Garsu shouting wildly as he went away.

At this moment, a long arrow with white tail feathers flew past his ear. Garsu, who had just been laughing, suddenly shook and his laughter stopped abruptly.

The arrow pierced his right shoulder diagonally, frightening Garisu so much that he didn't even dare to turn his head. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain as he galloped away, leaving only a faint whisper in the wind: "One day, I will avenge this!"

Su Cheng'an threw the longbow in his hand to the Qingyun Guard beside him, turned to Ye Jinxuan and asked, "Who is this person?"

"He is the young prince of Xirong, Garisu, and also my enemy."

Ye Jinxuan turned around and looked at Su Cheng'an with surprise and gratitude in his eyes, "I only knew that the prince was skilled in military skills, but I didn't expect that he was also a good archer!"

Su Cheng'an's expression remained unchanged, with only a hint of regret in his eyes: "It's a pity that he escaped. But this arrow I shot tonight will make him suffer when I get back."

He looked at the tall city wall in front of him and calmly comforted Ye Jinxuan: "Fortunately, Floating Cloud City is now finally back in our hands!"