The Myth of Daqin: The Soul of Yi Xiaochuan

Meng Yi walked out of the East Courtyard quickly with a serious expression, knowing that time was running out.

As soon as he went out, he hurriedly gathered everyone.

Not long after, Han Xin, Li Ziwei, Meng Xin and other capable generals rushed over after hearing the news.

Meng Yi looked around at everyone, took a deep breath, and began to make arrangements in an orderly manner. "Time is running out. I'll discuss this with you on the way. Ziwei, arrange for someone to check on my eldest brother's whereabouts. Zhongyan and Mengxin, you two, prepare dry food, horses, and weapons."

Li Ziwei bowed and replied, "As you command!" He turned and left with steady and quick steps.

Meng Xin patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, General! We will have all the food, horses, and weapons ready!"

Meng Yi nodded slightly and continued, "This mission is urgent and crucial. Brothers, please give it your all!"

Everyone responded in unison: "Yes!"

After some detailed arrangements, everyone was clear about their responsibilities.

After giving the instructions, Meng Yi turned around without any delay and rode his horse towards the northern camp.

Along the way, the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky, stirring up countless flying dust.

After arriving at the Beidi camp, Meng Yi found Meng Yuan.

After the two met, without much time for greetings, Meng Yi briefly explained the current emergency situation to Meng Yuan.

After hearing this, Meng Yuan immediately mobilized fifty battle-hardened guards and quickly prepared excellent horses and sufficient dry food for them.

Meng Yi looked at Meng Yuan gratefully and said, "Thank you for your help, second brother!"

Meng Yuan patted Meng Yi on the shoulder and said, "Brothers, no need to thank me! I need to guard the barracks for you, big brother. Your safety is in your hands."

Meng Yi held Meng Yuan's hand tightly, and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Don't worry, second brother. Even if it costs me my life, I will definitely keep you safe!"

Meng Yuan shook his head and said, "No, you and my brother must be safe!"

Meng Yi nodded solemnly, and then everyone got on their horses.

Everything was ready, and the team rushed towards Xianyang like an arrow.

Meng Yuan, who was left behind, stood quietly in the same place, looking at the team that was getting farther and farther away.

He clenched his fists and prayed silently in his heart: "Brother, Brother Yi, you must return safely!"

Along the way, Meng Tian saw the people along the way.

Although their lives seemed stable, their faces revealed a deep sense of fatigue.

Meng Tian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The continuous wars year after year really made the people suffer.

Just as Meng Tian and his party were slowly walking towards a quiet valley in Shangjun, suddenly, a sharp wind whistled past.

Immediately afterwards, a group of assassins dressed in black and wearing black scarves emerged from all directions like ghosts, with nearly a hundred of them.

Each of these assassins was agile and moved like the wind. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded Meng Tian and others.

"Protect the general!" The thirty guards beside Meng Tian shouted in unison upon seeing this. They moved swiftly and closely around Meng Tian, ​​forming an impenetrable line of defense.

Meng Tian's face was solemn. He drew the sword from his waist without hesitation and stared closely at the assassin rushing towards him. The long sword in his hand flashed with an icy cold light in the sunlight.

The assassins were not afraid at all. They waved all kinds of sharp weapons in their hands, let out low roars, and pounced towards Meng Tian.

Their movements were as swift as lightning and extremely ferocious, and their coordination with each other was seamless, just like a group of hungry wolves madly pouncing on their long-coveted prey.

In an instant, the only sound in the entire valley was the crisp sound of weapons clashing, which resounded through the sky and sparks flew everywhere.

Meng Tian was surrounded by enemies and sharp blades, and was in danger all around.

However, he remained calm in the face of danger, and relying on his superb martial arts and outstanding combat experience, he blocked and attacked left and right, and time and time again resolved the assassins' fierce attacks.

"Who ordered you assassins?" Meng Tian asked angrily, his voice like thunder, echoing in the valley.

"Give me your life!" An assassin responded with a sneer, and stabbed Meng Tian's throat with the dagger in his hand.

Meng Tian dodged to the side and swung his sword, cutting off the assassin's arm.

The assassin screamed and fell to the ground, his clothes stained with blood.

"How many people are left? Let's go together!" Meng Tian's voice was full of majesty. He had been injured in many places, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

"General, please leave quickly, we will cover your retreat!" a personal guard shouted anxiously, his face full of worry and determination.

"No, let's go together!" Meng Tian shouted loudly.

Meng Tian took a deep breath and swung his sword again, charging at the assassin. His movements were like a tiger descending from the mountain, each strike carrying boundless power and murderous intent.

The assassins were intimidated by Meng Tian's momentum, and their attacks began to become a little panicked.

"Kill!" Meng Tian roared, his voice like a war drum, inspiring his guards to fight bravely.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the valley, and a group of cavalry came galloping like a whirlwind.

One of the guards recognized Meng Yi and shouted excitedly, "General, it's the young general. It's the young general who has brought people to support us."

"Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived, let's kill them!" A happy smile appeared on Meng Tian's face.

The arrival of reinforcements instantly reversed the situation, and the assassins began to flee.

It turned out that after Meng Yi came out of the northern camp, he was extremely anxious and kept urging everyone to speed up and run all the way. They traveled day and night, and after inquiring from many sources, they finally got the news of Meng Tian and his party's whereabouts.

"Don't let them run away!" Meng Tian led the guards to chase after them.

After a fierce battle, several assassins escaped, and the rest were either killed or committed suicide. No one survived.

Meng Tian looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, his heart filled with confusion. His eyes revealed a deep contemplation, as if he was trying to understand the truth behind it all.

At this time, Meng Yi hurriedly rode his horse to Meng Tian's side, his face full of anxiety and concern.

He shouted loudly, "Brother, are you okay?" There was a slight tremor in his voice, revealing his inner uneasiness.

Meng Tian turned his head and looked at Meng Yi, a relieved smile on his face. His voice was slightly low, but full of determination: "Brother Yi, you are here..."

However, before he could finish his words, Meng Tian's body suddenly went limp, as if knocked down by an invisible force. His hands loosened the reins feebly, and his body began to tilt to one side, as if he had lost the strength to support himself.

Meng Yi's face turned pale instantly, his eyes widened, and he looked at Meng Tian in horror. He quickly reached out and tried to grab Meng Tian's arm to prevent him from falling off the horse.

"Brother! Brother!" Meng Yi's voice was filled with despair and fear. His heart beat rapidly, as if he could hear his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Meng Tian's body continued to tilt, his vision gradually became blurred, and his consciousness began to blur. He tried hard to stay awake, but the fatigue and pain in his body made it impossible for him to hold on any longer.

At this tense moment, the atmosphere around became extremely solemn.

The wind blew across the battlefield, stirring up dust all over the ground.