Four Seas Cloud Moon

Everyone watched Ziying's departing back, gnashing their teeth in anger, their rage practically bursting from their eyes. However, they dared not speak out, and could only forcibly suppress their dissatisfaction and resentment.

Back then, they'd fought bloody battles here for so long, endured countless life-or-death battles. Even if they hadn't achieved any remarkable feats, at least they'd put in tremendous effort and endured immense hardship! And now? Ziying had dismissed all their efforts as worthless, as if everything they'd done was in vain and worthless.

Ziying glanced at everyone expressionlessly and said coldly: "When your commander wakes up, come and report to me immediately. His Majesty has an important order that needs to be conveyed to him by me." After that, he strode out of the tent without looking back, leaving behind a group of soldiers indignant.

In reality, Ziying wasn't as cold-blooded and ruthless as people imagined. Han Cheng had been fighting bravely on the front lines for days, particularly in a fierce battle with the powerful enemy Qian Feihu, where he was severely wounded. Coupled with the long hours of continuous combat, without adequate rest and recuperation, his physical condition deteriorated, and he never fully recovered.

Due to his impatience, blood stasis gradually accumulated in his body. If it could not be forced out of the body in time, it would inevitably have a serious impact on his future health and might even hinder his future military career.

Finally, the next day, Han Cheng slowly awoke. He felt a profound sense of relief, his previously blocked qi and blood flowing more freely. But when Ziying's cold, indifferent face surfaced in his mind, a dull ache involuntarily flared up in his heart.

Han Cheng, filled with anger, had a dark face and veins bulging on his forehead. His eyes were wide open and he waved his hand without hesitation and ordered: "Send out troops to fight again immediately!" The voice exploded in the air like thunder.

The deputy general standing nearby was startled by this and quickly stepped forward, reaching out to stop Han Cheng as he was about to move forward. He said anxiously, "General, wait a minute. His Majesty has an order coming our way. Please be patient."

Hearing this, Han Cheng's steps suddenly stopped, as if fixed in place by an invisible force. He turned his head and glared at the deputy general, his eyes burning with rage. However, despite the resentment and anger in his heart, reason ultimately allowed him to suppress his impulse temporarily.

Just then, Ziying strode in. His expression was solemn, and without further ado, he spoke directly, "The situation here isn't too difficult, and it's relatively easy to handle. However, I need to borrow 10,000 cavalry from you."

Han Cheng was furious when he heard this. He widened his eyes and shouted, "What? You still want to borrow my cavalry? No, absolutely not!"

Seeing this, Ziying knew that Han Cheng was angry and it would be difficult to force him. So, he rolled his eyes and brought Lu Xiaotian to suppress Han Cheng. Ziying said in a deep voice: "This is the order of His Majesty. Do you dare to disobey?"

When Lu Xiaotian was mentioned, Han Cheng's arrogance subsided a little. He gritted his teeth. Although he was still furious, he didn't dare to openly go against Lu Xiaotian's wishes.

Ziying then said, "You should have a good rest these days and recharge your energy. Three days later, we will reorganize the army and capture Qian Feihu and Qian Duoduo, father and son, in one fell swoop." After that, Ziying turned and left, leaving Han Cheng standing there with an unwilling look on his face.

It turned out that Ziying's reason for this arrangement was not to give the enemy Qian Duoduo more opportunities, but rather to wait for the subsequent crossbow carts to arrive on the battlefield. For this operation, Ziying led only 5,000 cavalrymen to arrive first, while the main force continued to advance. These 5,000 cavalrymen were equipped with 10,000 powerful repeating crossbows, some of which Ziying intended to distribute to the 10,000 cavalrymen borrowed from Hancheng.

To help these 10,000 newly recruited cavalry quickly familiarize themselves with and master the use of the repeating crossbow, Ziying divided his 5,000 men into several groups, instructing them individually on how to operate this new weapon and the corresponding tactical techniques. This crossbow was ingeniously designed, capable of firing five arrows in succession. Its long range and powerful lethality made it a truly powerful addition to the highly mobile cavalry.

These past few days, Han Cheng felt like he was sleeping on an iron plate, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and not knowing what Ziying was doing! Until Ziying's army arrived.

Han Cheng had already donned his battle uniform and lined up his troops, but Ziying didn't want to give him a chance to show off. He only allowed him to watch the battle with his lieutenant general and those above the rank of centurion, while the rest returned to camp to rest.

Han Cheng shook his head helplessly and could only follow with a few hundred men. Ziying said as they walked, "General Han, you can't blame anyone else for your failure this time. It's all due to your improper command. As the saying goes, if one soldier is bad, the whole army will be bad too!"

Ziying spoke in a very loud voice, and many people could hear it. Han Cheng was so angry that he almost fell off his horse and came to the front of the battle to form a square formation.

Qian Duoduo, without knowing the consequences, sent Qian Feihu to lead his troops to fight. It was roughly estimated that there were about 40,000 troops, and only 2,000 defenders were left in the city.

Qian Feihu was seen riding a strong black horse, galloping like the wind, waving the King Yu's magic spear in his hand, and shouting loudly: "Hancheng boy, get off the horse and die!" His voice was like thunder, deafening.

Meanwhile, Han Cheng was also seething with rage. He gripped the reins so tightly that his knuckles turned pale from lack of blood. Ziying, standing beside him, glanced at Han Cheng and asked, "Is this the thief who cut off General Zhangbei's arm?"

Han Cheng nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice: "Yes, it is this person. And according to my observation, this guy's martial arts are extremely strong. I am afraid he has already entered the realm of enlightenment. General, you must not underestimate the enemy!" Although the two often quarreled on weekdays, at this critical juncture, no one dared to slack off.

Ziying snorted with disdain, "So what if he's at the Enlightenment Realm? I don't even take such people seriously. General Han, you can come with me into the city before sunset today."

Han Cheng couldn't help but sneer when he heard this, and refuted: "General Ziying, please don't speak so arrogantly, or you will get your tongue twisted by the wind if you speak too much!"

Ziying didn't take it seriously. He laughed heartily and said, "General Han, don't you dare make a bet with me? If you can't enter the city before dark, from now on, I, Ziying, will obey your orders and follow your lead!"

Han Cheng showed no sign of weakness and said loudly, "If I can successfully enter the city before dark, then I, Han Cheng, will be willing to serve you like a slave!"