Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

The capital was shaken, and thousands of soldiers poured into the city from all directions.

The shouts of battle continued incessantly, and the clash of swords raged on for a long time.

Upon hearing the noise, the people closed their doors and windows tightly, not daring to investigate.

The leader of the guards fought a bloody battle, his three-foot-long sword already stained with blood.

The officers and soldiers who rushed forward were no match for him.

Zhao Wanjun's official broadsword, which she used year-round, had many nicks and chips.

She immediately discarded her sword, spurred her horse, and snatched a spear from a soldier.

Zhao Wanjun stood on horseback, spear in hand. As she wielded her spear, she was like a god of war, causing blood to splatter and flesh to fly everywhere in the street.

The soldiers and officers dared not engage in battle and retreated in droves.

A squad of shield-bearing soldiers suddenly charged out from the front and side, attempting to strike the warhorses and knock several men off.

The last remaining brother beside the leader of the guards pulled on the reins and charged directly into the ranks of shield-bearers!

"Boss, looks like it's my turn!"

The guard, who also appeared to be a young man, forced a smile and charged into the ranks of soldiers with only his sword.

A hint of fear flickered in his eyes, but he gripped the horse's flanks tightly and did not back down.

The alley is only three or four meters wide, with limited space.

The warhorse charged in, stepping into the ranks of shield-bearing soldiers, instantly disrupting their formation.

The shield bearers thrust their spears at the warhorses, piercing the figure on the horses as well.

The warhorse let out a mournful cry, blood flowed all over the ground, and it died instantly.

Although the figure was crying out in pain, it clung tightly to the spear that had pierced it, refusing to let go.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his body was covered in bloody wounds.

The men's warhorses passed through smoothly.

The sergeant of the shield-bearers was extremely annoyed. If this man hadn't desperately stopped them, the great achievement would have been theirs!

The sergeant gritted his teeth, as if venting his anger, and ordered the shield bearers: Chop this man to pieces!

The shield bearers were unwilling to treat the man so cruelly, but they could not defy the orders from above, and could only keep slashing and stabbing the already stiff figure in front of them with their spears.

Until he was chopped into pieces.

"Old Eleventh...!"

Ahead, warhorses galloped wildly, and the commander of the guards looked up and sighed.

He no longer knew the extent of his inner pain.

But he knew that he couldn't let go of the chance to live that his brother had risked his life for!

The gates of the capital are now right before our eyes!

In the palace, the prime minister, who was sleeping soundly with women on his left and right, was awakened.

Upon hearing that Emperor Qian was indeed not dead and had appeared in the capital and been rescued, he was furious.

"Useless, a bunch of useless trash!"

"These traitors actually managed to carve up most of the capital?!"

"If he gets out alive, I will behead the entire garrison of the capital!!!"

The minister was furious, and even somewhat lost his mind.

His long-planned rebellion was thwarted by the Xu Kingdom, and the officials sent to search for Emperor Qian were hesitant to act against the officials in the capital.

Now, Emperor Qian has been rescued, but they have actually fought their way to the gates of the capital!

For a fleeting moment, this ruthless prime minister even thought that the Qian Kingdom was truly doomed.

Everything is ruined.

The minister pushed aside the maid who was tightening his belt and hurriedly went out.

"Guards! I will personally lead the troops to capture the thieves!"

At the main gate of the capital city.

Hundreds of soldiers stood ready for battle.

The garrison captain's voice was deep:

"No one is to open the city gates without my order!"

Many of the soldiers guarding the city responded.

Among the crowd, a tall, fierce-looking soldier's eyes flickered.

But he still responded loudly to his superior's orders.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually approached.

The soldiers were on high alert, their weapons already drawn.

Two warhorses appeared around the corner. The riders, seeing the heavily guarded city gate, gritted their teeth, disregarded everything, and charged straight ahead.

The garrison commander shouted, "Stop them!"

"The order is that whoever kills the thieves will be rewarded with one hundred taels of gold!"

Nearly half of the soldiers immediately charged forward.

A hundred taels of gold would be enough for these poor soldiers to live a life of lavish feasting!

Dozens of soldiers charged toward the warhorses.

The two sides clashed, and a fierce battle ensued.

The sergeant stared wide-eyed, sensing something was amiss:

"Why are there only these two?"

"Wasn't it said that the thief was trying to save someone?"

Just as he was having doubts, the sound of horses' hooves came from an alley not far to the side!

As night faded and the sky grew hazy, darkness descended.

In the shadows, the figure that rushed out was like a ghost.

"kill!"

Led by the commander of the guards, he roared, his voice like a tiger's howl, and charged out!

Behind him, Emperor Qian and the Zhao family, along with their husbands, followed closely on horseback.

Zhao Wanjun remained at the rear, her long spear now stained thoroughly with blood!

Before the soldiers could react, they were instantly charged into the middle of the crowd by several warhorses!

The garrison captain, standing at the back of the crowd with the city gate right behind him, became increasingly anxious:

"Stop them!"

"Stop them, all of you!"

The soldiers crowded together and slashed at the figure on the warhorse with their blades.

The guard leader was like a savage dragon, his three-foot-long sword flashing with faint silver-white shadows. His swordsmanship was so fierce that the soldiers had no choice but to retreat.

Zhao Wanjun, behind her, used her spear to thrust, slash, and smash, displaying her martial arts skills to the fullest.

The two men, one in front and one behind, protected Emperor Qian and the Zhao couple.

Zhao Tianya also carried a knife, slashing and hacking as he tried his best to defend against any missed attacks.

Zhao's mother, Huang Shuya, held her husband tightly in one arm. She did not scream because of the fighting, and even occasionally used her whip to drive back the approaching soldiers.

"Boss, it's all yours now!"

From the rear, where the soldiers had rushed, came a mournful shout.

Then, there was no further movement.

The two deliberately lured the enemy away, drawing away dozens of soldiers and greatly reducing the pressure on the guard leader and others.

The leader of the guards let out a long howl, the sound echoing all around, hoarse and desolate.

His lips were trembling, not because of his physical injuries, but because of the grief in his heart.

"Fifth brother, seventh brother..."

A single tear silently rolled down the cheek of the leader of the guards, mingling with the bloodstains on his face.

He roared, and the blade moved even more swiftly, as if it had no end in sight.

Zhao Wanjun's eyes were also red, grieving for the heroic sacrifice of these good men.

She was also in pain.

Because the soldiers she is killing are all, like her, people of the Qian Kingdom!

Even some of them were people she had known since her days working in the capital!

Unfortunately, they were on different sides and served different masters!

Emperor Qian and Prime Minister Wang only had one chance to choose.

Now, all that's left is slaughter!

Blood splattered under the blades, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere as the group charged forward relentlessly, like a cold meat grinder.

The nearly one hundred soldiers guarding the city gate were so badly killed that some dared not advance.

They retreated slowly, but blocked the path in front of the group, constantly wearing them down with their spears and halberds.

Behind them, the dozens of soldiers slowly returned towards the gates of the capital.

It looked like they were about to be surrounded and killed.

Squeak—!

The city gate suddenly opened a crack.

Their eyes gleamed, and they mustered their strength again, charging towards the city gate to fight.

The soldiers were shocked and retreated while looking over.

A bald, burly man removed the bolt and desperately pulled the city gate open completely.

He took off his helmet, stood at the city gate, and knelt down fiercely in the direction of Zhao Wanjun!

The bald man had a face full of fat, but his expression was one of guilt.

"Director Zhao!"

"I, Bald Liu, betrayed you back then, almost causing your death in the capital, all because your mother was being coerced!"

"Now, I'm repaying you for your past kindness!"