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Chapter 311 Follow Me to Break This Situation

Duan Rong shot an arrow at it.

Although Zhao Yong couldn't stop him, he still held a sliver of hope.

He certainly hoped that the arrow would hit Huyan Kule, so that they would no longer have to guard the border and he could return to the capital to be with his wife and daughters.

The arrows flew very fast, demonstrating the archer's skill.

But suddenly, people with shields appeared on both sides and blocked the attack.

Along with that came flames from all sides.

The shield opened, and Huyan Kule arrogantly shook his head.

"This young man has a fiery temper, just like the men of our Western Xia! It's just that he's still a bit lacking in brains."

Duan Rong gritted his teeth and looked around. There were at least tens of thousands of them, and their three thousand men were no match for them...

He should have listened to Ran's sister; he shouldn't have acted so rashly.

Huyan Kule dismissed the shield-bearers, his gaze defiant: "This was prepared for you by my youngest son. How do you say it in Chinese again..."

He thought for a while.

Zhao Yong silently recited in his mind: "The Empty City Stratagem."

The next moment, Huyan Kule also uttered the phrase "empty city ploy".

Duan Rong shouted, "Despicable!"

“We, the Western Xia people, are brave and skilled in battle. We never thought of resorting to underhanded tactics! It was you Han people who started the scheme. If we’re talking about despicable acts, we are ashamed of ourselves!” A man stepped out from beside Huyan Khan, his eyes gleaming with dark gold.

Huyan Kule nodded in satisfaction and looked at Taiji (the crown prince).

Huyan Ming – Huyan Kule's successor.

Duan Rong asked anxiously, "What have you done to the general?!"

Hu Yanming's eyes gleamed: "It's nothing, just inviting him to drink some of our Western Xia's strong liquor."

He added, "Instead of worrying about General Xiao, you should worry about your own situation."

Unlike Duan Rong, Zhao Yong was not impatient. He asked, "What do you want?"

“It’s very simple,” Hu Yanming said. “We Western Xia people have always fought fairly.”

He pointed at Duan Rong, his eyes mocking: "You two shall duel here, and whoever wins will live."

Duan Rong cursed again: "Despicable!"

Huyan Ming didn't take it seriously: "After this leak, the Khan and I will see the results, otherwise our ten thousand battalions (warriors) will not show any mercy."

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Duan Rong slammed his bow to the ground: "What should we do!"

For a moment, no one spoke; the soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment at this sudden turn of events.

Zhao Yong paused for a moment, then said, "My daughter should be about your age now. Her name is Zhao Ning. If you have the chance, please go back to Beijing and visit her for me..."

"And Li Niang, I haven't seen her for almost ten years, I wonder how she's doing..." His voice trembled for a moment.

Duan Rong yelled, "If you want to see it, go back and see it yourself! I'm not going to go for you!"

“There’s no better way.” Zhao Yong lowered his eyes and drew the sword from his side.

Duan Rong pushed Zhao Yong with all his might, and the latter fell to the ground, his sword falling beside him.

"General Xiao said! Our soldiers would rather die in battle than kill each other, let alone commit suicide!"

“We have three thousand soldiers! I have to visit the families of every single one of them. How can I possibly visit them all…” Duan Rong closed his eyes, his expression filled with sorrow.

Zhao Yong sat on the ground, utterly desperate.

He was a soldier trained by Xiao Mu, rising from soldier to general. He and these soldiers had long been like brothers, and he even regarded the younger ones as his own children.

How could he watch these children die?!

Just when he was in despair, someone suddenly knelt down in front of him.

He looked up and saw a young soldier. He recognized him; he was the child who had picked fruit for him a few days ago.

At this moment, the soldier's face was full of determination: "Uncle Zhao, we are not afraid!"

"Yes!" A number of soldiers arrived in scattered groups, all of them young men who had received Zhao Yong's care.

"We are not afraid to die!"

"Let's fight our way out!"

A tear fell from Zhao Yong's eye, and suddenly laughter came from above.

Duan Rong stretched out a hand: "You're such an old man, why are you still crying!"

Duan Rong was also a child he watched grow up, even closer to him than his own daughter.

Zhao Yong suddenly laughed and wiped away a tear: "I just got some snow in my eyes."

He grasped that hand.

He stood up and mounted his horse.

Instead of despair, their faces radiated the passion of fierce battle, much like the fervent expressions on the faces of the three thousand soldiers.

He roared, "My men! Follow me and break this deadlock!"