"General Changwei!"
A member of the Nangong rebel army who witnessed the scene cried out in shock.
The cavalry of the Hei Feng Camp seized the opportunity to shout loudly.
"General Changwei is dead!"
"General Changwei was killed by the commander of the Hei Feng Camp!"
"Brothers! Their undefeated general has already died at the hands of our young commander! Everyone charge! Kill this gang of rebels!"
The morale of the Hei Feng Camp continued to soar. Even though everyone was on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion, they clenched their teeth tightly, preventing the Nangong rebels from seeing even the slightest hint of fatigue.
The surrounding Nangong rebels witnessed Changwei’s assassination firsthand, and those who couldn’t see from afar didn’t matter because Gu Jiao directly skewered the man with a spear, hanging him high in the air.
"This is your General Changwei! He has lost his life at my hands!"
The youthful voice was filled with killing intent, resounding through the deafening battlefield.
General Changwei had never been defeated, yet now he fell to the hands of an inexperienced young man!
The boy’s battle armor shimmered in the silver-white moonlight.
Everyone was momentarily dazed, as if... a new generation of war god had been born after Xuanyuan Li!
The Nangong rebel army’s morale was already extremely low, and General Changwei’s defeat became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
In front were the Xuanyuan cavalry wielding slaughter knives; behind was the invisible cutting wall of Snow Silk. Some soldiers, in terror and panic, jumped into the lake.
But as soon as people jumped in, the arrows from Cheng Fugui and others shot over like taking souls. Within a few breaths, the lake surface was awash with blood.
The massive battlefield had become a slaughterhouse for the Hei Feng Camp, with each Nangong rebel soldier turned into a lamb awaiting slaughter. More tragically, they were leaderless, their morale plummeted, and had long lost the will to resist.
They could only wait for death in despair.
"Brothers! Even in death, we must take one with us! Let these Hei Feng riders die with us!"
Some were indeed bold enough.
But Gu Jiao wouldn’t give them the chance to take the Hei Feng riders with them to the grave.
Gu Jiao shouted sternly, "Surrender, and you won’t be killed! If anyone resists stubbornly, kill without mercy!"
These words, without a doubt, offered the rebels a single path to life amidst despair.
One of them threw down the weapon in his hand.
Soon, there was a second one.
Shortly after, a third appeared.
Who would willingly choose death when given the choice of surrender or death?
Gu Jiao instructed the cavalry beside him, "Seize their chariots!"
The night was not over yet.
...
At the City Lord’s Residence, the Nangong family head was about to retire for the night when an urgent report came from scouts outside the courtyard: "City Lord—it’s not good—not good—"
The Nangong family head frowned, donned an outer robe, and walked out of the house. Seeing the scout tumble into the courtyard in a state of panic, he said in a deep voice, "What happened that has you in such a frenzy? Is there no discipline left?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
The scout looked at the Nangong family head with tear-filled eyes, "City Lord! General Changwei... General Changwei..."
The Nangong family head’s eyes darkened, "What about General Changwei?"
The scout wiped his tears and said in a choked voice, "General Changwei was killed by the Hei Feng Camp’s commander!"
"What?" The Nangong family head’s face changed dramatically. He stared blankly for a long moment before speaking in utter disbelief, "Did you make a mistake? How could General Changwei die at the hands of a young boy!"
This was quite an arrogant statement. Was that young boy an ordinary boy? He killed Nangong Li and captured Nangong Ze alive. How was it strange that General Changwei fell to him?
However, the scout understood that the Nangong family head was not questioning the one-on-one ability. After all, this was a war, and the Nangong family had an absolute advantage in military strength. How could they easily lose?
Moreover, General Changwei claimed to have a way to deal with Hei Feng riders—
The scout said anxiously, "City Lord, I didn’t make a mistake! This matter is absolutely true. Xiao Liulang killed General Changwei, and tens of thousands of troops have become captives! Xiao Liulang seized our chariots and is rushing toward our East City Gate! City Lord! Let me escort you away!"
The Nangong family head said coldly, "Nonsense! Who said I would leave!"
The scout earnestly advised, "City Lord! Quyang City’s troops have all been deployed, and there are only about three thousand defenders left in the city, not enough to contend with twenty thousand cavalry! As long as Green Mountain remains, there’s no fear of running out of firewood! City Lord! Leave overnight!"
The Nangong family head gripped his outer coat tightly, the veins on his forehead bulging, "Where is the Fourth?"
In the Fourth’s hands, there were five thousand cavalry. If they could return from the North City Gate and take advantage of Quyang City’s defensible and difficult-to-attack nature, it wouldn’t be impossible to block the Hei Feng riders.
They wouldn’t need to hold out for long; in three days, the army of Liang Country would be breaking through the Yanmen Pass and heading straight for Quyang City!
At that time, they could coordinate from inside and outside with Liang Country’s army and make sure the Hei Feng riders were utterly destroyed!
Woo—
A distant, muffled horn sounded from the horizon, as if Quyang City had been torn open by a crack, enveloped in an endless battle.
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