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Chapter 109 I know you, Eighth Prince, are not afraid of death
Lü Bu understood Fang Xuanling's meaning.

Fang Xuanling was simply afraid that the 100,000-strong Northern Camp Divine Martial Guard army led by Marquis Weiwu would suffer too many losses, and that after Lü Bu succeeded Marquis Weiwu, he would not have enough troops to deal with the Yellow Heaven Sect.

In the end, just like Grand Tutor Wen Zhong and Marquis Wei Wu, he was defeated by the Yellow Heaven Sect and followed in their footsteps.

But is this possible?
He, Lü Bu, was no match for Grand Tutor Wen Zhong or Marquis Weiwu.

In Lu Bu's eyes, the mere Yellow Heaven Sect was nothing but grass, not to mention that the 100,000 troops led by Marquis Weiwu had suffered more than half casualties.

Even if the losses were greater, Lü Bu would not bring a single member of the Southern Camp Divine Martial Guard's army to quell the rebellion.

With three thousand Bingzhou wolf cavalry, Lü Bu was able to dominate the four northern provinces.

Eradicating the Yellow Heaven Cult would be a piece of cake.

Lü Bu left the state government office.

He left Yanzhou City with only three thousand Bingzhou wolf cavalrymen and headed towards the four northwestern prefectures.

A cloud of dust billowed into the sky as the horse galloped away into the distance.

……

Xi'an Prefecture, the prefectural city.

This city, which had just buried Grand Tutor Wen Zhong's army that had been sent to provide disaster relief and quell the rebellion, and where Grand Tutor Wen Zhong had died in battle, has now once again plunged the imperial army into a desperate situation.

Originally, after Grand Tutor Wen Zhong died in battle and the entire 30,000 Divine Martial Guards were wiped out, the Yellow Heaven Sect occupied Xi'an Prefecture.

Furthermore, the Huangtian Sect also used Xi'an Prefecture as its temporary headquarters for commanding the various Huangtian armies on the front lines.

Marquis Weiwu was eager to avenge Grand Tutor Wen Zhong and the 30,000 Shenwu Guards who had been wiped out by the Huangtian Sect, so he led a 100,000-strong Northern Camp Shenwu Guard army to sweep across the land.

First, they wiped out all the rioters and rebels, and then successively defeated several armies of the Yellow Heaven Sect.

They forcefully drove the Yellow Heaven Sect's army back to the four northwestern prefectures.

Taking advantage of their victory, Marquis Weiwu launched a decisive attack and captured Xi'an Prefecture, the city that the Yellow Heaven Sect had temporarily used as its base, thus reclaiming the prefectural city of Xi'an.

Meanwhile, the Yellow Heaven Sect's army was defeated and fled to the other three prefectures in the northwest.

Marquis Weiwu thought that the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels were nothing special, so he continued to press his advantage and wanted to win the battle, wipe out the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels, and avenge Grand Tutor Wen Zhong and the 30,000 Shenwu Guards who were wiped out by the Yellow Heaven Sect.

Unexpectedly, this was a trap set up by the Yellow Heaven Sect to lure the enemy.

Instead of winning the battle and annihilating the Yellow Heaven Sect, Marquis Weiwu suffered a crushing defeat and heavy losses, and he himself was seriously injured.

Now, they are surrounded by the Yellow Heaven Sect's army in Xi'an Prefecture, trapped in a desperate situation.

On the city wall, Marquis Weiwu stared palely at the yellow banner fluttering in the wind outside the city, his face grave.

The 100,000 elite Divine Martial Guard troops, tasked with suppressing the rebellion, suffered a crushing defeat, losing half their force.

This is all his fault as the head coach.

They fell for the Yellow Heaven Sect's arrogant trap, which led to such a crushing defeat.
It doesn't matter if he himself is seriously injured, or even if he dies.

But half of the 100,000 Divine Martial Guards who were sent to quell the rebellion were killed or wounded; they died unjustly!
If it weren't for his eagerness for revenge and his arrogance, those Divine Martial Guards wouldn't have died.

Marquis Weiwu could not let it go for a long time.

Beside him, the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian glanced at the Marquis Weiwu and said, "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, you don't need to care too much about it."

"You've only just woken up, you should go back and rest first!"

"With me and other generals here, the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels won't have it so easy to break in."

King Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, saw through Marquis Weiwu's thoughts and spoke up to comfort him.

The Eighth Prince was somewhat worried about Marquis Weiwu's injuries. Although Marquis Weiwu had woken up, his injuries were still very serious.

Marquis Weiwu, concerned about the affairs of the army, insisted on going to the city wall to command the defense despite his serious injuries.

If something were to happen to Marquis Weiwu and he were to fall down, it would be a significant blow to the morale of the army suppressing the rebellion.

Marquis Weiwu shook his head; "You don't understand."

"This is not about winning or losing, but about my failure as the head coach."

"If it weren't for my eagerness for revenge and my underestimation of the enemy, the army wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses."

“Those elite Divine Martial Guards will not die.”

"The army will no longer be surrounded by the Yellow Heaven Sect in Xi'an and trapped in a desperate situation."

"And you were dragged into this too."

At this point, Marquis Weiwu glanced apologetically at Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince.

After the Marquis of Weiwu quelled the rebellious rioters, Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, began to oversee disaster relief and rescue efforts in the various prefectural cities.

However, unexpectedly, Marquis Weiwu suffered a crushing defeat and heavy losses. He was also surrounded by the Yellow Heaven Sect in Xi'an Prefecture and found himself in dire straits.

Upon learning this news, the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian summoned the local troops from various prefectures, along with the troops brought by his imperial envoy, and immediately rushed to Xi'an Prefecture to support Marquis Weiwu.

To be honest, if it weren't for the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian's support, the city of Xi'an Prefecture might have been breached by the Yellow Heaven Sect.

In the past few days, Marquis Weiwu has been seriously injured and unconscious, and the Yellow Heaven Sect has launched a frenzied attack more than a dozen times without sparing any effort.

Each time, it was only when the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian sat atop the city wall that the Divine Martial Guard army had a backbone, preventing their morale from wavering and thus holding the city walls.

Otherwise, with Marquis Weiwu unconscious and none of the other generals able to stabilize the morale of the troops, it would be strange if the Yellow Heaven Sect hadn't broken through their defenses with such a frenzied attack.

When Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, heard the Marquis of Weiwu's last words, he smiled faintly and said, "What's this talk about being involved or not?"

"As a prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it is my duty to suppress rebels and quell rebellions."

"How can you say it's involved?"

"As for the city of Xi'an, the 30,000 Divine Martial Guards led by the Grand Tutor were surrounded in the city and were completely wiped out. Even the Grand Tutor died on the city wall."

"Now we are surrounded in this city again, in a desperate situation."

"Could this Xi'an Prefecture really be an ominous place for our Great Zhou?"

As Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, spoke, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

indeed.

Previously, Grand Tutor Wen Zhong's 30,000 Divine Martial Guards were defeated in the four northwestern prefectures and then besieged in the city of Xi'an Prefecture.

In the end, the entire army was wiped out, and Grand Tutor Wen Zhong died in battle.

Now they are also surrounded in the city of Xi'an, in a desperate situation.

Judging from the situation, if the imperial court's support doesn't arrive in time, they will likely be completely wiped out in Xi'an Prefecture and die on the city walls.

Upon hearing the words of the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian, the Marquis of Weiwu's face also darkened.

As a military general, Marquis Weiwu was not afraid of death.

Dying on the battlefield is the fate of military generals, but what Marquis Weiwu feared was betraying the trust of the court and the expectations of the emperor.

The current situation is quite clear: if the imperial court's support does not arrive in time, and the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels outside the city launch another attack, they will probably not be able to hold them off.

In the past few days, although the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian has been stationed on the city wall and repelled more than a dozen frenzied attacks by the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels outside the city, the army has suffered considerable losses.

Even the local soldiers and imperial guards brought by the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian suffered heavy casualties.

Marquis Weiwu pondered for a moment, then said to the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian, "Eighth Prince, we have served as ministers in the same court for so many years, and I have a favor to ask of you. When you return to Luoyang, please take good care of Marquis Weiwu's residence for me, out of consideration for our shared service."

"I don't wish for the Marquis of Weiwu's mansion to become extremely wealthy and powerful; I only hope that it can continue to exist peacefully and normally."

Marquis Weiwu looked at the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian with a serious expression.

Marquis Weiwu believed that King Zhou Xian of the Eighth Prince would understand his meaning.

This was also the greatest concern in the heart of Marquis Weiwu.

Upon hearing Marquis Weiwu's words, the Eighth Prince's expression changed drastically; "Marquis Weiwu, what do you mean?"

Do you think I, the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian, am afraid of death and would desert in the face of battle?

"Or do you think that I, the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian, as a prince of the Great Zhou, am of noble birth and would abandon tens of thousands of soldiers to shed their blood for the Great Zhou on the battlefield, while I, the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian, alone eke out a miserable escape back to Luoyang?"

King Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, looked at Marquis Weiwu with a grim expression. "Marquis Weiwu, let me tell you, I am not afraid of death."

"No one in the royal family of our Great Zhou is afraid of death."

"If we're talking about returning to Luoyang, it's you, Marquis Weiwu, who should be returning to Luoyang."

“Your Marquis of Mighty Martial Manor has already shed enough blood for my Great Zhou. My Great Zhou owes you a debt and does not need you to shed any more blood for my Great Zhou.”

"I have already given the order that once the great battle begins, you will be immediately escorted back to Luoyang."

"I have already written the memorial, and I will report everything to the Emperor in due time."

The Eighth Prince, Zhou Xian, angrily addressed the Marquis of Weiwu.

King Zhou Xian of the Eighth Prince certainly knew that Marquis Wei Wu did not mean that, but what angered King Zhou Xian was that Marquis Wei Wu actually wanted him to return to Luoyang.

how?

His life, that of the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian, is precious and cannot be lost.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were able to shed their blood for the Great Zhou Dynasty without a single one retreating. His life, that of the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian, was more precious than theirs and could not be allowed to die.

What angered Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, the most was that Marquis Weiwu actually entrusted his son to him.

What do you take Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, for?

Your Marquis of Weiwu's family has been known for its loyalty and bravery, with countless members dying in battle for the Great Zhou Dynasty. Now, only one son remains in the entire Marquis of Weiwu's family.

If the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian really accepted the entrustment of the young master by the Marquis of Weiwu and returned to Luoyang, how would he face the people of the Marquis of Weiwu's residence?

How can we face the world's gaze?

Are we to allow the people of the Marquis of Weiwu's mansion to accuse us of being loyal and brave, of having countless men die fighting for the Great Zhou Dynasty, only to have your royal princes abandon them and flee back to Luoyang alone in the end?

Such a reputation was something that Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, could not bear, nor dared to bear.

Therefore, if we're talking about returning to Luoyang, it should be Marquis Weiwu who should go back.

The Marquis of Weiwu's family has already shed enough blood for the Great Zhou Dynasty; such a loyal and valiant family should not be allowed to shed any more blood for the Great Zhou.

Faced with the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian's furious temper, Marquis Weiwu smiled dismissively; "I never expected that you, the Eighth Prince, would be so furious. It's truly rare."

“It has been many years since I have seen you, Eighth Prince, angry.”

“I know that you, the Eighth Prince, are not afraid of death, nor are you a coward who fears death.”

"But even death should have meaning. Dying in battle like this is of little significance to you, the Eighth Prince."

“You and I are different. Your battlefield, Eighth Prince, should be in the imperial court, not in these four northwestern prefectures.”

"The political situation is changing rapidly, and the emperor is not the same as before. If you, the Eighth Prince, were to die in the four northwestern prefectures, what would happen to the Imperial Clan Court?"

"Besides, the Grand Tutor is already dead. If you die too, then..."

Marquis Weiwu did not continue, but the meaning was clear to King Zhou Xian of the Eighth Prince.

After a moment of silence, Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, said to Marquis Weiwu, "I understand what you mean."

"But we're not that different. Whoever dies will have a significant impact on the court."

"I have already sent someone with urgent news to the imperial court to request assistance."

"I heard that Lü Bu has already wiped out the rebel army of the Prince of Xiaoyao and quelled the rebellion in the two provinces of Dai and Yan."

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Emperor will send Lü Bu with his army north to support us."

No sooner had Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, finished speaking than a long horn sounded, causing both Zhou Xian and Marquis Weiwu to change their expressions.

Because the horn sound came from the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels outside the city.

Moreover, the sound of the horn was all too familiar to both King Zhou Xian and Marquis Weiwu.

In the past few days, such bugle calls have been sounded no less than four or five times a day.

"Oh no, the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels are attacking again." Upon hearing the horn, the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian said with a solemn expression.

Indeed, that long horn sound was the horn sound of the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels gathering to attack.

"It seems we won't be able to wait for Lü Bu to lead troops to support us," said Marquis Weiwu with a solemn expression.

The Huangtian Sect's relentless attacks over the past few days, aimed at breaching the city, have exhausted the Shenwu Guards and depleted their defensive machinery.

Neither the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian nor the Marquis of Weiwu were confident they could stop the Yellow Heaven Sect rebels' attack.

"Get everything ready."

"Archers, crossbowmen, and rolling stones, prepare them all for me."

"The same old rule applies: kill as many traitors as possible, at any cost."

King Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, roared at the Divine Martial Guards on the city wall.

For the past few days, Marquis Weiwu has been seriously injured and unconscious, but it has been the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian who has been directing the battle.

Although the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian was not good at leading troops, he still knew a thing or two about defending a city.

After giving orders to his soldiers, the Eighth Prince Zhou Xian looked at the Marquis Weiwu beside him and said, "The Yellow Heaven Sect rebels are about to attack. You are seriously injured, so you should go and prepare!"

"With me and other generals here, as well as Ancestor Zhou, the Yellow Heaven Sect won't be able to attack for a while."

"I've already made arrangements. If the city falls, they will protect you and help you escape."

The Eighth Prince, Zhou Xian, looked at the Marquis of Might and said.

Upon hearing this, Marquis Weiwu shook his head. "I am the General Who Pacifies the Rebellion, personally appointed by the Emperor, and I am also the Marquis Weiwu who is temporarily in charge of the Northern Camp of the Divine Martial Guard. Do you think I should abandon the army and flee back to Luoyang alone?"

"Let me take charge of the city's defense!"

"I am too badly injured to fight, but I can still command the defense of the city."

After Marquis Weiwu finished speaking, he readjusted the city's defensive deployment.

It must be admitted that the Marquis of Weiwu's readjusted deployment was much more rigorous than the previous arrangements made by King Zhou Xian.

Upon seeing Marquis Weiwu's attitude, Zhou Xian, the Eighth Prince, knew that Marquis Weiwu would not easily listen to his advice.

However, King Zhou Xian had already made preparations. If Marquis Weiwu did not comply, he would have no choice but to have someone forcibly escort him away.

"kill……"

(End of this chapter)