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Chapter 1048: Massacre in Lintong City

"Old... old man..."

Chi You furiously squeezed Yang Lin's skull until it crackled.

Looking at Yang Lin again, the old general had already died, but his body was still standing still in Chi You's hand. His only remaining left hand was still tightly grasping half of the Dragon Prison Stick, with the tip of the stick inserted into Chi You's chest.

The river wind whistled past, blowing up Yang Lin's blood-stained black armor.

Below the old man’s body, eight large characters were written in blood on the bluestone bricks: “As long as Qujiang is here, Daxuannanfang will be here!”

Chi You rubbed his slightly broken chest, took a deep breath, looked at Yang Lin's standing body, pulled the Dragon Prison Rod out of Yang Lin's left hand, and suddenly burst into laughter mixed with anger and admiration.

"Old man, you are a man!"

Chi You suddenly roared, and chopped the Tiger Soul Sword heavily on the guard drum on the top of the city.

Then he turned his right hand, and the half-broken Dragon Prison Stick in his hand turned into a shadow, and shot straight into the city with a dragon roar, and knocked down the Great Xuan King flag erected by Yang Lin behind the city wall!
"My men! Destroy Qujiang City for me and use this old man's head as a sacrifice!"

Amid the loud noise of the heavy flagpole exploding, he roared towards the city.

Thousands of demon soldiers responded with a thunderous roar, and they rushed into the city stepping on Yang Lin’s blood.

Wherever these iron-skinned monsters passed, city walls collapsed, arrow towers topple over, and the entire Qujiang City instantly turned into a living hell.

Chi You rushed to the front on the bloody waves. With every step he took, the blue bricks on the top of the city wall exploded into spider web patterns. Wherever the devil's aura passed, the flags of the Great Xuan Army ignited without fire!

When the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds, the top of Qujiang City was already filled with the dark black battle flags of the Jiuli Tribe.

Chi You stood at the highest point of the city wall, the dark red lines on the Tiger Soul Sword were still jumping. He looked at the burning city beneath his feet, and suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a ball of demon energy. The dark red demon energy condensed into a demon shadow about ten feet high in the air!

"Old Yang Jian, it's your turn next!"

Chi You's wild laughter startled flocks of egrets on the river bank.

He knew too well the significance of the fall of Qujiang City - this city, backed by the natural barrier of Qujiang, had been the southern gateway since the founding of Daxuan State, and was the last line of defense against the invasion of the southern barbarians in southern Xinjiang!
The granaries in the city can store millions of dan of military rations, the sluice gates can control thousands of warships, and the crossbow array on the city wall can block the entire Qujiang waterway!

But now, this "Immovable Fortress" that Yang Jian had high hopes for was instantly turned into scorched earth under the iron hooves of Chi You and the demon soldiers.

When Chi You's Tiger Soul Blade split open the last city gate, he could even see black arrows floating in the river - that was the "Xuanbing Arrow Formation" that Yang Lin had set up when he personally led his troops into the river to protect the water gate. At this moment, the arrows were rising and falling with the river water, like countless soul-calling banners.

The waves of Qujiang River hit the charred city walls, making a dull sound like a war drum.

This important southern city, which was backed by natural dangers and was easy to defend but difficult to attack, eventually fell to the demonic tide from the southern barbarians.

At the same time, at the end of the defense line where the three strong cities of Qujiang, Lintong and Kuimenguan supported each other, was Lintong, which was used as a temporary base by Yang Jian, the Duke of Sui of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

In the commander's mansion, he discussed with Yu Juro, He Ruobi, Han Qinhu and others about the war with the 36 anti-king coalition forces headed by Xuanyuan Po.

When daylight first broke, wisps of green smoke rose from the bronze Bi'an incense burner in the Lintong Marshal's Mansion. Yang Jian stood with his hands behind his back in front of the sheepskin map, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Panlong jade belt around his waist.

He had been staring at this small piece of sand table all night. The Qujiang defense line outlined in cinnabar glowed bloody under the candlelight, just like the bloodshot in his eyes at this moment.

The intelligence organization rushed over and delivered an urgent report.

"Report——"

The hurried footsteps startled the copper bell on the eaves. A spy formed by Yang Jian himself, named "Neiwai Houguan", knelt on one knee outside the door, and the scarlet wax on the secret report was still covered with morning dew.

Urgent news from Qujiang: The leader of the thirty-six rebel bands, Xuanyuan Po, personally led an elite force of 100,000 from the anti-king coalition. With the help of thousands of large and small fishing boats that the anti-king coalition had gathered from the civilian population, they bypassed the eight major forts in Qujiang, crossed the Qujiang River, and advanced into the heart of the Great Xuan Dynasty!

"Xuanyuan Po personally led the army to bypass the Qujiang defense line?" He slammed the wolf-hair brush on the table. The splashing ink formed black plum blossoms next to the word "Lintong". The sheepskin scroll slammed on the rosewood table with a "bang", startling He Ruobi so much that he stood up suddenly.

The bearded general was cutting jujube wood with a dagger. At this moment, the blade tilted and left a bloody line at the base of his thumb.

However, he didn't care at all and let the blood drip onto the location of Qujiang City, dyeing the two words "Yang Lin" marked with cinnabar red.

"Duke, what evil did those rebels do?"

Yu Juluo's hand, which was twirling his silver beard, stopped in mid-air. The teacup in front of him had gone cold, and the green tea foam had condensed into a strange vortex.

This old general was on duty last night. His eyes were dark and his gaze was sharp, as if he wanted to see a hole in the military newspaper.

He and He Ruobi, who had just stood up, exchanged a glance and saw surprise in each other's eyes - the leader of the anti-king alliance was always known for his calmness, so why would he make such a risky move of advancing alone?
Yang Jian did not answer, but handed the secret report to Han Qinhu.

When the latter took it, the parchment scroll still carried the warmth of Yang Jian's palm. After seeing the words "One hundred thousand rebel troops bypassed Qujiang and are heading north along Canglang River", this usually calm general actually staggered half a step and held onto the Panlong Pillar to steady himself.

"Duke, this... is this traitor crazy?"

He Ruobi's jujube wood dagger fell to the ground with a clang, sending out sparks on the blue bricks.

"This waterway is winding and twists and turns, and even a navy needs three days to sail. Is it possible that Xuanyuan Po, with tens of thousands of Nanman landlubbers and some rioters, can fly over there with wings?"

He pointed at the winding tributary of Canglang River on the sand table, and his voice was so loud that the dust on the beam rustled.

Yu Juro and others looked at each other in bewilderment. In their eyes, Xuanyuan Po, their great enemy, did not seem like a man who was ignorant of military affairs, but a well-deserved hero!

Doesn't Xuanyuan Po know that if he bypasses the Qujiang defense line and advances deep into the enemy's territory alone, the Daxuan army located on the Qujiang defense line can easily cut off their retreat and completely surround and kill them in the heart of Daxuan?

Just when Yang Jian, Yu Juluo and others were puzzled, another burst of hurried footsteps came from afar.

The armor of the "Inner and Outer Marquis" who came this time was torn, and there was a broken arrow stuck in his left shoulder. The arrowhead was stained with the juice of the blue firefly grass unique to southern Xinjiang.

He staggered and fell in front of the hall. On the blood-stained secret report, the words "The eight guard posts on the Qujiang defense line have been attacked by a southern barbarian army that they have never seen before. Several Qujiang guard posts have been breached in succession!" made everyone's pupils shrink.

"What a great trick!"

Yang Jian suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, startling the birds perched under the eaves so much that they flew away in panic. As his wide sleeves fluttered, the teacup on the table was swept into the air, and the amber tea soup formed a river on the sand table, which washed the four words "Qujiang Defense Line" into pieces.

"My lord, the ones attacking the garrison... are not the barbarians from the anti-king coalition army at all! They are... a group of monsters covered in black scales!"

"They are invulnerable to swords and spears. Even the armor-piercing arrows shot by the powerful crossbows can't penetrate their skin and flesh! Captain Zhang and his brothers poured kerosene on them, but the monsters burned even more crazily..."

The officer's throat rolled and his voice was filled with tears.

The tent suddenly fell into deathly silence; even the crackling of the charcoal fire could be clearly heard. Yang Jian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, the bottom of his eyes were covered with bloodshot like spider webs.

He suddenly remembered the urgent message he had received three days ago: Deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains of southern Xinjiang, the altar of the Jiuli tribe was glowing with blood all night long, and a woodcutter saw the three-meter-tall shadow of a demon looming in the clouds.

"The demon soldiers of the Jiuli tribe, a great southern barbarian clan..."

Yang Jian squeezed out these three words from between his teeth. The candlelight on the table suddenly shook violently, casting a ferocious shadow on the wall.

"Great Jiuli tribe! Great Xuanyuanpo!"

He suddenly picked up a paperweight and smashed it on the map, causing the jade carvings representing the Qujiang defense line to rattle.

(End of this chapter)