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Chapter 1075: Break the door and Yang Guang appears!

"Break the door!"

Xu Shiji seized the opportunity and pointed his feather fan directly at the city gate.

Dou Jiande swung the reassembled battering ram, and thirty war elephants attacked at the same time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

As the sounds of iron and wood ramming against the city walls and elephants roaring continued to ring out, after a while, the outermost gate of Lintong city finally collapsed.

"Haha, follow me and kill them!"

The young marshal's light cavalry poured in like a black torrent, but Xu Shiji reined in his horses and stopped in front of the moat.

Yu Juluo was escorted back to the city wall by his personal soldiers, and the sound of the city wall corroding was all he could hear.

“General Yu, without Jiang Chen and Yun Renzhi, these top-level war gods, we can’t stop the nearly 200,000 elite coalition forces of the rebel kings and the southern barbarian tribes under my command with only the remaining 30,000 to 40,000 troops in Lintong City!”

He gently waved his feather fan and smiled as he looked at Yu Juro who was being protected by his personal soldiers as he evacuated to the next line of defense in the rear.

"Haha, Xu Shiji, you really are a wonderful person!"

Yu Juro looked at the defenders who were retreating step by step in the city, and suddenly laughed out loud. He threw his knife to the ground, but saw that Xu Shiji's feather fan had already pointed at the "life gate" position on the sand table.

"Old General, please look, I see the direction of the ground veins in Lintong City, does it look very much like the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams?"

"As long as you lead your troops to retreat to the northeast corner, I can ensure that the people in the city are safe."

Xu Shiji waved his wide sleeves lightly, and the jade carvings on the sand table suddenly floated up, forming a huge Bagua formation in mid-air.

This was Yang Jian's last resort, leaving Yu Juro behind when nothing else could be done, in order to destroy Yu Juro and the entire Lintong City together with the anti-king coalition forces!
But obviously, such an arrangement did not escape the eyes of Xu Shiji, a senior Taoist priest, top strategist and saint-level commander.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, you have misjudged the general trend of the world after all."

Yu Juluo stared at the Bagua in the air for a long time, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Pass the order down, the entire army retreats to Xuanwu Gate, and no civilians are to be harmed."

Having said that, Yu Juluo hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and gave instructions to the deputy general.

Xu Shiji looked at Yu Juro's hunched but upright back, and with a wave of his feather fan, the young marshal's army made way for him.

When the old general led the remnants of his troops to retreat towards Xuanwu Gate, he suddenly heard clear singing coming from the rear:
"The Nine Palaces are linked together, and the Eight Trigrams lock the universe. Let's stop fighting today, and drink wine together tomorrow..."

Yu Juro was shocked all over. He turned his head and saw Xu Shiji in a blue robe. Wherever his feather fan pointed, the anti-king coalition forces were clearing the battlefield, but no one stepped into the houses.

"Xu Shiji... this world will eventually belong to you young people."

"It's just...ah..."

The old general stroked his beard and sighed, and finally led his troops to continue to evacuate to the rear defense line, hoping to use the complex terrain in the city to fight again with the anti-king coalition forces under Xu Shiji.

Even if... it can only delay Yang Gong for a while!
"Tap Tap!"

At the same time, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance. There were still traces of undried blood on the blue brick floor of Xuanwu Gate. When Yang Guang hurriedly stepped over the threshold in his golden shoes, he was almost tripped by a wounded soldier curled up at the threshold.

He took a half step back in disgust and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, as if the air was filled not with smoke and blood, but with the stinking minced meat on the butcher's chopping board.

"Your Highness, be careful!"

Yu Juluo's old but steady hand supported his arm in time. The old general's iron armor was still stained with lime splashed from the top of the city wall. A piece of crocodile scale was embedded in the crack of his heart guard, emitting a cold blue light under the candlelight.

Yang Guang stood up with the help of others, but his eyes passed over the old general's shoulder and fell on the sand table behind him - the "life gate" position marked with cinnabar there was being tightly held by Xu Shiji's jade chess piece.

His Adam's apple rolled twice, and he suddenly broke free from Yu Juluo's hand. He rushed to the map in two steps, and his jade-inlaid belt made the bronze crane on the corner of the table jingle.

"General Yu, my father repeatedly reminded us before he left that the defense of Lintong city should be based on Xuanwu Gate as the corner and Bailongque as the support. Why are we retreating here now?" He poked the northeast corner of the sand table with his fingertips, and the jade ring reflected a cold light in the candlelight.

"This Nine Palaces Chain Array was created by the various priests of the Star Picking Tower of my Great Xuan Dynasty. Father improved it and incorporated the mechanical techniques of the Mohist School, in order to trap those southern barbarians and rebels to death!"

Yu Juluo looked at the corners of the map that were burnt by kerosene, and the cries of the people when the city was broken seemed to ring in his ears again.

"Your Highness, you can see clearly that Xu Shiji's use of troops is like an antelope hanging its horns. The plan of the fire dragon burning the city and the crocodile god charging into the battle formation are really hard to defend against. This old minister..."

He was silent for a moment, looking at Yang Guang's somewhat shocked and angry expression, but finally bowed.

"It's impossible to guard against it?"

Yang Guang suddenly raised his voice, startling the birds perched on the eaves and causing them to fly up.

"When my father led 60,000 black armored cavalry to the north to help, he left behind hundreds of crossbows, 36 divine fire flying crows, and 72 thunderbolts secretly made by Gongshu family! With such powerful weapons in hand, the old general actually let the rebels break through the outer city?"

The old general hung his head in silence, his white hair trembling in the draft.

"I am not blaming the old general, but... my father always said that Lintong is the throat of the southern part of the Great Xuan. If we lose this place, the southern gate of the Great Xuan Imperial Capital will be wide open."

"As a descendant of the Yang family, how can I stay out of trouble?"

Upon seeing this, Yang Guang's tone suddenly softened and he personally lifted up the old general's calloused hands.

When he said this, he suddenly started coughing violently, and his cuffs embroidered with gold thread were stained with a few drops of saliva. Yu Juluo was about to call for a military doctor, but Yang Guang waved his hand to stop him.

"It's nothing. I guess I was just in a hurry."

He took out a gold-sprinkled handkerchief and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were always fixed on the jade chess piece representing his side on the sand table.

"Old General, in your opinion, how many days can we hold on to Lintong City?"

Yang Guang was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked out of the blue, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the Panlong jade pendant on his waist.

Yu Juluo's heart skipped a beat. This jade pendant was tied around his second son's waist by Yang Jian himself before he went to war, and it meant "seeing the jade pendant is like seeing the father."

"Your Highness, it will take at least three days, at most five days."

Yu Juluo carefully chose his words.

"But the bandit Xu Shiji is cunning in his tactics, and I'm afraid he has a trick up his sleeve..."

Then he took a deep breath, his expression somewhat solemn.

"Three days..."

"Three days is enough for you to lead your army south. Old General, do you know that you left the most elite Red Feather Tiger Guard Battalion of the Ming Cavalry with you during this northern expedition?"

Yang Guang repeated to himself, and suddenly turned around to look at the "Daxuan Mountain and River Map" hanging on the wall.

He suddenly walked quickly up to the old general, and his golden shoes shattered the candlelight on the ground.

“If a surprise force breaks out at this moment, rushes to the northern border overnight, reports the battle situation in Lintong to my father, and then turns around to attack the rebel coalition’s lair…”

When Yang Guang said this, his eyes lit up, as if he had already seen himself wearing black armor and leading his troops into battle.

Yu Juro looked at the second prince's cheeks which turned red with excitement and sighed in his heart.

Shortly after Yang Jian left, when Xu Shiji led the anti-king army to besiege the city, he saw with his own eyes that Yang Guang was hiding in the granary cellar with a dozen empty wine jars piled around him.

But listening to him talk at this moment, the old general felt a bitter taste in his mouth, as if he had an unripe plum in his mouth.

(End of this chapter)