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Chapter 1077: Bad news from the front line! (Speed ​​up the process, finish writing it in the next two days!)

"Old General!"

Yang Guang suddenly grabbed Yu Juluo's wrist with such force that the old general frowned slightly.

"When I reunite with my father, I will reorganize the army and avenge the old general!"

Yu Juluo looked into his twinkling eyes and suddenly chuckled.

"Your Highness, the journey to the northern camp is difficult. This snow dragon horse can travel 800 miles a day."

"When daybreak comes, Your Highness will be able to see...see the Marshal's flag!"

He grabbed Yang Guang's pulse with his backhand and pushed him onto the Snow Dragon Horse brought by his personal guards.

"Old General, this is something that my father carried with him. I appreciate your kindness..."

Yang Guang sat firmly on the horse's back, and suddenly seemed to remember something and took out a jade pendant from his arms.

"Your Highness, take care!"

Yu Juluo ignored him and suddenly slapped the horse's buttocks hard. The Snow Dragon Colt neighed in pain and rushed down from the city wall carrying Yang Guang.

The old general stood where he was, listening to the sound of horse hooves gradually fading away, and suddenly he took out half a blood-stained bronze token from his bosom - it was clearly a pair with the token he had just given to Yang Guang.

"Where is the commander of the Red Feather Tiger Guard Battalion?"

He suddenly turned around, and his eyes swept across the hundreds of riders behind him like a knife.

"The general is here!"

The commander took off his armor and it turned out to be Yu Juluo's deputy general.

"You are ordered to lead your troops to escort the Second Prince. If you encounter pursuers... kill them without mercy!"

The old general suddenly put his fingers together like a sword and drew the word "kill" in the air.

"Order!"

The commander mounted his horse, and hundreds of elite Red Feathered Tiger Cavalry rushed out of Xuanwu Gate like a black torrent.

"Military Advisor, more than 20 cavalry have broken through the west gate. Judging from the flags... they are Xuanming cavalry!"

Outside the city, Xu Shiji's feather fan was pointing at the "Xuanwu Gate" on the sand table, when suddenly a personal guard came to report.

"Oh?"

"Dou Gong, please lead the Qujiang righteous army to pursue us. Remember..."

Xu Shiji waved his feather fan lightly, and the candlelight in the tent made the sparks in his eyes flicker.

"To live."

He suddenly lowered his voice.

"Don't worry, Military Advisor. I saved it!"

Dou Jiande glanced at Xu Shiji, agreed casually, grabbed the heavy black iron armor and walked out, leaving Xu Shiji looking at the jade carving representing Yang Guang on the sand table, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade belt around his waist.

On the other side, before dawn, Yang Guang's Snow Dragon Horse had already crushed the sound of the midnight clappers.

The stirrups were stained with night dew, the saddle was stained with the saltpeter dust that had fallen from the city walls, and the black cloak of the duke's second son fluttered like a flag in the strong wind, as if he wanted to leave the bloody city behind.

"drive!"

He whipped hard, and the divine horse under his crotch raised its hooves, startling the birds sleeping in the forest. Behind him, hundreds of elite Xuanming cavalrymen swept across the official road like a rain of black arrows. The sound of armor colliding scared the wild rabbits so much that they ran into the weeds.

Yang Guang, who was at the front, had his knuckles turning white as he gripped the reins, and Yu Juluo’s words, “at least three days, at most five days,” echoed in his mind - three days, would be enough for my father to lead his troops south, right?

It should be enough for me to lead the Red Feathered Tiger Guards to launch a surprise attack, right?

When the official road turned around the mountain pass, he suddenly smelled the scent of rust mixed with rotten meat.

He was very familiar with this smell. When the southern barbarians attacked the city some time ago, the floating corpses in the moat had such a foul stench. The Snow Dragon Horse stopped suddenly and Yang Guang almost bumped into the horse's neck. When he raised his eyes, he saw a black shadow curled up under the crooked willow tree in front of him.

"Who's blocking the way!"

The commander of the imperial guards shouted, startling several crows.

The shadow moved, and it turned out to be an ownerless armor, with maggots crawling on the armor plates, and a half-broken spear stuck in the breastplate, with a strand of intestine hanging from the tip. Yang Guang's stomach churned, and he was about to urge his horse, when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the reeds beside the road. Xuan Mingqi's crossbow was instantly strung, and the arrowhead glowed blue in the morning light.

"Your Highness! Is it Your Highness?"

The reeds were suddenly torn apart, and a bloody figure fell out. The man's left arm was broken at the root, a feather arrow was stuck in his right eye, and his armor was covered with knife marks, as if he had been scratched by a wild beast.

The most terrifying thing is the jade belt around his waist—it is a silver belt with a dragon-wen pattern that only a general of the Great Xuan Xiaoguo Army can wear!

Yang Guang felt like he was struck by lightning. The Xiaoguo Army was his father's personal guard, and each of the 30,000 elite soldiers was a brave warrior in the Daxuan Army. How could they end up like this?
When he turned over and got off the horse, he stumbled half a step and stepped on something soft with the sole of his boot. When he looked down, he saw an eyeball, the pupil still reflecting the residual light of the morning star.

"This general... This general greets His Majesty!"

"Your Highness! The Duke of the State...the Duke of the State, he..."

The lieutenant fell to his knees, blood gushing out from his broken arm, leaving a winding blood trail on the bluestone slab.

"How is Father?"

"Why isn't Xuan Mingqi with you? Where is General Jiang Chen?"

Yang Guang grabbed his collar and his fingertips touched the sticky flesh.

The lieutenant made a "ho ho" sound from his throat and suddenly spurted out black blood, which splashed all over the front of Yang Guang's cloak.

But at this moment, Yang Guang, who was obsessed with mysophobia, didn't care at all. He just stared at the other person's moving lips, as if he wanted to carve out the word "victory" from them.

"Chiyou...Chiyou of Jiuli..."

The lieutenant's pupils dilated and he suddenly grabbed Yang Guang's wrist guard with his right hand.

"The magic soldiers... invulnerable to swords and spears... General Qiu... General Qiu's head..."

He suddenly convulsed violently, and a bloody mass gushed out of his throat.

"Hang it...Hang it on the chariot of the anti-king coalition army..."

Yang Guang felt like he was falling into an icy cave, and the blood in his body solidified into ice.

He staggered backward, his lower back hitting the saddle. The Snow Dragon Colt neighed in fear, its front hooves kicking up a cloud of mud.

The crossbows of Xuan Ming's cavalry behind him all turned, with the arrows pointed at the lieutenant general - these fleeing soldiers might be spies of the rebels.

"Let him say it!"

"Finish your words!"

Yang Guang roared and tore open his blood-stained cloak, revealing the golden soft armor underneath.

"The devil soldiers... the devil soldiers crawled out from the ground... Chi You rode on a giant beast and looked down upon everyone... Xuan Ming's rain of arrows... the rain of arrows pierced them... like... like a hedgehog piercing an iron plate..."

The remaining left eye of the lieutenant general suddenly shone with light, and his hand like a dry claw grabbed Yang Guang's boots.

"The Duke... The Duke is being held down by General Jiang... The Xiaoguo Army... The Xiaoguo Army's human wall... Three layers... Three layers of armor..."

He made a strange "gurgling" sound in his throat and foam appeared at the corners of his mouth.

A terrifying scene emerged in front of Yang Guang's eyes: 30,000 Xiaoguo soldiers were stacked up in layers, protecting his father in the center like a black wave. The outermost layer was the heavy armored cavalry, with iron shields connected like a copper wall; in the middle was the Shenji Camp, with crossbows and arrows pouring down like a rainstorm; the innermost layer... the innermost layer should be the Kaisui Nine Elders, Qiu Rui's mace should be stained with the blood of the Jiuli soldiers, and Wu Jianzhang's Xuanhua axe should split the heads of the demon soldiers...

"and after!"

"What happened next?"

He grabbed the lieutenant's collar and shook him, and the soft gold armor hurt his palm.

"Later...Later, the earth shook..."

The lieutenant suddenly opened his one eye wide, and grabbed around in the air with his only remaining right hand.

"General Han Qinhu... General Han's black iron spear... was broken into two pieces... and inserted... and inserted into the flag of the Duke..."

Yang Guang felt a buzzing in his ears, as if he saw his father's banner collapse.

How many soldiers from southern Xinjiang had their blood soaked in that black bird flag? Now it was nailed to the scorched earth by a broken gun, leaving the rebels' red dragon flag to flutter in the smoke.

(End of this chapter)