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Chapter 428 Bei Lie Makes His Move
"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Don't leave, Qin Lou!"

……

The chaotic retreat of the Northern Fierce Army triggered a chain reaction. The ambushers that had been positioned earlier rushed out, brandishing their weapons.

"Chase!"

"Whatever you do, don't leave Qinlou!"

This is an incredible achievement!

General He Minghao's eyes were practically blazing with fury as he personally led his troops toward the routed Northern Fierce Army.

The most terrifying thing is when a person is just a hair's breadth away from success.

They will abandon all reason, give up all their resources, and recklessly seize that seemingly close and within reach opportunity.

For example, He Minghao now, and the generals and soldiers under He Minghao's command.

The temptation is just too great.

That's the Northern Emperor!

They are now convinced that the Northern Emperor Qin Lou has truly appeared and has been deceived by the feigned surrender.

If they don't give chase and Qin Lou escapes, all their efforts will be in vain.

Profit can be blinding, and wealth can be tempting.

Everyone knows what capturing Qin Lou means.

The soldiers of the Qian Yuan Army stared intently at the fleeing enemy ahead, chasing after them with all their might, wishing they had more legs.

This caused the enemy's formation to be disrupted, and many of their own soldiers were trampled and seriously injured.

On the city wall, the general who had suggested to He Minghao a few days ago that he report to Ling Yu stay behind to guard the city looked at the frenzied Qian Yuan army in the distance, his brows furrowed, and he sighed.

Ever since the feigned surrender plot was devised, he had a bad feeling, and now, looking at the frenzied Qian Yuan army, that feeling has become even stronger.

Before he came here, General Ling had given him some private instructions...

He glanced at the remaining soldiers in Yongqi City, gritted his teeth, and said to the guards, "Pass on my order: the entire army shall retreat south."

"What? General, this..."

"Is my word not enough?"

While He Minghao and his fellow generals vied for military merit and left, he remained to garrison the city, where he was now the highest-ranking official.

"Yes!"

……

"Come on!"

"Quickly, after them! Don't let Qin Lou escape!"

That's a brothel!

The supreme ruler of an enemy state—what an allure!

He Minghao's blood boiled, and he galloped away on horseback. The scenery around him changed, and he didn't even remember how far he had chased after them. The entire army formation had been completely stretched out of shape and turned into a long line.

Bei Lie's surprise force has been completely defeated, and now only a small group of men are escorting Qin Lou as he flees north.

As the distance drew closer, He Minghao's breathing became heavier. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow on horseback, aiming at the most conspicuous person in the crowd.

As a general who fought his way up from the battlefield, his horsemanship and archery skills were exceptional.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow pierced through the air toward Qin Lou's back.

"when!"

But at that moment, the person he was aiming at suddenly turned around and slashed with his broadsword, accurately blocking the incoming arrow.

They stopped running.

He could vaguely make out a wild and unrestrained smile on the face of this "Emperor of the North".

His heart was pounding, his temples were throbbing, and the keen intuition honed on the battlefield was frantically warning him.

not good!

It's a scam!

next moment,
"Neigh~"

His warhorse suddenly neighed and tripped, the powerful momentum throwing He Minghao off.

The disheveled general crawled up from the cold, muddy ground. He turned around, but his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Before anyone knew it, the Northern Fierce Tiger flag began to flutter in the wind, and figures emerged from the forests and bushes on both sides of the road.

"kill!"

At this moment, the "Northern Emperor" he was chasing turned his horse around and looked down at him from above, a ferocious smile on his fleshy face.

So much time has passed, he's long wanted to go into battle and fight the enemy.

Now I finally have the chance.

He grinned maliciously, roared, and charged forward first.

Finished!

The shouts of the Northern Lie soldiers and the sounds of their own soldiers fleeing were incessant.

The blade loomed larger and larger before his eyes, and He Minghao closed his eyes in despair.

Half an hour later, blood stained the mud and snow.

"The Northern Emperor," holding He Minghao's head, looked at the victorious battlefield and curled his lip in disdain.

"You dare to meet our Emperor?"

From beginning to end, all the immense wealth and unrealistic dreams were nothing but illusions; He Minghao had never even seen Qin Lou.

……

The real surprise attack force, carrying the heads of He Minghao and a group of generals, marched south in a grand procession, reaching the gates of Yongqi City.

The city's main force, led by He Minghao, has been completely defeated. The remaining garrison is now powerless to defend the city and can be easily overrun.

However, by the time the Northern Fierce Army arrived at the city, the entire city was already deserted.

The remaining commander led his soldiers in a retreat, thus preserving some fighting strength. The Northern Fierce Army captured Yongqi City without lifting a finger.

"How's it going, sir?"

"Can the Northern Army cross the river?"

Having captured the city, "His Majesty the Northern Emperor" stood by the river, looking at the river with its not-too-thick ice, and kept asking a strange person with an otherworldly air beside him.

He removed his helmet and that conspicuous armor, replacing it with ordinary standard armor. Where was the once-noble Northern Emperor?
Actually, it was Qin Zhuang, a guard from Qin Lou.

Qin Zhuang had followed Qin Lou for many years and knew him quite well. They were similar in build, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to impersonate Qin Lou.

The river in front of us is wide and covered with a layer of ice that is neither too thin nor too thick.

Ling Yu's concern for Yongqi City stemmed from this river, which allowed them to advance directly into the heart of the Qian Yuan army's territory from north to south.

If this city falls, the Northern Army will sail south without restraint, which would be extremely dangerous.

However, it is now winter.

The river is frozen over, making navigation difficult.

This Northern Fierce Army had no intention of traveling by water.

"General, we can wait another hour."

The strange man being questioned bent down and gently touched the frozen water with his palm.

In an instant, the air seemed to drop several degrees.

The thin ice on the water surface made a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds, and in an instant, it was thickened into several layers.

"it is good!"

"Sir, please hurry."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhuang clenched his fist and snorted coldly: "Hmph, these bunch of idiots from Qian Yuan, they think they can get away with anything just because we let them have a few rounds?"

"I will show them the might of our Northern Fierce Cavalry."

……

"I heard that the Northern Lie have more than 400,000 people! The Northern Emperor is personally leading the expedition, he is determined to annihilate us."

"It's alright, we still have General Ling!"

"No matter how strong Bei Lie is, they can't beat us!"

"Hahaha, I've heard! The Northern Emperor still hasn't gotten any advantage from our general!"

"The Northern Emperor boasts a lot! But he's really nothing special."

"A few days ago, I think I saw some people come here, but I don't know what they were doing."

……

Liuxia Mountain, located in the southernmost part of Xinzhou, is situated at the southernmost point of the two countries' battlefront. Its convenient transportation made it a place for Ling Yu to store grain and fodder.

With fortified cities blocking the way to the north, this place should theoretically be extremely safe.

While the two countries are locked in fierce fighting and constant friction on the front lines, this place remains peaceful.

The soldiers patrolled and guarded the area. Since arriving here, everything had been peaceful and uneventful. They had not encountered any obstacles or seen any enemy troops.

As personnel stationed behind the battlefield, they didn't need to fight valiantly, and their lives were much easier. During breaks, they chatted idly among themselves. However…

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

Today seems to be a little different.

The quiet life was interrupted by the noise.

The soldier on the watchtower blinked, seemingly incredulous.

After a moment, he realized what was happening and shouted repeatedly, "It's Bei Lie! Bei Lie is attacking!"

"They're coming from the northwest!"

As far as the eye could see, the flag of the Northern Martyrs Army fluttered in the wind.

A vast and endless army charged forward, shouting as they advanced.

……

"Recently, General Ling has stopped transporting grain here. Is she moving to another location?"

The garrison commander of Liuxia Mountain was named Wang Dacheng, a middle-aged general with a beard and a rather composed demeanor. He had been on the battlefield for twenty years without any major achievements, but he had also never made any significant mistakes.

Ling Yu left him to guard the rear of the battlefield. Although he had little chance to gain any real merit, he still diligently did what he was supposed to do. He knew his own abilities and did only what he was entitled to.

Life in the rear was uneventful. He looked at the sand table and pondered to himself.

But at this moment,

"General! General, something terrible has happened!"

"The Northern Lie people are attacking!"

Inside the military tent, soldiers rushed in, their faces filled with fear, shouting incessantly, before collapsing to the ground.

"This……"

Upon hearing this, Wang Dacheng's eyes narrowed, and he slammed his hand on the table, exclaiming, "How is this possible?!"

All the routes at the front were heavily guarded.

Even if Bei Lie had truly broken through the front lines, there should have been military reports by now; it couldn't have happened so quickly.

"how many people?"

He grabbed his sword and asked the soldiers, "Where did they come from?"

"Judging by appearances... there are at least 100,000 people."

“From the northwest.”

Wang Dacheng felt the soldier was joking with him, and frowned: "One hundred thousand? Northwest?"

"This is impossible!"

Only one major river in the Northwest can reach this place.

It is currently the ice age and ships cannot sail, but the ice is not thick enough to allow the army to move south.

This is arguably the safest time of day.

Not to mention, there is also Yongqi City, a strategically important city in the northwest, which can control the river and hold its ground. General Ling has invested heavily there, so even if a large enemy army is pressing in, it will not be able to fall so quickly.

There's no way Bei Lie could come from this direction!

"Report!"

"General, Yongqi City has fallen. General Zhang Linyu has led the remaining troops to retreat to Hanxi City."

And just then, it seemed as if his idea was being confirmed.

News of the frontline defeat arrived.

The commander's expression changed again; he realized this was indeed reality.

Regardless of how the enemy did it.

The reality is that the enemy is now right in front of us.

He needs to face this very terrifying thing.

Bei Lie is about to get serious!

If Bei Lie captures this place, it will cut off the retreat route of Ling Yu's army.

Caught between internal and external attacks, Qian Yuan is likely to suffer an unprecedented defeat.

The essence of the entire country is contained here.

If they lose this battle, the Qian Yuan dynasty may face the threat of national annihilation.

His face was deathly pale, and his hands were trembling.

He grabbed the messenger's shoulder: "Quickly, immediately, head north and ask General Ling for help!"

"No...you go to Yue Ru City in the east first, it's the closest to us! Ask them for help!"

He then said to another guard, "Go and report this to General Ling."

"Yes!"

Arrangements have been made for seeking assistance.

Wang Dacheng gasped for breath, forcing himself to calm down. He drew his sword, his voice trembling slightly: "Notify the entire army to prepare for battle!"

……

The horses' hooves pounded against the solid ice, producing a series of dull thuds, while hearty laughter echoed through the heavens and earth.

"Hahaha~ Warriors of Beilie, charge with me!"

"The place where that brat Qian Yuan hoarded grain is just ahead. If we cut off his supply here, we'll win!"

"The garrison commander is Wang Dacheng, don't let him escape! Hahaha, I'll chop off his head!"

The wind and snow swirled and landed on the soldiers' cold, hard armor.

Qin Zhuang's hair and beard were covered in snow, his face flushed red, he held the reins in one hand and brandished his broadsword in the other, leading the way and shouting loudly.

The weather was a bit cold, but that couldn't stop the boiling passion coursing through his body.

Kill kill kill!

Win, win, win!
Since Ling Yu went north, Bei Lie has been experiencing a series of misfortunes, something that has never happened in the past few decades.

Qin Lou's personal command of the expedition did not alleviate the problem; on the contrary, it continuously damaged his prestige.

Although Qin Lou himself remained calm and unconcerned, Qin Zhuang, the guard who revered him as a faith, was nearly driven mad with anxiety.

Today we finally got the chance to thoroughly dampen Qian Yuan's arrogance.

Today, no one can stop him from killing the enemy.

"Hahaha! Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"kill!"

Behind him, wild horses neighed and trotted through the ice and snow.

The soldiers also shouted loudly, their momentum was overwhelming.

It's not just Qin Zhuang.

Bei Lie was being suppressed, and all the soldiers were filled with resentment and indignation.

This feeling can only be relieved by the blood and fear of the enemy.

A victorious army is bound to be arrogant, while a desperate army is bound to be victorious.

……

"Whoosh!"

The arrow pierced the air and precisely struck the chest of the defenders of Liuxia Mountain.

The difference is simply too obvious.

How could a few thousand reserve troops stationed to guard provisions possibly withstand the long-suppressed, fierce and surging Northern Fierce Cavalry?
"no no……"

"We can't hold it!"

"Run! Run!"

"General, let's retreat!"

Reality is not a fairy tale; the weak overcoming the strong and the few defeating the many are the deeds of heroes who go down in history.

After all, it is a very small minority.

Most mediocre people have been swept away by the tide of history, leaving no trace of their names.

In other words, the garrison of Liuxia Mountain was composed of these mediocre men.

Tens of thousands of Northern Fierce Army soldiers charged in, and before the battle even began, the defending troops were terrified and their morale collapsed.

How can we defend against that?

The main force of the Qian Yuan Army is not here at all.

Using a feint to attack a solid enemy is a battle that is impossible to win.

"Hahahaha!"

Qin Zhuang grinned ferociously, his muscles bulging and his skin as hard as steel, making him look like a humanoid beast. He charged ahead, smashing through the wooden gate of the camp, and looked down at the terrified soldiers who were fleeing in panic: "Who dares to fight me?!"

(End of this chapter)