"Grandfather …"
Zhu Yan sighed and patted his grandson on the shoulder. "Go ahead. I'll cover you."
Zhu Ling gritted his teeth and nodded with red eyes. "I know. Take care, grandfather!"
"Go ahead!"
Zhu Ling led the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses he brought to the mountains where they had been entrenched for more than ten years. In the small town behind him, Zhu Yan, who was over seventy years old, led less than fifty thousand West-Hill soldiers to guard this lonely small town. What they had to face was the murderous aura of over a hundred thousand strong Mo Family troops behind them. Riding on the horse, Zhu Ling looked back at the small town in the night. He only heard his grandfather's old voice standing alone on the tower and looking in his direction. Zhu Ling's heart trembled. He endured the piercing pain in his eyes, whipped the horse beneath him, and quickly galloped forward.
The small town was not far from the mountains where the Jingguo Army was stationed. Twenty to thirty miles was just a matter of two hours for the army. But after entering the mountains, they had to slow down. Even though this was a place that they could not be more familiar with after living here for more than ten years, now the people hiding here were no longer their comrades and relatives, but their enemies hiding in the dark.
"Young master, the scout ahead reported that there was no movement ahead." The guard rode back to Zhu Ling and reported in a low voice.
Zhu Ling said in a low voice, "It's more problematic that there is no movement. I'm afraid … the people left behind are all gone." Before he left, he left thirty thousand soldiers in the mountains. If they came back, how could there be no movement at all? Now, looking at the dark and silent mountains in front of him, Zhu Ling wiped away the last bit of hope in his heart.
"Young master, that Miss Yang is really …" The guard could not continue. Although they had only known each other for a few days, he had a good impression of Miss Yang. At the same time, he could see that his young master treated the girl differently. They lived in the mountains all year round and rarely had contact with outsiders. If the young master and Miss Yang could be together, it would be a good thing. But he did not expect …
Thinking of the weak and gentle girl, Zhu Ling's face darkened. He never thought that he would be deceived by a woman, and that woman … Even now, he still had a trace of hope that this was just a misunderstanding. However, his rationality also told him that there was no such thing as a coincidence in this world.
Looking at his young master's gloomy face in the dark night, the guard quickly changed the topic and said, "Young master, after passing this col, we will reach our camp."
"Tell the people in front to be careful." Zhu Ling nodded and said in a deep voice.
But sometimes, it was useless to be careful. The path in the mountains was narrow, and the soldiers in front of them passed through safely without any incident. Just as everyone was about to relax, a loud sound rang out from the mountains. People were shocked to see a huge rock being pushed down from the top of the mountain by something. Then, there was a rumbling sound all around, and countless rocks rolled down from the sides of the hill. Soon, the path forward and backward was blocked. Needless to say, the wails and cries for help from the countless soldiers who were smashed by the rocks instantly resounded throughout the entire forest.
Soon, countless torches were lit on both sides of the mountain. In an instant, they lit up the dark forest like two dazzling dragons.
Some of the West-Hill soldiers trapped in the valley cried out in panic, and some had already counterattacked. But the other side was on high ground, and the Mohist army's archery was famous in all countries. For a moment, the valley was filled with the thick smell of blood.
Zhu Ling stood silently in the midst of the chaos. The bodyguards around him loyally deflected the arrows that were shot at him. His handsome face was filled with malice and anger in the flickering light of the fire, but he was powerless in the face of the rain of arrows pouring down from above. More than a decade of hard work, more than 20 years of his grandfather's painstaking efforts, had it been destroyed before he could even react? Today, it was not only the hundreds of thousands of the Zhu Family's Jingguo Army that were destroyed in this small valley. It was also his more than a decade of painstaking effort, more than a decade of patience and ambition.
In the end, he was still too young. What Zhu Ling did not understand was that heroes were born in troubled times. However, there were only a few heroes in a chaotic world. Most of them were cannon fodders who were buried with the heroes. And in this world, there was no rule that whoever sacrificed enough would become a hero in troubled times.
"Young Master, leave quickly!" The guard behind him pushed him, bringing him back to his senses. Only then did Zhu Ling see that the guards around him were already wounded, but they still surrounded him and bitterly held on. But the terrain was already extremely unfavorable to them, and the Mohist army's archers were not so easy to resist. At this time, they were already at the end of the road.
Zhu Ling smiled bitterly. "Leave? Where can I go? "
"Anywhere is good. Where there is life, there is hope. Young Master, leave quickly! " The guard hurriedly called out, and could not help but push Zhu Ling again, reminding him sternly, "Young Master, don't forget that the old general is still waiting for you." Zhu Ling was startled, as if he had really come back to his senses. Looking up, the valley was a scene of devastation, and less than 20% of the soldiers could stand up.
"Protect Young Master! Kill our way out! "The person beside him roared. Soon, the loyal guards and retainers of the Zhu family all rushed over, supporting Zhu Ling as he rushed forward. They had lived in this forest for more than 20 years, and naturally understood where they had the best chance of escaping. The remaining soldiers seemed to understand that they were in a desperate situation, and they all roared as they rushed up the hills on both sides, wanting to perish together with the enemy. However, even more of them were shot down again. Occasionally, there were a few who climbed to the top, but they could not escape the sharp blades of the Mohist army that were already waiting there.
The group of people protecting Zhu Ling were all experts in martial arts, but in the end, only seven or eight of them managed to escape the valley. Once they got out of the encirclement and entered the forest, it would be their world. No matter how strong the Mohist army was, it would be extremely difficult to find them in this kind of mountain range. But once they rushed out of the valley, the scene in front of them still shocked them. Even in the darkness of the night, they could still see the tragic scene of corpses strewn across the field through the dim moonlight, and the thick smell of blood in the air. These were the soldiers who had rushed out first. Unfortunately, they did not die in the barrage of arrows in the valley, but they were still unable to escape the enemy's ambush outside.
"Young Master, let's go!" A guard riddled with wounds pulled Zhu Ling aside and said hoarsely.
"Let's go!" Zhu Ling said hoarsely.
"Young Master Zhu." An elegant and graceful voice drifted through the bloody forest. Zhu Ling's heart trembled, and he raised his head to look. Not far from the mountain path, a white-clothed girl stood in the wind. Under the dim moonlight, the girl's face revealed a crystalline luster, and her graceful and elegant eyes held a faint luster. She suddenly appeared in this dark and bloody mountain battlefield, making people feel like she was a banshee of the forest.
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