The Tang army soon calmed down after a short commotion. They set up the tents and the battle array was ready. From the generals to the soldiers, they all knew that the Taoist coalition army came out of the city to cooperate with the defense, not because they had the guts to attack the Tang army before they had a firm foothold.
The Tang army was still confident, but they were not less vigilant. More and more reports came from Yangzhou. The Divine Halls of West-Hill had sent more divine priests to the coalition army. The Imperial Center Administration and the Tactical Array Masters in the Tang army might be able to resist the divine priest's Divine Skills. But who could stop Hengmu Liren?
The young and legendary Great Divine Priest of West-Hill had recovered from his wounds a few days ago. A super powerful figure like him was powerful enough to decide the outcome of the war. If no one could stop him, he could easily wipe out the cultivators in the Tang army with the help of the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls. As long as he killed all the Tactical Array Masters and Talisman Masters, the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls would launch a surprise attack. How could the Tang army defeat them?
Today, when the Tang army was approaching, the lords of the aristocratic families and the generals of the South Jin Kingdom on the city wall of Yangzhou were calm and orderly. Obviously, they knew that as long as Hengmu Liren was here, the coalition army would never lose and Yangzhou would never fall. Then there was nothing to worry about.
In front of the central tent of the Tang army, dozens of cavalrymen were standing on the meadow and looking at the direction of Yangzhou. In fact, those generals were all looking at Ning Que. It seemed that the key to the war was the battle between him and Hengmu.
Nobody believed that Ning Que could kill Hengmu Liren. Even though he was Mr. Thirteen of the Academy and had an unimaginably high position in the hearts of the Tang army and people, the killer was Hengmu Liren, the son of Haotian.
They only hoped that Ning Que could defeat or even stall Hengmu Liren, so that Hengmu Liren would not affect the battle before the Tang cavalry was sure of the victory.
Ning Que seemed to be unaware of their gazes. He quietly looked at the City of Yangzhou, the fields outside the city, the official road between the fields, and the green trees on both sides of the road. Perhaps it was because Hengmu Liren did not want his view to be obstructed, the corpses of the followers of the New Stream and the young people who were loyal to the old Tang were not hung in the fields. Because of the war and the purge, the farmers were not in the mood to farm, so the fields were abandoned.
There were no seedlings in front of the City of Yangzhou, only weeds and wildflowers. Ning Que could not remember if it was late spring or early summer. Looking at the flowers in the smoke and feeling the wild prosperity, he suddenly thought of a saying.
"Fireworks in Yangzhou in March." He murmured.
Song Qian and the others were severely injured by Hengmu Liren. They could not stand up no matter how much medicine they took. They were left in the Verdant Canyon to recover. Wang Chi was the only disciple of the Academy who followed Ning Que to the battlefield today.
Wang Chi shook his head and said, "The flowering season is already the fifth month."
Ning Que recalled that it was snowing when he left Chang 'an. Time passed too fast. He could not help but sigh and said, "I don't have the energy to remember these things."
Time was the most important thing. But he had to go to the Wilderness in the north and the Qinghe River in the south. He had to kill many difficult people and make many difficult decisions. Those things seemed to be more important than time.
"Eleventh Brother, I'll go first." Ning Que said to Wang Chi.
Wang Chi looked at him worriedly and said, "Don't force yourself if you can't succeed."
Ning Que smiled and lifted the reins. The big black horse slowly lifted its hooves and trod on the fertile fields. Along the way, the weeds were bent and the wildflowers were broken. It was heading toward the City of Yangzhou.
A single rider arrived at Yangzhou City, attracting dozens of sparse arrows.
The Big Black Horse looked at the enemies on the city wall with an indifferent expression. It probably thought it was boring. Ning Que did not dodge and watched the arrows fall on the field in front.
Someone looked at the handsome black horse and the man dressed in a black academy uniform on its back and finally remembered the descriptions in the rumors. He immediately lost his head in panic and shouted loudly.
"Ning Que!"
"Mr. Thirteen!"
"The Academy is here!"
Recognizing Ning Que, the people on the city wall of Yangzhou were in an uproar. There were people moving everywhere and the sound of heavy shields moving was deafening. The prideful red-robed clerics instantly paled. They waved their arms and screamed, "Quickly report this to the Divine Seat!"
Bai Haixin had died in front of the Verdant Canyon a few years ago. The current commander-in-chief of the South Jin Kingdom was his brother-in-law, Dong Wei. Dong Wei, who was usually calm and confident in front of his subordinates, had already hidden behind three layers of shields. Looking at the iron bow on Ning Que's shoulder, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his voice trembled violently. "Mr. Thirteen, please wait! The Great Divine Priest will be here soon! "
The entire human world knew how powerful and terrifying Ning Que was. Just like how the Tangs were worried about Hengmu Liren, Ning Que's name was also a terrifying deterrent to the enemies of the Tang Empire. Fortunately, the iron bow was resting on his shoulder quietly. Otherwise, Dong Wei and the priests in red would not even dare to shout.
Even if they could shout, they would not shout for a fight. They would just say that the Great Divine Priest would be here soon and that they should wait for a moment. For the people in the human world, powerful cultivators like Ning Que and Hengmu were no different from immortals. Since there was going to be a fight between immortals today, why would they, as immortals, bring about their own destruction?
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The news that Ning Que had arrived at the City of Yangzhou reached Hengmu Liren's ears in the shortest time possible. His innocent face revealed a sincere smile and he said with relief, "Finally, you are here."
A priest was reporting the latest military intelligence to the Divine Halls in a low voice. He told the Divine Halls of West-Hill about the collapse of the Golden Tribe Royal Court and how Ning Que defeated ten thousand cavalries in the City of Wei with one arrow. Then he begged the Great Divine Priest with a trembling voice not to underestimate the enemy.
Hengmu Liren laughed innocently and satisfyingly. He murmured, "So what if he is powerful? He is just a mortal after all, while I am the real Son of God. "
Yes, he thought that he was the real Son of West-Hill and Long Qing was not qualified to be mentioned in the same breath with him. If it were not for Long Qing's silence, he would have made Long Qing the only one in the world.
"Ning Que, I will meet you outside the city."
Hengmu Liren looked to the north and said slowly. His childish voice condensed into a beam and stirred up the layers of gauze in front of the sedan. It flew over ten miles and exploded in the fields outside the city like thunder in spring.
Boom!
Many soldiers on the City of Yangzhou almost fainted because of the thunder. They managed to hold their bodies and not fall down. When they came to their senses, they were all cheering.
The Great Divine Priest's casual words were like the power of heaven. His state was way beyond the human realm. No matter how powerful Mr. Thirteen from the Academy was, how could he defeat the Great Divine Priest?
Ning Que lowered his head and looked at the wild flowers in the fields calmly. The Big Black Horse lowered its head and chewed on a wild flower. It did not taste good and spat it out, as if it did not hear the thunder at all.
"Meet me outside the city?"
He looked up at the City of Yangzhou and said, "I am the owner of this place. I can meet you however I want."
He did not use the Great Spirit on purpose. He just said it normally, so his words were not as powerful as Hengmu Liren's. But he knew that Hengmu Liren could hear him.
After that, he took out a handful of meatballs and stuffed them into the Big Black Horse's mouth.
The Big Black Horse did not dare to disobey. It chewed the meatballs with a bitter face and swallowed them as fast as it could. Then it lowered its head and chewed on the grass with dew on it so that it would not be affected by the smell.
The meatballs were concocted by Wang Chi. They were very effective but tasteless.
Ning Que also ate a handful of meatballs. He looked at the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill and the South Jin Kingdom below the City of Yangzhou. He stroked the Big Black Horse's hair and said, "You came from the Southern Battlefront Army and left the Military Ministry because I chose you outside the Academy. You should be a warhorse no matter how I look at it."
The Big Black Horse nodded in agreement.
He said, "You and I have been to many places and fought against many enemies. But in fact, we have never been to a real battlefield. I came from a cavalryman and you came from a warhorse. Don't you feel regretful?"
The Big Black Horse wanted to say that he did not feel regretful, but he did not dare to. Moreover, he could feel the effects of the meatballs spreading in his body. He felt that his blood was heating up and he wanted to sprint wildly.
Was this the feeling of being hot-blooded?
He remembered the last time he had such a feeling and impulse. It was many years ago when he saw the coquettish and beautiful big white mare in the Left King's Palace Racing Competition in the Wilderness.
The Big Black Horse's breathing became rough and rapid, and it kept breathing out hot air.
Ning Que untied the iron bow and casually pulled it to the fullest. He aimed in the direction of Yangzhou City.
There were countless pairs of eyes watching him from above and below the city walls. Even if it was the slightest movement, at least half of them were probably staring at his shoulder, at the dark iron bow.
When he pulled the iron bow and aimed at Yangzhou City, there was a sudden uproar and countless screams of panic.
The leaders of the clans and the generals of the Coalition Army knew the terror of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows the best. They were the most vigilant and watched closely. Therefore, they reacted the fastest. Countless swishing sounds could be heard. Countless people hugged their heads and squatted down. They looked like weeds that had been blown down by the wind. Of course, the weeds were not strong.
The cavalrymen in front of the city gate felt like they were falling into the abyss of death even though they were only being pointed at by the arrowhead. Some of them desperately whipped their mounts. Some were so distracted that they forgot to move and let their mounts drag them to the side. In a short period of time, there was a large empty space.
There was nothing between Ning Que's arrow and the gate of Yangzhou. There was nothing to block it.
He released the bowstring. He did not use the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, but an ordinary arrow.
With a swoosh, the arrow landed on the city gate of Yangzhou City that had been built for less than two years. The gate was extremely thick. The sharp arrowhead penetrated half a foot into the gate, but it still could not penetrate it.
The arrow seemed to have lost its momentum and stopped moving forward. It began to vibrate violently. The tail of the arrow rubbed against the air at a high speed, producing a dull and frightening buzzing sound. Buzz …
The arrow pierced deeply into the thick city gate. As it vibrated at such a terrifying speed, the place where it touched began to soften. In the next moment, there was even a thin crack.
At the moment when the arrow fell on the city gate, Ning Que moved.
An arrogant neigh tore through the quiet sky outside Yangzhou City.
The Big Black Horse did not stand on its hind legs. It lowered its head and stomped its hind hooves on the ground. The soft field was shaken by its stomps, causing two extremely exaggerated muddy rains and a large cloud of dust.
The muddy rain and dust continued to rise, covering the eyes of the Tang Army. When the dust settled and they looked at the field again, they found that the Big Black Horse was already a thousand feet away.
A thousand feet away in an instant. What a terrifying speed! Looking at the straight line of dust in the field and the Big Black Horse sprinting at the front like lightning, everyone was silent.
Yangzhou City was close.
A cavalry commander of the West-Hill Divine Hall shouted and tried to stop it with a talisman knife in his hand.
Ning Que did not even look at him, and neither did the Big Black Horse.
The shout turned into a scream. The cavalry commander was shaken into the sky. Blood gushed out from his neck and the depths of his armor. It was a rain of blood.
Yangzhou City was closer.
A Sword Master from the South Jin Kingdom pulled out his sword and wanted to launch a sneak attack. Although he was not a disciple of the Sword Garret, he had learned some sword style from the Sword Garret. He was particular about a foot in front of the body, so he held his sword tightly.
He wanted to use his sword at the most powerful moment.
The Big Black Horse crashed into his body.
The Sword Master from the South Jin Kingdom did not have time to draw his sword because the Big Black Horse was too fast. It was so fast that it was beyond his imagination and all his calculations. It was even several times faster than his sword.
A foot in front of the body?
His sword was knocked back by the Big Black Horse just as he was unsheathed. With a swish, the Sword Master from the South Jin Kingdom's body was cut in half. He was cut in half by his own sword.
The Big Black Horse rushed into the hundred thousand cavalrymen with a violent cloud of dust.
It was so duty-bound, righteous, and fearless.
Because its blood was hot.
Of course, if it had not taken those pills, it might not have been so resolute.
The cloud of dust was straight, and the black lightning lit up the entire field.
In front of that straight line, countless figures were shaken into the sky.
Bang, bang, bang. The hard armor was deflated.
Boom, boom, boom. The sharp swords and knives were broken.
Yangzhou was really close.
The allied cavalry finally organized an effective defensive formation. Several long spears were pointed at the front. The sharp and poisonous spear tips shone with a chilling luster under the sunlight.
Ning Que stared at the arrow that was still shaking violently on the city gate and said, "Rise."
The Big Black Horse neighed and leaped into the sky.
Time seemed to stop at this moment.
On the horse's back, Ning Que punched the tail of the arrow.
Countless cracks appeared on the thick city gate in an instant, densely packed like a spider web.
Crack, crack, crack, crack. The city gate collapsed.
The Big Black Horse landed, lighter than a swallow.
Several terrifying spears had already been left behind.
It did not slow down and continued to rush forward like a black ghost.
They entered Yangzhou.
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(I wrote for the whole day today and only wrote four thousand words. I almost threw up. Mom was shocked when she heard the sound of me retching. She thought something was wrong with me … Actually, my body is fine. It's all mental problems. Is my writing so bad that I feel like throwing up while writing? I really want to curse. I thought I would have to write about life and family relationships with Hengmu today. So I'll leave it for tomorrow. I hope I can write more tomorrow. Anyway, I'm talking about recovering today and breaking out tomorrow … If I can't break out tomorrow, well, I'll tell everyone who the culprit is.)
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