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“Your Majesty~” The eunuchs and palace maids outside the palace saw His Majesty hobbling out and cried out, rushing forward to help him.
While feeling relieved, Zhang Yuanqing didn't forget to maintain his persona and shouted loudly, "There's an assassin! Quickly inform the Imperial City Division!"
The palace maids and eunuchs also noticed the fierce fighting in the palace and, in panic, ran in all directions spreading the cries of "There's an assassin!" and "Come and save His Majesty!"
One told ten, ten told a hundred, and cries for help echoed everywhere outside the palace.
With his leg injured, Zhang Yuanqing was helped by two eunuchs as he fled to the square outside the palace.
While waiting for the Imperial City Division's imperial guards to arrive, he grabbed the sleeve of the eunuch on his left and whispered a few words in his ear.
The eunuch was first stunned, then nodded: "As you command!"
He abandoned the emperor and hurried into the night.
Soon, flames flickered from afar, accompanied by the clanging of armor. The imperial guards, holding torches, were the first to arrive, led by Zheng Longtu, the commander of the imperial guards, whom he had seen during the day.
"Your Majesty!" Zheng Longtu rushed over with his sword at his side, looking anxious. "This humble servant is late in rescuing you and deserves ten thousand deaths." He looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down by the light of the torch, and his stern expression eased slightly when he saw that he was not in mortal danger.
Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly said, "Quickly capture the female assassin, and keep her alive."
Zheng Longtu nodded and waved his hand: "Quickly capture the assassin!"
The imperial guards behind him responded loudly, discarded their torches, and rushed into the palace.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound came, the sound of insects flapping their wings, dense and loud.
In the flickering torchlight, Zhang Yuanqing saw an insect land on the face of a eunuch. The insect was two inches long, jet-black, and had a pair of thin wings. He couldn't tell what species it was.
The insect opened its hideous mandibles and bit down hard on the eunuch's face.
"Ah..." The eunuch screamed miserably and rolled on the ground in agony. The imperial guards were doing the same.
Several fire masters in the army raised their torches and blew hard, sending a several-meter-long tongue of fire into the sky, illuminating the entire square and the sky.
The insects that were touched by the flames in the air fell down with a rustling sound, emitting a burnt smell. They were Gu insects, so a wizard was lurking in the palace.
Zheng Longtu's expression changed, and he shouted, "You, guard the palace, kill the insects, and protect His Majesty."
He grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder and said urgently, "Your Majesty, come with me to the side hall for now."
Without waiting for an answer, he dragged Zhang Yuanqing away. Zhang Yuanqing, who was weak and unable to take care of himself, could only let him drag him forward.
"Yes!"
Zheng Longtu kicked open the door of the side hall, took Zhang Yuanqing inside to hide, turned around, closed the door, and pulled the bolt.
Fortunately, they were safe along the way. The Gu insects didn't chase them, nor did they try to attack them.
After closing the door, Zheng Longtu, who had been so tense and serious, suddenly felt extremely relaxed. He walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it unhurriedly.
Zhang Yuanqing stayed at the door, observing the situation outside through the crack in the door. At this time, more and more imperial guards were arriving, and more and more insects were attacking.
The insects and the imperial guards were locked in a stalemate, and a raging fire had started in the palace. None of the three female assassins or Li Changshi came out.
The purpose of the wizard behind the scenes in not manipulating the insect swarm to attack the imperial guards was to stall them and create an opportunity for the three female assassins to escape.
In that case, the identity of the wizard manipulating the insect swarm was obvious: it was Xiaoyuan. Only Xiaoyuan would save them.
But how did Xiaoyuan know their identities? What was Xiaoyuan's role? First, rule out the Empress.
She didn't attack me; her mission wasn't to assassinate the tyrant. But she didn't save me either, which means she doesn't know that the tyrant is Yuan Shi, or she's still observing.
Zhang Yuanqing analyzed quickly. At this moment, Zheng Longtu's voice rang in his ear, "Your Majesty, the side hall is very safe. You can rest assured."
“Commander Zheng, why not have the imperial guards protect the outside of the side hall? What if thieves come in?” Zhang Yuanqing retracted his gaze and turned to look at Zheng Longtu in the room.
He suddenly stiffened, his back pressed against the latticed door, unable to move. A sword was pressed against his chest. "You..." Zhang Yuanqing's pupils constricted as he looked in shock at the commander of the Imperial City Division. In terms of blood relations, Zheng Longtu was Zhao Shun's cousin, and at his core, his confidant.
The candlelight flickered in the side hall, reflecting on Zheng Longtu's face, making his expression seem erratic.
Zheng Longtu said expressionlessly, "With the imperial guards outside the door, how can I assassinate Your Majesty? Your Majesty is really lucky. That strange poison that was refined didn't kill you. It forced me to take the risk of assassinating you today. Who gave you the ingenious plan of using poison to counteract poison? The physicians in the palace don't have that level of skill."
In the dim and lonely night, the flames on the walls of Linxia City flickered in the night wind, spreading along the city walls like a twisting fire dragon. As the Night Watcher Zhao Chenghuang.
He naturally took on the task of night watch. He stood on the city wall, looking out at the dark wilderness outside the city. The tents of the Northern Dynasty's army were built along the river, and he could see their vague outlines with his eyesight.
The first night after descending into the dungeon was very peaceful. Because of the peace, the defending soldiers yawned repeatedly. After the worm Gu poison test during the day, the Northern Dynasty did not move. Seeing that there was no opportunity to take advantage of, they temporarily calmed down. The two armies confronted each other from a distance, and neither started a war.
But Zhao Chenghuang knew that all of this was the calm before the storm. From the perspective of the dungeon, it was necessary to give time to adapt to the environment and collect intelligence.
From a practical level, siege warfare is also a protracted war. A standoff of ten days or half a month is possible.
But war will eventually come. Zhao Chenghuang had never experienced such a large-scale battle before, and he felt uneasy and nervous, but not afraid. After all, as a Night Watcher, the battlefield was also his home.
Because there were dead bodies and corpses everywhere. While his thoughts were flying, Zhao Chenghuang saw a thick fog rising in the wilderness at some point. The thick fog covered the sky and the sun, making the already dim night even darker.
At the same time, several wraiths he had arranged upstream captured the sound of rapid footsteps in the thick fog.
The next second, he lost contact with those wraiths wrapped in thick fog.
Zhao Chenghuang felt a chill in his heart and shouted, "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
While shouting, he rushed to the drum and struck it hard with the drumstick.
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Dong, dong, dong!
The heavy sound of the drum spread in the night, covering the entire city. The silent barracks instantly revived, and the defending soldiers, ready for battle, were like marching ants.
They rushed to the training ground to assemble, some entered the warehouse to carry siege equipment and tools, and the soldiers resting on the city head poured out, carrying arrows.
Some carried fire oil, some carried battering rams, and others operated the ballistae set up on the city head.
Fu Qingyang, the Devil Eye Heavenly King, and Xiahou Aotian were the first to fly over the city wall. Looking out, they only saw a rolling gray-white fog, moving as fast as a galloping horse, less than ten zhang away from the city wall.
Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice, "The Fog Master can teleport in the fog. Immediately blow away the thick fog."
This sentence was of course for Xiahou Aotian to hear.
The only Refiner in the team unhurriedly opened his inventory and took out a six-foot (two-meter) long giant white feather fan.
Whoosh, whoosh!
A strong wind suddenly rose, pushing back the rolling fog. Xiahou Aotian exerted all his strength and continuously waved the feather fan, which was taller than him. The airflow formed an invisible barrier on the city head and fanned back the surging fog.
As he continued to wave, the airflow within a hundred meters became more and more violent, forming gusts of wind tens of meters high.
Some gusts of wind dispersed on the city head, while others drifted towards the flat wilderness.
The violent airflow rolled up the thick fog and either spread it in all directions or rolled it up into the sky.
In an instant, the rolling thick smoke and fog dissipated, and the enemy hidden in the thick fog appeared in the eyes of the defending soldiers.
The archer riders charged in the front, with the infantry in the center and the catapults pulled by horses at the rear.
Seeing this, two experienced centurions raised the small flags in their hands and issued orders with flag language. In ancient large-scale battles, flag language was used to issue orders. It was difficult to convey human language to the three armies in the chaos of war, even for heroes like Zhang Fei, who roared and broke the Changban Bridge.
According to the changes in the hand flags, some of the defenders on the city head drew their bows and aimed at the distance, while others loaded the ballistae and adjusted their direction, waiting for the Northern Dynasty cavalry to enter within two hundred steps of the city wall.
The two centurions simultaneously waved the hand flags heavily, and at that moment, tens of thousands of arrows rained down from the city head, like a torrential rain washing the ground.
The Northern Dynasty's heavy armored cavalry charged forward under the rain of arrows, until they charged within a hundred steps before stopping.
The city above and below was mutually attacked by arrows. Under the cover of their own riders, the infantry raised their shields, came to the city, set up cloud ladders, bit their swords, and quickly climbed the cloud ladders.
At this time, the defenders in the barracks had already climbed the city head with siege equipment, and they picked up battering stones and attacked the enemy troops who were sieging the city like rain.
But more and more infantry rushed to the city, attached to the cloud ladders like ants, and quickly climbed up.
The defenders moved oil drums and poured the viscous, flammable liquid down, and the fire masters in the army ejected fireballs to ignite the fire oil.
The ice flames ruthlessly devoured the enemy troops who were attacking the city. A raging fire ignited below the city walls, emitting thick smoke. The high temperature and smoke made the enemy troops who were lucky enough not to be splashed by the fire oil suffer.
Fu Qingyang watched this scene indifferently.
As a high-ranking scout, he was already used to such scenes, but Lingjing, Tianxiaguihuo, Zhao Chenghuang, and Xiahou Aotian had never seen such a scene where lives were treated like grass and were deeply shocked.
Their professions determined that they would never encounter large-scale war instances.
“Whoosh!”
A sharp whistle came, and an arrow pierced through the battlefield at an unimaginable speed, shooting towards Fu Qingyang.
Fu Qingyang stood still and caught the arrow shot at him. A burly figure in the enemy army rose into the sky like a cannonball and attacked, laughing wildly: "Yang Ce, I didn't expect you, a good-for-nothing from a noble family, to have some skill. We didn't have enough fun during the day, let's fight again."
This person was wearing blood-colored armor, had a head full of dirty braids, a flat nose, and single eyelids, a typical Northerner.
Wanyan Batian, the Right Commander of the Great Que Army!
While Wanyan Batian was still in the air, two blood-colored runes had already appeared in his eyes.
The soldiers beside Fu Qingyang screamed and hugged their heads, their blood vessels bulging and losing their minds, slaughtering each other.
At this moment, a golden-red light shot out from the other side of the city head and hit Wanyan Batian. The burly general, whose body was full of muscles, stiffened, and the spiritual power in his body stopped in mid-air in chaos.
Fu Qingyang shook his wrist and threw the arrow in his hand, hitting Wan Yan Batian's forehead. He only heard a sharp sound, sparks flew, and the arrow containing sword energy only broke through the flesh and failed to injure the bone.
"I'll take care of this guy." The Devil Eye Heavenly King, who had been impatient for a long time, "bang" jumped out.
He crashed into Wanyan Batian from the side. The collision of the two ancient war gods was like the sound of an ancient temple bell, and Wanyan Batian smashed into the cavalry regiment below him, killing and wounding both men and horses.
The two ancient war gods fought each other in the midst of the army. Sometimes they fought on the city head, and sometimes they fell into the Northern Dynasty army. Everywhere they went, men and horses were truly crushed.
The Devil Eye Heavenly King's level was lower than Wanyan Batian's, but the bewitching light eyes allowed him to take the upper hand and almost completely suppressed Wanyan Batian's output.
However, the ancient war gods had copper skin and iron bones, were invulnerable to swords and spears, and not only had tenacious vitality, but were also surrounded by blood energy.
When seriously injured, they could randomly grab a soldier to absorb their essence and blood, and then recover completely.
While the two armies were locked in a stalemate, a high-pitched drum sound came from the rear of the Northern Dynasty.
The Juque Army, an elite division wearing blood-colored armor, finally joined the battlefield.
At the same time, a pressure from a high-level being descended. The mid-level, senior generals, and soldiers on the battlefield trembled uncontrollably, and even Fu Qingyang, the commander-in-chief, unconsciously tensed his muscles as if facing a formidable enemy.
Fu Qingyang's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, Tuoba Guanghe!
Level Nine!