Chapter 787 Yuan Shu was killed, and the battle of Yanzhou ended (End Yanzhou as soon as possible, and speed up the progress below)

Yuan Shu closed his eyes. He didn't dare to look, nor did he want to look. He knew that what was about to happen was death.

At this moment, countless images flashed through his mind, including the glory of the Yuan family, his own ambitions, and the unattainable dream of becoming emperor.

But all this will come to nothing at this moment.

"Pfft!"

There was an ear-piercing sound, followed by a violent tremor of Yuan Shu's body. That was the sound of the Soul-Destroying Blood Spear piercing through the flesh.

Yuan Shu only felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if countless sharp blades were tearing at his body.

He opened his eyes and saw Yang Yin's ferocious face close to him, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Ho ho!"

Yuan Shu's body drooped limply, and blood gushed out from his chest like a fountain, staining his clothes and the ground beneath his feet red.

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the breath of life disappeared bit by bit.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only let out a faint groan and completely lost consciousness.

Yang Yin looked at Yuan Shu's fallen body coldly, without a trace of pity in his heart.

He pulled back the Soul-Destroying Blood Spear, and the blood on the tip of the spear dripped onto the ground, making a "tick, tick" sound, as if it was the final countdown to Yuan Shu's life.

He looked around. All the Yuan family's masters and priests were standing there quietly. No one dared to take a step forward. Their eyes were filled with fear and awe. They felt unprecedented fear of Yang Yin, the god of death from Daqian.

Yang Yin chuckled and looked at the Yuan family's worshippers with eyes full of ridicule and disdain.

Then he turned and looked at the center of the battlefield, where the fierce battle between Yuan Hong and Gong Xiaochuan was still going on.

At this time, inside and outside Yanwang City, under the cover of night, in the direction of the Chiyu Army camp not far away, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half the sky red. It was a doomsday-like scene, foreshadowing that a storm was about to sweep in.

Yanwang City is an important city standing in the heart of Yanzhou. Its walls are made of huge bluestones. After years of baptism, it is still as solid as before, as if it can withstand all the storms in the world.

On the city wall, the beacon tower stands tall. In the night, a few lights flicker, like the open eyes of the ancient city, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

The city gate is heavy, made of bronze, and engraved with intricate totems, demonstrating the majesty and glory of the former King Yan's Palace.

At this moment, the city gate, which was so heavy that it seemed to be able to isolate everything, slowly opened.

The creaking sound of the door hinges turning seemed particularly clear in the silent night, and every sound was like the wheel of history slowly rolling.

The city gate opened wide, like a sleeping beast opening its mouth to welcome an unknown fate.

In the middle of the city gate, Shi Fuyan, the prince of Prince Yan's Palace, stood alone, with only a few personal guards beside him. His figure appeared particularly lonely and determined in the shadow cast by the city gate.

Shi Fuyan was still wearing a black robe, but his hood had been taken off, revealing his slightly haggard but extremely resolute face.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds onto his body, covering him with a layer of silver glow.

Shi Fuyan stood there quietly, waiting, with mixed feelings in his heart, nervous about the upcoming changes, but also relieved to have finally taken this step.

Just then, the sound of horse hooves came from afar, breaking the silence of the night.

Lufa, the "war lord" of the Daqian rebellion-suppressing army, rode over on horseback, his figure in golden armor stretched out in the moonlight, like a golden morning light, cutting through the night sky. When he came in front of Shi Fuyan, Lufa nodded, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Your Highness is indeed trustworthy."

Lufa's voice was low, with a barely perceptible softness.

"General Lu, the survival of the Yan Palace and the future of Yanzhou are in your hands."

Shi Fuyan smiled slightly, with a hint of bitterness and relief. His tone was indifferent, and it was obvious that he had prepared for the worst.

Lufa nodded, then waved to Ma Qingshan, Ma Kuohai and others behind him.

The two of them received their orders and quickly dispersed with their teams, preparing to carry out the next mission.
There was silence in Yanwang City, but undercurrents were surging.

Shi Fuyan and Lu Fa walked side by side, passed through the city gate and entered the city.

The streets in the city were dimly lit, but seemed particularly deserted, as if even the air had frozen, waiting for the coming storm.

The two looked at each other in silence, and as soon as they entered the city, they headed straight for the center of Yanwang City, which was where the Chiyu Army's baggage was stored, and it was also a grain warehouse carefully arranged by aristocratic families such as the Yuan family.

After being mobilized by aristocratic families such as the Yuan family, these food and fodder are enough to support the 100,000-strong Chiyu army to fight for a whole year. They are the lifeline of the Chiyu army and the basis for their confrontation with Daqian.

However, at this moment, all of this will become Daqian’s spoils!
Looking at the many tall warehouses and granaries not far away, a hint of joy flashed in Lufa's eyes.

Then he immediately waved his hand, and the army behind him surged like a tide, silently surrounding the baggage warehouses.

At this time, outside the warehouses, the lights were on, and the guards from the aristocratic families arranged by Yuan Shao and other members of the Yuan family were patrolling nervously. They might still be fantasizing about tomorrow's battle, but they had never expected that death had quietly arrived.

Although the troops Lu Fa brought with him this time were not elite, they were no worse than the elite troops selected by Yuan Shao and others from the private soldiers of the noble families.

Moreover, there were even Ma Qingshan, Ma Kuohai, Ke Sheng and others among them. Under their leadership, it didn't take long for those guards from the aristocratic families to be subdued one by one without making any sound.

As the door of the warehouse was slowly opened, the mountains of food and supplies inside were officially revealed in front of Lufa and others.

Lufa, who was in the lead, walked into the warehouse first. Looking at everything, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

These food and fodder will be a strong guarantee for the next action of the Daqian army to suppress the rebellion, and are also the key to breaking the current deadlock.

Shi Fuyan stood aside, watching this scene, feeling mixed emotions.

These food and fodder were originally fought for the survival of the Chiyu Army, but now they have become the spoils of Daqian. Isn't this an irony?
But now that things have come to this, he has no way to retreat and can only move forward with determination.

"Your Highness, you have done a great job. Leave the rest to us."

Lu Fa turned and looked at Shi Fuyan, a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, then he patted Shi Fuyan's shoulder and spoke softly.

Shi Fuyan nodded. Although he felt a little uneasy, he believed in Lu Fa's ability and his own choice.

He took a deep breath, as if making final mental preparations, then turned and left to deal with the aftermath.

Lu Fa continued to command the army, collecting food and supplies one by one and sorting them out.

Under the cover of night, Yanwang City was busy yet orderly.

(End of this chapter)