Chapter 895 Shocking news

"Your Majesty! General Yun! It's over! It's all over!"

A soldier staggered forward and knelt in front of Si Yan's horse. His voice was hoarse and desperate, and tears mixed with dust left several dirty marks on his face.

"The Yellow Turban bandit general Li Cunxiao, he...he personally led his 3,000 Flying Tiger Cavalry to raid the camp. When we came out, the Yellow Turban army outside had already surrounded the entire valley camp."

"I'm afraid that the Daqian troops in the valley now..."

At this point, they were already sobbing, their words filled with despair and helplessness.

When Si Yan and Yun Xinrou heard the sad news, they felt like they were struck by lightning. Their hearts suddenly sank, as if a heavy burden of a thousand pounds was instantly pressed on their shoulders.

The two of them froze in place at the same time, their eyes dull and their minds blank.

Yun Xinrou felt dizzy and her body was swaying. She almost fell off the horse. Fortunately, a guard beside her was quick to catch her.

She gripped the reins tightly, barely able to steady herself, and looked at Si Yan. There was an unprecedented despair and desolation flashing in her eyes.

Si Yan clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and a slight sound was heard.

The dozens of reinforcements in the valley camp were their last resort against the Yellow Turban Army, but now they have all been surrounded and annihilated in the valley, which means that they have completely lost the capital to confront the Yellow Turban Army head-on!

"What is the specific situation? Are there any surviving troops?"

Si Yan clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white from the force. He suppressed the pain in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"The Yellow Turban Army's offensive was too fierce. We...we simply couldn't resist it. Li Cunxiao's Flying Tiger Cavalry was like a ghost. Wherever they went, no one could stop them."

"When we found out, the camp was already ablaze and there were cries of killing everywhere. We fought desperately to break through and only a few of us managed to escape."

The soldier shook his head, tears silently falling.

Yun Xinrou closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her inner turmoil. She knew that Si Yan must be in even greater pain than she was at this moment.

As the commander of an army, watching his soldiers fall into desperate situations, the feeling of powerlessness and self-blame is enough to destroy anyone's will.

Along the way, they gradually gathered some remnant soldiers. Each of them was covered with scars and had fear in their eyes. Their joining made the already heavy atmosphere even more depressing.

Si Yan said nothing, but silently urged the Shura Blood Horse towards the direction of the valley camp. His back looked particularly lonely at this moment.

Yun Xinrou looked at Si Yan who was becoming increasingly silent in front of her. His firmness revealed a subtle determination to die.

Yun Xinrou felt mixed emotions, she knew Si Yan was a proud man and had never experienced such a frustrating moment.

And now, how could she not see the determination to die in his heart?
He was going to die, to make an end to the Yellow Turban Army, even if it was like a pebble against a rock.

Yun Xinrou was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and suddenly tightened the reins to slowly stop the mount under her. Then she immediately waved back, signaling the Fengming Shesheng Battalion and the Changlin Imperial Guards who were marching quickly to stop as well.

The team gradually became quiet, leaving only the sound of horses' hooves tapping the ground and the faint sound of war drums in the distance.

"Your Majesty, you can't do this! We, and the soldiers behind us, are the last hope of the Daqian Dynasty."

"If we rush in like this, we will undoubtedly die in vain. What about the future of Daqian? What about the people who are still waiting for our return?"

She turned to look at Si Yan, her eyes full of compassion. Si Yan's eyes trembled slightly when he heard this, but he remained silent, without saying a word, his eyes seemed to hide endless sadness and determination.

"Xinrou, I...I can't just watch my brothers die in there like that, I..."

Si Yan turned his head to look at Yun Xinrou. He knew very well that such impulse was stupid, but the guilt and anger in his heart made it almost impossible for him to think.

"Your Majesty!"

"Of course we have to rescue them, but not in this way! Can you always fight with only passion in your heart?"

"Now these Fengming Shesheng Camp and Changlin Imperial Guards behind us are the last backbone of Daqian. If they fall here again, Daqian will really be finished!"

Yun Xinrou interrupted Si Yan, her voice rising a few notches with a strong sense of reproach. She really couldn't stand this reckless man who always used his muscles instead of thinking!
Just as Si Yan and Yun Xinrou were looking at each other in silence, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed like water could drip out, a burst of hurried horse hooves broke the depressing silence.

Several Xuan Jing Envoys dressed in the standard uniforms of Xuan Jing Si, the official intelligence organization of Daqian, suddenly appeared in their sight like ghosts.

These hanging mirror masters were dressed in black and wore unique silver waist badges on their waists, which sparkled coldly in the moonlight.

The leader was a mirror-hanging user, about thirty years old, with a resolute face. He pulled the reins of his horse, and the horse neighed loudly, raised its front hooves high, and then landed steadily.

"Your Highness, I am Zhao Ming, the envoy of the Xuanjing Division, and I have come to report to you."

He dismounted with quick and efficient movements, walked a few steps to Si Yan, knelt on one knee, saluted, his voice steady and powerful.

The leading officer Xuan Jing pulled the reins, and the warhorse neighed loudly, raised its front hooves high, and then landed steadily.

"Stand up and talk. Is it about the battle in the main camp?"

Si Yan nodded slightly, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but more of it was expectation. In this desperate moment, any piece of news from the outside world could become the key to turning the situation around.

Yun Xinrou also turned sideways, staring closely at the mirror user, afraid of missing any word.

Zhao Ming stood up and glanced between Si Yan and Yun Xinrou. There was a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was considering how to start talking.

"Your Majesty, General Yun, it is about the matter of the valley camp. The Xuanjing Division has the latest information."

After a moment, he took a deep breath and spoke slowly. Si Yan and Yun Xinrou felt their hearts tighten at the same time, and their eyes instantly focused on Zhao Ming.

"Your Majesty, General Yun, we have already found out the situation of the valley camp."

"The Yellow Turban bandit general Li Cunxiao personally led 3,000 Flying Tiger Cavalrymen to attack with the force of a tiger descending from a mountain. Although the camp was heavily defended, it was quickly overwhelmed by his cavalrymen."

"Now, in the valley, flames are rising to the sky, and the shouting and killing have gradually subsided. I'm afraid... I'm afraid no one has survived."

Zhao Ming bowed to Si Yan, who was in the lead, and whispered.

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bolt from the blue, and Si Yan and Yun Xinrou's faces turned pale in an instant.

Si Yan clenched his fists even tighter, his knuckles making a creaking sound due to the force, a trace of pain flashed across his eyes, and Yun Xinrou closed her eyes even tighter, two lines of clear tears quietly sliding down, she bit her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to sob.

(End of this chapter)