Chapter 896: People from Qianyuan City

"Your Majesty, General Yun, we are fully aware of the pain in your hearts, but this is not the time to wallow in grief. The camp has been lost, and even if you two go there now, it will be too late to save the situation."

"More importantly, the Fengming Shesheng Battalion and the Changlin Imperial Guards led by you two are the last elite troops of the Daqian Dynasty. We must not lose them."

Seeing this, Zhao Ming couldn't help but feel a little sad, but as an envoy of Xuan Jingsi, he had to convey all the information.

"Where is Li Cunxiao now?"

Si Yan took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and said in a deep voice.

"After raiding the camp, Li Cunxiao led his troops to garrison in the valley, apparently waiting for the subsequent Yellow Turban army to join them."

"I, the Xuanjing Envoy, fought desperately to break through the encirclement of Luowang and the Taiping Sect, and I have come to report this to His Majesty."

Zhao Ming looked at Si Yan's bloodshot eyes, lowered his head slightly, and replied.

Si Yan was silent for a moment, his eyes were sharp, but he could not hide the sadness in them.

Acting impulsively at this moment would only result in the deaths of more soldiers, but the guilt and anger in his heart made it almost impossible for him to think.

"Your Majesty, General Yun, I have come here to report something other than the camp."

At this moment, Zhao Ming spoke again.

Si Yan and Yun Xinrou looked at him at the same time, with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

"Everything in Yanzhou, west of Daqian, has been settled. Now, hundreds of thousands of troops are rapidly heading south to Qianyuan County to suppress the rebellion."

"The leader, General Lufa, is a veteran of many battles and has outstanding martial arts skills. He has already galloped south to join the prince."

Zhao Ming continued.

"Lufa Zhanzun is heading south? Then...then we..."

When Si Yan heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He glanced at Yun Xinrou, who was also a little surprised, and said in a deep voice.

"That's right, Your Majesty, General Yun, the Daqian Dynasty is in turmoil right now, and you two have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders. You must not act rashly."

Zhao Ming nodded and said to the two people who were already a little shaken.

"Your Highness, what Envoy Xuan Jing said makes sense. If we go there now, it would be like hitting a rock with an egg. Not only will we not be able to save the soldiers in the camp, but more soldiers will die."

"Now that Lord Lufa is about to arrive, if we can meet up with him, we will be able to regroup and fight the Yellow Turbans again."

Yun Xinrou noticed Si Yan's hesitation and spoke softly.

"Okay! Let's retreat first!"

Si Yan was silent for a moment, his eyes wandering between Yun Xinrou and Xuan Jingshi, and finally he let out a long sigh, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes.

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldiers of the Fengming Shesheng Camp and the Changlin Imperial Guards behind him were all stunned, and then they all showed relieved expressions.

They could naturally see that being impulsive at this moment would only result in more deaths, and now preserving the existing manpower was their most important task at the moment.

At the same time, in the main camp of the Yellow Turbans that stretched for dozens of miles outside Qianyuan City, like a black ocean, the night was as dark as ink, and several furtive figures quietly shuttled between the tents.

Several generals wearing tattered armor and looking slightly haggard were standing stealthily outside the camp, with determination in their eyes mixed with a barely perceptible fear.

These were the generals of Qianyuan City who had tried to persuade Nangong Tianxia to no avail and were looking for another way out. At this moment, their faces were solemn, with complex lights flashing in their eyes, with both determination and uneasiness, but more of a persistence in survival.

Among them, some are old with gray hair, some are young but have weathered faces, but what they have in common is that they do not want to perish with Qianyuan City. Behind them, they still have family concerns and unfulfilled responsibilities.

As the defenders of Qianyuan City, how could they not see that with no reinforcements in sight and people in the city becoming increasingly uneasy, it was only a matter of time before Qianyuan City was breached?

Nangong Tianxia's loyalty and determination were like an unshakable mountain, which made them admire him, but also made them feel despair.

He chose to live and die with Qianyuan City in order to preserve his loyalty, but what about them?

Behind them are wives, children, and the elderly, as well as the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of their families, and too many concerns and reluctances.

They were unwilling to let their families suffer the pain of losing their breadwinner, and they were unwilling to let their bloodlines be cut off in this catastrophe.

Therefore, after some difficult decisions, they finally decided to embark on this road of no return. Even though this road is full of thorns and even though this choice may make them bear eternal infamy, for the sake of survival and for their families, they have no choice.

Under the cover of pitch-black night, they approached the Yellow Turban camp cautiously, feeling uneasy.

The Taiping Guards outside the camp patrolled like ghosts with sharp eyes, but fortunately they were well prepared and relied on some secret codes and contact methods to finally pass the layers of inspection.

After the Taiping Guards confirmed their identities, they secretly led them to a remote and hidden secret tent in order not to expose their next plan.

Inside the secret tent, the candlelight flickered, the light and shadows were mottled, and the air was filled with a depressing and tense atmosphere.

The tent curtain was gently opened, and several generals walked into the tent with heavy steps and heads lowered.

In the center of the tent, a man in a black robe with a calm face was sitting at a desk. He was none other than Meng Zhang, the "Dragon Commander" of the Yellow Turban Army.

Meng Zhang raised his head slightly, his eyes swept over them one by one, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"The human heart is the most unpredictable thing in this world."

Meng Zhang thought to himself, but he remained expressionless with a faint smile on his face. Having a thorough understanding of human nature, he had long expected this day to come.

"If people's morale is low, it will be hard to lead the team!"

Nangong Tianxia wants to live and die with Qianyuan City in order to preserve his reputation of loyalty, but the generals under his command may not agree!

"Generals, you have come to visit me so late at night. I believe you have something important to discuss?"

Meng Zhang's voice is gentle yet powerful, as if it can penetrate people's hearts and reach the depths of their souls.

The generals below lowered their heads and looked at each other hurriedly, and they all saw some determination in each other's eyes.

"General Meng Zhang, we have no choice but to come here. Although General Nangong is loyal and brave, and has vowed to live and die with Qianyuan City, we are generals and have families to support, so it is difficult for us to obey your orders."

"We have come to visit you this late at night. We are willing to cooperate with the Yellow Turban Army and work together to find a way to break through Qianyuan City in order to find a way out."

One of them mustered up his courage, stepped forward and bowed.

When Meng Zhang heard this, his eyes flickered slightly. To be honest, he still admired Nangong Tianxia's loyalty.

But he knew better that in war, people's minds would change, and once the team was dispersed, it would be difficult to unite again.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the traitors in front of him. Although he still felt a little sorry for Nangong Tianxia, ​​he was not too surprised.

(End of this chapter)