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Chapter 457 Quick decision
Xiao Changche was fully armored, and his usual spear was planted on the high platform. Below the platform, Xiao Hei, sensing the atmosphere of war, kept pawing at the ground, snorting loudly, and occasionally letting out a long neigh, as if calling out to Xiao Changche.

Xiao Changche glanced at the two door gods on the high platform and gave a wry smile.

The two of them were watching Xiao Changche. Having spent so much time together, they were all too familiar with each other. If these two weren't here, Xiao Changche probably wouldn't have been able to resist picking up his spear and mounting his horse.

Zhou Zhi and Fu Qingzhu were watching the battle with great interest from the edge of the high platform.

"Old Fu, your poison is really effective! Look, just a puff of smoke and a whole bunch of people have fallen! Haha, Quanxin and Zhang Quanyi have scaled the city walls! The city has fallen!" Zhou Zhixing said excitedly, "I'll give you a big credit for this. I'll toast you with a pot of wine later."

"You're not trying to impress me with worldly honors, are you?" Fu Qingzhu sneered.

“Of course, only the mortal world is worthy of a divine doctor like you!” Zhou Zhi said with a smile.

"You're offering me my wine? Can your skin get any thicker?"

"We're brothers, why should we distinguish between each other?" Zhou Zhi laughed, then turned to look at Dunzhu and said, "Did Old Man Fu throw the medicine he gave you into the well in town?"

Dondrup walked over with his head down and said in a low voice, "Time was short, and of the eight wells in the city, only half were lost!"

"That's enough!" Zhou Zhi chuckled.

Looking at Dunzhu, who looked utterly devastated, Fu Qingzhu couldn't help but say, "You don't need to blame yourself. The medicine I gave you will only make people weak and unable to fight, it won't kill them. I'm saving them. Otherwise, with the army attacking the city here and the people inside fighting desperately, you've seen how strong and well-equipped the Northern Protectorate is. They can't fight, but that doesn't mean they'll die. You saved them, understand?"

"Isn't it poison?"

"Who says poison will definitely kill people!" Fu Qingzhu roared. "All my life, I've thought about how to save people. No matter what I do, the ultimate goal is to save people. Those who are poisoned and unable to fight will not die, but those who are lucky enough not to be poisoned and are full of life will die here today. So, Dunzhu, you have saved many lives today. Saving one life is better than building a seven-story pagoda."

Hearing Fu Qingzhu's words, Dunzhu's face finally regained some color.

Yes, to save lives.

Bafang City is definitely not going to hold. Rather than let our brothers die in vain, it's better to leave it as it is. Perhaps we can lead them to Yandu to rescue His Majesty the Emperor.

"Protector, after the fall of Bafang City, could you let me reorganize the remaining troops here? I served here before, and many of them are my former comrades-in-arms. I can persuade them!"

Xiao Changche said coldly, "Who has time to wait for you to reorganize them? Besides, this time speed is of the essence; a moment's delay could ruin everything. After we take Bafang City, all the prisoners here will be imprisoned on the spot. If you want to stay here, then stay here and watch them!"

Bilige couldn't withstand a single move.

As the soldiers on the city wall collapsed and struggled in agony from poisoning, he rushed up and encountered Xin Quan, a ninth-rank Xuan Yuan expert who was clearing the way for the vanguard.

With a single blow, Bilig was sent flying like a tattered sack, tumbling down the ramp leading to the city wall. He rolled all the way down to the base of the wall, and when he tried to stand up, he felt as if all the bones in his body were broken. He groped around on the ground and found a long spear. Just as he was struggling to get up, people flew down from above one after another, hitting Bilig squarely and knocking him unconscious.

The last thing Bilige saw was countless soldiers from the Beiting Protectorate appearing on the city walls.

He once thought that Bafang City could withstand the enemy's invasion, but in fact, it couldn't even block a single attack.

After an unknown amount of time, Bilige slowly woke up. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a familiar face. It was Dunzhu.

"Bilige, you're awake?" Dunzhu's startled voice came from beside him: "You broke more than a dozen bones, but it's okay, I've already bandaged you up. You'll be fine in a few months!"

“Eight Directions City, Eight Directions City?” Bilige asked.

Dunzhu shook his head: "Bafang City fell in less than an hour, and Wutu escaped with about a few hundred men. Now, Protector-General Xiao of the Beiting Protectorate is leading tens of thousands of troops and is marching rapidly towards Yandu!"

"They only held out for less than an hour?" Bilige was utterly devastated. He closed his eyes, but his mind was filled with the imagery of the sky-covering stone projectiles, crossbow bolts, and that final, earth-shattering blow.

“We’ve been guarding for less than an hour!” Dunzhu sat on the edge of the bed and said in a low voice, “Not many people have died. The Northern Protectorate has the divine physician Fu Qingzhu, so the poisonous smoke won’t kill anyone. Now the entire Bafang City has become a large prison, with about seven or eight thousand people imprisoned here.”

"There are over ten thousand soldiers in Bafang City!"

"Some fled when they saw the situation was bad, but about two thousand people actually died in battle!" Dunzhu said, "Bilige, promise me, live on, live on for your wife and children, okay?"

Bilige closed his eyes and remained silent.

Dunzhu sighed, got up and walked outside.

Behind him came Bilig's curses: "Traitor!"

Dunzhu suddenly turned around: "I am not a traitor. I came here to save Yandu. I came here on His Majesty's orders."

“You are a traitor to the Yuan Dynasty!” Bilige glared at the other party.

Suddenly, he spurred his horse and galloped away.

He never expected to lose so quickly and so badly.

When fierce fighting broke out on the city walls, and countless soldiers in the camp below collapsed and convulsed in pain as they prepared to go up the walls to provide support, Wutu knew it was all over.

Without much hesitation, Wutu immediately led some soldiers who had not yet been poisoned, opened the north gate, and rushed away.

Xiao Changche, who was attacking the city, thoughtfully left a way out for them at the north gate, leaving one side open to prevent the enemy from fighting to the death inside the city. After all, trapping the enemy inside the city and engaging in brutal street fighting was not in line with Xiao Changche's tactic of quick victory.

Of course, outside the city, Xiao Changche had prepared another surprise for Wutu.

When Wutu had fled about fifty miles away, with the sound of drums and horns, thousands of cavalrymen emerged from all sides and surrounded Wutu. Leading them was Qian Jia, the head of Zhi Qiu Academy.

The old man smiled at Wutu, whose face was ashen, and laughed loudly, "Wutu, you fickle weathervane, you've finally reached the end of your road! I've come to see you off!"

(End of this chapter)