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Chapter 469 Chaos
Shaliewen looked at Qian Jia with disbelief on his face.

"A full-scale counterattack?"

Qian Jia nodded firmly: "Zhebie has already realized the problem, so he is retreating. At this time, we must not give him any opportunity to regroup his troops and retreat. Therefore, we must advance and make the whole situation even more chaotic!"

"Chief, I'm worried we're no match for them. If we attack, the casualties will be huge!" Shaliewen said.

Qian Jia disagreed: "If you're talking about a conventional field battle where both sides are out in formation, I believe the garrison might not be able to defeat the Eastern Camp or Jebe's troops. But in such a chaotic and disorganized battle, the garrison might not necessarily lose! Shaliewen, don't forget, if we're really talking about it, the individual qualities of the garrison guarding the imperial city are the strongest among all the armies."

Shalievin suddenly realized.

"Let each army and unit fight their own battles, let them fight as they please!" Qian Jia chuckled. "It doesn't matter what the command or the organization is. In this kind of battle, there's no way to retreat or escape. It's either you die or I die."

Looking at Qian Jia's appearance, Sha Liewen knew that such a chaotic battle would inevitably result in enormous losses.

However, for the Beiting Protectorate, this was the best possible outcome.

And this is also his pledge of allegiance.

The more Yuan army suffers losses in this battle, the greater one's own merit may be.

"Understood. I will organize the most elite force, and once I discover that the enemy might be regrouping there, I will go and cut them off!"

"That's exactly right, and I'm planning to do the same thing!" Qian Jia laughed and patted Sha Liewen on the shoulder. "After this battle, you'll definitely be ranked among the top in the merit list!"

"No, no, it was all thanks to the two Protectors Li and Xiao who planned and strategized, and the Chief of the Academy who provided support. I was merely following their lead!"

"No, no, no, without you, these plans would all be nothing but a mirage!" Qian Jia laughed. "General, you don't need to be so modest. Your merit is your merit."

Shalievin glanced back at the brightly lit palace behind him, then at Qian Jia who was smiling silently, and suddenly realized something.

Moments later, the garrison troops stationed in the imperial city launched a counter-charge amidst shouts. To everyone's excitement, the enemy, who had seemed like wolves and tigers in front of them, suddenly melted away like winter snow meeting the June sun.

It was just an empty shell!

The garrison troops, who had been feeling uneasy, were immediately invigorated.

In the darkness, seeing the empty palace with its defenses almost nonexistent, Qian Jia smiled and disappeared.

Gao Wuyang lay among a pile of corpses, and casually smeared his hand with blood from one of the bodies before applying it to his face.

As a member of the Azure Dragon Brigade, his forte is actually assassination.

He truly disliked face-to-face battles in the palace like last time.

Even though he was a top-tier expert at the eighth rank of the Xuan Yuan realm, he didn't like to confront opponents head-on. He preferred to hide in the shadows, silently deliver a fatal blow, and then disappear without a trace.

Today's chaotic battle suits his taste perfectly.

The street corner he chose was crucial. Just ahead, he saw a group of troops from the Eastern Camp retreating in this direction, and the highest-ranking officer in the group was actually a commander of ten thousand, which meant he was at least a Xuan Yuan Rank 8 expert.

Killing this guy would give him a great sense of accomplishment!

He looked up at the roof ridge and made a gesture. Hidden on the roof ridge was He Zheng, a skilled archer.

After killing someone, one must still escape unscathed. Therefore, He Zheng's position above was to provide Gao Wuyang with an escape route after his assassination. Otherwise, even with superior martial arts skills, being surrounded by a large group of soldiers would not end well.

The chaotic footsteps grew closer. Gao Wuyang turned sideways, finding an angle where it would be easier to exert force, and observed the enemy through the armpit of a corpse.

Chaotic footsteps pounded on the pool of blood, making a clattering sound. Several feet stepped on Gao Wuyang, but he didn't move at all. His wide-open eyes seemed unfocused, but in fact, he had only locked onto one person.

I'm getting closer and closer to him.

He was a burly man with exceptionally thick hair, his hair and beard almost all tangled together, and his mouth and face were covered except for his eyes and nose.

It's now!

The sharp dagger pierced the man's calf without any resistance, and then Gao Wuyang wrapped himself around the strong man like a vine that suddenly sprang up from the ground, repeatedly pulling the dagger out and stabbing it in with both hands.

Until the final, deft cut slit in the opponent's throat, and seeing blood gushing out, Gao Wuyang stepped on the opponent and leaped onto the roof.

The soldiers angrily rushed towards Gao Wuyang, and several martial arts masters followed closely behind, leaping onto the rooftops. On the street, the soldiers drew their bows and aimed their arrows at Gao Wuyang.

Then, the sound of arrows piercing the air filled the air.

One of the pursuing Yuan generals did not expect the assassin to have a backup plan. At a distance of less than twenty paces, the arrow was so powerful that he had no way to avoid it.

The only thing he had time to do was raise his arm to his chest before the arrow pinned his arm to his chest, the breastplate offering no protection whatsoever.

The arrows whistled through the air in rapid succession. The Yuan generals who were a little slower were so shocked that they didn't care about anything else and rolled several times on the roof before falling off with a thud.

Gao Wuyang and He Zheng, however, laughed loudly and walked away.

As the Yuan soldiers looked at their leaders, who had already died and fallen to the ground, in bewilderment, deafening shouts of battle erupted all around them once again.

No one knows how many enemies are attacking from all directions.

Houses and alleyways blocked everyone's view, so people could only rely on their intuition and memory, rushing wherever they could.

With a loud crash, Yeli staggered backward. In front of him, An Xuan, wielding a huge spiked club, leaped up laughing, becoming even taller than the houses on both sides.

Yeli was old after all and powerless to withstand An Xuan's violent attack. He could only retreat repeatedly. His personal guards rushed forward without regard for their own safety and then fell one after another under An Xuan's spiked club.

"An Xuan, the Great Yuan has treated you well!" With the last guard's brains splattered, Ye Li, with nowhere left to retreat, leaned against the cold city wall behind him and roared loudly.

"Yes, they've treated me well, so well that my tribe is dwindling in number every year. If they continue like this for a few more years, I'll be all alone. You old scoundrel, die!"

The huge club came crashing down on him with a bang, and Yeli was shrunk to a lower position. His spear was reduced to a curved line, and the second club came crashing down.

With a few cracking sounds, his arm broke, and then his head broke as well.

Jebe stood alone atop the royal temple tower in Yandu City, the highest point in the entire city, watching in despair as flames raged and the sounds of battle shook the city.

It was almost dawn, and he hadn't gathered many men. From his vantage point, he could clearly see that he was surrounded by enemies.

(End of this chapter)