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Chapter 760 Ambush
Three hundred people may not sound like a lot, and they wouldn't take up much space if they were gathered together. However, when these three hundred people, all dressed in black and carrying various weapons, ran down the not-so-wide street, their presence was still quite imposing.

Exiting from the back gate of the prefectural governor's mansion, crossing the wide square, and then passing through a side street called Sweet Water Well, one arrives at the Tongan Prefecture Treasury, a treasury consisting of more than a dozen warehouses, which is related to the livelihood of the prefecture and the lifeline of the tens of thousands of soldiers in Tongan Prefecture.

The square outside the prefectural government was extremely spacious; even if tens of thousands of people gathered here, it wouldn't feel crowded. In the past, it would naturally appear majestic, grand, and high-class, but today, for Yan Cheng, the square felt too big.

The square is about a thousand steps from Tianshui Well Heng Street, a commercial street lined with hundreds of shops of all kinds, which, together with the Prefectural Governor's Mansion, formed the most luxurious area in the prefectural city. The commercial taxes collected here each year accounted for about one-tenth of the total commercial taxes of Tongan Prefectural City.

Sweetwater Well Street is only about a mile long and not wide, just wide enough for a carriage to pass. It was past four in the morning, and the once bustling street had fallen into darkness and silence. Occasionally, a few shops had a single, dim lantern hanging in front of them, swaying slightly in the wind, its faint light illuminating only a few steps around.

It's very quiet!
Yan Cheng suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

It shouldn't be this quiet. He had been to Tianshuijing Hengjie many times. On this street, some people kept guard dogs that would bark at the slightest noise, and some people kept chickens and ducks in their backyards that would cluck if there was any movement. But now, there was no sound at all!

They were only a stone's throw from the treasury, and the three hundred people no longer bothered to conceal their presence. With such a commotion, the residents of both countries on the street would surely have noticed, but Yan Chengxuan, with his eighth-grade Yuan cultivation, did not detect any unusual activity in the houses.

Cold sweat broke out instantly.

He turned around and looked at his subordinates, who were spread out in a long, winding line behind him.
Looking around, the two-story houses suddenly seemed like sheer cliffs thousands of feet high.

"Get on the roof!" He only had time to shout once before rows of figures stood up on the rooftops on both sides of the street, their crossbows emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Several quick-thinking fighters who took to the air upon hearing Yan Cheng's roar were unlucky enough to become the first victims. While in mid-air, countless crossbow bolts came flying at them, with no way to dodge or escape. They tried their best to wield their weapons, but could only block a small portion of them. The sounds of crossbow bolts piercing flesh and screams of agony quickly filled the streets of Sweetwater Well.

The shops on both sides of the street, which had been perfectly calm just moments before, suddenly opened all their doors and windows at the same time as crossbow bolts were fired from their rooftops, and even more crossbow bolts shot out from these doors and windows.

The men in black, who were looking for cover from the aerial attack, were immediately hit by a second wave of attacks.

In just two rounds of crossbow fire, at least a third of the men in black on the street were lying down.

On such a narrow street, they were unexpectedly attacked by such a dense barrage of crossbow bolts, and only a third of them were knocked down, which can only mean that the three hundred men were indeed very powerful.

As soon as the first volley of crossbow bolts rang out from the sky, Yan An soared into the air, his long sword whirling like a windmill, deflecting countless bolts. The next moment, his feet were already on the roof. Watching the soldiers who had finished firing their crossbows frantically throwing away the bolts and reaching for their swords, his eyes turned red, and he roared as he charged forward.

Now that things have come to this, Yan An knows that the secret has been leaked and the other side was prepared. His father's hope of burning down the treasury is likely to be dashed.

"Yan An, go!" Yan Cheng's roar came from below. Like Yan An, Yan Cheng also realized that things were hopeless. The best way now was to break through immediately and fight their way out. "Where to?" A cold laugh came to Yan An's ear, and a huge red cherry blossom suddenly burst in his eyes. He had just cut down two soldiers with crossbows from the house, and now a formidable enemy was approaching.

As swords and spears clashed, a loud crash resounded. Yan An, unable to maintain his footing on the roof, stumbled backward, crushing countless tiles before finally falling off the roof.

Like Yan An, the person who jumped onto the roof during the gap between the rounds of crossbow bolts did not achieve much and was forced off the roof by the experts in the opposing army.

Then a second volley of crossbow bolts rained down.

Yan Cheng rushed forward at lightning speed, and was only a short distance away from the middle of Tianshui Well Heng Street. Once he rushed over and turned left after leaving Heng Street, there would be a large area of ​​residential buildings. As long as he could reach that area with its extremely complex environment, he would have a great chance of escaping alive.

However, he only ran a few dozen steps before suddenly stopping.

In the thin morning mist, a person slowly walked from the street corner.

The burning flames made out the man's outline, and Yan Cheng instinctively took a few steps back as he looked at him.

"Lin Yunqi, so you've been here all along!"

Lin Yunqi tilted his head and looked at the other party with some pride, saying, "Of course, Prefect Yan, oh no, or I should call you Prefect Xiang, thank you for being so quick to understand my needs and thinking what I was thinking. You gathered all your men together, allowing me to annihilate them and saving me a lot of trouble, hahaha!"

When Yan Cheng heard Lin Yunqi call out Xiang Cheng's name, he knew that the enemy had a complete grasp of everything he did, and that all his plans were nothing but a joke to his opponents.

He turned around and watched as soldiers poured out of the houses on both sides of the street, completely engulfing his son and the rest of his men. Looking at the crossbowmen on the rooftops, holding crossbows and ready for battle, Yan Cheng sighed. All his scheming and petty tricks had ultimately amounted to nothing.

He took a deep breath, gripped the sword with both hands, slowly raised it above his head, and took a step forward. The long sword was slightly tilted to the left. All his life's cultivation was poured into the steel sword in his hands at this moment. The blade flashed and reflected Yan Cheng's resolute face.

Since there's no other way out, let's fight for the final honor!
Seeing Yan Cheng's determination, a hint of respect flashed in Lin Yunqi's eyes. He reached out and drew the long sword from his waist. He ran his index and middle fingers across the spine of the sword, and with a hiss, the entire blade was immediately covered with a layer of moon-white frost, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees.

Yan Cheng roared and leaped into the air, his blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, seemingly illuminating the entire street.
With a sword cry, Lin Yunqi stepped forward unhurriedly. The refined steel was as supple as silk, and the longsword actually pierced through the point where the blade light was strongest.

(End of this chapter)