The Golden Family, rising from the Western Regions

Chapter 330 The Northern Frontier Army marches south, and Guanzhong trembles.
Yan'an City.

The wind, carrying yellow dust, swept by. The soldiers guarding the city wall huddled behind it, their necks hunched, their usual spirit gone.

"I wonder how the battle is going in Xia Prefecture. We haven't heard anything from them for days. Could something have happened?"

"Shut your crow's mouth. We have more than 10,000 troops marching north, including Ironclad Cavalry, Ironclad Soldiers, and Crossbowmen. Those barbarians from the grasslands will be scared out of their wits when they see this force."

"That's not necessarily true. I've heard that the Northern Frontier Army is quite something, completely different from those nomadic barbarians."

"Even the Xia Kingdom was destroyed. Cities as large as Xingqing Prefecture and Xiping Prefecture fell in an instant. The Xia Kingdom's army couldn't stop them at all."

Several soldiers huddled together and spoke in hushed tones.

One of them spoke mysteriously: "I heard that the grain supplies we sent to the army were intercepted by the cavalry of the northern barbarians, and many people died."

"seriously?"

"It's true, my wife's family has an uncle who was a grain transport laborer. He barely managed to escape back home, but the governor locked them all up and forbade anyone to tell anyone. What's that called?"

"Disrupt the morale of the army!"

"Yes, yes, yes~"

The soldier nodded repeatedly, his eyes filled with fear: "The Northern Frontier cavalry are a dark mass, their horses run like the wind, and their swords are so sharp they can cut through iron armor. What if our commander's army...?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The old soldier next to him glared at him fiercely: "If the governor hears this, he'll definitely punish you for disrupting the morale of the army."

The veteran lowered his voice, his tone lacking confidence: "The Grand Steward is a famous general of our Great Jin Kingdom, a pillar of strength."

"Back then, we fought those barbarians on the grasslands and achieved great military exploits. Why would we be afraid of the barbarians of the northern frontier?"

"Yes, that's right. No matter how fierce the Northern Frontier Army is, they're just some barbarians from the grasslands. How could they possibly defeat the elite troops of our Great Jin?"

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a group of figures appeared on the distant official road.
Those were ragged, wounded soldiers who stumbled and ran toward Yan'an. Their armor was torn, and some were leaning on broken spears; they were clearly defeated soldiers.

The soldiers guarding the city wall tensed instantly, and a bearded soldier shouted sternly, "Who goes there? If you come any closer, we'll fire arrows!"

"Don't fire the arrows, it's us!"

The lead soldier's voice was hoarse: "We are General Tudanbahu's men, open the door quickly."

Some of the garrison recognized the soldier, as well as several other familiar faces, and hurriedly shouted, "It's one of our own! Quickly go and report to the governor!"

Afterwards, the governor sent people out to verify their identities one by one before opening the city gates.

The defeated soldiers swarmed in, and many collapsed to the ground as soon as they entered the city gate, their cries and groans mingling together.

The prefect of Yan'an asked anxiously, "What happened? Where is the chief steward?"

The only lieutenant raised his blood-stained face, his eyes vacant, his voice trembling with sobs: "We've lost...we've lost."

"The Iron Pagoda is all gone, and the Chief Steward... has also been captured by the Northern Frontier people."

"The Northern Frontier Army is too powerful. They have weapons that can emit devilish howls, heavy cavalry, crossbows, and many, many more cavalry. We are attacked from both sides and cannot stop them at all."

"what?"

The soldiers on the city wall instantly erupted into chaos, and the governor's previously maintained composure vanished completely.

"Is that really true?"

The governor closed his eyes in despair. Ever since he learned that the Northern Frontier Army had bypassed the Qin Straight Road and cut off the rear of the army at Sha Niu Ling, he had realized the severity of the situation. He hurriedly blocked the news and sent someone to Chang'an to report the news and request reinforcements.

They also pinned their hopes on Wanyan Heda's bravery and skill in battle, hoping he could turn the tide of the war and create a miracle.

Unfortunately, the army was still defeated.

"The Grand Steward is dead in battle?"

"More than 10,000 troops are all gone?"

"Is the Northern Frontier Army about to attack?"

The discussions grew louder and louder, and panic engulfed the entire city wall like a tidal wave.

Within an hour, news of the army's defeat spread throughout Yan'an.

The people kept their doors and windows tightly shut, and the shops closed one after another. The once bustling streets became deserted, with only patrolling soldiers remaining. However, they had lost their former majesty, their steps were hurried, and their eyes were panicked.

Just then, a deafening sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from outside the city. The ground trembled violently, and several feet of yellow dust were kicked up, spreading across the land like a giant dragon circling and roaring.

"Boom boom boom~"

The defenders climbed onto the battlements and were instantly stunned by what they saw.

Amidst the storm of yellow sand, a sea of ​​red and yellow surged toward Yan'an like a tidal wave, flags fluttering and armor gleaming—it was the army of the Northern Frontier Army.

The scene was overwhelming, as if it were about to swallow up the entire city of Yan'an.

The garrison was trembling with fear, and the arrogance and prestige of the Jin army were gone.

Some didn't even notice their spears falling to the ground, muttering repeatedly, "It's over, it's over."

"How to do?"

"Has the northern army really come to attack?"

"How many troops do we have left in the city? Can we hold it?"

"Immediately send someone to Chang'an to seek support."

Wanyan Heda's defeat dealt them a heavy blow, making them clearly realize the terror of the Northern Frontier Army, and that their ability to destroy the Xia Kingdom was by no means accidental.

It wasn't that the Xia army was too weak, but rather that the Northern Frontier Cavalry was too strong.

Suddenly, someone pointed at the flagpole in front of the Northern Frontier Army's formation, their voice trembling: "Look... what's that?"

On a tall flagpole hung a person. Although the face was somewhat blurry, it was still recognizable as Wanyan Heda!

"It's the Grand Steward!" a soldier exclaimed.

"The army has truly been defeated; even the commander-in-chief has been captured by the northern barbarians."

"Don't panic. The Northern Frontier people are only good at cavalry. We don't need to go out and fight them. We just need to defend the city walls. The Northern Frontier people's warhorses can't climb up."

“That’s right, that’s right, the people of the Northern Frontier are not good at attacking cities.”

"Nonsense! The Xia Kingdom is gone, and fortified cities like Xingqing Prefecture and Xiping Prefecture have been breached by the Northern Frontier people. How long can our Yan'an Prefecture hold out?"

The entire city of Yan'an was gripped by panic.

The city's regular army was almost wiped out; some were transferred to the southern front to fight against the Song army, while others perished at Sha Niu Ling with Wanyan Heda.

Only a small number of soldiers remained in the city; the rest were civilians assisting in its defense.

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From Dasanguan, twenty li north of Qingjiang River Valley lies the famous Baoji, also known as Chencang in ancient times.

Back when the An Lushan Rebellion was still raging, Chencang was a homophone for "sinking granary," so Emperor Suzong of Tang changed the name to Baoji for good luck, borrowing the saying that "a rooster's crow is an auspicious omen."

East of Baoji lies the flat Guanzhong Plain, offering no natural defenses.

From Dasanguan Pass, one can reach the Hanzhong Plain via Chencang Road to the south. Therefore, this place has been a strategic location fought over by military strategists since ancient times.

In this Northern Expedition of the Song Dynasty, the main attack direction of the western route army was Dasanguan, followed by Qinzhou (Tianshui).

The Jin army gathered large forces in these two places, and the two sides launched an attack.

At the pass of Dasanguan, shouts of battle echoed through the valley.

The Song army's battering rams repeatedly struck the heavy gate, and amidst the flying wood chips, the Jin army's rolling stones and hot oil rained down like a storm.

The area below the city was already piled high with the corpses of soldiers from both sides, and blood flowed down the mountain path, staining the yellow earth of the valley red.

Cheng Song, the Pacification Commissioner of Sichuan under the Song Dynasty, stood on a high platform in the distance, holding a command flag and sternly ordered: "Whoever ascends the pass and wins three consecutive levels will be rewarded with one hundred strings of cash."

"kill!"

The Song Dynasty was wealthy and did not hesitate to use some benefits to motivate its soldiers, but the Jin army's resistance was far more tenacious than expected.

Wanyan Gang, who had been appointed as the military commander of Shaanxi Province, personally took charge of the western front of the Jin Dynasty at Dasanguan Pass, directing and coordinating the army in Guanzhong.

His soldiers were mostly seasoned veterans. They relied on the terrain of the pass, their bows and arrows were accurate, and their swords and spears were sharp. The Song army attacked for dozens of days, but not only did they fail to break through the pass, they also suffered heavy casualties.

The Jin general on the city wall laughed loudly and shouted to the Song army below, "Cheng Song, don't waste your energy."

"Dasanguan Pass is impregnable. Even if you attack for another year, you won't be able to advance an inch."

The fierce battle between the two sides reached a stalemate. Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from inside the Jin army camp.

A messenger, covered in sweat and clutching a military report, stumbled into Wanyan Gang's tent, his voice tinged with panic.

"General, something terrible has happened! The Northern Frontier Army... the Northern Frontier Army has marched south."

"what?"

Wanyan Gang was writing a battle report to the court, stating that he was determined to hold Dasanguan and Qinzhou and prevent the Song army from advancing an inch.

But the sudden military report from the northern frontier shocked him greatly.

Hearing this, he turned around abruptly, his eyes sharp as knives: "The Northern Frontier Army? They've gone south?"

"Damn it, this is utterly outrageous."

"How dare they offend our great Jin territory?"

"Where is Wanyan Heda? Where is Zhang Qiaosong? Send the order that they must stop the Northern Frontier Army and not allow them to step into Guanzhong."

Hearing Wanyan Gang's angry voice, the messenger said with a mournful face, "General, it's too late."

He then took a deep breath and hurriedly reported: "The Northern Frontier Army has divided into three routes for its southward advance."

"The Eastern Route Army, the main force of the Second Division of the Northern Frontier, joined forces with a part of the Fourth Division and defeated the main force of General Wanyan Heda at Sha Niu Ridge. General Wanyan Heda has been captured alive."

"Then they marched south, successively capturing Suide Prefecture, Yan'an Prefecture, and Bao'an Prefecture, and now their forces are heading straight for Fuzhou."

"Wanyan Heda was defeated? And captured alive?"

Wanyan Gang's expression changed drastically, his face darkening instantly, and his fingers unconsciously tightened around the curved sword at his waist.

He never expected that Wanyan Heda's 10,000 elite troops would be defeated so quickly.

These were not ordinary laborers or ragtag troops, but elite forces whose fighting power was no less than that of the main force of the Jin army at Dasanguan.

Wanyan Gang was not only confused, but also shocked.

Before he could process the news, the messenger said, "The Western Route Army, the main force of the Fourth Division of the Northern Frontier, crossed the river at Lanzhou and advanced eastward. It has now captured Lindi Prefecture and Hezhou Prefecture and is marching towards Gongzhou."

Gongzhou, formerly known as Longxi, held extraordinary significance for the Li family, but that's all ancient history now.

Li Xiao had absolutely no feelings for the aristocratic families.

"The central army is even more ferocious. It is the main force of the first garrison in the northern frontier. The bandit leader Li Xiao personally led the attack and successively broke through Guxiao Pass, Huanzhou and Tongyuan. It is less than a hundred miles away from Qingyang Prefecture."

After hearing these battle reports, Wanyan Gang slammed his fist on the table: "This is outrageous!"

"These barbarians from the northern frontier are actually taking advantage of the chaos to loot."

"The main force of the Guanzhong army is tied down on the southern front by the Song state, so they know how to choose their timing."

He paced back and forth inside the tent, his face ashen.

Although he had previously left Wanyan Heda and others on the northern front to guard against the Northern Frontier Army, he did not expect the Northern Frontier Army to be so terrifying in combat.

In a short period of time, they not only defeated the northern troops, but also advanced all the way south. Judging from this posture, they clearly wanted to take Chang'an.

Once Chang'an falls, the entire Guanzhong region will be completely out of control. At that time, not only will it be impossible to resist the Song army, but the Jin dynasty's foundation in the northwest may also be shaken.

"Someone is coming."

Wanyan Gang stopped in his tracks and sternly ordered, "Issue my order to summon Generals Wanyan Shouwang, Tudanduoluo, and Puchazhen to the tent immediately for a meeting."

Before long, three Jin generals rushed over.

Wanyan Gang pointed to the geomantic map and said in a deep voice, "The Northern Frontier Army is advancing south in three routes, with overwhelming force."

"I hereby order the three of you to each lead 10,000 elite troops to immediately march north to resist the enemy."

"Wanyan Shouwang, you lead the army to the central route. If Qingyang Prefecture cannot be defended, you must defend Ningzhou. You must not allow the central route army of the Northern Frontier to approach Chang'an."

"Tudanduoluo, go and reinforce the eastern route, defend Fangzhou City to the death, and block the advance of the eastern route army of the northern frontier."

“Puchazhen, go to the western route and guard the three fortresses of Ningyuan. Under no circumstances should the western route army of the northern frontier be allowed to enter Qinzhou, otherwise our Qinzhou army will be attacked from both sides, and Guanzhong will be in danger.”

"General." Tudanduo stepped forward, looking troubled: "If we transfer these 30,000 elite troops, we will only have 30,000 troops left on the southern front."

"The Song army has a full 60,000 men, the disparity in strength is too great, and the southern front is too dangerous."

Wanyan Gang waved his hand, his eyes filled with confidence: "You don't need to worry about that."

"During this period, most of the troops that fought against our army were under Cheng Song's command, while Wu Xi's Wu family army mostly remained inactive."

Although Wu Xi was only the Deputy Pacification Commissioner of Sichuan, his real power far exceeded that of Cheng Song, the Pacification Commissioner of Sichuan.

It's similar to the difference between a local tyrant and a parachuted-in general from the imperial court.

The Wu family had been operating in Sichuan for many years, and the entire military was staffed by members of the Wu family.

Of the 60,000 troops in the western route army of the Song state, 40,000 were from the Wu family army, and Cheng Song could only mobilize 20,000.

As long as Wu Xi remains inactive, Wanyan Gang's 30,000 troops will be sufficient to handle the situation.

Upon hearing this, the three generals immediately accepted the order and departed to prepare for their northward journey.

After seeing the three off, Wanyan Gang called out to the outside of the tent, "Go and call Liu Simiao here."

Liu Simiao was a military advisor in Wanyan Gang's household. He was from Sichuan and had a long-standing relationship with the Wu family.

After Liu Simiao entered, Wanyan Gang said in a deep voice, "Go to Wu Xi's camp immediately and make him make a decision quickly. If he is willing to submit to the Great Jin, I will guarantee him wealth and honor."

"His Majesty is even willing to bestow upon him the title of King of Shu!"

"If they insist on being enemies with the Great Jin, once I have pacified Cheng Song, I will definitely crush his Wu family army."

Previously, he had the patience to slowly persuade Wu Xi to surrender, but now that the northern army is pressing in, there is simply no time left.

Wu Xi must be persuaded to surrender as soon as possible so that the Jin army in Guanzhong can focus all its efforts on dealing with the southward advance of the Northern Frontier Army.

"Yes, I obey."

"With the King of Shu as leverage, I believe Wu Xi will make a decision this time," Liu Simiao said confidently.

After he left, Wanyan Gang had someone prepare pen and ink, burned the original memorial he had written, and wrote another one.

The Great San Pass was no longer impregnable; instead, it was in grave danger and faced the threat of being attacked from both sides at any moment.

He reported the critical battle situation in Guanzhong to the emperor and requested that troops be dispatched immediately to provide support.

He then sent a message to the garrison commander in Chang'an, requesting him to immediately recruit soldiers, procure weapons and provisions, and make all necessary arrangements to mobilize the entire Guanzhong region to resist the Northern Frontier Army.

After doing all this, Wanyan Gang walked to the map again, his eyes fixed on the route of the Northern Frontier Army heading south, his brows furrowed.

He knew that the days to come would be the most difficult time for the Jin Kingdom in Guanzhong.

They had to deal with the Song army on the south front and resist the Northern Frontier army on the north front. If they were not careful, they would be plunged into an abyss of no return.

Shijiazhai, located outside Qingyang City, was originally a quiet village on the Loess Plateau.

But on this morning, the tranquility was broken by the sound of rapid hoofbeats, as messengers from the governor's mansion reined in their horses at the village entrance.

Holding aloft a red-lacquered messenger flag, he shouted, "The barbarians from the northern frontier are coming!"

"The governor has ordered that all villages immediately conscript able-bodied men to form militias, and the remaining people should take their food and belongings and hide in the mountains."

"Leave the village immediately, or the barbarians from the northern frontier will slaughter your entire village."

The messenger shouted as he ran toward the only wealthy household in Shijia Village.

In this era, if the government wanted to command the people, it had to go through these local powerful families.

Whether it's conscription or taxation, the cooperation of powerful clans is essential; otherwise, a lot of trouble will arise.

Soon, the historians issued an order, and the people, whether forced or willing, took action.

Each household sent one able-bodied young man to the prefectural city to assemble, while the elderly, weak, women, and children hurriedly went to the mountains to take refuge.

The main objective was to implement a scorched-earth policy, leaving no food for the Northern Frontier Army.

The villagers were thrown into chaos instantly.

Although the young and strong were unwilling, they had no choice but to serve in the army. Otherwise, they would not only face punishment from the government, but also have no land to plant the following year, and their whole family would go hungry.

The elderly were busy tidying up their family's food supplies, their cloth bags filled with millet and sorghum, while the women carried their children and belongings, constantly complaining.

"When will this ever end?"

"When the Xia Kingdom is at war, we hide; when the Song Kingdom is at war, we hide; now that the northern barbarians are coming, we have to hide in the mountains again. The mountains are cold and damp; how can the children endure that!"

"you do not say!"

A middle-aged woman said with worry, "We just stocked up on some grain this year, intending to save it for the winter. Now we have to carry it back into the mountains. If the Northern Frontier Army doesn't come, and the grain gets damp and moldy, what will we eat this winter?"

Stop complaining!

The village's old clan chief, leaning on his cane, said with a grave expression, "If the Northern Frontier Army really invades, let alone food, we won't even be able to save our lives."

"The governor said that only by clearing out the village can we prevent the Northern Frontier Army from being fed. They won't stay long, so just bear with it."

But the complaints didn't stop; the villagers cursed the war while speeding up the cleanup.

Half an hour later, the able-bodied men gathered at the threshing ground, holding simple weapons in their hands, their eyes filled with unease.

The elderly, women, and children carried large and small bags and walked up the mountain, forming a long, weary dragon-like procession.

Just as the villagers were about to reach the foot of the mountain, a yellow hue suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

A yellow sun and moon battle flag fluttered in the wind, followed by a continuous line of yellow armor, surging towards Shijia Village like a tide.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the ground slightly, and even the loose stones on the mountainside began to fall.

"The barbarians are here."

"The barbarians from the northern frontier have arrived."

Someone shouted, their voice filled with fear.

The villagers, who had been complaining, fell silent instantly, their faces turning pale. The woman holding the child instinctively covered the child's mouth, afraid that the crying would attract the Northern Frontier Army.

The old clan chief's expression changed as well, and he hurriedly shouted, "Quickly, speed up, get into the mountains! Don't look back!"

The villagers ran desperately up the mountain, their steps faltering. Some of the elderly were so exhausted that they almost fell, but were helped up by those around them to continue running.

The yellow-clad Northern Frontier Army drew closer and closer; one could even see the soldiers' faces and hear their beast-like howls.

“Roar, roar, roar, roar~”

"Stop them."

"Gee~"

Several able-bodied men who had fallen behind originally intended to stay behind to help cover the rear, but upon seeing the imposing formation of the Northern Frontier Army, their legs went weak instantly. They disregarded everything else and turned to run up the mountain.

"This is terrifying... There are so many Northern Frontier troops; our small militia is simply no match for them!"

A young man ran while panting heavily, his voice filled with despair.

"Where is the imperial army?"

Why would barbarians come to our Qingyang Prefecture?

"Help~"

The people scattered in all directions; some fled into the mountains, while others were intercepted by the Northern Frontier Army.

Subsequently, the Northern Frontier Army stormed into Shijia Village, easily defeating the group of able-bodied militiamen and looting the village's only wealthy household.

They received a considerable amount of food replenishment.

"Great Protector, many people have fled into the mountains."

Skinny Monkey rode up quickly on horseback and reported to Li Xiao.

At this moment, Li Xiao was wearing a dark gold dragon-patterned cloth armor. His face, sharp and resolute like a knife, was mostly covered by the armor, and his deep gaze was fixed on the undulating mountains in the distance.

He said calmly, "Ignore them."

“Once these people enter the mountains, they're like rabbits; how can we possibly catch them?”

"Besides, our enemies are not these ordinary people; taking Qingyang Prefecture is the right thing to do."

Li Xiao led the First Garrison Army south from Xiping Prefecture, entering Guanzhong along the Nishui (Malian River) valley.

Having successively captured important towns such as Huanzhou and Tongyuan, all that is needed is to capture Qingyang Prefecture, and then take Ningzhou and Binzhou, and we can march straight to Chang'an.

Furthermore, they set their sights on the entire Guanzhong Plain.

The terrain of Qingyang Prefecture is complex, with Ziwu Ridge on the left and Liupan Mountain on the right. The land is covered with yellow earth, and the people would flee into the mountains when war broke out.

Li Xiao let them do as they pleased.

Once the Northern Frontier Army has established itself in Qingyang Prefecture and begins distributing land, these people will surely come down from the mountains on their own initiative.

An hour later, on the city wall of Qingyang Prefecture, Governor Liu Yongji leaned against the parapet, his eyes fixed on the Northern Frontier army outside the city, his expression filled with solemnity and fear.

On the distant horizon, a sea of ​​yellow armor stretched out like a flowing yellow tide, surging towards Qingyang Prefecture.

The sounds of horses' hooves and footsteps mingled together, and though several miles apart, they still carried clearly to the top of the city wall, making the city bricks tingle slightly.

That was the main force of the Central Route Army of the Northern Frontier, the elite troops of the First Garrison personally led by the barbarian chieftain Li Xiao, and also included a large number of Western Xia auxiliary troops. Just this formation alone was enough to instill fear in people.

"My lord, the Northern Frontier Army is less than ten miles from the city."

The soldier beside him whispered a reminder, his voice trembling slightly.

Liu Yongji nodded slowly, his expression resolute, and said, "Block all the city gates, take down the drawbridges, and have the soldiers on the city walls do their jobs. Bring up arrows, rolling stones, and hot oil."

"We must defend Qingyang Prefecture; we have no choice but to fight to the death!"

After accepting the invitation to leave, Liu Yongji sighed softly to himself.

How could he not know the difficulties of defending the city?
But he had no way out, nor could he retreat. The style of the Northern Frontier Army had already spread to Guanzhong.

They showed no mercy to the nobles and officials of the Xia state, either beheading them or reducing them to slavery.

The attitude towards landlords and powerful families was no better; their property was confiscated and their land was distributed to the people.

If Jin officials like them fell into the hands of the Northern Frontier Army, their fate would be no better than that of the Tangut nobles.

Moreover, even if he wanted to surrender, the local officials in the city would never agree.

They were all local powerful families in Qingyang Prefecture, and they owned a large number of properties in this area.

If he truly had the intention to surrender, he would probably have been beheaded by his colleagues before the Northern Frontier Army even attacked the city, as a way to stabilize morale.

More importantly, in everyone's perception, the Jin Dynasty was at its peak, with a strong military, and was only temporarily weak. No one dared to believe that any force could shake the foundation of the Jin Dynasty.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Woooooooo~"

The sound of war drums and attack horns of the Northern Frontier Army could be heard outside the city.

The Northern Frontier Army's formation gradually came to a halt, and the soldiers at the forefront raised their shields, forming an iron barrier, clearly preparing to attack the city.

Liu Yongji took a deep breath and shouted to the soldiers on the city wall, "Brothers!"

“The barbarians from the northern frontier have invaded the territory of our Great Jin Dynasty and are attempting to conquer Qingyang.”

"Behind us lies the Guanzhong Plain, the city of Chang'an, and the land of the Great Jin Dynasty."

"If we fail to hold Qingyang in today's battle, our families will be slaughtered by the barbarians of the northern frontier, and our wives and daughters will be violated and killed."

"We have no way out, follow me to kill the enemy."

Although Qingyang Prefecture only had 5,000 garrison troops, and most of them were just newly recruited militiamen, under Liu Yongji's emotional manipulation, these soldiers had a certain amount of fighting spirit.

They all raised their weapons and shouted, "Kill the traitors! Defend Qingyang!"

But the next moment, a barrage of cannonballs crashed down on the walls of Qingyang.

"Boom boom boom~"

"Kill~"

"Break through Qingyang and march into Guanzhong."

(End of this chapter)