Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 447 Kill Them All (10,000 words)
puff!

puff!

puff!

That was the sound of a knife tip cutting into flesh.

Clusters of scarlet blood droplets drifted in mid-air, resembling sparkling gems in the last rays of the setting sun.

Countless Xiongnu soldiers climbed the siege ladders, only to have their heads pierced by spears or smashed by rolling stones and logs.

The corpses piled up at the foot of the city wall.

Fresh blood gushed from the wound, pooling together like a red river, and a layer of light red mist seemed to float between heaven and earth.

They were outnumbered many times over, as ferocious as wolves, yet the soldiers defending the city felt no fear. Despite prolonged hunger, they gripped their weapons tightly, hacking at the enemies before them time and again. No one knew how many they had killed; they couldn't remember. They were like pre-programmed mechanisms, mechanically raising their weapons, then lowering them, raising them, lowering them… until a long arrow pierced their chests, and their bodies fell backward.

Wei Tiancheng's entire body was stained red with blood.

As a general, his more important responsibility was to command from the center.

But no.

The number of enemies was simply too great, and even Wei Tiancheng and his personal guards had no choice but to join the battle.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Blood stained his entire face crimson, drops of bright red blood dripping from his chin. His heavy breathing mingled with the screams and roars around him, creating a scene that almost made Wei Tiancheng lose his senses. His burning throat tightened, and he cleaved the head of a Xiongnu wolf cub with his long sword, then kicked the headless corpse down the city wall. Looking up, all he could see was a dark mass of heads.

There are too many enemies.

How many people are there exactly?
fifty thousand?

One hundred thousand?

Or more?

Out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see more and more Xiongnu people climbing up the city wall, only to be cut down by the guards on the wall; he also saw his comrades being shot through the shoulder with long arrows and having their necks cut off with curved swords.

This place has completely turned into a meat grinder.

Life here seems to have become meaningless; with almost every breath, countless lives are lost.

No matter how many times they killed them, the Xiongnu people were still endless and seemed to have no end.

call out.

puff.

Wei Tiancheng's face contorted for a moment.

A long arrow pierced his shoulder.

Ignoring the sticky blood on his lips, Wei Tiancheng licked them, grabbed the arrow shaft, and pulled hard, causing a spurt of blood to gush from his shoulder.

A piece of fresh skin and flesh was still hanging on the arrow.

Does it hurt?

It doesn't hurt.

Perhaps because he was already blinded by rage, he could no longer feel the pain in his body.

He swung his machete in a wide arc, severing the neck of a Xiongnu wolf cub who had just climbed the city wall. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he thrust the blade to the side, piercing through the chest of a Xiongnu man. As he pulled the blade out, a spurt of blood sprayed onto Wei Tiancheng's face.

With a casual wipe, his entire face turned crimson. Wei Tiancheng grabbed one of his guards and said, "You guys, go and inform the people of Yongchang County to retreat."

"You, go to Anzhou City to seek reinforcements."

It can't be stopped.

Wei Tiancheng understood this better than anyone else: the Xiongnu were simply too numerous. He knew better than anyone what would happen to the people inside the city if they breached it. All he could do was lead his soldiers in a desperate struggle to hold on. If the garrison from Anzhou City could arrive in time to provide support, there might still be a chance to turn the tide.

Several guards did not want to leave the battlefield, but they also understood the current situation. With tears in their eyes, they said "Take care, General" and then quickly left.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Tiancheng looked at the already chipped blade in his hand, then swung his injured arm forcefully, sending the blade flying. A Xiongnu man who had just cut down a city guard was barely able to raise his scimitar again when the blade pierced through his neck from the side with a hiss.

The ferocity and savagery in his eyes vanished in an instant, and with a sway of his body, the corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He casually picked up a machete from the ground, spun around, and ripped open the bellies of two Huns who were rushing at Wei Tiancheng, their entrails spilling out in a large mess.

The blade spun around and sliced ​​across his waist.

puff.

A Hun who was preparing to launch a sneak attack from behind was also pierced through the abdomen.

With a kick, the wounded Xiongnu soldier was knocked to the ground. Then, he stepped forward, stomped on the Xiongnu man's head, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, and thrust the blade downwards.

Another spurt of blood shot out.

Raising his longsword, smeared with the flesh of the Huns, Wei Tiancheng roared to the sky:

"Fight to the death and never retreat."

A dull sound echoed across the city wall.

Although the entire battlefield was already in chaos, Wei Tiancheng's roar seemed to have a mysterious and indescribable infectious power, clearly echoing in the ears of every soldier.

"Fight to the death and never retreat."

"Fight to the death and never retreat!"

"Fight to the death and never retreat."

The next second, a roar like ocean waves rose and fell on the city wall.

The morale, which had been extremely low, was surprisingly boosted.

A soldier guarding the city let out a shrill scream as three scimitars struck him: one slashed at his neck, one stabbed him in the chest, and one ripped a huge gash into his abdomen.

That thing, is it intestines?

It just flowed out of my stomach.

He was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

Not long ago, he was still cleaning his spear and bantering with Old Li.

mother!
It hurts.

My baby is in so much pain.

Two crystal-clear tears slowly rolled down from the corners of her eyes, dissolving the thick blood.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

From that thin, tattered body, a sudden surge of strength seemed to come from nowhere. The boy lunged forward, facing two gleaming blades, letting the curved swords pierce his chest and then be wedged by his ribs.

He could even hear the sound of the blade scraping against his ribs.

He grabbed two Xiongnu men by the neck with one hand each, and the three of them fell from the high city wall.

boom!
His body crashed heavily to the ground.

The boy's consciousness gradually became blurred.

His face was covered in blood, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch!
Great, it doesn't hurt anymore.

……

A little behind the battlefield, Abal watched the fighting before him with indifference. He had thought they were just a bunch of weak sheep, and that all resistance would crumble in an instant when the Xiongnu army arrived. But the resilience of the Yongchang County border troops exceeded his expectations.

It was completely dark.

How many people have died in the battle so far?
Abalu wasn't entirely sure either, but several thousand people were unlikely to escape.

The loss was greater than he had anticipated.

His face was dark with embarrassment. To Abal, suffering such losses despite overwhelming the enemy's numbers was an unbearable humiliation. As the commander-in-chief, even capturing Yongchang County wouldn't exempt him from punishment.

Damn.

Damn.

Damn.

Abalu kept cursing in his mind.

Right behind Abal, Alib, as always, seemed completely unaffected by the battlefield ahead, using the torchlight to peruse the Analects. Suddenly, Alib looked down at the Analects in his hands, its edges already frayed from repeated reading, then looked up at the battlefield ahead. People were dying one after another; wasn't this a case of "time flows on like a river, never ceasing day or night"?

Ha ha.

interesting.

Beside Alibu, Agsang wore a sinister smile.

Abal, that idiot, wanted to show off, but now he's met his match.
Yongchang is garrisoned by veteran soldiers who have guarded the border for many years. Their combat experience is extremely rich, and they are not much inferior to the warriors of the Xiongnu. As long as they stay in the city and do not come out, relying on the high city walls to fight a defensive battle, losses are inevitable.

This is a stalemate that can only be won by sacrificing lives.

At this moment, Abal stepped forward, which was fantastic, as it conveniently pinned the blame for the loss on Abal.

Thinking this to himself, Agsang stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said in a slightly effeminate voice, "Brother, this isn't a solution. The losses are too great. You must know this is only the first battle, only the first city, and we've already suffered such heavy losses. How are we going to explain this to Father Khan?"

Abal, who was already in a bad mood, tightened his skin upon hearing this and shouted sternly, "Shut up! Yongchang County will be taken soon. Are you trying to demoralize the troops?"

"In war, how can there be no deaths?"

Those fallen Xiongnu warriors were merely necessary losses for victory... The Eternal Heaven will protect them. Agsang smiled grimly, offering no rebuttal, and retreated on his own.

He had already tried to persuade his older brother, but he wouldn't listen, and there was nothing he could do.

Such a huge loss had nothing to do with him.

kill.

kill.

kill.

Corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed.

The Xiongnu people changed batch after batch.

The defenders on the city walls, however, never had a chance to catch their breath.

The dual exhaustion of mind and body torments everyone.

……

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Outside Anzhou City.

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the tranquility of the latter half of the night.

"Open the door! I am a personal guard under General Wei Tiancheng of the Yongchang County Border Army. The border is in dire need of our attention..."

On horseback, a man covered in blood and clad in armor roared in a hoarse voice.

The soldiers guarding the city changed their expressions when they saw the man's appearance. Hearing what he said, their hearts skipped a beat. They dared not delay, checked the soldiers' waist tags, and immediately let him pass.

Anzhou City was completely unaffected by the war. Every household had turned off their candles and was probably resting. Occasionally, the light of lanterns could be seen, hazy in the night, probably from some brothels, since these kinds of places mainly operate at night.

On both sides of the street, you can see some beggars and homeless people.

Their tattered clothes and disheveled appearance seemed somewhat out of place with the bustling main street, and there appeared to be far too many beggars.

The warhorse galloped wildly.

They only stopped when they arrived at the Ma residence.

Due to the previous fighting and the rapid march, the soldiers' strength was almost completely exhausted. In addition, the warhorses stopped too hastily, and due to the inertia, their already numb fingers could not hold the reins, and they fell directly off the horse.

With a thud, his body crashed heavily to the ground.

Bleeding.

The soldier ignored the pain and quickly got up from the ground, wiped his blood-covered face, and staggered toward the gate of the Ma residence.

"Hey, who do you think you are? This is the governor's residence, how dare you trespass? Get lost!" At the gate, the gatekeeper blocked the soldier's path, his face full of disdain. But as he got closer and saw the soldier's armor and blood-soaked appearance, his expression changed drastically: "Who are you?"

"I am a personal guard under the general of the border guards. The border is in dire need of help. Please inform the governor."

The doorman's expression changed instantly. Seeing the guards covered in blood, he knew it was against the rules, but he also understood that the situation at the border was urgent and he couldn't afford to delay for even a moment. He gritted his teeth, opened the door, and led the guards into the inner quarters.

The governor's mansion was very spacious.

It was even larger and more luxurious than the government office.

The mansion has everything imaginable, including waterside pavilions, terraces, rockeries, and towers.

Bright red lanterns hung from every corner of the eaves, making the entire governor's mansion as bright as day, even though it was night.

It was already late at night, but the governor did not seem to be resting or working. Faintly, one could even hear the sounds of string and wind instruments coming from the inner quarters, mixed with the coquettish complaints of women and the loud laughter of men.

Finally, the gatekeeper and his personal guards arrived at a door. The white paper on the window clearly reflected slender, graceful, and writhing shadows.

The soft, melodious music was clear and easy to hear.

The doorman knocked, but the person inside seemed engrossed in playing around and didn't hear him.

After several attempts, seeing that his personal guards were becoming somewhat dazed and seemed to have reached their limit, the doorman gritted his teeth and decided to go all out, pushing the door open.

The music of the zither and pipa abruptly stopped.

Even the dozen or so dancers who were dancing stopped what they were doing. The thin veils could not cover their graceful bodies, sexy waists, fair chests, and smooth, white thighs. They were almost exposed to the candlelight. Their hot figures could easily arouse the deepest desires and impulses in the hearts of all men. The most beautiful woman was curled up in the arms of the middle-aged man at the front.

The man's hand was still inside the woman's chest.

In an instant, all eyes turned to look at the doorway.

Upon seeing the guards covered in blood, she immediately screamed in terror, her face turning deathly pale, filled with fear, as if she had been terrified.

My good mood was interrupted.

The middle-aged man's face instantly darkened, his face twitched, and his eyes seemed to burn with flames.

This man was Ma Zhifeng, the Prefect of Anzhou!
Scholars who graduated from Bailu Academy.

Seeing Ma Zhifeng's expression, the doorman knew that his master was very angry. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud: "Master, the border guards' personal guards have brought an urgent military report. I dare not be negligent, for fear of delaying important military and national affairs. That is why I have offended you. I hope you will forgive me."

Ma Zhifeng's face remained grim, showing no sign of leniency despite the gatekeeper's explanation. His sinister gaze fell on the personal guard, and he frowned: "What military intelligence do you have?"

"Reporting to the governor, the Xiongnu have come knocking on the gate."

Ma Zhifeng raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"Isn't Wei Tiancheng a general of the border army? Just let him block it. What are you talking to me about?" Ma Zhifeng snorted and shouted sharply, "This governor is busy with official duties. How can I have time to deal with such trivial matters?"

The guards stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The Xiongnu knocking on the gate? This was a minor matter?
So what is a big deal to this governor?
Are you looking for fun?
The guards trembled uncontrollably: "Sir, this time the Xiongnu are pressing in with a large army. General Wei cannot hold out for long. Please send troops to support us."

Anzhou City is not too far from Yongchang County. If reinforcements can arrive in time, there may still be a chance to turn the tide.

Ma Zhifeng's face grew increasingly grim: "Damn it! As the garrison commander, if you fail to defend Yongchang, you have failed in your duty. I, the governor, will personally chop off Wei Tiancheng's head!"

With that, Ma Zhifeng casually waved his hand, and several guards immediately came out from behind: "You've disturbed my mood, drag him away."

"And this doorman, who let people into the mansion without permission, I dare not employ such a person. Let's drag him away and bury him somewhere."

That doorman never imagined that helping this soldier would cost him his life.

He screamed and begged for mercy, but it was no use.

The two were dragged outside, and the guards grabbed their hair and pulled them back forcefully, exposing their necks.

The sharp blade sliced ​​across his throat.

puff.

Two streams of scarlet blood spurted onto the ground.

Only after the two were dragged away did the woman in Ma Zhifeng's arms raise her head: "My lord, are the Xiongnu really alright?"

Ma Zhifeng burst into laughter: "Don't worry, my little beauty. Those Xiongnu wolves knock on the gates several times a year. Even if they break through, they only plunder a few nearby counties before returning. They can't possibly reach Anyang City. My beauty, there's no need to worry."

"Come on, keep playing the music, keep dancing!"

Ma Zhifeng had some things he didn't say.

He felt that this was most likely a trick devised by that old fox Wei Tiancheng, who was simply using the ferocity of the Xiongnu as an excuse to demand military pay, food, and weapons from him.

What a joke.

He embezzled all the military pay.

They resold grain and weapons to the Xiongnu.

Do you want him to vomit now?

What about dreaming?
His relationship with the Xiongnu had always been good; they were extremely close business partners, so Ma Zhifeng wasn't worried at all.

Looking at the trembling beauty in his arms, Ma Zhifeng felt that the woman was even more beautiful. He chuckled and grabbed the woman's head, pressing it down forcefully.

……

Before I knew it, the morning mist began to rise.

The frigid temperatures of the early morning froze the blood that had been releasing warmth not long before. Countless corpses, arrows, destroyed ladders, broken swords, and shattered helmets were all mixed together.

Bright red and pale intertwined.

On the city wall piled high with corpses, a body stood upright with its back against the tower.

Several spears pierced his chest, pinning the man's tall body to a pillar.

It is Wei Tiancheng.

Even though he was dead, Wei Tiancheng still gripped the knife tightly in his hand. The blade was bent and full of nicks, with strips of flesh hanging from the nicks.

The ground beneath our feet was muddy.

Trampling over the corpses, Abalu walked along the city wall, step by step, until he stood before Wei Tiancheng.

Looking at the man's face, which was still wide open in anger even though he was dead, Abal's face broke into a sinister smile, and with a hiss... he slowly drew his scimitar.

He chopped down hard.

A fine head was caught in Abal's grasp.

Turning to look at the soldiers inside and outside the city walls, Abal raised his spoils of war high:

"My lads, the time to go wild has come."

"kill!"

"Kill them all."

(End of this chapter)