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Chapter 332 Seizing the Army (Part 4)

Deputy General Qi fainted from anger.

The five generals, Huang, Ma, Gao, Liu, and Xu, displayed an attitude of obedience.

Yan Nanxing finally became the one who laughed last at tonight's banquet.

Things became much easier from then on.

The guerrilla commander was just outside the courtyard, and Governor Fang ordered him to obey the orders of Deputy General Qi.

The Fifth General also sent his trusted confidants out of the mansion to give orders to the armored guards waiting outside the governor's office, instructing them to prepare to cooperate with Yan Nanxing's operation.

Of the three attendants Yan Nanxing brought, besides Yang Silang and Fu Liunian, the remaining one was his personal guard leader.

He pulled out a firework token from his pocket, pulled it open, and released it, immediately causing a burst of red flame to appear in the air.

This is a signal that something big has been accomplished.

The group was led by Governor Fang, followed by Yan Nanxing, and then the five generals.

Yang Silang and Fu Liunian stood guard on either side of Yan Nanxing to prevent anyone from resorting to desperate measures.

Several servants carried a stretcher, with the bloodied and battered Deputy General Qi on it, and they walked out together.

Outside the government office.

The cavalry under Deputy General Qi, numbering several hundred, were led by a guerrilla officer surnamed Hu, who was one of his trusted men.

The fireworks exploded in the sky.

Of course he saw it too.

As a seasoned general, he keenly sensed that something seemed amiss.

Outside the yamen, Yan Nanxing, Deputy General Qi, and the five generals each had several hundred cavalrymen, forming a triangular standoff, keeping their distance from each other and on guard.

Fifteen minutes ago.

Someone rushed out of the governor's office and went straight to the Fifth General's unit, where they talked about something.

The cavalrymen looked at them with a strange gaze, as if they were fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Hu Youji sensed something was wrong and immediately summoned his trusted confidant, instructing him to lead three or five horsemen to retreat back to the main camp and fetch reinforcements.

He wasn't sure if his commander was safe in the governor's office, but he was taking precautions just in case.

He was worried.

The gates of the governor's office creaked open.

Governor Fang led the way, followed by Yan Nanxing, with the five generals close behind.

Hu Youji's eyes narrowed upon seeing this.

Why is our commander nowhere to be seen?

Moreover, when the commander entered the mansion, he brought ten experts from the Wu family as guards, but even those ten people have disappeared.

In addition, although Yan Nanxing is powerful, in terms of official rank and seniority, he is not qualified to be in front of the governor.

How could General Wu tolerate this?

unless----

Clang!

He considered the possibility that his commander had been framed and killed. In desperation, Hu Youji drew his sword.

The hundreds of cavalrymen behind him also drew their swords.

It's just when they move.

Yan Nanxing and the five generals surrounded them from both sides.

"Your Excellency!" Upon seeing this, Hu Youji was sweating profusely, and he called out loudly.

"What are you doing?"

"Are we going to turn against each other?"

Where is my Lord Qi?

"Please, Lord Qi, come out and speak!"

Seeing this, Governor Fang remained silent, only glancing sideways at Yan Nanxing.

Yan Nanxing immediately took two steps forward and shouted.

"Uncle Hu!"

"Your lord was assassinated by Heavenly King Army assassins at the banquet and is critically injured. Fortunately, his life is not in danger!"

"The Heavenly King's army might launch a night attack tonight. Let's quickly regroup and guard against an enemy sneak attack."

In terms of seniority, he was the adopted son of General Hei, so it was only right that these veterans in the army called him "uncle".

Yan Nanxing waved his hand.

Several servants immediately carried out a stretcher, on which lay the unconscious Deputy General Qi, his head bleeding profusely and looking quite terrifying.

Hu Youji led a large group of men, who were loyal followers of Deputy General Qi and heavily funded suicide squads.

Seeing Vice General Qi's miserable state, they all became restless.

"Take our commander back!"

Hu Youji immediately made a decisive roar.

Ignoring the fact that they were being attacked from both sides by cavalry, they spurred their horses forward and brandished their long swords!

At this point, who cares whether you're the adopted son of General Hei?

Those previously callous attitudes proved as fragile as paper when faced with the life and death of their commander.

They were loyal to Deputy General Qi and only recognized him.

Let alone General Hei's adopted son, they would dare to draw their swords and attack even if General Hei himself were in front of them!

That sounds nice, like the Heavenly King Army assassins carrying out assassinations.

It's clearly you, surnamed Yan, who's behind this!

The crisp clatter of horses' hooves suddenly echoed on the bluestone slabs paved in front of the governor's office.

The rapid clatter of hooves seemed to strike at the heartstrings; these battle-hardened cavalrymen charged with ferocious ferocity and astonishing momentum.

They have certainly lived up to the trust and cultivation that Vice General Qi placed in them.

Hu Youji charged ahead, maximizing his horse's speed, with two steel-dreg martial arts masters behind him.

The three formed a spearhead formation.

The cavalry behind them were arranged in a swallow-shaped formation.

Hu Youji knew that there was a row of generals standing in front of him. Yan Nanxing and General Huang were Grandmasters, and the others were also Steel-Dirty Grandmasters.

He didn't intend to fight head-on; he only hoped that they would take advantage of their lack of horses, seize their commander first, and then fight their way out.

Of course, with Yan Nanxing and the five generals each having several hundred armored cavalry blocking their way, the return journey would inevitably result in heavy casualties.

Even if most of them are killed in battle, and only three or five remain, as long as they can protect their commander and bring him back to camp, there is still hope.

In front of Yamen Street.

Several hundred cavalrymen charged forward in a swallow-like formation, their momentum astonishing. Although their horses were not at their maximum speed, they could cover this distance in the blink of an eye.

Hu Youji rode his horse at full gallop, and as he was about to cross another ten feet, his knife was almost about to strike Yan Nanxing's neck.

"No—no, absolutely no—"

He is not a reckless man.

On the battlefield, having eyes and ears everywhere, constantly identifying weaknesses in the enemy formation, and dodging hidden arrows and spears are the basic qualities of a qualified military general.

Something's really wrong.

Why have my troops already moved, while the Yan troops and the General Headquarters cavalry remain stationary?

The sharp blade could strike these people in a few breaths, so why didn't they try to dodge?

The expressions of the Governor, Yan the Young Master, and the Fifth General were also off.

They showed no sign of panic when faced with the charging cavalry.

It wasn't feigned composure; it was genuine confidence and complete calm.

However, things have already come to this.

The commander was lying on a stretcher about ten feet away, his chest rising and falling slightly; he was alive and not yet dead.

How could they turn a blind eye and give up?

Even though traps and dangers lay ahead, they were determined to brave them.

"charge!"

Hu Youji roared and squeezed the horse's belly with both legs.

His beloved horse, a long-time partner and soulmate, had already leaped high into the air.

Using the momentum of the horse, the other man slashed downwards with his long sword.

No matter what rank or general you are, if you dare to stand in front of my blade, you will be killed without mercy!

Just now.

Suddenly, an ordinary-looking young man appeared behind Yan Nanxing; he looked somewhat familiar.

He was of average height and appearance, but his eyes were exceptionally bright and spirited, seemingly possessing a magical power that captivated people, and he exuded an air of dignity and composure.

Hu Youji's grip on the knife loosened involuntarily.

"It would be a shame to kill someone like that."

"How could I dare to raise a knife against such a person?"

He even had a few strange thoughts.

However, his eyes widened instantly.

Suddenly, the young man blocking Yan Nanxing's path took a deep breath, his chest bulging out.

Like a soft bubble that has been inflated, it instantly swelled to an astonishing size, as if a large drum were hidden inside.

He couldn't even imagine how a person's chest could expand to such a terrifying degree, or how much the ribs and lungs would expand and contract.

at the same time.

The young man's blood and energy suddenly surged beyond what an ordinary person could experience, and a cloud of blood mist enveloped him, instantly transforming him into a furnace, like the rising sun in the night.

A massive amount of true energy oscillated within his body.

The young man opened his mouth, and in an instant, his neck became as thick as his head, and a white cloud of air was visibly squeezed out of his throat.

Then he just yelled.

"retreat!"

boom!

A white cloud of gas spewed out from his mouth, instantly forming rings of thick white sonic waves that shot towards the hundreds of cavalrymen in front of him!

Hu Youji was the first to bear the brunt.

He felt as if a moving mountain was hurtling towards him.

The knife in his hand was originally poised to cleave downwards, but an unimaginable force struck the blade.

The long sword, forged from fine iron, shattered into countless fragments in an instant, along with his hand and arm bones.

Then everything went black in his vision, and his eyeballs exploded.

Before he could even scream, he plunged into darkness and lost consciousness completely.

On his deathbed, he finally understood why the man looked somewhat familiar.

Isn't he Yang Silang, the young master who guarded the west city wall and smashed the catapult with three arrows?

I heard that he broke through to become a Grandmaster last night.

That shouldn't be the case. Shouldn't he be staying at home right now, quietly consolidating his Qi field and Golden Core?

My lord, I have done my best.

No wonder you lost; you deserved it.

From an outsider's perspective.

Hu Youji, who was charging ahead, and several experts behind him, were hit by the sonic wave and faced each other at close range.

The person was instantly shattered.

It was shattered by the sound waves.

The man and horse were shattered into a bloody pulp, turning into a cloud of blood mist that drifted backward.

The three hundred iron cavalrymen behind them weren't much better off.

Although Hu Youji and his men absorbed most of the power, a small portion of the sound waves still enveloped them.

Some warhorses jumped and neighed in fright, some collapsed due to their weak legs, and some slid forward a few steps like wooden stakes before falling over.

As for the cavalrymen on horseback, those who charged ahead bled from all seven orifices and had their internal organs ruptured; even though they were still on their horses, they were already dead.

The cavalrymen in the middle section felt excruciating pain in their internal organs, their ears were bleeding, and they had been driven deaf by the shouts. They could not even hold their swords properly and dropped them.

The last hundred riders suffered the least damage, but each of them screamed in agony, their eardrums ruptured, their brains ringing, unable to distinguish up from down from left from right, and the world spinning around them.

Several hundred well-organized assault troops immediately fell to the ground, blocking the bluestone street in front of the government office.

These elite soldiers on the battlefield had fallen to the ground like gourds before they even engaged the enemy.

The bodies of humans and horses were piled together, creating a scene resembling an apocalyptic landscape.

The sounds of countless people groaning in pain mingled with the neighing of horses.

In the blink of an eye, all three hundred charging cavalrymen fell from their horses and were injured, unable to get up again.

Yang Silang then slowly calmed the fluctuations of his true energy and restored his blood and qi.

He turned back and smiled at Yan Nanxing.

"Brother Yan, I have not failed you!"

Yan Nanxing's jaw nearly dropped, his eyes filled with shock. He solemnly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Brother Yang, I am deeply grateful!"

Yang Silang then looked at the five generals.

General Huang Ma Gao Liu Hua Wu trembled, his eyes filled with terror, and a smile more painful than a grimace was forced onto his face.