706 The Tangs Belief (1/2)

There were many people like Xian Zhilang, who strongly believed the Tang would win the battle in the end.

Some of them died last night.

Some of them were still battling.

A Tang general waved his podao and cut a Yan soldier in two.

He was the commander of the Northeast Border Military Forward Camp, Sheng Yongli.

He had a good name, especially for a general. Both the dead Emperor and General Xia Hou would like to see his name on the Battle Reports. As his name appeared more and more times, he became a commander of the most powerful armored cavalry of the Northeast Border Military.

Of course, even if the Emperor's illegitimate son could not live on a name, and took such an important position in the army, Sheng Yongli was brave and skillful in battle, which was the key point.

He had killed a lot of enemies in his life, including the men from Yan, Song, the barbarians of the Left King's Palace, and the Desolate Men. However, they were not as many as the ones he killed tonight.

The buildings collapsed and the Forward Camp was ambushed. He rushed to the front with his spear. As the spear was broken, he changed to a podao. As his right shoulder was smashed and deformed, he shifted the podao to his left hand.

The podao had collided with so many grassland men and the Yan soldiers, now broken with many gaps. Then at that moment, he saw the Papal Cavalrymen of the West-Hill Divine Palace.

Followed by his subordinates, he rushed to his enemies and continued killing.

He could not remember how many enemies he had killed.

He only remembered the fear and despair on the Papal Cavalrymen's faces.

He only remembered all the enemies in front of them had turned to corpses.

He killed and killed until dawn came.

He killed from Long Street to the palace.

The memory was very bloody, but he felt joyful.

Blood dripped from the wound on his head, over his eyes and coloring his vision red. The palace no longer showed not the slightest beauty, only a bloody scene.

He was exhausted. While he remembered he had not yet completed the general's order, he dragged his injured right leg and supported his heavy body with the broken podao, heading to the depths of the palace.

Even though he didn't look back, he knew he had lost all of his subordinates who entered the palace following him.

Because he did not hear their footsteps.

Sheng Yongli didn't care. He kept moving forward.

A few flashes jumped into his sights which should be the fire the other Tang soldiers set when they entered the palace. Unfortunately, they barely survived and the fire was soon put out by the guards and eunuchs.

Sheng Yongli shook his head with regret.

Then he saw a red palace gate.

He did not know where it was.

He put the broken podao under his arm, pushing the heavy door open.

Behind the door was a side palace, where many panicked maids and eunuchs were running and screaming.

Looking at the bloody Tang soldier, they screamed louder. The eunuchs screamed even more piercingly than the maids.

Sheng Yongli was stunned and held the podao in his hand. When he found an old man in bright yellow behind the eunuchs and maids, he thought he must have blurred vision and rubbed his eyes.

As his fingers left his eyes, they were covered with blood.