562 Killing Qin (1/2)

On Jing Ge's spear was Qin Heng's bloody and dripping body. Jing Ge's chest was flooded with the joy of revenge. He gave a shout while surrounded by tens of thousands of soldiers. He had finally avenged his family. After hiding in the darkness for so many years, he had finally avenged them.

Outside Jiaozhou, he had, for the first time, told Fan Xian about his past. Half a year later, Fan Xian had gently promised that he would give him a chance for revenge. Jing Ge didn't know what power Sir Fan junior had to help him achieve his desire, but his wish had finally become reality.

Boundless joy and murderous intent made Jing Ge laugh. The wretched wound between his ears split open like a clown's mouth. It opened larger than usual and looked unusually horrifying. It was also unusually mournful as tears slid down his face like rain.

The people who saw this sight felt a chill rise from the depths of their hearts. On the horse, the old Qin Master's heart felt like it was being torn apart. His eyes darkened, but he valiantly sat up straight on his horse. He didn't let anyone discover that he was close to being unable to endure the mental anguish.

The old Qin Master's face was pale. is white hair flew wildly. Looking at his only son stabbed by the spear of that strange Black Knight, he didn't say a single word.

At this time, a second event slowly changed the picture below the Palace walls like a hidden current. It was as if a master painter had recklessly scattered tens of thousands of red spots on an ink painting of mountains and autumn scenes. Immediately, countless wildflowers sprouted up in the mountains. The somber scene suddenly became a beautiful and bountiful harvest.

The main gate had been crashed open by the rebel army's heavy carriages. The rebel soldiers were cheering loudly as they charged in. However, a large knife dropped down from the gate. It brought with it an icy light and a streak of blood. A number of heads fell to the ground.

The large knife moved again. In the icy light, the Great Prince rode out in full armor with an unstoppable aura like a god. Bounding out of the gate, he cut open a blood path.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! The rebel soldiers in the vanguard had their limbs broken and heads sliced off. The Great Prince gave a great roar and, with the long knife in his hand, he led the 200 imperial soldiers behind him out in a sudden attack. Unexpected by everyone, the moment the gates were broken through, they stole the initiative and charged out to attack first. Thus began the true first attack by the people in the Royal Palace.

The thunder of hooves rang out. Although only a small path was cleared from the rocks and mud inside the Palace, it did not obstruct the speed of the Great Prince's counterattack. The 200 soldiers rode out quickly, relying on the speed of their attack and first-rate riding skills. They were like a knife through tofu, opening up a large gap in the rebel army's vanguard. No one could stand in the direction of the icy light. Those who dared all became bodies on the ground and dismembered limbs.

In just a moment, the imperial soldiers had charged forward almost 60 meters from the wide open gates. Like a stream of mercury, they could not be stopped.

The rebel soldiers increased their speed as they charged toward the broken gate. Dense, like a flock of locusts, they made one shiver in fear.

Although the 200 imperial soldiers were powerful, in front of such a powerful rebel army, they looked as slender as a silver thread.

The Great Prince was not afraid. Since he had put his trust in Fan Xian, he gave no thought to his life and death. He charged quickly and flipped his wrist. The large knife drew an arc through the air and chopped straight down to his right and forward. With a crisp crack, the short spear in a rebel officers hand split open.

The large knife chopped into the officer's shoulder. The Great Prince furrowed his brows with a muffled huff. Generating strength from his core, he dragged his arm. With a thud, the blade of the knife broke through the body and exited, immediately slicing the officer's body into two.

The Great Prince bent his body forward and dodged a sharp spear that passed by his face. The large knife in his hand dragged behind him and spun around his waist. Using the powerful strength of his arms, he hacked in a slant. The large knife whistled desolately through the air and forcefully sent the head of the rebel soldier to his left flying away.

With a gentle slapping sound, countless drops of blood splattered onto the Great Prince's silver armor. The long knife in his hand was stained with thick blood. Following the imperial soldiers desperate surprise attack, there was a line of blood that looked unusually startling and beautiful.

The helmet pressed down on the Great Prince's sword-like brows as a wildfire burned in his eyes. Brave and unstoppable, he led his troops forward, charging toward the rebel camp in the distance. Along the way, no one knew how many obstacles and killings there would be. Perhaps he would never arrive in front of Li Chengqian, but he still had to charge.

He was the Commander of Qing Kingdom's Western Expedition Army. The only person among the royal family who had battlefield experience. Even though he didn't understand Fan Xian's intentions, since he had accepted this order, he would see it through to the end.

He was not a martial ace, but he was a brave general in an army. The attack and defense in the Jingdou battle did not demonstrate his skill in command on the wild battlegrounds. The Great Prince had never feared charging forward and breaking through enemy lines. The cavalry battles on the battlefield were completely different to a duel between aces. Courage was the most important thing. His he courage was without question. The heart he had already pledged was raised with a peak condition.

As the mixed child of Dongyi and the Southern Kingdom, in some ways he was not liked by the Emperor. However, he had great depths of emotion for this land.

A silent arrow flew toward him. He swatted it aside with the tip of his sword, but it forced his body to pause. A few wounds opened up on his body from the countless spears rebel soldiers stabbed in his direction from below his horse. Fortunately, the horse was moving quickly, so he didn't fall into a trap. Instead, he slaughtered open a path and continued charging toward the rebel camp.

They were still very far away, but these 200 imperial soldiers gave one the feeling that they would arrive in front of the Crown Prince in the next instant.

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Fan Xian stood on the black coffins and nervously watched everything that happened below. When the Great Prince charged out of the gates and into his field of vision, he immediately gave the order.

”Clear the road for His Highness!”

There were not many imperial soldiers or Overwatch Council officials left on the walls. Most of them were doing their best to defend against the rebel soldiers attempting to scale the walls with ladders. Relying on two hours of preparation early in the morning, there had yet to be one rebel soldier that managed to climb over the wall.

However, they had long been given military orders. Although they were secretly afraid in their hearts, they followed Fan Xian's orders without hesitation. Leaving the area of the walls they were guarding, they quickly gathered in the middle to fire the few arrows left in their hands without any reluctance.

The arrows gathered together and fell like rain. They all landed on the path ahead of the Great Prince and group of imperial soldiers and on the head of rebel soldiers. They immediately did a great deal of damage. It also slightly reduced the obstacles in the path of the Great Prince's attack.

However, the defenses in the other areas of the Royal Palace became weak. Without the defense of arrows, the rebel soldiers on the scaling ladders seemed like they had taken stimulants and were bravely climbing upward. It looked like they were about to surmount the Palace.

The imperial soldiers desperately pulled at their bowstrings, completely unable to feel the pain in their arms. Blood splattered out from the bowstrings. By order of Duke Fan, they were to use the bows and arrows in their hands to open a path for the prince, but what about the rebel soldiers scaling the walls? But, the prince was leading 200 of their brothers toward the rebel soldiers. If their firing slowed down slightly and the prince was injured, what then? Fear, unease, courage, and various other emotions rolled around in the hearts of the soldiers on the walls.

The rebel soldiers had already mounted the walls via the scaling ladders. Although not many people made it, the Qin family's soldiers were all brave. After stabilizing their position with great difficulty, they began to expand their territory and open up the way for the rebel soldiers behind. However, 200 imperial soldiers had already charged out of the palace gate below. The rebel soldiers were unable to restrain them, so they entered through the broken gates and fought with the remaining defensive power left in the Palace.

It looked like the Royal Palace was about to fall at any moment, but the Great Prince was still charging and killing the rebels below the walls.

Two sets of buzzing sounds rang out. The two giant city guarding crossbows, which had been paused for a while, finally began to fire again. This time, the firing was not targeted at the heavy carriages used to break down the gate or the three-story carriage being transported over to surmount the walls. Under Fan Xian's powerful request, the arrows landed among the rebel soldiers in front of the path the Great Prince was charging along.

The giant arrows landed and pierced through the bodies of countless rebel soldiers, sending up mists of blood. They pierced repeatedly through the stone pavements, while some bounced up again. The heavy weight and powerful striking force were enough to crush a few people to death.

The abrupt and powerful rain of arrows, and the mighty and terrifying crossbow, greatly aided the Great Prince's attack. It opened a blood path right through the rebel soldiers. The Great Prince moved like a silver thread along this blood path, bravely charging toward the rebel camp.

The rebel army clearly had the advantage of numbers. Looking at the Great Prince's handsome and heroic posture on his horse, one felt fear in their hearts without reason. The Qing army valued battle merit above all else. Everyone knew that during these years, it was the Great Prince who led the army to fight in the West with the Hu people without having tasted defeat even once. He had achieved great military merit and was a famous general in the army.

With a famous general leading the attack, the pressure it formed and the power of the attack were not something normal people who oppose.

Fan Xian looked at this impressive sight and took a deep breath. The two slow cycles moving through his body picked up speed. Slowly shedding the layer of Tianyi Dao zhenqi on the meridians in his body, it allowed the ruthless Tyrannical zhenqi to circulate powerfully through his body.

His eyes grew more and more bloodshot as the effect of the medicine reached its peak. He held tightly to the hook and chain in his hand, waiting for the sound of the last arrow.

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Jing Ge was surrounded by the rebel soldiers who first arrived. The old Qin Master withdrew his gaze coldly and turned it toward the disturbance far away. He knew the Great Prince had led soldiers in a counterattack. He knew how wild and heroic the Great Prince's battle style was. If the opposition had 3,000 riders at his command, perhaps the old Qin Master would temporarily avoid their blades. At this time, the rebel soldiers' victory was already decided. The gates in the wall had caved in. At such a key moment, it was clear the old Qin master would not retreat a single step.

This was a natural instinct formed from spending decades on a battlefield. However, seeing the Great Prince's blood covered heroic pose, he thought of his only son's tragic death. The old Qin Master suddenly felt that he was already old. He was so old that he was about to smell the scent of death. The pain he had long hidden deeply in his heart made him make a wrong decision after a moment a hesitation.

”This is the enemy's last desperate counterattack, do not underestimate it,” the old Qin Master coughed and said to his trusted general. ”Take the Crown Prince to the rear of the camp.”

The Crown Prince glanced at the old Qin Master. He didn't want to retreat. As the Crown Prince did not know anything about the military or wish to disturb the old Qin Master's arrangement of the soldiers, he could only leave silently.

With the Great Prince's last counterattack, he chose to be as immovable as a mountain. This was the best decision. However, personally witnessing his only son's tragic end still made him a bit more on conservative. He had the family general lead the Crown Prince away from the Great Prince's counterattack. Thus, he would have eight Qin family generals at his side.

Perhaps as a ninth-level ace, the old Qin Master didn't care about much.

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But, Fan Xian cared.

The massive city guarding crossbow finally exhausted all of its arrows while the Imperial Army's rain of arrows also became more sparse. The imperial soldiers the Great Prince led were still unable to break into the rebel army's camp after paying a terrible price.

Perhaps miracles could happen on the battlefield, but wanting to use 200 cavalry to carry out a successful counterattack was not called a miracle. It was called delusional. The Great Prince's blood-soaked battle had already cleared out a long and bloody path. His valiant battlefield capabilities had scared countless rebel soldiers witless.

At this time, the Royal Palace was about to be taken, the Great Prince was surrounded, and the remaining Black Knights and Jing Ge were surrounded. The big picture was set. Even the sound of the last city guarding crossbow firing sounded different than the dozen arrows earlier. It shot out, making a tragic whimper.

After this final arrow was fired, the two city guarding crossbows fell silent. Everyone seemed to be able to clearly hear the sorrowful sound the arrow made. No one noticed this arrow's path of flight was completely different from the trajectory of the arrows earlier, which had helped the Great Prince clear the road.

This arrow shot out slanted and swept over the heads of all the rebel soldiers and didn't cause any harm. It only slowly burned through its energy in the air. After flying a very long distance, it finally landed heavily right in front of the rebel army camp.

Although the arrow had traveled far, such firing was not a threat. In the end, it fell like a piece of copper or useless metal onto the ground. It didn't touch any rebel soldiers. It only gave them a fright.