82 Against All Odds (2/2)
He turned to Meng Fuyao and shouted, ”Go!”
A whole night of killing ensued.
Under the protection of the gradually reducing guards, Meng Fuyao fought her way through the formation, finally catching sight of Yaocheng's gates. The sky had brightened significantly.
A strong gust of wind blew from behind and carried a thick bloody smell with it. Under the leadership of their general, who had already lost a limb, the Rongs soldiers pursued them relentlessly.
Meng Fuyao scanned her surroundings and noted that only four of them were left. Of the fifteen guards, a third had been killed. The men who had accompanied her in this bloody journey had fallen off their horse one by one, instantly being trampled on by the enemy horses. Despite witnessing all of these, she was only able to charge forward with tears in her eyes.
She finally spotted the city gate. Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief. If all fifteen of them had died because of her, she really wouldn't be able to tell it to Yuan Zhaoxu's face.
The moment she relaxed her body the wounds all over started aching. She felt as though her bones were about to fall apart. She struggled and shouted toward the gate, ”Open up! I'm back!”
The valiant horsemen were approaching speedily, and Meng Fuyao could almost hear the clattering of hooves. Yet, there seemed to be no movement above the city gate toward, as the soldiers guarding the city stood behind and simply looked at her.
In bitter realization, Meng Fuyao hurriedly raised the head that she had tied to her waist. ”I faked a surrender. This is Tutie Muer, the army chief! The leaders are almost all dead, and they would be gone within three days. That's for sure! Open up! Quick!”
Dead silence. The soldiers inside the city even walked away.
The clattering of hooves was getting louder and almost thunder-like. A black cloud rose from the horizon and enveloped the scene.
The Rong army was arriving.
Meng Fuyao rushed to the gate, raised her whip and gave the wall a good slap. The wall cracked, and like the dust that rose from the ground, she yelled anxiously, ”Open up! They're coming! Are you trying to kill me?”
”Who's able to recognize this head?” A cold voice probed from behind the wall. ”Open up and let you traitors kill us all?”
Meng Fuyao's heart sank, her vision turning black. She collapsed from her horse, and the man in black quickly dashed forward to provide support. She could vaguely hear him groan afterward.
She turned around and saw an arrow sticking into his shoulder. They had arrived!
Old Ha, the general with a broken limb, laughed. ”Mayor Meng, who do you think is going to open the door for you? You went against your word. The big chief isn't going to be happy!”
Meng Fuyao whipped her head around and shot a death glare. Old Ha shuddered involuntarily, and his inner energy-channeled laughter had already echoed deep into the city. Not just those on the tower but even those far within the city had heard it.
Bang!
Tie Cheng slammed against the city gate from the inside. He had been kicked forward by a bunch of Hansmen. They pointed outside the city and laughed wildly, ”You foolish Rong dog. Have you heard what he said? Go open the door for your lady owner since you claim that she's innocent.”
Tie Cheng's face was covered in blood, and one of his legs was broken. He coughed, leaving traces of blood on the ground. ”No means no!” he yelled in fury.
He stabilized himself and prepared to open the gate when a group of Hansmen and Rongsmen charged forward to beat him up. It was a ball of mess.
Tie Cheng cared about no one and nothing else. He had heard the killing outside and was determined and anxious to open the gate, only to see an additional silver lock that wasn't there before. Failing to break it with his inner energy, Tie Cheng pulled his sword out after some thought.