Chapter 1512
Ubiquitous, Yinglong Rides Alone
Chapter 1512 Ubiquitous, Yinglong Rides Alone
Meanwhile, Zhao Kuangyin, atop the city's bell tower, leaned against the mottled wooden railing. The bloodstains on his black armor had long since congealed into a dark brown, intertwining with the cracks in the railing, making it impossible to distinguish whether they were rust on the armor or traces of human death.
He looked down at the figures fighting in the streets and alleys. The scimitars and longswords being wielded drew tiny glints of light in the sunlight. The roars of the street battle climbed up with the wind, mixed with the acrid smell of burning kerosene and the sweet, pungent smell of blood.
Hu Yanping roared behind the firewall on North Street, while Shi Shouxin wandered between shops on South Street. The generals he had personally promoted and the soldiers he had personally trained were falling one by one on the bluestone pavement, like withered leaves blown away by the wind, silent and extremely tragic.
Just then, a very soft sound came from the stairs behind him. Zhao Kuangyin's hair stood on end instantly. His instincts from years of fighting made him turn around sharply, but what he saw was a figure in black and white.
The newcomer was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit embroidered with black bird patterns, black on the left and white on the right. Two black and white swords hung at his waist, the patterns on the scabbards resembling spider webs, faintly gleaming with a cold light. His face was hidden in the shadows, only revealing his cold and hard jawline.
His aura was as cold as ice, not the harsh cold of the Mongolian grasslands, but the kind of deathly silence that seeped into the bones, just like the Six Sword Slaves of Luo Wang before, but with an added touch of the oppressive aura unique to those in power.
"The Net?"
Zhao Kuangyin's voice was slightly hoarse, and his grip on the scimitar did not loosen in the slightest.
The fierceness of the six sword slaves outside Yulu Pass was still etched in his mind not long ago. Those ghostly figures killed people like cutting grass. Now they suddenly appeared behind him, so he couldn't help but be on guard.
The newcomer did not answer, but slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips holding a blood-red token with a twisted "翦" character engraved on it, which gleamed with an eerie red light in the sunlight.
"Hei Bai Xuan Jian, the top assassin of the Luo Wang organization."
His voice was flat and emotionless.
"I have come to deliver a message on Commander Lan's orders."
Zhao Kuangyin's pupils contracted slightly. A top-tier assassin? He subconsciously took a half step back, his back pressed against the cold railing, his gaze fixed on Hei Bai Xuan Jian.
But Hei Bai Xuan Jian stood there like a statue, his aura completely concealed. If one did not see it with their own eyes, they would almost think he was just a phantom.
"Commander Lan Du Shou?"
Zhao Kuangyin's heart skipped a beat.
"What message did he ask you to deliver?"
With a flick of his finger, Hei Bai Xuan Jian sent the blood-red token flying straight toward Zhao Kuangyin's face.
Zhao Kuangyin instinctively dodged to the side, but the token flew past his ear and embedded itself deeply into the railing behind him. The blood-red patterns on the token instantly lit up, as if it had come to life.
"The reinforcements from Qianzhou have arrived at Fengzhou City. Mongol cavalry are patrolling the outer perimeter. We request General Zhao to open the rear gate to receive them."
Hei Bai Xuan Jian's voice remained calm.
"Reinforcements?"
Zhao Kuangyin's breathing suddenly quickened, and his eyes instantly lit up. The despair and oppression of the past few days seemed to be cleaved open by a ray of light at this moment, and he almost thought he had misheard.
"Are you telling the truth? Su Ye really sent reinforcements?"
He took a sudden step forward, staring intently at Hei Bai Xuan Jian.
"The Duke never makes baseless accusations. The guards at the rear gate have been infiltrated by Mongol spies. If we want to make a smooth reception, we need to send a trusted general to personally go there and eliminate the spies before we can open the gate."
Hei Bai Xuan Jian neither nodded nor shook his head, but simply said calmly.
"Typhon is the pinnacle of Qi. Although Ancestor Hongyun and Daoist Duobao can restrain him, it will be difficult to last. Among the reinforcements, there are those who can contend with Typhon."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the curved sword that Zhao Kuangyin gripped tightly.
"Someone who can rival Typhon..."
Zhao Kuangyin muttered to himself, a golden figure flashing through his mind in an instant.
Previously, outside Yangwu Pass, the image of Wang Xiangyang, clad in the Emperor of Light armor and wielding the Emperor's Halberd, moving through the enemy ranks as if they were nothing, appeared in his mind. His top generals, such as Gao Huaide and An Chongrong, could not even withstand a single move in front of him. His godlike combat power is still a psychological shadow that he cannot shake off.
It was an absolute suppression of power, a kind of overwhelming strength that instilled fear and even prevented people from resisting.
Typhon was indeed terrifying; his Storm Spear was invincible, and the extreme pressure of his aura was almost suffocating.
But what about Wang Xiangyang? That being known as the "Supreme Saint" also possessed the ultimate in Qi, even surpassing Typhon.
If Wang Xiangyang were among the reinforcements… Zhao Kuangyin’s heart pounded wildly, and an indescribable joy welled up in his heart, instantly dispelling most of the fatigue and despair of the past few days.
"Wang Shenqi!"
He turned abruptly and shouted towards the stairwell, his voice filled with barely suppressed urgency.
A moment later, a burly figure rushed up the bell tower; it was Wang Shenqi, a trusted general under Zhao Kuangyin.
"General?"
Wang Shenqi knelt on one knee. "You shall immediately lead five hundred Jingse soldiers to the rear gate!"
"The reinforcements from Qianzhou have arrived outside the city. The Mongols have set up sentries at the back gate. You must lead your men to eliminate the sentries, open the back gate, and make sure to let the reinforcements into the city!"
Zhao Kuangyin's voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from excitement.
"Reinforcements? General, is it true?"
Wang Shenqi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes burst with wild joy.
"This message came directly from the top-tier assassin of the Luo Wang organization; it is absolutely true! Remember, be extremely careful. The Mongol spies are very cunning, so don't be careless! Once the city gates are opened, get the reinforcements into the city as soon as possible, head straight for the city walls, and hold Typhon back!"
Zhao Kuangyin patted him on the shoulder.
"Thank you for conveying the message. Zhao Kuangyin will remember this favor."
He turned to look at Hei Bai Xuan Jian.
Hei Bai Xuan Jian did not respond. His figure flickered and floated to the railing like a ghost. The blood-red token flew out of the wood and landed back in his hand.
"Once the reinforcements enter the city, the Net will cooperate accordingly."
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared into the shadow of the clock tower, leaving only a faint black and white afterimage, which vanished without a trace a moment later, as if he had never appeared at all.
The intelligence network of Luo Wang is always all-pervasive. Not long ago, when Qian Feng arrived at the Mongol camp with Haidra, Si Hanfei and others, the Luo Wang sentries hidden near the camp had already sent out the news.
A pigeon carrying a blood-red letter cut through the night sky, flying towards a village not far from Fengzhou City. The message inside was written with special ink that wouldn't dissolve in water and would only become visible when exposed to blood.
When Lan Dushou, the commander of Luo Wang, received the intelligence, Qin Qiong and Ying Long were leading 10,000 elite Yulin cavalry towards Fengzhou City at high speed. Lan Dushou then personally rode to the reinforcement camp and handed the blood-red urgent intelligence to Qin Qiong.
"General Qin, Lord Yinglong, a powerful expert with extreme Qi has suddenly appeared in the Mongol camp. His name is Typhon, and he wields the Storm Spear. His combat strength is terrifying."
Lan Du Shou's voice was deep.
"Fengzhou City has been besieged by the Mongol army for many days, and the city's defenses are in grave danger. Although the two elders, Hongyun Patriarch and Duobao Daoist, have arrived, they can probably only barely hold off Typhon. Fengzhou City is in dire need of help!"
Qin Qiong took the intelligence report, unfolded it by the light of the fire in the camp, then frowned and looked at Yinglong beside him.
"Typhon? How could he have arrived at Fengzhou City so quickly? Didn't the Luo Wang say that Typhon's main force was still some distance away from Fengzhou City?"
Qin Qiong's voice carried a hint of solemnity.
"We've arrived."
Yinglong took the intelligence, glanced at it quickly, his eyes showing no fluctuation, and simply said...
"General Yinglong is naturally not afraid, but if Zhao Kuangyin's troops in Fengzhou City were to encounter Tifeng head-on, they would probably be unable to withstand him."
“Fengzhou City is in dire straits. Zhao Kuangyin will not be able to hold out for long. Although our 10,000 elite cavalry have been traveling day and night, it will still take us at least a day to reach Fengzhou City. If we wait until we arrive, Fengzhou City will have already fallen, and then it will be too late.”
Qin Qiong gave a bitter smile.
"General Qin, you lead the army to continue the journey. I will go ahead alone, traveling day and night, and try to reach Fengzhou City before dawn tomorrow to entangle Typhon."
Yinglong remained silent for a moment, then looked towards the direction of Fengzhou City, his eyes sharpening.
"General Yinglong, are you going ahead alone?"
Qin Qiong was taken aback.
“The longer we wait, the more dangerous Fengzhou City becomes, and the more casualties Zhao Kuangyin’s soldiers will suffer. I will go ahead and hold off Typhon, buying time for the main army to arrive.”
Yinglong gently trembled the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear emitted a humming sound like a dragon's roar.
Qin Qiong glanced at Yinglong and knew that he had made up his mind. Yinglong was always a man of his word, and with his strength, he was indeed capable of breaking through the Mongol blockade on his own.
"In that case, General Yinglong, you must be careful!"
"I will have the soldiers speed up their pace so that we can reunite with you as soon as possible."
Qin Qiong nodded.
"No need to worry."
Yinglong mounted his horse, patted its back, and the exotic dragon horse beneath him let out a loud neigh.
"I alone can protect Fengzhou City!"
Before he finished speaking, Yinglong spurred his horse's flanks, and the exotic dragon horse shot out of the ranks like an arrow, galloping towards Fengzhou City.
(End of this chapter)