Chapter 911 - 911: Untitled

Chapter 911: Untitled

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Is he... dead?”

Bu Ren looked at Xiao Qirui, who was dead on the ground. Thinking of the many brothers who had died in his hands, he pulled out his sword from the waist of the soldier beside him and was about to behead him.

An arrow brushed past the back of his hand and stabbed into Xiao Qirui’s side.

The arrow feathers buzzed and vibrated. They seemed to be filled with grief and protectiveness.

Bu Ren’s pupils constricted and he looked up at the city tower.

Yan Guangmao also looked over, his eyes darkening. “Let’s enter the city.”

His purpose in entering the city was not to attack the city. In his opinion, the current Nanling Pass was nothing to him.

The horn sounded, and the army quickly approached the city gate. However, due to the threat of the arrows, they tacitly bypassed the corpse on the ground that was filled with arrows.

Song Jingchen clenched his fists and turned to look at the army behind him. “General Xiao bought us enough time. We’ll have to rely on everyone next.” As he spoke, he bent down and bowed deeply.

In a place where no one could see, a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.

“We swear to defend Nanling Pass and Great Xia. We won’t let General Xiao die in vain!”

“We swear to defend Nanling Pass and Great Xia. We won’t let General Xiao die in vain!”

Everyone roared with red eyes. Their voices surged and pierced through everyone’s eardrums.

Their eyes were firm, but everyone knew that they only had 100,000 troops left to fight. They had no chance of winning against the 400,000 troops that the Wu Kingdom had mobilized this time.

The Wu Kingdom’s army’s attack this time was even fiercer than before. One wave of people fell, and the other wave approached. They could not kill them all.

More and more soldiers climbed the gate tower. Everyone’s eyes were bloodshot from the killing.

Boom!

A loud bang came from the city tower. The hearts of the soldiers on the city tower turned cold. It was too fast!

Behind the city gate, Song Jingchen led the remaining 50,000 people and waited.

The sound of hooves came from behind and stopped beside Song Jingchen.

Song Jingchen didn’t turn around and asked indifferently, “Did you send them away?

“Who are you sending away? Bulwark Duke!” A gnashing voice sounded.

Song Jingchen suddenly turned around and met a cold face. “You...”

Thirty Thousand hid behind Shen Yijia and did not dare to look at him.

He had tried to trick his Young Madam into going to Qingyang City according to his master’s words, but she didn’t believe him at all. He had no choice.

Shen Yijia snorted. “I’ll settle scores with you after this.”

She was wearing armor that she had found somewhere, but surprisingly, it fit her.

Song Jingchen opened his mouth. “Our child...”

“If his father is gone, why would I need him?” Shen Yijia said angrily.

Song Jingchen’s heart seemed to be grabbed by something. It felt uncomfortable and he didn’t know what to say.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A huge collision sounded one after another, and the city gate shook visibly.

This city gate was built at the last minute and could not last long.

Song Jingchen’s eyes darkened. “Then follow me closely later.”

“Alright.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the city gate completely collapsed with a bang.

The enemy army rushed into the city like a swarm of locusts. However, someone stepped on a mechanism. Rolling wood with sharp iron thorns fell with a bang and quickly rolled towards the enemy along the inconspicuous slope. nOVe)lb(In

Before the Wu Kingdom soldiers in front could react, they were pierced by the spikes.

“Move!” Bu Ren shouted and swung the half of the meteor hammer over. The rollinz wood stopped.

However, before the Wu Kingdom soldiers could heave a sigh of relief, several fire arrows pierced into the logs and instantly ignited them.

In the next moment, with a loud bang, the rolling wood exploded, blasting the soldiers around it into a badly mangled mess.

This was not the end. The flames that splashed out were blown away by the wind.

The soldiers of the Wu Kingdom were burned so badly that they covered their heads and fled. At this moment, buckets of kerosene poured down from the city gate tower, forcing the soldiers who had one foot in Nanling Pass to retreat for a few kilometers.

“Black gunpowder?” Yan Guangmao looked at the rolling logs that rolled out of the city one by one and frowned.

Si Yun sneered. “It’s just flour.”

He looked at the man in the city with interest.. If he could use this person as a puppet...