Chapter 149 Defeat

Chapter 149 Defeat

Fang Sanniang looked at the long sword in her hand. This weapon that had been with her for many years was covered in blood, the blood of her own people.

Each corpse had a flaming red lotus branded on its shoulder, just like the one on her left shoulder.

Before they died, these people had no fear, only anger and regret, as well as a hint of relief that they could finally be reunited with their families.

Fang Sanniang wiped away her tears with her sleeve, turned around and rushed towards the afterimage in the sea of ​​fire.

A thousand soldiers were lined up in four rows, with sword and shield soldiers in the front row.

The leather-covered wooden shield made a harsh knocking sound, which was the sound of sticks and fists hitting it.

The fine steel sword only needs to be swung forward. The enemy has no formation, no shield, no armor, only hard bones covered with thin flesh and blood.

Their weapons were sticks that broke with a single blow, fists that caused blood to form from beatings, and tears and snot brought out by their angry screams before death.

The soldiers were defeated one after another.

General Sun regretted not withdrawing the thousand soldiers back into the city. The ten-foot-high city wall was enough to wear away all his strength and anger, but it was too late now.

"Send a message to the main camp, hold your ground, and do not allow any reinforcements to come."

"General!?"

"Send the order!"

"Here!"

General Sun looked at the granary and then at the city gate. Who was he waiting for?

The battle in the government office was coming to an end before long.

With the help of Governor Lan's gentle approach to overcoming hardness, the old helmsman's outburst finally became a spent force.

The threshold between the sixth and seventh heavens in the outer scene is only one in a thousand cultivators who can step into it, and it brings with it a preliminary understanding and application of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Lan Rong! It's not too late to make amends!" The old helmsman once again exchanged blows with Lan Rong, then fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth.

Half of the government office has been reduced to rubble.

"I am innocent!" Lan Rong stepped forward and slapped the old helmsman on the chest, destroying the last bit of his strength.

"If it weren't for your Red Lotus Sect instigating the four counties in the south of the Yangtze River to revolt, why would the imperial court increase taxes! Why would I lead the army to kill people!"

Another palm strike, the old helmsman's chest collapsed, and the sound of broken bones was heard.

"As long as I can drag it out and release a batch of food every three or four days, at least half of the refugees outside the city can survive until the autumn harvest. The Duke of Yue forced me, the Nanyang nobles forced me, and the Red Lotus Sect forced me! The current situation was forced by you all, and it has nothing to do with me!"

After another palm strike, the old helmsman's eyes gradually became unfocused and his lips began to twitch.

"You traitor, what else do you have to say!"

The old helmsman spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and a smile appeared on his lips: "The Tang Dynasty is about to fall, and it is all thanks to you. Lan Rong, I have someone to take over, do you have any?"

Lan Rong widened his eyes, a nameless anger rushing from his heart to his mind. Lan Ling's white hair and resolute eyes before she left completely overwhelmed his consciousness.

Lan Rong didn't know when his vision became blurred. When he woke up, his palm was pressed on the old helmsman's forehead. The old helmsman still had a smile on his face, but he was already dead.

"Zhao Yushu! Where are you!" Fang Sanniang held a long knife and chopped the burning wooden boards.

"I'm here. Where's the arsonist?" Zhao Yushu threw out two bags of food, ran to Fang Sanniang like the wind and asked.

"Dead..."

"Help me stop the fire, I'll continue moving!"

"It's useless." Fang Sanniang's tears flowed again.

"You are not dead yet, I am not dead yet, and food will continue to be delivered. Sanniang, now is not the time to cry!"

Zhao Yushu grabbed Fang Sanniang's shoulders and shook her hard a few times, then turned around, grabbed a few bags of food and ran out.

With a bang, Zhao Yushu flew back, covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood. The sword flashed, and several burning wooden stakes were chopped apart. A man in white clothes walked in slowly.

"To be honest, I admire you a little. If it weren't for our different positions, we would be friends." Mr. Qin held the big sword in his hand and looked at the large pile of grain bags outside, feeling quite emotional.

"Are you worthy of it?" Zhao Yushu stood up with the help of Sanniang and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

Mr. Qin laughed instead of getting angry. "You are as sharp-tongued as ever. The refugees outside have already started attacking the city. They will be killed by General Sun before tomorrow morning. No matter how much food you save, they will not be able to eat it. But you don't have to worry about seeing this. You will die earlier than them."

The sword wind came.

This was the battle with the greatest disadvantage.

There were flames everywhere, and the Shadow Step was completely useless.

He had previously forcibly wrapped himself in the burning red lotus, and absorbed almost all of the damage, and his condition was not even half of his usual state.

The frantic effort to transport the food had consumed nearly half of his remaining strength.

The only advantage is that he has Sanniang, a helper at the same level.

Sanniang's sword skills are powerful and once she dances, her red skirt opens up like a blooming red lotus.

Under the dual influence of anger and despair, the next move is a life-and-death fight.

Zhao Yushu held Chengying in his hand, and the silver needles flew continuously, relying on his body skills to constantly restrain Mr. Qin.

We cannot give Mr. Qin a chance to fight back, otherwise both of them will die here.

Zhao Yushu's brows furrowed more and more, because he found that under the fierce attack of Sanniang and himself, Mr. Qin seemed to be at a loss, but he was unable to cause him any harm.

The defenders began to fight back. Blind defense was not their style. Even the refugees who were crushed by despair could no longer arouse their sympathy after the blood was drawn on the blades.

Only killing!

General Sun's final effort was to prevent the 2,000 soldiers in the main camp from coming to help, otherwise none of the 50,000 refugees would survive.

The shields began to push forward, and long spears reflected the cold light and kept stabbing in the gaps. Almost every time, a refugee fell down.

Yet the refugees are endless.

The black tide hit the spiky reefs, broke powerlessly, and then roared as it launched the next attack.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and General Sun subconsciously looked up, jumped down from the city wall in a blue robe, and rushed towards the fire scene.

General Sun frowned and looked at the white hair. He, who never believed in ghosts and gods, began to pray silently, although he didn't know which god he was praying to.

No matter who it is, let her run faster!

Mr. Qin gradually adapted to Fang Sanniang's swordsmanship. He easily seized a tiny flaw, raised his sword, and chopped it down hard on the long sword that was smashing down.

Fang Sanniang was struck by lightning, her knuckles broke, and she was thrown to the ground along with the knife.

Mr. Qin's sword was as fast as the wind, and Zhao Yushu once again felt the surging river.

Chengying didn't even have the chance to attack. The silver needle was blown away by the sword wind, and his steps became disordered due to the injury.

The two were forced together, and Mr. Qin danced his sword like a river, smashing down on the two of them with unstoppable force.

Victory is assured! Mr. Qin's smile was brilliant, just like his swordsmanship, and he couldn't stop smiling.

This annoying thing was finally going to die by his sword. He would go back and cut off his head, ride back to Jiangning quickly, and hang it on the eaves of the Wangjiang Tower. Every time he looked at it day and night, he would feel much better.

The sword is coming.

The sword has arrived.

Too bad it wasn't his sword.