Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi-Chapter 505: Tragic

Clang Clang Clang!

In the cacophony of clashing gold and iron, Liu Fuhai led ten thousand warriors to pull out their shields from behind.

Shield after shield stood erect in front of them.

Layer upon layer, they protected the masses within.

But their numbers were far too few; how could ten thousand protect the safety of one hundred thousand?

Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!

Amidst the whistling of the air, countless arrows fell like rain.

Screams of agony suddenly rose from the refugee crowd, "Help... I've been hit by an arrow..."

"My son... my son is dead..."

"No, please..."

The hysterical screams, the heart-piercing tragedy, only added to the sense of overwhelming despair.

Liu Fuhai's eyes were bloodshot as he roared repeatedly, "Block them, block them ah..."

But no matter how hard he and his soldiers tried, they couldn't fully defend against the arrow rain that poured down like a torrential downpour. The ground was dyed red with blood, and as more and more of both soldiers and civilians died, the ferocity of the Sword Dynasty's cavalry was further provoked.

One by one, they howled mournfully, releasing round after round of cold arrows.

The number of dead soldiers and civilians kept rising.

A hundred people.

A thousand people.

Two thousand people...

In an instant, corpses lay everywhere, blood formed rivers.

The civilians under the protection of Liu Fuhai and the others were in complete despair, watching young faces raising shields high in front of them. Despite being gravely injured, even pierced by several arrows, they still grimaced and stood their ground.

The civilians' hearts were torn, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

An old woman, advanced in years with white hair and beard, trembled as she shouted, "General, leave, please go..."

"General, break through, leave us behind. As long as you survive, there will be a chance for revenge. Please go…"

"General..."

The desperate cries of the refugees rang out.

Had it not been for them, Liu Fuhai and his men would have never left the city, nor would they have fallen into such dire straits.

On the faces filled with despair, there was now a look of determination.

Hoping that Liu Fuhai and his men could break through and escape.

Liu Fuhai's eyes were a bloody red, more than three thousand of his ten thousand personal soldiers had died, and his heart was bleeding. But he couldn't retreat, gritting his teeth he said, "You are all subjects of the Great Qian Dynasty, and it's our sacred duty to protect you. Even if we have to fight to the last man, spill our last drop of blood, we will never abandon you!"

"General..."

"Folks, we can't just watch them die. Women, elderly, and children, get to the middle, young men pick up the shields..."

"Charge!"

Among the refugees, someone waved their arm and shouted, picking up the shields from the ground and joining the fight.

Liu Fuhai's eyes reddened, he roared, "Brothers, break through towards Xingmen City!"

Boom Boom Boom!

Thousands holding shields, in front of tens of thousands of civilians, steadily moved towards the direction of Xingmen City.

Wanyan Lang frowned and said, "The soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty sure are tough..."

Suddenly.

A glint of cunning flickered in his eyes, and his lips curled up slightly; he drew his bow and nocked an arrow. A silver arrow with an attached chain whistled through the air, heading straight for Liu Fuhai. Ye Yu, who was next to him, saw this and his expression drastically changed, "General, be careful!"

"Hmm?"

As Liu Fuhai turned his head, he saw Ye Yu leaping to shield him, and with a 'puff,' the silver arrow pierced Ye Yu's shoulder.

Wow!

Ye Yu screamed in pain.

Wanyan Lang, seeing this, was visibly annoyed, "Damn it, just a little more and I could have taken down that commander. But since you insist on spoiling my plan, I'll have some fun with you!"

Swish!

Wanyan Lang grabbed the chain and with a swift pull, dragged Ye Yu, along with the arrow, back towards him.

"Ye Yu..."

Liu Fuhai's eyes widened in rage.

He watched helplessly as Ye Yu was dragged to the ground by Wanyan Lang, who then let out a long, mournful howl as he ran wildly around Liu Fuhai and the others, riding the Sky Wolf. The chain clanged loudly, with Ye Yu brutally dragged behind him.

As the Sky Wolf ran wildly, Ye Yu's body swung left and right, up and down, violently hitting the ground and at times being trampled by the cavalrymen's hooves.

In just a brief moment...

Ye Yu was covered in wounds, his body a blur of blood and flesh.

Spurt!

Ye Yu's hands and feet were crushed.

Crack!

A rock brutally shattered his face.

Boom!

Wanyan Lang violently swung the chain, sending Ye Yu soaring through the air before smashing him hard onto the ground.

Blood, torn flesh, stark white bones, a body beyond recognition.

"Ye Yu…"

"No…"

"These beasts…"

Liu Fuhai and the others were completely mad, watching helplessly as Ye Yu was tortured in an inhuman way, their eyes filled with despair and rage. Wanyan Lang let out a hearty laugh, grabbed Ye Yu's corpse, and twisted his head right off, holding it aloft while sprinting on the ground: "Brothers, this is the head of the Vice General of the Great Qian Dynasty. Let's use it as a ball and kick it around!"

Swish!

He suddenly threw Ye Yu's head into the crowd, and a group of cavalrymen started to kick his head around as if it were a ball.

Liu Fuhai's eyes were about to split with fury, nearly losing his sanity multiple times, desperately wishing to rush forward and fight to the death with them.

But behind him were a hundred thousand civilians!

Liu Fuhai clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails digging fiercely into his palms, blood rolling down through his fingers as he roared, "Brothers, protect everyone, break through!"

"Grab my sword for battle, protect our nation!"

"Shed my blood, defend my kin!"

"What's there to fear in death?"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Six thousand soldiers and a multitude of refugees roared together, their shouts shaking heaven and earth.

Sorrowful!

Heroic!

Bloody…

One warrior after another fell, and immediately a civilian would pick up a shield and a blade to take their place. But how could they match the trained soldiers of the Sword Dynasty? The cavalry of the Sword Dynasty treated Liu Fuhai and his men as mere prey.

Continuously toying with them, relentlessly ravaging and slaughtering.

Wave after wave of civilians fell in battle.

Yet they kept pressing on…

On the battlefield, how could mere words convey the horror?

At the top of the city walls…

The generals watched with their own eyes as Ye Yu was tortured to death, and they saw countless civilians and soldiers die under the arrows of the Sword Dynasty's cavalry. Every one of them felt as though a massive stone was lodged in their chest, unable to breathe.

Two Vice Generals exchanged glances.

The two of them approached Yang Guang once more, "Your Highness, your subordinates request permission to join the battle!"

"Your Highness, the enemy numbers only over fifty thousand. With just fifty thousand of our troops, we can repel them and rescue the Great General. It definitely won't affect the defense of Xingmen City. We beg Your Highness's permission!"

However...

Yang Guang just gave them a cold look and said, "Fifty thousand? There are only two hundred thousand people in total protecting me in Xingmen City. If I let you take fifty thousand and something happens to harm me, who will take responsibility? Everyone stand down!"

"Your Highness…"

One of the Vice Generals, his eyes red with fury, roared, "Even those powerless civilians have taken up shields to resist the enemy. Are we, the iron-blooded soldiers, supposed to just watch the Great General die before our eyes?"

Yang Guang sneered, "That old fool wasn't sent out of the city by me. If he dies, who's to blame? As for those lowly commoners, hmph, they're merely resisting to save their own lives, not because I forced them…"

"You…"

The two Vice Generals looked at each other, seeing the despair in each other's eyes.

This was the third time Yang Guang had denied their request to join the battle, including the first time they had asked.

Keep in mind…

The defending troops of Xingmen City were all elite soldiers. Even if there were a hundred thousand enemies surrounding Liu Fuhai and his men instead of just fifty thousand, they could definitely repel them with just fifty thousand troops.

But now...

Yang Guang wasn't willing to send even a single soldier to aid them.

Watching as the number of warriors around Liu Fuhai dwindled, one of the Vice Generals lost his temper completely: "Damn it, I can't stand this anymore. Brothers, those willing to join me in leaving the city to rescue the Great General, step forward!"

"How dare you! Are you planning a rebellion?" Yang Guang glared with anger.

The Vice General replied coldly, "So what if I am?"

"You're seeking death!"

A cold glint flashed in Yang Guang's eyes, and he suddenly raised his hand, catching the Vice General off-guard and thrusting his sword through his heart.

Argh!

The Vice General cried out in agony, unable to believe as he watched Yang Guang slowly withdraw the blood-dripping Longsword. He had never imagined that he would die not on the battlefield but by Yang Guang's hand.

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Yang Guang held the Longsword, looking coldly at the crowd: "Whoever dares to defy my orders, this will be their fate!"