Twilight Boundary-Chapter 823 - 807: Worldwide Magic Duel (6000 Words) (Part 3)

Without even a greeting, he first laid eyes on the large piece of Blood Food that Hu Ma had granted the little ghost, and he was completely mesmerized.

Damn it, is this man living an ordinary life?

But Hu Ma, after rewarding this limping little ghost, walked up with a smile and said: "Not even crowned king yet, and you can't even secure the position of this Great General? What will you do in the future when you're crowned king, or even proclaimed emperor, leading these thousands of troops?"

"Brother Hu, you've come just in time."

Yang Gong stood up to greet him with a smile, full of joy.

Earlier, when lending out troops, he knew Hu Ma was encountering trouble. Seeing him now, his heart was finally at ease.

He glanced around and hugged Hu Ma, then said, "I was just about to see who was being disobedient, so I could sit steadily."

"It's because earlier we recruited too many people here, and for a moment there's no one to assert dominance."

He smiled and looked outside the city, only to see that apart from the chaotic army besieging the city, there were several main attack forces, each numbering a few thousand troops, looking intimidating and already having the signs of a siege.

Compared to this, the troops inside the city were pitifully few, but at this moment Yang Gong showed no panic of a coup, instead, with a hint of disdain on his face, said, "You've come just in time."

"I just wanted to show you that the things you taught me, I've seriously learned them."

"..."

He lightly shook his arm and said, "Brew some good tea, let my brother sit down, I'll go meet them."

The people beside him were instantly shocked, some wanted to dissuade him, but Manager Xu first arranged for them to listen.

Indeed, someone brought up tea, inviting Hu Ma to sit and drink, while Yang Gong went down the city wall, donned his armor, strapped on the treasure sword given by Hu Ma, put on his bright red cape, and then the city gates opened wide as he walked out alone.

Outside the city was in chaos, some shouting for food distribution, some calling for the troops to march out, some demanding the food-protection general come out and uphold justice.

A cacophony echoed, but when Yang Gong really walked out, silence suddenly fell everywhere.

"You've been restless in the middle of the night, causing trouble, demanding to enter the city, wanting to see me."

Yang Gong reined in his horse as he slowly walked forward, getting closer to the chaotic soldiers, his voice growing more severe:

"Now that I'm out, what do you intend to do?"

"..."

"Clatter..."

Facing his loud shout, only an eerie silence surrounded them, though it was clear that some slowly grasped their weapons, and the people on the city wall became tense, fearing those chaotic soldiers would rush up and hack the food-protection general to pieces.

But Yang Gong seemed oblivious, instead urging his horse forward.

He seemed to single-handedly overpower the murderous troops before him with his momentum.

His gaze coldly swept over the soldiers, sternly saying, "I am the food-protection general, straight from the mountains, leading these men to protect our grain."

"I'm not one of those grasshead kings, leading you to war not for plundering others' grain, but to stop others from plundering ours, not to steal others' women, but to keep your own women from being stolen!"

"From the first day you joined my ranks, you knew what kind of person I, Yang Gong, am, and the temper of the Food Protection Army."

"Now, after finally gaining some fame, some stability, you are dissatisfied."

"You want a massacre to make an example, to measure out gold with big scales, you complain about the hard training, strict discipline..."

"Do you think you're bandits?"

"Come on, upon hearing others' words, you've brought troops to my city. Fine, very well, you wanted to see me, here I am."

"You have arrows in your hands, knives at your waists, I'm right here, if you want my head, come and take it!"

"..."

By this time, he was only a dozen meters away from the chaotic soldiers, well within arrow range.

The opposing soldiers were in panic, a rain of arrows could easily turn him into a porcupine, making everyone nervous.

But Hu Ma watched with keen interest.

Yang Gong wasn't foolish, he was crafty; why didn't he go down earlier?

It's simply because he knew as long as he was present, no matter what, he wouldn't be harmed.

Under Yang Gong's aggressive shouts, everyone was terrified, but looking ahead, the chaotic soldiers, who were clamoring together before Yang Gong came out, suddenly quieted down.

Many soldiers quietly lowered their heads, seemingly not daring to meet his gaze, while even some of the leaders seemed somewhat startled and angry, their horses restlessly fidgeting.

"Good!"

And Yang Gong, after waiting several moments and seeing no one take action, suddenly darkened his expression: "Since you won't kill me, I'll have you kill for me. Chop off the heads of those who incited your rebellion, and throw them before my horse."

"I'll spare you the death penalty and only punish you with no wine for thirty days!"

"..."

At this shout, the gathered soldiers became even more chaotic.

Suddenly, some soldiers really lifted their heads and looked towards the few rebel leaders, who were also thrown into a panic, realizing the gravity of the situation.

If the city had been breached, or if Yang Gong had led an army to pressure them, the fight would've already broken out, regardless of whether they protected grain or not, but this guy coming out alone changed the circumstances.