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At first, Liu Qiankun was stuck outside the city gate. With a sense of determination, he wanted to have some fun with Night Star and was not in a hurry to attack the city. However, their army had been blocked outside for three days, and his patience had finally worn thin.
"Master, they are preparing to attack the city," Qinglong said anxiously as he observed the situation outside from atop the city wall.
Night Star coldly watched the scene outside, his hoarse voice sounding, "Let Deputy General Li take twenty thousand troops to meet them. You all guard the city gate well; anyone who tries to climb the wall must be knocked down."
He felt even more troubled now. The conditions in Boiling City were harsh, and there weren't enough weapons. The supplies they had were all old equipment brought by his former subordinates. Their manpower was inferior, and their weapons were even worse; this battle would be even harder to fight.
Standing high on the city wall and watching every movement below, it was evident that Liu Qiankun's troops were strong and robust. Deputy General Li's mere twenty thousand men suffered heavy losses after just a few rounds.
"Master, Deputy General Li is about to fall," Qinglong's worried voice rang out as he fixed his gaze on the actions outside.
Night Star narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You go help him; retreat for now."
It seemed Liu Qiankun did not intend to stay idle for long. Qinglong quickly went out and soon brought back the troops, but of the twenty thousand sent out, less than ten thousand returned. After a hurried retreat, the city gate was tightly closed again.
However, he did not take the opportunity to pursue them. That night, things quieted down considerably.
Rubbing his heavy head as he returned indoors, he realized he hadn't had a good night's sleep in several days and felt somewhat fatigued. He sat down in a chair and fell asleep.
He didn't even notice when another person entered the room.
When Mo Xier came in, she saw him deeply asleep and couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. She walked softly to him, raised her jade hand, and gently massaged his temples.
The sleeping Night Star suddenly opened his eyes, tense all over, but then relaxed upon recognizing her presence. In a hoarse voice, he said, "You’re here."
He did not turn around, but he knew that it was Mo Xier behind him; only she could make him feel at ease.
The jade-like hand suddenly paused, then continued to massage: "You've been exhausted these past few days, haven't you?"
Suddenly, Night Star's large hand grabbed Mo Xier and pulled her into his embrace, his hands stroking her fragrant hair as he softly said, "As long as you are here, I am not tired."
"The war..." Mo Xier said cautiously, "Is it very bad?"
"Yes." Night Star leaned his head against her shoulders, his voice lazy and somewhat weary. "We are outnumbered and our chances of winning are slim."
"What should we do?" Mo Xier raised her eyebrows slightly.
She knew that facing an army of one hundred thousand with only fifty thousand was indeed too difficult. Although Night Star had mobilized people from the Training Institute, which could fight one against a hundred, it still felt insufficient.
"Don't worry, I won't let them burn everything down." The reason Li Ye was able to send so many people to burn things down was not solely because of the Reflection of Hell; the biggest reason was likely to deal with Night Star.
Thinking of this, Night Star couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing—using an army of one hundred thousand to deal with just Night Star seemed a bit excessive. It appeared that Li Ye had made ample preparations and would not allow him to survive.
"But..."
"Master, it's bad! Liu Qiankun has suddenly launched an offensive; the city gates are about to be breached." Just as Mo Xier finished speaking, Qinglong rushed in without bothering to salute.
In a hurry, he relayed the situation.
With a swift motion, Night Star pulled Mo Xier out of his embrace and stood up with a dark expression. He quickly turned around and said in a deep voice, "Send the order to prepare for battle. Additionally, gather ten thousand troops to defend the city walls; that position must not fall."
The Azure Dragon expressed concern, saying, "But we only have less than forty thousand troops. How can we face the enemy with just ten thousand on the walls?"
"I will personally confront them," Night Star replied, picking up the armor from the wardrobe.
It was newly forged after arriving in Boiling City, identical to that of the Kyoto Shogunate. His voice was urgent, leaving no time for Azure Dragon to think.
"Azure Dragon, you are responsible for the walls. Let the Black-Clad White Tiger go out to fight, and leave Zhuque to protect Mo Xier." As he spoke, he had already donned his armor completely, not giving Azure Dragon a chance to respond before striding out.
However, he forgot that the woman he was supposed to protect was capable of fighting alongside him.
Mo Xier stepped forward, her voice cold: "Xingchen, I'm going with you."
"Listen to me and stay here." Before he could finish speaking, he vanished from the room, leaving Mo Xier with a worried expression.
Suddenly, Mo Xier's demeanor turned icy, her eyes flashing with a terrifying light as if she had made a decision. She abruptly turned and left.
Just as she stepped outside, she ran into Zhuque, who asked in confusion, "Miss? Where are you going?"
"We're preparing for action." No longer the delicate figure she once was, she exuded an aura of cold determination. The anger stirred within her had turned her black hair completely white.
Zhuque was taken aback and asked in disbelief, "Now? Didn't you say we should wait until the last moment?"
"There’s no time. Xingchen is already on the battlefield. Our numbers have suffered greatly. If we can't withstand their assault tonight, Boiling City may not escape its fate." In the darkness, her voice was unusually cold as she gathered her internal energy, glowing with a yellow light. Her pupils were bloodthirsty, and a streak of white hair framed her eyes ominously.
"Understood." The Mo Xier before Zhuque suddenly overwhelmed her. She had always thought of Mo Xier as a fragile woman; even though she possessed profound martial skills, she was still a woman who had never shed blood.
But it was only in recent days that she fully realized how ridiculous her previous understanding had been. She was not a pampered woman; she was a ruler who could stand high above and look down on everything, someone who could be worshipped by the world alongside her master.
Night Star truly lived up to the reputation of General Zhen Guo. As soon as he entered the battle, morale soared instantly. Everyone fought fiercely against the enemy; when one companion fell, another pressed on. His bravery and skill in combat threw the enemy's morale into chaos.
In just a moment, the army he led had caused enemy losses to exceed ten thousand, undoubtedly delivering a resounding slap to Liu Qiankun.
"Smack." Inside the blue tent, the flickering candlelight appeared particularly bright against the darkness, illuminating the tent with a crimson glow. The leading man’s face was clouded with anger, his armor showcasing his toughness.
Before him stood four others clad in armor, their faces showing signs of tension. At that moment, each of them lowered their heads, not daring to meet the gaze of the grim-faced man before them.
Liu Qiankun’s voice was as cold as if it had fallen into an icy cavern: "Useless! With so many people, you couldn't even take down thirty thousand? What do I feed you for? Just to embarrass yourselves?"
"General, please calm down!" One of those standing before him suddenly knelt down, trembling all over. At that moment, they could say nothing more than these four words because no one knew if they would be the next target of his wrath.
"Calm down? Calm down? Is that all you can say?" Liu Qiankun’s chest heaved with anger, looking as if he wished he could drag them all away for military punishment.
However, he understood deeply that he could not let military morale falter. Even though he was filled with rage inside, he could only swallow it down and said in a deep voice: "Immediately activate Formation Three. If you lose again this time, I will not spare you."
Originally, he had planned to stall for a few days against Night Star, but unexpectedly, Night Star was so formidable. As soon as he led his troops into battle, morale surged dramatically; in just a minute’s time, he had killed ten thousand of his men?
It should be noted that these soldiers were carefully selected by the emperor; they were not even close to being Night Star's opponents. Yet because of one Night Star, he had no choice but to activate Formation Three ahead of schedule. He could no longer waste time or give Night Star any breathing room. With so many casualties inflicted now, they must be exhausted; if he did not resolve this quickly, it would lead to endless troubles.
He guessed correctly; Night Star was indeed worn out. After several days without proper rest and now fighting through the night, even a strong body would struggle to hold up.
Just as Liu Qiankun’s troops began to retreat and before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a voice in black called out: "Not good! They have completely surrounded us; it seems like they have mobilized everyone!"
Damn it, they haven't taken a breath and have already surrounded them completely. If they can't break through the encirclement, they might die in this formation.
Night Star squinted his eyes tightly, feeling equally anxious. Now, the three of them were trapped by ninety thousand people. It was nearly impossible to break out. At this point, there was no other option but to charge through. Was he really going to lose his life here today?
"Warriors, the emperor is foolish and tyrannical, disregarding the safety of the people and intending to burn down a city filled with our loved ones. These are our providers and our family. His actions show a complete disregard for our loyalty to him. Today, I, Night Star, vow to protect the citizens within this city at all costs and ensure they suffer not a single harm."
"This battle is unavoidable; we may not survive, but we have no retreat. We can only fight to the death against them. Do you have the confidence to fight alongside me to protect your families?" Night Star's voice was powerful and resonated through the chaotic battlefield, sounding particularly deep and inspiring.
"We swear to follow Night General to the death and protect Boiling City!"
"We swear to follow Night General to the death and protect Boiling City!"
The deafening shouts echoed across the battlefield. Those trapped showed no fear; each one was filled with fighting spirit, eager to charge into battle!
"Alright, now listen to my orders: Deputy General Li, take eight thousand troops and attack the right; Chen Vice General, take eight thousand troops and attack the left; Black Attire, five thousand troops, attack forward; White Tiger, five thousand troops, attack backward; the rest follow me as we break through!" Night Star calmly assigned everyone their positions.
Suddenly, he raised his sword high and shouted, "Charge—!"
In an instant, chaos erupted as blood splattered everywhere. The soldiers trapped within the formation fought fiercely against their enemies, cries of anguish ringing out continuously.
Yet no matter how hard they fought, they could not break through this tightly guarded formation. Their numbers dwindled; from thirty thousand, only less than ten thousand remained, while on the enemy side, casualties were fewer than eight thousand.
This was a brutal battle. Night Star's face was covered in blood; he couldn't afford to relax for even a moment and could only do his utmost to kill enemies and create an opening for his soldiers. Both Black Attire and White Tiger had sustained injuries, as did General Li, but General Chen's injuries were even more severe.
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