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At this moment, he could only be surrounded by the crowd, protected by his soldiers to prevent his injuries from worsening.
However, this led to a loss of morale; everyone was filled with fear, and the initial momentum had completely dissipated!
Just as they were anxiously waiting, a drumbeat suddenly echoed from the city wall, strong and powerful, resonating in the ears of these helpless soldiers. They seemed to be stimulated all at once, their fighting spirit ignited. The bodies that had just felt weak suddenly joined the battle with even more fervor than before.
Night Star was taken aback, looking at the city wall in confusion. He saw a drummer there, and Qinglong was vigorously beating the drum. The sound seemed to resonate deeply within people's hearts!
Before he could think further, a long spear shot straight toward him. In a moment of panic, he had no choice but to dodge desperately, but his arm was grazed by the spear, leaving a long cut that bled profusely!
Ignoring the sudden drumbeat from the city wall, he had to fight with all his might. As he watched his fellow soldiers fall one by one around him, his heart raced with anxiety, fearing that he might lose his life today.
Both the man in black and Baihu were overwhelmed. Taking advantage of a brief opening, Baihu rode over quickly and said worriedly, "My lord, the enemy's momentum is too strong; we might not be able to break through."
"If we can't break through, then we will hold our ground and fight—" He raised his hand to block several incoming spears and soon engaged in close combat with the enemy again!
He was a soldier who only knew how to defend his homeland at all costs; retreat was never an option for him. If the enemy attacked him with three thousand troops, he would kill ten thousand in return. This was his principle after years of military service; no matter the circumstances, he would protect the people with his life!
Just when they felt like trapped beasts, suddenly a group appeared behind the enemy—each one was a woman, beautiful Ruo Er. Each of them wielded a long sword; they did not engage in battle with the enemy but simply killed them. Yes, it was killing—no feigned moves—each strike was lethal, tearing open a gap in the enemy's formation.
Each of them had a stern expression; wherever they passed, enemies fell. The soldiers trapped in formation were stunned and wondered if these were celestial beings sent by heaven to rescue them.
But in front were the man in black and Baihu. Upon seeing the figure leading the charge, they were both shocked: "Miss Mo?"
"Zhuque?"
Both displayed expressions of disbelief and then turned their gaze toward Night Star, only to find him staring blankly at this sudden group as well.
The team's offensive was fierce; before the enemy could react, they were struck down by a single sword. Upon closer inspection, they wielded not only swords but also small knives, and their horses seemed to instinctively know where they were headed, weaving through the battlefield without fear.
However, Night Star was utterly shocked. Mo Xi'er? How could such a powerful team exist? They entered the battlefield as if it were uninhabited land, forcing back an army of ninety thousand with their sheer momentum.
Yet they showed no intention of letting the enemy escape, relentlessly pursuing them. With a sword in one hand and a knife in the other, they moved swiftly, taking down two enemies at once. Such a well-coordinated team was something even Night Star could not achieve.
As he stood there in a daze, a cold voice filled with urgency suddenly pierced his ears: "What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and chase them down!"
Startled, he shook off his shock and coldly commanded, "Soldiers, the enemy has been pushed back by our forces. We cannot give them a moment to breathe. Their morale is low; this is our chance—attack!"
Mo Xi'er's assault was too overwhelming; the enemy was already in disarray, fleeing in all directions. The earlier momentum had vanished, scared away by the sudden appearance of Mo Xi'er and her team.
In just a minute's time, the dozen or so people led by Mo Xi'er had killed eight thousand of the enemy. This significantly boosted the morale of Night Star's troops, and with the sound of drums from atop the city walls as accompaniment, their spirits soared, pushing the enemy into retreat.
"General, it's bad! It's bad..." Inside the tent, Liu Qiankun was leisurely sipping tea, waiting for his soldiers to return triumphantly. He had been fantasizing about what rewards to ask from the emperor upon returning to the capital when he was abruptly interrupted by a voice.
His expression immediately turned cold as he asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
"The Night Star army has suddenly been reinforced by a team that broke through our formation and has left us decimated. Now Night Star is pursuing us; we have no way to escape!"
"What?" Liu Qiankun shot up from his chair, disbelief etched on his face. Angrily, he demanded, "Where did they come from? The gates of Boiling City are tightly shut; how did they get out?"
He had already thoroughly assessed the situation in Boiling City on his way here; aside from the road leading through Boiling City's gates, there were no other routes available. Where had these people emerged from?
"What is the current situation?" Although taken aback by this news, he still managed to remain calm.
The deputy standing before him looked tense and stammered, "There are... less than fifty thousand left..."
"Bang!" He slammed his palm onto the red wooden table, his face darkening with fear. "Only fifty thousand left..."
Suddenly, all the hostility dissipated, and he slumped down in his chair, his face pale. This battle had resulted in heavy losses; out of his ninety thousand troops, only fifty thousand remained after less than two quarters of an hour.
Who exactly was the opponent, and why were they so formidable? Even Night Star did not possess such capabilities to break through the encirclement with these ninety thousand men. What should have been a guaranteed victory had turned into...
Thinking of this, he abruptly stood up from his chair and said urgently, "Quick... retreat the troops, we need to pull back five hundred meters."
Now was not the time for a head-on confrontation. They still did not fully understand the enemy's background. Moreover, the morale on Night Star's side was high; if they forced a fight now, they would likely be wiped out.
On Night Star's side, upon seeing Liu Qiankun suddenly retreat, they halted their pursuit. He understood the principle of not chasing a desperate enemy, and besides, they also needed to regroup. Most importantly, his gaze shifted to the nearby White-Haired Woman; there were some things that needed clarification...
But why had her White Hair suddenly reappeared? He remembered that it had not shown for a long time; what could be the reason?
In Boiling City Night Mansion, the wind outside rustled the branches, while inside, several people sat in silence. After a long while, the man at the head of the table suddenly raised his eyes and softly asked, "What is going on?"
The woman standing at the lower end had a cold expression but spoke respectfully: "This is thanks to Miss Mo's foresight. Ever since the imperial decree to burn the city was issued, she made preparations early on."
Upon hearing this, Zhuque's face lit up with excitement as she looked at the smiling White-Haired Woman beside the man with admiration. Despite her years of martial training, she could never have rescued her master from such a formidable situation. Yet in just a few days, her preparations had managed to inflict significant casualties on the enemy and created an opening for her master and others to turn defeat into victory.
"Please don't praise me too much. I anticipated that things wouldn't go smoothly even before you contacted Li Family's former subordinates. This team was hastily assembled as an emergency measure; I intended to wait until the last moment. However, Liu Qiankun didn't give us any breathing room, so I had to act earlier," Mo Xier said with a faint smile, showing no signs of pride.
At that time, she had been anxious. Even though both she and Night Star possessed profound martial skills, it was impossible for them to contend against an army of one hundred thousand.
Moreover, upon hearing that Night Star had only contacted fifty thousand troops, she began devising countermeasures. She wasn't particularly skilled; she just recalled how much she enjoyed watching special forces dramas in modern times. Coupled with her medical knowledge, she had Zhuque find over ten women from the Training Institute who weren't particularly skilled in martial arts. To her surprise, all those women turned out to be beauties.
Thus inspired by a sudden idea, she combined techniques seen in special forces with her medical expertise to identify vital points on a person—not aiming to compete in martial arts but simply seeking a single lethal strike.
Due to time constraints, there were still some shortcomings in her plan; however, looking at today's outcome, it seemed sufficient.
Night Star exclaimed in shock: "Mo Xi'er, you have truly exceeded my expectations! Those women delivered lethal strikes that caught Liu Qiankun's men off guard. How did you manage that?"
Mo Xier smiled lightly and said, "I just thought that since our numbers are few, we must avoid direct confrontation with them. We can only strike when they least expect it. Moreover, I have medical knowledge and know where a person's vital points are, which is why I can catch them off guard!"
"Miss Mo is truly humble. With your skills, even we few would probably not be a match for you!" The man in black was genuinely in awe of Mo Xier.
Just a little over a dozen people managed to help their thirty thousand kill fifty thousand enemy troops. What kind of ability could achieve such a feat? Moreover, this was accomplished in just a few days. He couldn't imagine how powerful this team would become if given more time.
"Alright, stop praising me. We should think about our next strategy," she suddenly turned her gaze to Night Star and said softly, "Xingchen, I have decided to hand this team over to Zhuque. From now on, consider it the shadow of the Training Institute. Besides, women can act more conveniently than men."
Night Star was taken aback for a moment and then replied, "That was your creation; you can handle it as you see fit. By the way, what are your thoughts on future battles?"
Mo Xier had brought him too many unexpected surprises. He suddenly felt that this woman was no longer the delicate girl he had protected but a powerful queen who could fight alongside him.
Mo Xier lowered her head in contemplation for a while. After some time, she raised her head and said solemnly, "I think we should pursue victory while we can. Li Ye's actions have already displeased many people. If we rise up against him now, we will surely have a chance of winning."
"Alright, let's do as you say." He then turned to Qinglong and instructed, "Notify everyone to prepare for battle and conserve their strength. We are ready to strike the imperial city!"
What Mo Xier said aligned perfectly with his thoughts; they must take advantage of the current disarray among their enemies and not give them any chance to rest. Otherwise, no matter how capable they were, they would not stand a chance against Li Ye's forces.
This war lasted for three long years. Mo Xier fought alongside Night Star, bravely killing enemies and boosting morale. Her team was eventually handed over to Zhuque, who trained them rigorously until they became Night Star's dagger—leaving no survivors wherever they went.
Due to Night Star's royal bloodline and Li Ye's tyrannical rule that oppressed the people, causing widespread grievances, Mo Xier seized the opportunity to infiltrate the Empress Dowager's palace and reveal the truth to her.
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