I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 290 - 216: Salute!

"Them?"

Just when most of the Wei soldiers were puzzled, from the other side of Yinzhou City, countless light cavalry in leather armor appeared.

"They...are Qiangrong people!"

"Why are the Qiangrong people appearing here!"

"Why are the Qiangrong cavalry appearing at the Southern Border!?"

The Yan cavalry, who had been poised and ready, could not charge into the Wei Army’s formation and were forced into combat with the suddenly appearing Qiangrong light cavalry.

In this situation, where both sides were cavalry, the already exhausted Yan Army no longer had the advantage.

Why would the Qiangrong light cavalry, who are far away in the Northern Territory, appear at the Southern Border?

Has something happened to Dingyuan Marquis, or have the Qiangrong people already colluded with Wei Country?

There must be someone from Yan Country secretly in league with Wei Country.

The three thousand cavalry who went out of the city to fight all had nearly the same question in their hearts.

On the battlefield,

Rong Shuo watched his fellow soldiers fall one by one.

He cut down a Qiangrong person with one slash and took advantage of the gap to look towards the one-armed youth wantonly slaughtering his comrades in the distance.

That person should be the leader of these Qiangrong people.

However, he couldn’t charge over there.

He had been hit by several arrows, though not fatal, everything in his sight was already a sea of blood.

Originally, Wei Country had no cavalry. Even with three thousand against thirty thousand infantry surrounding Yinzhou, Rong Shuo was confident he could pierce through the Wei Army.

However, at present, Wei Junzhuo did not set up a formation to engage with him but opted for the entire army to retreat and let this suddenly appearing Qiangrong light cavalry block the Yan Army.

Wei Junzhuo used them to make up for the lack of cavalry in Wei Country’s ranks.

Who knows how long these Qiangrong people had been lying in ambush, waiting for this moment.

Rong Shuo only knew that this battle might be his final destination.

He supported his body and tirelessly wielded the long blade in his hand, each strike knocking down a Qiangrong cavalryman.

But his movements were getting slower and slower.

Amid the clamor of the battlefield, there was a "thud," and a stray arrow pierced Rong Shuo’s chest.

"Prince!"

"Prince, quickly save the Prince!"

Rong Shuo fell off his horse, and the Yan soldiers around him immediately rushed to his side, using their own bodies to protect him.

"It was my mistake to lead you all... to die outside the city,"

Rong Shuo cut off the arrow shaft, pressed his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said slowly.

"Prince, we have no regrets even in death!"

"Prince, we may die without regret, but you must not fall!"

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound as the city gate opened once more.

On the city wall, Tang Zhan waved his long sword and shouted hoarsely down below, "Quickly, escort the Prince back to the city!"

The group no longer lingered in battle, risking their lives to carve a blood-stained pathway through the Qiangrong encirclement back to the city gate, escorting Rong Shuo.

In the distance, Jiang Qu, with only one arm and holding a scimitar, coldly watched this scene.

"Chanyu, our losses are heavy. These Yan people have gone mad, desperately trying to return to the city!"

"Indeed, I didn’t expect the cavalry from Yan Country’s Southern Border to be so fierce either."

Jiang Qu let out a cold snort and said grimly:

"Just a cornered dog making a final stand... Hadn’t it been for Duoji chasing and blocking all the way, how could there be only four thousand brave men who came to the Southern Border?

Forget it, hold back a bit. If Wei Junzhuo wants to deplete our forces in vain, he’s dreaming. It’s no big deal, just let Rong Shuo return."

At this moment, Wei Junzhuo, who had been watching the Qiangrong people and Yan Army slaughtering each other, gave an order, "All generals encircle! How can there be any sense in letting meat that has reached one’s mouth escape!"

"Tell Jiang Di that if he can capture Rong Shuo, regardless of dead or alive, I will grant him one province and three cities and send troops to the Snowfield to eliminate his brother, the Marquis Zhongcheng."

"Yes!" The subordinate accepted the order and left.

Wei Junzhuo also mounted his warhorse, his golden armor shining brilliantly in the morning sun:

"Soldiers of Great Wei, follow me to attack Yinzhou!"

The deep blast of a horn sounded, and the previously withdrawn Wei Army launched another attack.

Buoyed by Wei Junzhuo’s promise, the slightly relaxed Qiangrong people once again blocked fiercely as if injected with adrenaline.

At that time, Rong Shuo was only a hundred paces from the city gate, under his subordinates’ escort.

Of the three thousand cavalry that left the city, only a few hundred remained.

Yet behind them were the relentless, fearless Qiangrong people charging forward.

In the farther distance, the Wei Army’s silver-white armor looked like an unending tidal wave, moving towards the open city gate.

Rong Shuo raised his head, meeting Tang Zhan’s gaze, speaking each word clearly:

"Close the gate."

Rong Shuo’s voice wasn’t loud, lost among the crowd, but Tang Zhan understood the words he wanted to say.

"Escort the Prince back into the city!" Tang Zhan ignored the plea, shouting sternly.

"I command you, close the gate." Rong Shuo roared.

Behind, both forces were closing in.

If the gate isn’t closed soon,

the Wei Army can charge straight into Yinzhou!

However, closing the gate now would mean leaving Rong Shuo outside.

Tang Zhan cried.

He thought his tears had long dried,

until he saw Rong Shuo stand up amidst the chaotic army, hoisting the Yan Country’s Black Dragon Flag with all his strength.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed there was only that towering figure standing firmly.

"We can’t close it, the Prince is still outside..." Tang Zhan turned his head, hoarsely commanding.

"But General, if we don’t close the gate, the Wei Army will soon take advantage and storm in!"

"General, if we close the gate, we can still hold out for a while longer."

"General, we can’t close the gate! If the Prince dies, we won’t survive either."

The area descended into chaos.

Tang Zhan knelt on the ground, crying out, "Open the gate, follow me out of the city to rescue the Prince, and fight them!"

"General Tang, you can’t!"

The deputy general held onto Tang Zhan, countless people held onto him.

"The Prince is trapped outside the city. General, you are now the commander of Yinzhou, you cannot act recklessly."

"The Prince said earlier, if things change, you must hold Yinzhou and wait for reinforcements."

"If General Tang goes out of the city, what about Yinzhou, what about the people of Dayan in Yinzhou City, are you going to let the Prince die with regret?"

"The Prince is not dead yet! He’s not dead yet!"

Tang Zhan roared, but was still held in check by many. He despairingly clenched his fists, pounding the hard ground until his hands were covered in blood.

"I cannot watch the Prince,

I cannot watch him die in front of me!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The morning sun gradually rose from the horizon, its radiant brilliance spilling over the smoke-filled battlefield.

Wei Junzhuo’s eyes were filled with unwavering confidence.

Just as the Wei Army and Qiangrong light cavalry were about to encircle the Yan cavalry,

just as the city gate was about to close,

the ground,

shook violently.

A low, rumbling noise came from behind Wei Country’s soldiers.

Wei Junzhuo frowned, turning to look.

On the horizon, a black line appeared.

That black line grew larger in everyone’s view, until it covered the sky and engulfed the earth like a hurricane, sweeping up dust in the air.

"Who are they..."

Amid the dust, countless Yan cavalry emerged from behind the Wei Army.

Behind them, there seemed to be heavily armored infantry faintly visible, each holding spears and short swords, emitting a formidable aura of evil qi, like boiling black ink, flooding Wei Junzhuo’s dark golden pupils.

Amid the sounds of charging and shouting, a black flag rose high, sketching the hefty character "Gu."

Dingyuan Army, reporting for duty!