Rebirth: Marry a General instead of a Prince

King Zhongshan began to counterattack frantically, ordering the surrounding elite soldiers to attack Master Qingyi. Even if he was defeated today and Master Qingyi was killed, it would be enough to make Xie Yunsong depressed for a while, and then the prince would still have a chance to defend Yanzhou.

The King of Zhongshan had made a big mistake. Today, he took away the 100,000 soldiers guarding Yanzhou, leaving only tens of thousands of soldiers. Zhou Yehan, who had retreated earlier, had already led another 100,000 soldiers from the northern border and rushed to Yanzhou City. Tens of thousands versus 100,000, the outcome had already been revealed. I'm afraid that at this moment, Yu Huangqing had already received the news and fled in a hurry.

Of course, the King of Zhongshan who was on the battlefield was unaware of this. He knew that he would not be able to escape unscathed today, so he began to direct all his attacks at Master Qingyi. Even if he was a skilled martial artist, he could not defeat four fists with his own two hands.

Master Qingyi knew that the man in front of him was already blood-thirsty, and he could hardly resist. He knew that he could not hold on any longer.

In recent years, he has rarely used a sword. He carefully taught Bai Zhiyuan and Xie Yunsong swordsmanship, but he himself has not used a sword for a long time. Because many years ago, he was seriously injured, and this time when he came to the North, the old injury recurred. He didn't want Xie Yunsong and Bai Zhiyuan to worry, so he didn't tell them.

Master Qingyi was still swinging his sword. He was a doctor and knew his own body. He had to set up an ambush here because he knew that his old injury had relapsed and he didn't have much time left.

Even without the relentless pressure from the King of Zhongshan, he would not have been able to hold out for much longer. In his last moments, he was able to do something for his beloved disciple, and he was very happy.

A gust of wind blew, causing Master Qingyi's figure to sway slightly.

Master Qingyi was surrounded by dozens or hundreds of Northern Di people.

The long sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and his white clothes had already been stained red with blood. It was unclear whether it was his own or someone else's.

"Kill him for me!" King Zhongshan roared. This man's swordsmanship was indeed excellent. He could fight against ten people alone and had been struggling for a long time, but he still hadn't fallen down.

Master Qingyi had naturally suffered a lot of injuries. Seeing this, Lu Zhiling, who was not far away, tried to come to rescue him several times, but was entangled by the Beidi army and could not get close to him for a while.

Master Qingyi gradually lost the battle, his vision became blurred, and at this moment he was just a spent force.

While Lu Zhiling was killing the Northern Di people, he was moving towards Master Qingyi. He was shocked that the Northern Di army was doomed, and perhaps the King of Zhongshan knew this, so he didn't want to escape at this moment, but attacked Master Qingyi crazily.

"Pfft-"

A long knife stabbed at Master Qingyi from behind, and the tip of the knife pierced through his chest. He finally couldn't stand and fell heavily.

King Zhongshan laughed and said, "Even if we lose today, being able to kill Xie Yunsong's master is still a great achievement! Hahahaha——"

After Lu Zhiling dealt with the Northern Di people in front of him and rushed to Master Qingyi, he saw Master Qingyi lying there motionless.

Lu Zhiling was shocked and swung his sword towards King Zhongshan.

King Zhongshan was shocked. Seeing that he had defeated Master Qingyi, he realized that the outcome was already decided. His face was ashen, knowing that the situation was hopeless and he was afraid that he would lose today. He was only concerned with fighting with Master Qingyi just now, and now his only thought was to escape.

He cut off Lu Zhiling's attack with a single blow and summoned his personal soldiers, hundreds of whom quickly surrounded him.

Relying on the full-speed attack, he killed all those who blocked his way, no matter if they were his own people or people from Dali, and finally made a bloody path.

The people around him had gone from hundreds of people at the beginning to just a few people. He himself had lost his usual majesty, with disheveled hair and blood all over his body. There was a wild road ahead, and he turned his horse around and fled along the path. As soon as he passed a corner, he felt something was wrong and reined in his horse suddenly. The horse was already injured, and the horse was frightened and threw him to the ground.

There was a group of people and horses parked in front of him, blocking the road and blocking his way.

The instinct for survival made him jump up from the ground immediately. Before he could escape, dozens of sharp arrows whizzed towards him. Along with the screams of King Zhongshan, his back was filled with sharp arrows. He staggered and fell to the ground. The remaining Beidi soldiers were also all killed.

The battle lasted until the evening before it finally ended, with the Northern Army winning a complete victory.

On the other side, Zhou Yehan led 100,000 troops to attack Yanzhou. Yu Huangqing also knew the general trend and sent out a large number of troops, but the King of Zhongshan had already been defeated and killed. He knew that Yanzhou was difficult to defend. He fled in a hurry before the Dali people came in.

In this battle, Yanzhou City was successfully captured.

Xie Yunsong and Bai Zhiyuan stood in the tent, listening to the frequent good news, and Xie Yunsong finally felt relieved.

He and Bai Zhiyuan looked at each other, and Bai Zhiyuan showed a relieved smile on his face.

Xie Yunsong then said to Bai Zhiyuan: "We have won. It's so late now, you should go to sleep first."

Bai Zhiyuan shook his head: "I want to wait for Master and everyone to come back."

Xie Yunsong was displeased, and pulled her into the tent, saying, "You should rest now. I still have follow-up matters to deal with. Don't let me worry about you."

Bai Zhiyuan couldn't persuade him, so he said, "Okay, then when Master comes back, you have to wake me up."

Xie Yunsong nodded, and Bai Zhiyuan lay down obediently.

Only then did Xie Yunsong leave Bai Zhiyuan's tent and return to his own tent.

It was late at night, and Xie Yunsong felt uneasy for some reason. He sat in the tent quietly waiting for news from the soldiers.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a noise outside the tent.

Xie Yunsong stared straight at the tent door.

When the soldier came in, he looked hesitant.

"What's the matter?" Xie Yunsong asked.

"General, Master Qingyi..." the soldier stammered.

Xie Yunsong's heart gradually sank. He lowered his eyes and after a while, he calmly asked, "Where?"

"Vice General Lu is already on his way back with the master." The subordinate Nono said, "The master...he died under the sword of King Zhongshan."

The pen in Xie Yunsong's hand suddenly broke.

After the soldier left, Xie Yunsong sat still, his mind flashing with every bit of his time with his master. Over the years, he seemed to be used to life and death, but in fact, he valued friendship more than anyone else.

Xie Yunsong sat in silence all night. At dawn, he slowly got up and walked towards Master Qingyi's tent.

The master's tent was very simple, and a letter lay quietly on the table.

Xie Yunsong paused for a moment, then walked over. On the letter was written: "From Song'er!"

Xie Yunsong opened the letter and read it quickly. After reading it, Xie Yunsong seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He sat where Master Qingyi usually sat, his eyes slightly red.

It was daybreak, and there was a commotion outside. Xie Yunsong calmed down again and walked out. The sunlight shone on his face, making his eyebrows and eyes look even colder.

Lu Zhiling, dressed in military uniform and covered in blood, rushed back day and night without even having time to change his clothes.

As soon as he saw Xie Yunsong, he knelt down and said with a choked voice: "General, I'm sorry. It's my fault that I failed to protect the master."

Xie Yunsong waved his hand and helped him up personally, saying in a hoarse voice: "It's not your fault, you've worked hard. Go back and rest and heal your wounds first."

Lu Zhiling nodded and said, "I have brought back the master's body."

Xie Yunsong nodded, and looked through Lu Zhiling at the corpse covered with white cloth on the ground.

Master Qingyi died a tragic death, with wounds all over his body, the most fatal of which was the knife wound on his chest.

Xie Yunsong squatted down, carefully tidied his master's clothes, then took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the blood off his face.

After doing all this, he looked at his master's face and whispered, "Send the master back to his tent first."