Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 74: The Damn War Scene

In this world, things that often touch people's hearts unintentionally are the ones that reach the softest and most empathetic part of their hearts.

For example, after a busy day, someone brings you a cup of hot milk tea and says, "You must be tired."

For example, a person who has toiled and labored their whole life without anyone caring suddenly hears someone say, "You've suffered all these years."

Or, for example, at the critical juncture when the Fufeng Prefecture is being attacked by rebel forces and foreign armies, a bandit who everyone wants to beat up reveals a strong sense of patriotism and determination to defend their home and country, even if it means sacrificing their life.

This... truly ignites a sense of righteousness in the hearts of the onlookers, making their noses tingle and tears well up.

Muran Zhuo, the head of the Muran family who is accustomed to life and death, suddenly understands why Master Li said that Xin Zhuo is interesting!

Even Su, the governor, who has never met Xin Zhuo in person but deeply resents him for the abduction of Su Miaojin, puts aside personal grievances and sighs softly, "With such loyal and righteous warriors in our country, how can we not prosper? How can we be defeated?"

General Du stares at Xin Zhuo carefully for a moment and laughs loudly, "This kid is indeed interesting. If we win this battle, I'm willing to take him under my command!"

"Hmm..." Governor Su strokes his beard without expressing agreement or disagreement.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo is about to charge towards the front lines. Suddenly, his eyes become unfocused, and he realizes that he is too nervous and there are flaws in his plan...

If they don't start fighting and he shouts a few times and then turns around and runs away, what would that mean?

Just then, the sound of galloping hooves comes from behind. About a hundred riders rush towards them from a distance, with one person holding a blood-stained banner that reads "Invincible Great Zhou."

"Upanguan Fanqing from the Fierce Tiger Gang is here to assist!"

"Upanguan Jiang Hezhu from the Fierce Tiger Gang is here to assist!"

"Upanguan Sun Wu from the Fierce Tiger Gang is here to assist!"

"We may be bandits, but we are also citizens of Great Zhou!"

"The ambitions of foreign wolves will never stain an inch of our Great Zhou's land!"

"We, the Fierce Tiger Gang, all 108 of us, are willing to fight to the death against the enemy, never retreating until the last drop of blood is shed!"

The lines are exactly the same, the roars are exactly the same.

On the battlefield, everyone looks again, feeling moved, but the feeling of being moved suddenly diminishes.

They can't help but feel that something is off.

Amidst the shouts, Upanguan Fanqing, Jiang Hezhu, and the others have already arrived by Xin Zhuo's side, closer to the direction of the city gate. They ignore everyone else and tilt their heads to look at Xin Zhuo's group, their faces filled with provocation and disdain.

The Fierce Tiger Gang didn't originally have so many horses. In order to arrive quickly, they didn't hesitate to rob Ping'an County.

It's embarrassing to say that they "robbed a county for the sake of the country."

Xin Zhuo is a bit confused. Can't these guys be a bit more original? They've ruined the atmosphere.

Muran Xiu approaches on horseback and says, "The leader of the Fierce Tiger Gang is copying us. Damn it!"

"Let's ignore them!" Xin Zhuo lowers his voice and looks at the enemy camp across from them. "Wait for the right moment, listen to my command, and retreat!"

"Yes!"

"Alright!"

In the Zhou army camp, General Zhu Wu, after surveying the two groups of bandits, bursts into laughter. Although the outcome is still uncertain, this united feeling is hard to resist for this rough and straightforward border general.

Just then, the enemy camp opposite them suddenly starts to slowly advance without any warning. The synchronized sound of horse hooves and footsteps resounds through the sky.

It seems that the enemy didn't originally intend to start the battle immediately, but the addition of the two groups of bandits has disrupted some kind of balance or symbolic meaning. Perhaps more reinforcements will arrive, forcing them to start the battle immediately.

Due to the arrival of the two waves of bandits, the restless Zhou army camp suddenly falls silent.

The war machine has started to move. It's time to fight!

Du Ruifeng glances at Governor Su, and a trace of coldness flashes across his rough and rugged face. He raises his command flag high and shouts, "Charge!"

"Boom boom boom..."

The Zhou archers take the lead, followed closely by the sword and shield soldiers and the spear soldiers. The cavalry gallops towards the flanks, while the four major family Practitioners and the idle Practitioners hold the rear.

On the wide plain to the east of the city, the two armies, densely packed, slowly approach. Apart from the sound of footsteps, horse hooves, and the tense atmosphere, it feels as if everything else has disappeared.

Xin Zhuo reins in his horse and stops from a distance.

Muran Xiu, Cui Ying'er, and the others come forward one after another. "Leader, what should we do?"

"Wait a little longer!"

Xin Zhuo watches the approaching armies with some nervousness, but more curiosity.

What is close combat with cold weapons really like?

Not far away, Upanguan Fanqing and the others look at each other, a bit confused. Is... is the battle starting just like this?

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

At this moment, the two armies were already within arrow range, and the enemy army was the first to bend their bows and shoot.

Like a swarm of bees, the arrows flew into the sky, then traced a perfect arc and headed straight for the Zhou army camp.

"Release!"

Almost simultaneously, the Zhou archers also shot thousands of arrows, aiming for the enemy camp.

Amidst the "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" of tens of thousands of arrows, they met in mid-air, narrowly missing each other, like arrows of death shooting towards the enemy.

"Shields!"

"Shields!"

The two commanding generals shouted simultaneously.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The densely packed arrows finally sped down like ants carrying a heavy load. Despite both sides having shields for protection, the arrows still managed to penetrate the gaps and pierce through foreheads, bodies, and armor.

In an instant, cries of agony and wailing filled the air, and hundreds of soldiers from both sides met their gruesome deaths.

Fortunately, Fulong Fort and Menghu Fort were relatively far away and had fewer people, so they were not specifically targeted.

After the exchange of arrows, it was a clash of armies without any skill, a bloody fight where every blow drew blood.

At least, that's how it appeared in Xin Zhuo's eyes.

"Kill!"

Nearly thirty thousand people clashed with a resounding boom, quickly descending into chaos. Everywhere, there were screams and shouts of killing.

Unfortunate individuals like Shangguan Fanqing and others, who were closer to the Zhou army at the city gate, were surrounded by a group of three to four hundred enemy cavalry and had no choice but to fight back.

Xin Zhuo and the others stood alone on the side, and he felt a complex mix of emotions at this moment.

A person's state of mind is most easily influenced by their surroundings. Even an honest and tone-deaf person would sing a few songs at a karaoke bar, and a shy girl would dance to the music in a nightclub.

When a person is on the battlefield, armed with martial skills, it is inevitable to have the urge to rush forward and strike a few blows, and this impulse is particularly strong.

Xin Zhuo suppressed the urge and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go!"

As soon as the words fell, a rushing sound cut through the air, coming closer and closer.

Xin Zhuo looked over abruptly.

It was an arrow, shot by a young man from the Eastern Yi Kingdom in the enemy's central army. He wore golden armor and had a small braid. Judging from the way he was surrounded by the Yi Kingdom cavalry, he was probably an important figure, and he was now looking at Xin Zhuo with a cold smile.

Xin Zhuo almost immediately dodged to the side, but because he was ambushed, the arrow still grazed his neck.

It scraped the skin, causing a burning pain. When he touched it, his hand was covered in blood.

If he had dodged a little more to the side, the arrow would have hit his throat, and he would have undoubtedly lost his life.

"Boss!" Cui Ying'er and the others were shocked.

"You guys go first! Don't worry about me, I'll catch up!"

Xin Zhuo's face turned cold as he shouted, pulling the reins and tightly gripping his long spear, charging straight towards the enemy's central army.

Damn it! He had never suffered such a loss before!

Everyone mind their own business, why shoot at me? Acting all high and mighty!

Those cavalrymen from the Realm weren't particularly skilled either, so he would give them a parting gift before leaving.

The battlefield had already descended into chaos, with people everywhere and various sounds filling the air. Xin Zhuo rode away, unstoppable, heading straight for the enemy's main central army.

This was an extremely reckless and daring move in war!

But Xin Zhuo did it anyway!

This scene was difficult to notice on the battlefield from a flat perspective, but it was clearly visible from the city gate.

Su Miaojin instinctively stopped beating the drum and stared, her face turning pale.

Murong Lei, Yuan Yourong, Chen Guiyan, Song Dongxi, and a group of constables on the city wall, such as Chen Jing and Yuan Mo'er, also caught sight of this scene.

It was really eye-catching, hard to miss!

"Is that guy crazy?"

"He's really reckless!"

(End of this chapter)