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There is a saying: it is better to die for righteousness than to live in shame, and to regard death as a return. This expresses the spirit of a valiant warrior. However, there are generals who die in battle; how could there be generals who surrender?
Although Yang Ting chose his master poorly, he is still a man of iron and steel. To avenge his brother Yang Kui, even if he has only one breath left, he will fight to the death with Princess Jinyang!
However, Yang Kui has committed numerous crimes and acted unjustly, thus he deserves his fate. Yang Ting, blinded by personal revenge, has lost sight of righteousness and is determined to kill Princess Jinyang.
With his spear lost, Yang Ting is unarmed but manages to knock Princess Jinyang off her horse. He aims for her neck, ready to tear into her flesh with his teeth, his face twisted like a beast in the wild!
Just as his white teeth are about to sink into Princess Jinyang's skin, Yang Ting hears a harsh grinding sound. The long knife of Princess Jinyang struggles like a fish trapped in mud but ultimately embeds itself in Yang Ting's chest armor!
Yang Ting feels a numbness in his chest; suddenly, he cannot catch his breath. He struggles to bite down, but his teeth are just inches from Princess Jinyang's neck and cannot advance any further.
Taking advantage of the moment, Princess Jinyang kicks Yang Ting away. With a swift motion, she pulls out her long knife, and blood drips from the blade like dew on a lotus leaf—truly a blade that does not need bloodshed!
"Cough... cough..." Yang Ting keeps coughing up blood, yet his blood-red eyes remain fixed on Princess Jinyang. His fingers claw stubbornly toward her, but his body can no longer move.
To be fair, Yang Ting is indeed a heroic figure deserving of admiration. Princess Jinyang slowly crouches down, intending to give him a merciful end to spare him further suffering. However, Yang Ting grabs her boot!
His gaze shifts from Princess Jinyang to the front where over two hundred cavalrymen captured by Zhou Cang and others stand—these soldiers were all brought out by him one by one!
Princess Jinyang's brow furrows; she understands that Yang Ting cannot let go of these captured brothers in arms...
"Rest assured, I will not harm them..."
Upon hearing this from Princess Jinyang, the bloodlust in Yang Ting's eyes seems to fade slightly as he regains some vitality. His lips move for a long time before he manages to utter two words: "Thank... you..."
Watching Yang Ting take his last breath, Princess Jinyang slowly stands up and solemnly bows to him.
The battlefield eventually fell silent, and over two hundred Cavalry captives hung their heads, their hearts still filled with endless fear. The shock of Jingzhe Thunder was simply too great, leaving them unable to calm down for a long time.
Xu Zhen did not hate these Soldiers, as they were merely following orders. What he hated were Youzhou Inspector Gao Lvxing and the Prince Li Zhi behind him!
If it weren't for these two wanting to suppress him, how could these sons of the Tang Dynasty turn against each other and sacrifice their lives in vain?
He walked in front of the Cavalry, observing them back and forth. Among them were seasoned Imperial Guards veterans, young men full of vigor, and stable middle-aged men with families. Each one raised their heads to look at the man who determined their fate, their eyes filled with a desire for life.
Xu Zhen sighed deeply and said hoarsely, "We are all of the same root; why be so hasty to harm each other... Just go..."
Waving his hand, Xu Zhen turned to leave, leaving these people with a stunned silhouette. Zhou Cang and others followed closely behind, with thirty of the three hundred personal guards injured and being looked after by Comrades as they continued on their way, without anyone touching any spoils of war.
What was obtained from the enemy could be called spoils of war; these dead Soldiers were not enemies of Xu Zhen but victims!
Victims sacrificed by Li Zhi and Gao Lvxing!
Thinking of this made Xu Zhen feel regretful; he even began to waver—was his path truly the right one?
The two hundred Cavalry did not leave; they watched as Xu Zhen's main force gradually disappeared, suddenly realizing that they had nowhere left to go.
This operation was top secret; if successful, it would have been fine—everyone would be rewarded and all would be happy. But now that Commander Yang Ting was dead, if they returned to Youzhou, the ruthless Gao Lvxing would undoubtedly kill them to cover up this operation!
Xu Zhenzhi's name had long spread throughout Youzhou; his deeds were known by all. Even though these Cavalry admired Xu Zhen deeply and sincerely did not wish to participate in this matter, as Soldiers, they had no choice but to obey orders.
It was only after Jingzhe Thunder was unleashed that they personally experienced that all the legends about Xu Zhen were true!
They were elite soldiers, capable of taking on ten opponents on any battlefield. However, they encountered the Xu Zhen and the Jingzhe Thunder, forces that should not exist in this world, leading to their complete and utter defeat.
They were born soldiers, with the indomitable glory of the Tang People flowing through their veins. This glory would not allow them to be silenced without reason, nor would it permit them to accept the Xu Zhen's grace without question.
If it weren't for the Xu Zhen, they would undoubtedly have perished. Yet she granted them a chance at life again, while Gao Lvxing, who orchestrated the entire plan, sought to eliminate them and strip away their lives once more.
They were soldiers, but they were also human. They had their own thoughts, and especially when Commander could no longer suppress their ideas and freedom, those thoughts grew stronger.
"Hmph..."
Someone let out a soft snort, followed by a helpless smile. They picked up the weapon from the ground, mounted their warhorse, and slowly joined the Xu Zhen's entourage.
The second person silently followed suit, and more and more people began to join in.
The Xu Zhen walked slowly, his mind in turmoil. As he walked, he realized that besides Caesar, there was no one else by his side. He turned back and saw Zhou Cang and others from the personal guard had stopped.
Looking over the heads of his brothers, he saw two hundred cavalry approaching. They held their heads high like true Tang People rather than mere pawns driven by the powerful.
Zhou Cang and others consciously parted to make way as the cavalry slowly passed through and reformed in front of the Xu Zhen.
As he looked at these cavalrymen, the chaos and struggle in his heart suddenly dissipated. He knew his choice was not wrong; giving up now would be the real mistake!
He could not overthrow Li Zhi or kill him; he couldn't even oppose him. But he could change Li Zhi! He could clearly see those treacherous ministers around Li Zhi!
He gently tapped his horse's belly, and Azure Wind Antelope snorted as it carried Xu Zhen to face the cavalrymen. Just moments ago, they had been fighting each other; now that Yang Ting was dead, they returned to their original positions. Like Xu Zhen's Elite Guards, they were all fine sons of the Tang Dynasty—heroes guarding the gates of the Tang Dynasty!
"Clang!"
More than two hundred Cavalry soldiers raised their weapons in unison. Zhou Cang and the others hurriedly drew their swords in defense, yet Xu Zhen remained unfazed, staring directly at the Cavalry before her.
"I vow to follow the general to the death!"
The soldier who had taken the lead raised his sword high and shouted.
"I vow to follow the general to the death!"
"I vow to follow the general to the death!"
Xu Zhen clenched her fists, feeling a surge of warmth rising from the depths of her heart, filling her chest!
The personal guard unit had gained over two hundred Brothers, bringing their total to more than five hundred. They passed Dragon's Hollow and began entering the territory of Yingzhou.
Meanwhile, in Youzhou, Gao Lvxing was still indulging in pleasure at his residence. The newly acquired Mohe Slave, though dark-skinned, had a strong and curvaceous body like a young leopard, wild and robust. She lacked the frailty often seen in women from Jiangnan, seemingly capable of enduring a night of reckless indulgence.
Gao Lvxing, being a debauched man, had already exhausted himself. The resilient Female Slave soon succumbed; seeing the disdain in her eyes, Gao Lvxing was filled with rage and humiliation. He jumped up from the bed, drew the treasured sword hanging on the wall, and plunged it into the Female Slave's chest!
The Female Slave grinned, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Even in death, she looked at Gao Lvxing with disdain and pity, as if this high-ranking magistrate were nothing more than a cowardly wretch.
Gao Lvxing felt unsettled and drank all the wine from the jug on the table before finally calming down. However, his fingers continued to tremble lightly. After a while, a servant tidied up the room again, and a twenty-six-year-old Maid slipped out of her clothes and quietly climbed into bed to attend to Gao Lvxing.
Yet the magistrate seemed disinterested, silently gazing out at the white moonlight through the window, his brow twitching as if he were waiting for an ominous arrival.
"Hmph, how could Yang Ting be someone easily dealt with..." After a self-deprecating smile, Gao Lvxing crawled into bed, holding the Maid as he fell asleep.
However, not long after he had fallen asleep, a gentle knocking sound came from outside. Gao Lvxing couldn't help but feel angry. Normally, no servant would dare disturb his rest, and he would never allow anyone to interrupt his dreams. Yet tonight, he hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed to open the door.
Murong Hanzhu frowned deeply, looking troubled. Upon seeing Gao Lvxing personally come to the door, he merely shook his head lightly.
"Damn it! Damn it!" The anger of Gao Lvxing finally erupted, and objects in the room were constantly thrown to the ground. The Maid turned pale with fright, like a scared lamb.
Murong Hanzhu gently walked in and beckoned to the Maid. Trembling, she approached him. Murong Hanzhu draped a garment over her and gently escorted her out of the room. As he closed the door, he saw gratitude in the Maid's eyes.
"Calm down, my lord. This is not the time for anger. It is never too late to mend the fold after losing sheep."
Gao Lvxing snorted coldly and finally calmed down. He sat down angrily, wanting to drink, but found the wine jar empty. He then smashed the jar against the wall, shattering it into pieces.
"What insights do you have, sir?"
Murong Hanzhu lightly tapped on the Table, paused in silence for a moment, and then spoke: "Take good care of the surviving Soldier, and be sure not to let any news leak out. Send a message to Zhang Jian, instructing him to properly Reception our Loyal Martial General..."
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