PNB Chapter 651: Success is the King, Failure is the Bandit
Chapter 651: Success is the King, Failure is the Bandit
With a light wave of his black long sleeves, a silver light flashed in the darkness, instantly dispersing the powerful force that was attacking him.
Shu He looked up and saw a perfect profile that seemed to be carved from cold jade. The cold and soft lines did not seem contradictory at all, but rather extremely harmonious.
A pair of cold eyes were bottomless, revealing a terrifying power and coldness.
A cold flash passed by, and his other hand rolled in front of him. Suddenly, the silver light reappeared, lighting up the entire night.
The strong light made everyone look up, and they saw two figures stepping on the light, like gods descending from the sky, so great that people could not reach them and worshiped them in their hearts.
"It's Prince Li!!"
Meng Fang shouted in the crowd.
Everyone looked up.
The guards who originally held the intention of death, suddenly burst into fierce, boiling, and dazzling light in their gloomy eyes.
"Prince Li is here!"
"Reinforcements have arrived!"
"Brothers! Kill the rebels, and your names will be known throughout Apocalypse!"
Meng Fang shouted again, and all those who were still fighting were filled with blood.
Just as they were about to engage in another fight, shouts that resounded through the sky came from the foot of Jingshan Mountain.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Rumbling shouts, accompanied by deafening footsteps, came from all directions.
Seeing this, Baili Moyin's Yonghua Army abandoned the imperial guards in front and turned back to resist the troops that were surrounding them.
Countless silver-armored soldiers rushed from the east, south and west.
Their fighting power was extraordinary, and in just one encounter, they defeated the Yonghua Army without any chance of fighting back.
"Silver armor mask?! It's General Zhenli!"
"It's the Chengfeng Army!"
"The Chengfeng Army is here! Everyone, run!!"
In the Yonghua army, someone recognized Zhenli and Chengfeng Army, and their fighting spirit disappeared.
They threw down their swords and tried to escape, but the Chengfeng Army was surrounding them from all directions and there was nowhere to escape.
Zhenli sat on a tall horse, wearing a royal blue cloak behind his silver armor, holding a spear in his hand, and blood flowed wherever he passed.
One man can hold the pass against ten thousand. He was like a sharp knife, rushing into the densely packed rebel army and forging a breakthrough line.
The Chengfeng cavalry that followed closely behind fought bravely, and their battle-hardened iron-hoofed war horses soon threw the Yonghua army into chaos.
To the west, a woman in a light lake blue dress, waving a long sword in her hand, led another team of Fengfeng soldiers to fight bravely against the enemy.
On her beautiful and pretty face, there is a heroic spirit and a decisive momentum.
Under her leadership, the Chengfeng Army in the west quickly broke through another line of defense.
In the south, a figure in silver armor rushed into the thousands of panicked rebels with a single, stern look.
His sword flew from his hand, impaling a rebel leader and two of his men into the ground.
Then he took out a large black bow from the side of the horse's back and shot three arrows at once, making a total of nine arrows in a row.
Each arrow was like lightning streaking through the sky. In a flash of light, it pierced through the bodies of several people and finally disappeared into the darkness.
Galloping on his horse, he put down his bow, took back his sword, and rushed into the crowd to fight again.
To the southeast, Zhang Zhiyi also led a group of Chengfeng troops to kill the enemy and advance with fierce momentum, like a broken bamboo.
In the southwest, Liu Jingchen, Liu Rufeng, Liu Ruyu, and the one-armed Shu Yuanqing were also roaring and reaping lives.
In front of Liu Jingchen and others were Li Ziru and Fei Qi. They had gone up the mountain ahead of the Chengfeng Army, but their numbers were small and they could only delay for a while.
At the rear of the camp, Xizhu led the Imperial Guard Cavalry Battalion transferred from Kyoto, sneaked in quietly, cleared out all the rebels roaming inside the camp, and finally appeared in front of the camp gate, attacking the rebels from the front and back with the Chengfeng Army.
Yier followed Xizhu and rushed out sitting on Wuwu's back.
Wuwu's huge figure and powerful force caused chaos among the rebel soldiers outside the fence.
It bit my neck one bite at a time without stopping, and the hair around its mouth had turned blood red.
The sudden appearance of a ferocious beast on the battlefield further disrupted the already chaotic Yonghua Army.
In just a quarter of an hour, more than half of the 30,000-strong army was lost.
Baili Moqing held Shu He's waist, flew in the air, and finally landed on a chariot next to Baili Moyin.
"Those who have come to the rescue from the Chengfeng Army and surrendered will not be killed!"
A powerful voice resounded in the air above Jingshan. All the rebels stopped and stared at Baili Moqing, hesitation in their eyes.
Baili Moyin's scarlet eyes seemed to show despair and were filled with unwillingness.
But at this moment on the battlefield, the outcome has been decided.
As Baili Moqing's voice fell, the noisy battlefield became much quieter; except for Baili Moyin's death squad who were still fighting desperately, the rest of the ordinary soldiers had begun to throw down their knives and surrender.
Emperor Qiwen couldn't describe his feelings when watching this scene.
It was an almost fatal situation, but Baili Moqing appeared for less than a quarter of an hour and completely reversed the deadlock!
Looking around the whole world, I’m afraid there is no one else who can match his leadership and deterrent power!
Could it be that among all his sons, the only one worthy of succeeding him is the seventh son?
His sharp eyes swept across the battlefield, and he could vaguely find the figures of the fifth, eighth, and ninth brothers on the battlefield. However, compared to the seventh brother, their abilities and reputations were far inferior!
Baili Moqing stood on the roof of the carriage, meeting Baili Moyin's gaze.
"Fourth brother, stop it, you are doomed to fail today!"
Baili Moyin looked at him, listened to the slightly sarcastic words, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Hahaha!"
"I still lost!"
There was desolation and regret in his eyes, as well as a hint of unwillingness.
"But, Old Seven, I didn't lose to you!"
"I lost because I wasn't ruthless enough, not heartless enough!"
"If I didn't want the abdication decree, I would have just killed everyone here. They wouldn't have been able to wait for you to arrive!"
He only regretted that he had not been more decisive just now, which led to his complete loss!
Baili Moqing didn't say anything, but he was right about one thing.
If he had not wasted time on the imperial edict, perhaps Emperor Qiwen would have really died at his hands.
But if he doesn't have the imperial edict of succession, he will most likely not be able to sit on that seat!
Among the fifth, eighth and ninth brothers, which one is easier to deal with?
If he wants to ascend the throne, he must have the imperial edict!
As if he understood what he hadn't said, Baili Moyin's eyes flashed slightly, and he was unwilling to say more about it.
If he had really disregarded everything and sat in that position before, then whether he could sit firmly and how to sit firmly would not be a difficult issue.
If it's unstable, he will kill until it's stable!
At most, he'll just be known as a tyrant!
But if he makes contributions to the people later, what will be left in the history books is his good name, not his bad reputation!
Isn’t this the case for emperors of all dynasties?
However, the winner takes all, and at this point, he didn't bother to argue any further!
Finally, he looked at Shu He beside Baili Moqing with a hint of envy in his eyes.
"Seventh Brother, I have to say, you have a good woman!"