Chapter 880: Hengzhou is constantly moving

"set off!"

Wei Qing gave an order and rode forward, followed closely by Huo Qubing. The Yulin Army surged like a tide and marched towards Tianheng Prefecture in a mighty manner.

At the same time, on the other side of the camp, Lian Po was leading his 40,000 infantry to take over the defense of the northern part of Hengzhou.

As an experienced veteran, Lian Po's face is full of traces of time, but his eyes are still as sharp as an eagle.

"Old General, the northern part of Hengzhou is now in your hands."

Before setting off, Wei Qing went to Lian Po and gave him solemn instructions.

"Haha, the lord really uses people properly. I knew that with your talent, Zhongqing, the lord would never let you waste your years in this remote place."

"Don't worry, Zhongqing. Although I am old, I have the responsibility to defend this land. As long as I am here, the northern part of Hengzhou will be as solid as a rock, and no one can cross the line!"

Lian Po nodded, laughed, and patted Wei Qing on the shoulder.

Although there was a huge age gap between the two men, during the time they had worked together, Lian Po had already begun to regard Wei Qing as his close friend, and he also admired Wei Qing's brilliant strategies and military tactics.

He had always known that Wei Qing and Huo Qubing were destined not to stay in the northern part of Hengzhou for long. During this period of time, whether it was Wei Qing's step-by-step encroachment and his strategy of overwhelming the enemy with force, or Huo Qubing's unpredictable and superb cavalry tactics, both left a deep impression on the veteran Lian Po.

Therefore, he knew that his lord would definitely mobilize them soon, and these two "Iron Walls of Hengzhou" did not belong here!

"With the old general here, Zhongqing will feel relieved."

"Okay, we are heading south now. General, you should take care of your health. When we return triumphantly, we will have a drink together to celebrate our victory!"

Wei Qing smiled and bowed to Lian Po on his horse.

After saying this, Wei Qing turned his horse around and led his 30,000 Yulin troops on a journey southward.

At the same time, in the vast southern land of Hengzhou, where it meets the border of Wuzhou, a cavalry unit wearing silver-white armor and riding pure white horses is cruising rapidly, like a bright spot in the morning light. They are the light cavalry led by Zhao Yun - the White Horse Volunteers!
The morning light was just breaking, and Zhao Yun, dressed in silver armor, was shining coldly in the morning light. He was holding a spear, standing at the head of his horse, his eyes as sharp as torches, looking into the distance.

Beside him, many white horse followers were lined up waiting. Every white-haired warhorse under his crotch looked extremely majestic, with muscle lines appearing particularly clear in the morning light. The knights on horseback had resolute expressions.

"Brothers, the Lord's order has arrived. Something has happened in Qianzhou. We must go there immediately to join General Wei Qing and join forces!"

"When our lord summons us, we, the White Horse Volunteers, will march forward courageously. No matter what lies ahead, we will protect our lord's great cause!"

Zhao Yun's voice was deep and powerful, penetrating the morning mist and reaching the ears of every White Horse Volunteer.

Upon hearing this, the White Horse Volunteers responded in unison. Their voices were like thunder, shaking the birds in the forest and making them fly away.

Afterwards, many white horse volunteers moved upon hearing the order, without any delay, quickly packed their luggage, and with the sound of horse hooves like thunder, raising clouds of dust, they galloped towards the direction of Tianheng Prefecture.

They can all produce incredible combat effects.

At the same time, in a valley not far from Tianheng Mansion, the camp of the Xuanwu Guards was also a busy scene. As Su Ye's personal guards, the Xuanwu Guards were all wearing heavy armor, which was engraved with complicated totems and looked extremely heavy.

For the many troops under Su Ye's command, the Xuanwu Guards are not only Su Ye's guardians, but also an iron wall on the battlefield. No matter what kind of powerful enemy they face, they can be as solid as a rock and stand firm.

At this moment in the camp, many Xuanwu Guards were busy preparing their equipment, and their heavy armor was flashing a cold light in the sun.

"Everyone listen up, the lord has ordered us to gather at Tianheng Mansion immediately and prepare for battle!"

The deputy commander of the Xuanwu Guards, a burly and resolute-looking general, shouted loudly.

After the order was given, the Xuanwu Guards acted quickly and lined up in an orderly manner. The heavy armor collided with each other, making a dull sound, like the beating of war drums.

Afterwards, the team marched out of the valley in a mighty manner and rushed quickly towards the direction of Tianheng Prefecture.

At the same time, with the large-scale mobilization of countless troops in Hengzhou.

At this time, Qianyuan City, located in the center of Qianyuan County in the south of Qianzhou, was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

On the dilapidated and mottled city walls, flags fluttered, but they could not hide the fatigue and anxiety in the hearts of the defenders.

Time is like a millstone, slowly but firmly grinding through every minute and every second. For Nangong Tianxia and his Lei Ze Dragon Riders who are trapped here, this month seems as long as a year.

During this month, every day is a battle between life and death, and every moment is a test of will and perseverance.

At first, Nangong Tianxia was still able to rely on the residual power of the Burning Life Skill and the indestructible impact force of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders to repel the fierce attacks of the Yellow Turban Army several times.

However, as time went on, the backlash of the Burning Life Skill became more and more serious. His physical strength and internal energy were constantly being consumed. The blood-red light in the originally dazzling blue-black energy had long since dimmed, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

Moreover, the supplies in Qianyuan City have been gradually running out as they are consumed day by day.

The food stored in the granary was becoming less and less every day. The arrows that once piled up like a mountain were reduced to only a few bundles. Even the indestructible city walls showed mottled scars after being bombarded by countless siege engines.

Nangong Tianxia's originally heroic face looked even more haggard due to the battles and hard work in recent days, and the bloodshot in his eyes were as dense as spider webs.

The Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry, a heavy cavalry that was once feared by all, now looked exhausted. Their originally bright and beautiful armor was covered with traces of fighting and was worn out after countless battles.

Even the carefully bred dragon-scale horses looked thin and weak due to long periods of fighting and lack of sufficient fodder.

Although Nangong Tianxia constantly set an example by personally patrolling the city every day to boost morale, as the days went by, with no reinforcements from outside and no food from inside, Qianyuan City gradually fell into an unprecedented predicament.

Although the Yellow Turban Army outside the city did not launch a general attack, the airtight siege was more deadly than any fierce attack.

The occasional battle reports were all bad news: the reinforcements from all sides of the Daqian Dynasty were successively killed by the Yellow Turban Army led by Meng Zhang and Li Cunxiao on their way to Qianyuan City, or fell into ambushes, suffering heavy losses.

Those troops that once set out with great hope have now become another glorious achievement in the Yellow Turban Army's record of military achievements.

(End of this chapter)