Chapter 882 Li Cunxiao is still brooding over
Just as Nangong Tianxia was thinking, a rapid sound of war drums broke the silence.

Everyone came to the city wall and looked down, only to see that the Yellow Turban Army had launched another fierce attack.

Although the Lei Ze Dragon Riders were exhausted, they still forced themselves to hold up the heavy dragon spears in their hands. The defenders on the city wall also drew their bows and shot arrows, which rained down on the Yellow Turban Army. For a moment, the shouts and cries of killing on the battlefield shook the earth again.

Nangong Tianxia silently clenched the Sky-Splitting Divine Spear in his hand. This battle might be the last battle of his life, but he had no regrets, because he knew that he was fighting for the entire Daqian Dynasty. Even if he died, he would have no regrets!
The battle lasted for a whole day, and at dusk, the Yellow Turban Army finally retreated temporarily.

Countless corpses and blood were left on the battlefield, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Nangong Tianxia stood on the city wall, looking at the devastated battlefield, his heart filled with grief. He and his soldiers had paid too much to protect this city.

The setting sun in the distance was as red as blood, shining on the vast battlefield, giving this land baptized by war a layer of tragic color.

At this time, in the Yellow Turban camp not far from Qianyuan City, Li Cunxiao led his 3,000 elite Flying Tiger Cavalry like an unstoppable iron stream, escorting a group of prisoners, and slowly drove into the Yellow Turban Army's camp of hundreds of thousands of troops.

After this period of continuous baptism of war, these 3,000 Flying Tiger Cavalry are now the best in the Yellow Turban Army. Each of them is battle-hardened and unmatched in bravery.

He was wearing black iron armor with ferocious tiger patterns carved on it, which shone with a cold light under the sun. His warhorse neighed and its hooves sounded like thunder.

These war horses are all fine horses carefully selected from the millions of Yellow Turban Army. They have shiny coats, bulging muscles, and every time their hooves land, they can stir up a cloud of dust.

The many Flying Tiger Cavalry formations were in neat and uniform formation, emitting a murderous aura as they marched, which was intimidating.

Even when escorting prisoners, there was no slackness in the slightest. The strict discipline made countless passing Yellow Turban Army soldiers secretly envious.

Li Cunxiao, the leader, rode on a warhorse with an upright posture, holding the King Yu's Spear across the horse. This huge bronze spear glowed coldly in the sun, as if it could turn into a thunderbolt at any time and destroy everything that stood in its way.

After entering the camp, Li Cunxiao did not stop, but rushed straight to the general's tent in the center.

Outside the general's tent, flags were flying and the guards were tight. When they saw Li Cunxiao returning, the guards saluted him with awe in their eyes.

Li Cunxiao dismounted, handed the King Yu's Spear to the guard beside him, and strode into the general's tent.

Inside the tent, the lights were bright. Meng Zhang was sitting at the desk, holding a roll of war reports in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was in deep thought.

When he saw Li Cunxiao coming in, a smile appeared on his face and he raised his hand to motion Li Cunxiao to sit down.

"Cunxiao, this time we went into battle and defeated another reinforcement from Daqian. It is a great honor for our Yellow Turban Army to have a brave general like you."

Meng Zhang spoke in a gentle voice, his eyes full of joy.

"You are too kind, Commander-in-Chief. Cunxiao is just doing his duty."

"But Nangong Tianxia is still hiding in Qianyuan City. When can we launch a general attack? Cunxiao must take his head personally!"

After spending some time with Meng Zhang, Li Cunxiao was no longer polite to Meng Zhang. He immediately sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and said with a smile.

"Cunxiao, I know you are brave, but on the battlefield, bravery alone cannot solve everything."

"Although Nangong Tianxia is trapped in an isolated city, his will is firm, and the Lei Ze Dragon Riders under his command are not ordinary people. They are far from reaching their limit. If we forcefully attack the city now, our army will suffer heavy losses."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhang gently put down the battle report in his hand, looked at Li Cunxiao with deep eyes, and smiled.

"What the commander-in-chief said is absolutely true, but Cunxiao is still holding a grudge in his heart. It will be difficult to calm down the anger in his heart unless he kills that bastard Nangong Tianxia with his own hands." Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao frowned slightly and pounded the table next to him indignantly.

Obviously, he still feels a little resentful about the time when he rushed up to the city wall but was chased down by Nangong Tianxia who suddenly had a burst of energy.

"How could I not know your character, Cunxiao? But you have to understand that war is no joke, you need to plan carefully before you act. Although Nangong Tianxia is brave, Qianyuan City is like an isolated boat, the food and grass are running out, and there is no hope for reinforcements."

"My intention is to wait for its internal structure to collapse on its own, and then strike again, which will achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Seeing this, Meng Zhang laughed and said.

"I understand the commander-in-chief's intention, but the days of waiting are really hard to endure."

Li Cunxiao heard this and said thoughtfully.

"The supplies in Qianyuan City are running out, the morale of the defenders is low, and Nangong Tianxia is also at the end of its rope."

"We only need to besiege them for a while longer, until their food and supplies are exhausted and their reinforcements are cut off. Then we can launch a general attack and easily break the city in one fell swoop!"

Meng Zhang glanced at Li Cunxiao, who was still a little impatient, and comforted him softly.

"The commander-in-chief's words make sense. Then Cunxiao will listen to him. When the general attack comes, he will lead the troops and make immortal contributions to the lord!"

After hearing this, Li Cunxiao took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay! With Cunxiao's words, I feel much more relieved. You can go back and rest and prepare for the next battle."

"Nangong Tianxia can't escape. I promise you, Cunxiao, that in the near future, Nangong Tianxia's head will become another glorious achievement in your military exploits book!"

Seeing this, Meng Zhang patted Li Cunxiao on the shoulder and said with a smile

Li Cunxiao bowed and said goodbye, his heart full of fighting spirit. He walked out of the tent, looked at the bright stars in the night sky, and a feeling of heroism surged in his heart.

Nangong Tianxia’s life will be taken by me, Li Cunxiao!

In this chaotic world, only the strong are qualified to survive. Nangong Tianxia, ​​a famous general of Daqian who only has a chance to compete with Li Cunxiao by relying on his Life-burning Skill, has been able to firmly occupy the second place on the World Ranking for so long.

From this perspective, wouldn't it be possible for Li Cunxiao to get the number one spot on the world's most powerful list for fun?
Thinking of the scene when his lord would see him ranked first on the World's Most Powerful List, a hint of excitement flashed in Li Cunxiao's eyes.

He, Li Cunxiao, is determined to become the strongest man in the world and let the entire Tianwu Continent know the reputation of our Tielong Mountain!

Just when Li Cunxiao was about to lead his Flying Tiger Cavalry back to the camp for rest, he suddenly saw several figures riding horses towards him in front of him. Under the light, the figures of several Yellow Turban generals such as Zhang Hao, Liang Fang, and Liang Lin were revealed.

"Brother Cunxiao, you are in a good mood. You are still appreciating the moon so late at night?"

Zhang Hao's voice arrived before he did. His resonant voice echoed in the night sky with a bit of boldness.

He was riding on a horse, his figure was as burly as a moving hill, and the iron spear in his hand shone with a cold luster in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)