Chapter 946 Dark clouds threaten to destroy the city

As night fell, the camp was brightly lit, illuminating the entire wilderness. There were spears like a forest in the camp, the spear tips flashing cold light, sparkling under the lights, and the cold light revealed a heart-pounding murderous aura.

Meng Zhang stood on a high point in the camp, looking at the dimly lit Qiandu in the distance, with a complex emotion welling up in his heart. This decisive battle was not only about the survival of the Yellow Turban Army, but also about the beginning of a new era.

The Yellow Turban Army has come a long way from their initial uprising to their current siege of the city. They have experienced countless hardships and dangers, and paid with countless blood and lives. Now, they are only one step away from their goal.

"General Meng Zhang, when are we going to attack the city?"

A Yellow Turban general walked up to Meng Zhang and asked respectfully.

"No hurry, let the soldiers rest for a night and attack the city tomorrow."

"Let the great men in this city see that the Yellow Turban Army is no longer a mob that they can bully at will, but a mighty army that can overthrow the Daqian Dynasty."

Hearing this, Meng Zhang slightly tilted his head, glanced at the general, and said in a deep voice.

As Meng Zhang finished his words, the Taiping Guards within the Yellow Turban Army began to work together with Luo Wang to cut off Qiandu's connection with the outside world, preventing the defenders in the city from obtaining any supplies and support.

At this time in Qiandu City, the strong smell of blood and burnt smell intertwined together, permeating the air and lingering for a long time.

This ancient imperial city seemed exceptionally quiet after experiencing a brutal war. Only the occasional chirping of birds at night broke the extremely depressing silence.

Si Cangqiong stood on the ruins of Qiantian Palace, his figure tall and straight, but he could not hide the fatigue and worry in his eyes.

At this moment, he is no longer the aloof and detached celestial being, but the last pillar of the Daqian Dynasty. In the name of the ancestor, he temporarily steps forward to preside over this precarious situation.

Jing Yaoyan, the head of the Xuan Jing Division, who was always known for his calmness, looked worried at this moment. He stood to the left of Si Cangqiong with a frown, and his eyes occasionally swept towards the outside of the city, where hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops were approaching like a tide!
"Ancestor, there are hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban soldiers outside the city, and they are very powerful. Although we want to defend the city, but..."

There was a hint of helplessness in Jing Yaoyan's words, and his eyes involuntarily looked towards the brightly lit camp in the distance, with a heavy heart.

"I know that the Great Qian Dynasty is now in turmoil, with powerful enemies outside and treacherous people inside. But as long as we are still alive, we will never let these Yellow Turban bandits set foot in Qiandu!"

Si Cangqiong was silent for a moment, his eyes penetrating the night, and he sighed softly.

"The ancestor is right. Our Daqian Dynasty has been established for hundreds of years and has gone through many hardships. How could it fall so easily?"

"Even if we have to fight to the last man, we will bite off a piece of flesh from these Yellow Turban bandits!"

Si Ruokong on the side clenched his fists, his face full of anger.

"At this point, we can only do our best. Although the Qianlong Left and Right Guards have suffered heavy losses, they are still our elite troops."

"Send the order, have them quickly repair and climb up the city wall to prepare to defend the city."

Si Cangqiong waved his hand, interrupted Si Rukong, and gave instructions to the two people below.

Si Ruokong nodded, then turned and left, his steps seeming a little heavy. If they lost this tough battle, the Daqian Dynasty would never have another chance!
There are not many troops that can be mobilized in Qiandu now. The counterattack of the left and right guards of Qianfu not only directly dealt a heavy blow to the left and right guards of Qianlong, but also indirectly reduced the military strength of Qiandu by more than half.

Although there are still the Qiankun Guards in Qiandu now, a group of Taoist soldiers who have just escaped from the entanglement of the Xuanming Iron Guards and retreated into Qiandu before the Yellow Turban Army arrived at the city.

However, unless it is absolutely necessary and they are at the end of their rope, Si Cangqiong and others would naturally not let the Qiankun Guards, who are Taoist soldiers, to guard the city.

"Ancestor, Master Si, Master Xu Zhongyuan wants to see you!"

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence, and a guard hurried over, knelt on one knee and reported.

"Please come in!" Si Cangqiong heard the words, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said.

Soon, Xu Zhongyuan's figure appeared in everyone's sight.

His clothes were a little messy, but his steps were still steady as he walked forward step by step. The appearance of Xu Zhongyuan, who was once known as the think tank of the dynasty, undoubtedly brought a little comfort to everyone.

As a prominent figure in the previous Daqian court, when the evil cult and various schools of thought attacked, they naturally would not forget Xu Zhongyuan.

When the various evil sects and schools of thought attacked, Xu Zhongyuan was blocked by some people from the schools of thought before he even left his home, so he did not arrive in time.

Now, as the various schools of thought gradually withdrew from Qiandu, Xu Zhongyuan, who had been blocked for so long, naturally hurried over.

"Two ancestors, Lord Jing."

"Alas, the dynasty is in great trouble. I am a step late and have failed to lend a helping hand to Your Majesty. This is truly a sin."

Xu Zhongyuan bowed, his voice breathless, then looked around, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

"Lord Xu, there is no need to blame yourself. This is not the fault of one person. Now that His Majesty has passed away and the dynasty is in turmoil, we need to work together to overcome the difficulties."

Si Cangqiong shook his head and sighed deeply.

"Now that Lord Xu is here, tell me what you think."

Then he looked at Xu Zhongyuan, who was still panting, and asked with all his strength.

Xu Zhongyuan took a deep breath and looked around. The ruined scene of Qiantian Palace came into his sight, and a feeling of sadness welled up in his heart.

"Ancestor, we should quickly gather the left and right guards of Wu Xiong and the left and right guards of Chong Yan who are still in Qianzhou."

"These two armies are the only field armies among the Twelve Guards of Xuanlong that are capable of fighting the enemy head-on. They are stationed at strategic checkpoints around the imperial court and are responsible for protecting the entire imperial city. Now is the time for them to play their role."

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Master Xu is right. If these two armies can return, it will definitely greatly enhance our strength."

Jing Yaoyan nodded, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, but then his brows slightly frowned again.

"However, they are scattered around Qianzhou, and it may take some time to mobilize them."

"And now the city of Qiandu is surrounded by hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops. If they come alone, I'm afraid..."

His words came to an abrupt end, but everyone understood what he had left unfinished.

Although Wuxiong's left and right guards, as well as Chongyan's left and right guards, are the elite troops of the Daqian Dynasty, their numerical disadvantage is particularly prominent in front of the Yellow Turban Army that is all over the mountains.

Meng Zhang, who was known as the "General of Dragon and Sovereign", was an excellent military commander with various tactics. If these two armies were to advance alone in the wild, they would probably be wiped out by Meng Zhang's encirclement before they even reached the gate of Qiandu.

"Yes, Meng Zhang is definitely not an ordinary person. The Yellow Turban Army in Luzhou under his command has strict discipline and amazing combat power."

"If Takeo and Chongyan had marched alone, they would have been killed by the Yellow Turban Army before they even reached Qiandu."

Si Ruokong's clenched fists trembled slightly and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)