lovenovelstory Chapter 20 Ye Yuhang fights alone against the Tibetan army
Chapter 20 Ye Yuhang fights alone against the Tibetan army
"Your Majesty...your safety is of utmost importance."
"Even if it costs me my life, I, Old Cheng, will protect you and get you out of here."
Cheng Yaojin stepped forward and stood in front of Li Shimin.
"Let's retreat to a safe place first, and then we'll call in border troops from the nearby area later."
"These scum will pay for their blood debts!"
"What will be left here once the reinforcements return?"
Li Shimin suddenly turned around, staring at Cheng Yaojin with bloodshot eyes.
His voice was deep.
"That's a dead city! A ghost town!"
Li Shimin slammed his fist hard into the mottled bricks of the city wall.
Blood seeped out instantly from the joints.
"Am I really powerless?"
"Should we just stand by and watch my people be slaughtered like this?"
Just as this atmosphere of despair was spreading, a tall figure slowly walked out of the city gate.
The man carried a black crossbow on his back and a bright silver spear diagonally in his right hand.
The gun blade reflected a chilling glint in the dim sunlight, exuding a murderous aura.
"It's him?"
Li Shimin recognized the figure at a glance, and his breath hitched.
He hadn't expected that at this moment,
The only one who stepped forward was this boy whom they regarded as an assassin.
What is he going to do outside the city?
Cheng Yaojin also exclaimed in surprise, craning his neck to look down from the city.
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Facing an army of thousands alone is, in any military strategy book, a suicidal act.
Fang Xuanling frowned, his face full of doubt.
"This brave warrior... does he intend to single-handedly stop those thousand elite soldiers?"
He shook his head.
Even if Li Guang were to be resurrected, he wouldn't dare to be so arrogant, would he?
Ye Yuhang stood in the center of the empty battlefield and took a deep breath.
The horrific scene of the massacre in Stone Town flashed rapidly through his mind.
He absolutely refused to allow the tragedy of that year to repeat itself in Qingyang City.
Even if it means death, he will stay at this city gate.
They built a Great Wall of flesh and blood.
His eyes became unusually calm, a sign that he was about to enter a killing frenzy.
Ye Yuhang stood before the city, gazing at the distant Tibetan army.
A resolute killing intent flashed in his eyes.
He slowly took down the heavy black crossbow from his back, his movements gentle and precise.
Every subtle movement exudes a battle-hardened rhythm.
What is he going to do?
How could such a distance possibly harm the Tibetans?
Fang Xuanling shook his head on the city wall.
In his view, even a heavy crossbow at this distance...
Its lethality will also be greatly reduced.
However, he did not notice the special features of Ye Yuhang's crossbow.
"No, look at the thickness of the bowstring!"
Li Shimin suddenly pressed down on Fang Xuanling's shoulder, his voice filled with horror.
"He's drawing a ten-stone bow!"
That's a powerful bow requiring 800 jin of strength, weighing ten shi!
The expressions on the faces of the people on the city wall changed drastically.
The ten-stone bow is a weapon that only exists in legends.
In the Tang army, a general who could draw a bow with a strength of three stones was already considered a fierce warrior.
This young man is actually going to draw a bow with a ten-stone length?
Ye Yuhang, standing below the city, suddenly took a step forward, his waist and stance becoming one.
He exerted force with both arms, and his muscles bulged instantly under his sleeves.
The incredibly strong bowstring, under everyone's watchful eyes,
It was gradually stretched into a full moon.
His expression remained relaxed and normal.
"This boy's arms must be at least 800 jin strong!"
Yuchi Gong exclaimed in a low voice, his eyes filled with admiration.
Someone who has spent his whole life using physical strength knows best the weight of this.
He began to realize that Ye Yuhang had indeed held back against them last night.
"Back then, Li Guang used a powerful bow with a ten-stone weight to shoot and kill a Xiongnu general, thus turning the tide of the battle."
Li Shimin muttered to himself, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Yuhang.
"He's trying to emulate the ancient sages, like Li Guang!"
His heart began to race, and a strange surge of excitement coursed through his body.
"shoot!"
A loud shout suddenly came from below the city.
The humming sound of the bowstring was like a dragon's roar, making everyone's eardrums ache slightly.
A black streak of light ripped through the sky; due to its incredible speed,
It emitted a piercing, explosive sound.
The four people on the city wall held their breath, their eyes fixed on the arrow.
The black streak of light stretched for a thousand meters and instantly disappeared into the Tibetan army formation.
Before the leading general in golden helmet could react, an arrow pierced his skull.
The immense inertia propelled his body backward, knocking over two guards behind him.
Chaos erupted immediately within the Tibetan army ranks; men and horses were terrified.
The once orderly queue suddenly developed a gap.
That silent killing power is more chilling than any roar.
"That's really true!"
Li Shimin's eyes gleamed, and he slammed his hand heavily on the battlement.
He was protecting the people.
He hoped to use this miracle to intimidate the enemy and drive them back with a single arrow!
Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong exchanged a glance, both with fine beads of sweat on their foreheads.
Only then did the two of them fully understand how humble the young man had been the night before.
"Excellent strength! Excellent archery!"
Cheng Yaojin shouted at the top of his lungs, his tone full of admiration.
"Killing a general with an arrow is certainly impressive, but the Tibetan military system is different from that of our Tang Dynasty."
Although Fang Xuanling was shocked, his composure as a strategist allowed him to quickly identify the hidden dangers.
"They admire force and will quickly elect a new leader."
They might not withdraw their troops simply because of one person's death.
He watched the Tibetan cavalry gradually regain their composure, his eyes still filled with worry.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a mournful horn sounded from the Tibetan army ranks.
That was the order to charge.
The sounds of warhorses neighing mingled together, and the earth began to tremble slightly.
The black tide surged once more, its target Ye Yuhang beneath the city gate.
"Oh no, they're about to launch a full-scale attack!"
The four people on the city wall felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Faced with such a massive charge, the bravery of any individual seems so insignificant.
Looking down at Ye Yuhang, he had not fled.
He calmly slung the heavy crossbow back behind him and gripped the silver spear tightly with both hands.
One man, one gun, standing between heaven and earth.
Faced with the surging tide of steel.
In the setting sun, that figure appeared both aloof and unshakeable.
"One man defending a city...this man is truly a national hero!"
Li Shimin gave a heartfelt exclamation, his tone filled with an unprecedented appreciation for talent.
That spirit of daring to face death for the sake of the people made even an emperor feel a little ashamed of himself.
Seeing this, Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong could no longer remain seated.
Their blood was boiling with passion.
"Your Majesty, we are willing to go to war."
Fight alongside this brave warrior!
Cheng Yaojin knelt on one knee, his voice booming like thunder.
"The men of the Tang Dynasty are all fighting desperately down there."
If we hide up here, we'll never be able to hold our heads up high again!
He looked at Li Shimin, his eyes filled with pleading and determination.
Yuchi Gong also knelt down silently, clasping his hands in a fist salute.
"Your subject requests permission to fight!"
These three simple words carry more weight than a thousand.
The two then turned to Fang Xuanling and solemnly gave him some instructions.
"Prime Minister Fang, we'll rush down in a bit."
You must ensure His Majesty's safe evacuation from the northern city.
"If we don't come back, please take good care of our wives and children at home."
These words were a final, desperate plea to be entrusted with his final affairs.