RBCT Chapter 76: Choose 1 of 2
Chapter 76: Choose 1 of 2
A sudden drop in temperature, a giant face in the sky, a seven-colored sword that shoots down the giant face, and an artificial sun hanging in the sky.
The bizarre events of that night became a hot topic of conversation among the people of the capital, and the discussion could go on for a month straight.
The amount of incense offerings at both Buddhist and Taoist temples in one day is equivalent to what it used to be in a month.
Some smaller sects also claim that these celestial phenomena were caused by their gods.
Even the topic of the fall of Xungu Pass is rarely mentioned anymore.
A crisis that's far away is nothing compared to a miracle that's right next to you.
But for those at Xun Valley Pass, the Yuan army right before their eyes was a force to be reckoned with.
Ye Yun, the eldest son of Marshal Ye Pengju, was observing the movements of the Yuan army from the mountaintop as always.
He stood tall and straight, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, taking in the entire scene within the fortress.
"The Yuan army remains concentrated within the city, showing no signs of leaving the pass, and there are even very few conflicts with the people."
"How can barbarians be so well-behaved?"
Ye Yun found it hard to understand.
For a long time, the Yuan people have been known in the Central Plains as a synonym for rudeness and brutality.
Temporary restraint only indicates that they have bigger intentions.
While pondering, Ye Yun turned and went down the mountain, returning to the Ye family army's encampment.
The soldiers on the road all looked exhausted, but they forced themselves to carry out their patrol duties.
Ye Yun's weapons were two hammers, each weighing over a hundred pounds.
He carried those two heavy weapons up and down the mountain without a drop of sweat on his forehead.
He greeted the soldiers who came and went.
"ah!"
As soon as we returned to the camp, sharp bird calls filled the sky.
Ye Yun's face lit up with joy. "My little sister has returned with a letter. I wonder how Father is doing?"
He raised his arm, and a nimble falcon flapped its wings and swooped down, landing steadily on his sturdy arm armor.
Ye Yun took the letter out of the bamboo tube, and the smile on his face vanished the moment he saw the contents of the letter.
"Young Master?"
The soldiers around him noticed his sudden change in aura, and the commanders in other tents also began to approach.
Ye Yun's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his hair and body hair stood on end, like sharp thorns that pushed the crown off his head.
His muscles were all solidified into lumps, his veins bulged like coiled dragons, his teeth were clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, and his expression was ferocious like a demon.
"Commander Ye?"
Ye Yun struggled to calm his facial expression, gradually returning to his normal demeanor. However, when he handed the letter to the other commanders, the knuckles of his hand were white, and the veins on his hand were still throbbing.
"Anger made his hair stand on end as he leaned against the railing."
He took three steps to the front of the main tent, raised the hammer in his right hand, and said, "Now I truly understand the feelings my father had when he sang this song."
All the commanders and generals who read the letter showed a similar expression to his.
They fought tooth and nail on the front lines, and yet Xungu Pass fell into the hands of the Yuan Kingdom for this ridiculous reason?
In the pursuit of the emperor's immortality, checkpoints fell, countless soldiers died, and the people of the land were plunged into peril.
One of the generals, unable to contain his anger, shouted, "Young Marshal!"
Ye Yun brought down the golden hammer in his hand.
With a loud bang, the entire main tent collapsed, the canvas was torn, and dust flew everywhere.
"Issue my order: the entire army shall return to the capital in triumph!"
Although Ye Yun was Ye Pengju's son, his position in the Ye family army was actually only that of a centurion. When Ye Pengju was alive, he could only serve as a vanguard.
However, at this moment, none of the commanders raised this point.
just.
"We are the only ones left resisting the Yuan army outside Xun Valley Pass."
"If we retreat, the Yuan army will have no more obstacles and will be able to advance straight into the Guanzhong Plain, where there are no natural barriers to defend."
One general was deeply worried about the potential consequences of this approach.
Ye Yun's answer was yes.
"My father always said that I could only be a vanguard, not a commander."
"He is right."
Ye Yun turned to look southeast, as if he could see across thousands of miles to the majestic Forbidden City.
I no longer care to distinguish right from wrong.
"But now, there might still be a chance to rescue my father."
"Even if my father scolds and berates me afterward, I will have no regrets."
A raging fire engulfed the Ye family army's camp outside Xungu Pass, reducing it to ashes.
The horses, fully equipped and ready to go, with banners fluttering in the wind, galloped towards the capital.
As for Yuanjun, he did nothing and thus no longer had to face the last obstacle before entering the pass.
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In ancient times, news traveled slowly, and it would take some time for the news of Ye Family Army abandoning the pass and entering the capital to reach the city.
Shangguan Hong and the Divine Constable Sect each brought an answer.
Auspicious days are all ten days from now.
However, their answers regarding the location were completely opposite.
The location discovered by the Divine Arrest Bureau was a hundred miles northeast of the capital, below the cliffs where dragons and tigers fought.
The letter sent by Mingyuan through a messenger described the confluence of two great rivers, fifty li to the southwest.
"The cliffs there are of different heights and widths, resembling a dragon and tiger locked in combat."
"As for Jiangxi, it's a case of two dragons vying for a pearl. If we don't need the tiger's face, why imprison Marshal Ye?"
Compared to the clear explanations from the Divine Arresting Gate, the letter sent by the old Taoist Mingyuan only had an address and no explanation.
In comparison, the clues from the Divine Arrest Bureau are clearly more trustworthy.
Their intelligence came from a cultivator who had been expelled from the Dao Xuan Sect. Although he was expelled for his greed, he had received orthodox Daoist training. Compared to Mingyuan, who came from Yemaoshan, the claim of being from the orthodox Dao Xuan Sect was naturally more convincing.
The cold-blooded detectives firmly believed this.
Ouyang Xue and the others awaited Sheng Wansong's decision.
Sheng Wansong also felt that Leng Xue's words made sense.
But the secret about Master Mingyuan made him decide to consider both sides.
"This is a matter of great importance. While there is still time, let's go and investigate."
They first went to the confluence of the nearby major rivers, where there was nothing but the surging river water.
The waves surged and the current was swift; if a person were to fall in carelessly, they would be swept away by the torrent in an instant.
There was no isolated island, no buildings, and even when Katsuman-matsu dived underwater to check, he found nothing unusual.
The group then headed to the northern cliffs, but they couldn't even get close to the foot of the cliff.
Soldiers, whose identities were not visible, were already patrolling the area outside the cliff, setting up a cordon.
No one is allowed to approach.
Each of these people is a master with internal strength.
"It seems the answer lies here."
Leng Xue drove his wheelchair up a small hill and looked down at the busy crowd in front of him.
They transported supplies into the mountains one by one, including a huge, round object covered with a black cloth.
If I'm not mistaken, that's the outline of an alchemy furnace.
Sheng Wansong stroked his chin. "How about we strike first?"
"The Divine Marquis may not be here; we'll take action on that day."
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye, and the night was deep that day.
Two prison vans gradually approached the cliff through the only passage. The vans were also covered with black cloth, so the faces of the prisoners could not be seen.
"Rush!"
The cold-blooded man drove the wheelchair incredibly fast, pushing his internal energy to its limit while simultaneously propelling the wheelchair with both hands, creating a trail of sparks and lightning.
at the same time.
Thick fog rolled in from both banks of the river, and a huge wooden boat quietly hid in the mist, slowly moving towards the center of the river with the current.