Chapter 39 Ten days later, under the city of falling stars
Ordinary Yunqin people will not think too far, nor will they think that Qianxia Border Pass has been completely lost, and that the Yunqin army is retreating in a planned way, abandoning half of Nanling Province, nor will they think about the army that is still there.
If the grain and grass and a large amount of Yunqin's powerful weapons brought by the Damang army, which was annihilated by Hu Piyi's army in the dark night, really fell into the hands of Wen Ren Cangyue, what would be the consequences?
Most of the simple people of Yunqin had extremely simple ideas. The more than 30,000 Damang naval forces that were annihilated were the Damang army that defeated the Falling Star Tomb.
This army made countless Yunqin people cry and feel inexplicable grief and anger.
However, the army that had sneak-attacked Falling Star Mausoleum was unable to run back. As soon as it landed on the south bank of Falling Star Lake, it was annihilated by Yun Qin's army, and Yun Qin only suffered less than two thousand casualties.
When they first heard the news, many people in Yunqin even thought it was a lie. They thought it was fake news released by the court to quell public anger. However, more and more details came through various channels. All Yunqin people thought it was false.
Only then did the people know that this was what really happened.
The streets and alleys of Yunqin began to stir, and the people of Yunqin began to rejoice and get excited.
Lin Xi, Mr. Xiao Lin, this long-forgotten title once again appeared in the mouths of the people of Yunqin in the streets and alleys, but this time it was not just in Donggang, Yanlai and several towns along the Xizi River, but in the entire Yunqin.
Qin.
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"Shopkeeper, your business is so unethical!"
In a cloth shop, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes with thick eyebrows glared at the shopkeeper and said angrily: "I just saw you selling the man in front of you three taels of silver, and you want the same roll of silk and satin, exactly the same, for six taels?
!You are too dark..."
"Shut up, shut up!"
The shopkeeper with a rich look on his face immediately took two steps forward in a hurry, trying to cover up the man's words. At the same time, he whispered urgently: "That was Mr. Xiaolin's father just now..."
"What? Mr. Xiao Lin! The Mr. Xiao Lin you are talking about is the one who shot and killed the general of Damang South Road..." The middle-aged man in brocade uniforms was suddenly shocked and couldn't help but look out.
"Exactly! My friend, I think you are a foreigner and don't know anything. Mr. Xiaolin is from Lulin Town, Donglin Province. Later, after Yanlai took office in Donggang, his family moved to Yanlai.
The man just now is Mr. Xiao Lin's father! He is familiar with our neighbors, and we are all familiar with his temper. We know that he will not take advantage of us just because we respect Mr. Xiao Lin. But even if Mr. Xiao Lin is not here
We have made such a great contribution on the southern battlefield. Just for what we did for us in Donggang and Yan Lai, how can we have the nerve to accept money from Xiao Lin's family?" The shopkeeper with a rich look nodded and said with emotion: "If we don't take any money, Xiao Lin
Naturally, your father refuses to take it, so we neighbors all tacitly agree that the price is usually only half, half sold and half given away, which represents our love and gratitude to Mr. Xiaolin."
"He is Mr. Xiao Lin's father! I am actually lucky enough to meet Mr. Xiao Lin's father!"
For a moment, the middle-aged man in robes slapped himself in the face, "Look at me... I'm actually competing with Mr. Xiao Lin's father for the same price."
"Those who don't know are not guilty. Seeing that our friends like us, Mr. Xiao Lin, so much, I will sell your cloth half and half give it away for only three taels of silver!"
"How embarrassing, Liuliang! If you don't accept it, you will not only look down on me, but also humiliate me!"
"……."
In the cloth shop, the person who bought the cloth had to pay more, but the person who sold the cloth refused. In the middle of the dispute, the ordinary middle-aged fat man who had bought some cloth before walked on the street and greeted everyone.
The neighbors responded politely. When he heard the occasional words about Lin Xi, this ordinary middle-aged fat man would still be very proud, saying in his heart: "This is my son..."
The empire, shrouded in the gloom of successive defeats and even its own territory being invaded by the opposing army, needs a hero who can comfort people's souls.
If Lin Xi had only assassinated those dozen Damang generals, he might not have become such a hero, but as a chosen one of Qingluan Academy and connected to the Falling Star Tomb, he completed such a battle of revenge.
In this early summer of the Yunqin Empire, from the military information conveyed by Gu Yunjing's military seal, he was destined to become a hero in the hearts of the people of Yunqin.
Some of the exciting things he had done in the past were increasingly discovered, and his legend and prestige in the minds of the people of Yunqin instantly rose to an extremely terrifying level. The vast majority of the people of Yunqin
, all looking forward to hearing news from him on the battlefield every day.
The people of Yunqin need psychological comfort, and the Yunqin army on the battlefield needs morale and victory even more.
This great victory, which took place on a tidal flat on the south bank of Falling Star Lake, quickly spread throughout the entire army. In the army, the details of any war were naturally kept true to their true appearance. The man wearing a priest's robe but carrying a
The young practitioner with a giant bow immediately won the respect and admiration of more soldiers.
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The walls of the Falling Star Tomb, the Dingding site of the Yunqin Empire, have all been repaired, but there was no time to deal with the scorch after the fire.
Before being attacked and burned by the Damang naval army, the walls of the Falling Star Mausoleum were all dark red, a color that was dyed after being soaked in the blood of the 300,000 soldiers of the Nanmo Kingdom for several days.
The north gate of Falling Star Lake is only more than ten miles away from Falling Star Lake. Before that, this area was just a racecourse for the military.
Because after the founding of the country, I never thought that Qianxia Border Pass would be lost, let alone that the Damang army could pass through half of Nanling Province and then cross Falling Star Lake, so the entire north bank of Falling Star Lake, including the area between Falling Star Mausoleum and Falling Star Lake,
In this area, the Yunqin army had not done any defense before. The Damang army that sneaked into Falling Star Tomb that day quickly landed here in a majestic manner, and then attacked the city across the board with an absolute advantage of more than six times, and quickly broke through.
The fall of the Star Mausoleum brought shame and humiliation to the entire Yunqin Empire.
At this moment, although the Da Mang army had been annihilated, it was naturally impossible for the Yunqin army not to be prepared for the Da Mang army to cross over again.
Therefore, on the entire north bank of Falling Star Lake, the Yunqin army has deployed a large number of defenses. At this moment, in the area from Falling Star City to Falling Star Lake, many deep trenches have been dug, and many steel nets and sharpened wooden stakes have been arranged.
Such as the defense line to prevent heavy armor and cavalry from raiding.
In the water of Falling Star Lake, many hidden piles have been driven, many water-driven vehicles have been installed, and many water nets have been pulled, making it difficult for boats and rafts to pass.
However, in such waters, when the sun was very strong at noon, and many Yunqin sergeants were still consolidating the defense line and assisting craftsmen in installing some crossbows and large catapults on the walls of Falling Star Mausoleum, the milky white belt of Falling Star Lake
On the beautiful blue water, a floating bamboo as big as the mouth of a bowl floated very quickly.
There is a person standing on the floating bamboo the size of a bowl.
Standing was a man wearing dark red tight-fitting leather armor and carrying a huge dark red bow.
This is a practitioner who came from across the lake just relying on a floating bamboo that could bear his weight.
Just the moment they saw this cultivator, all the Yunqin soldiers in Falling Star Mausoleum quickly became alert.
Because based on this person's clothes and appearance, it was immediately possible to determine that this person was Xu Qiubai, the first archer under Wen Ren Cang Yue's throne, a treasonous archer who had already assassinated no less than twenty Yun Qin generals.
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Without making any unnecessary movements or even saying any words, the former first archer of Biluoling raised the crimson giant bow in his hand far away from the threatening distance of all Yunqin weapons.
He picked up a crimson arrow, then opened his bow and shot.
A ray of crimson rainbow light was exhausted when it hit the shore, fell, and was nailed diagonally to a dwarf willow tree.
Then Xu Qiubai turned around, and Fu Zhu carried him, drawing a long water line on the water, and quickly disappeared from the angry sight of all Yun Qin soldiers.
Dozens of Yunqin soldiers rushed to the willow tree immediately. At the end of the crimson arrow, they found a leather scroll tied tightly with thin threads.
General Yun Qin who pulled out the arrow carefully and quickly dismantled the leather scroll. After just reading the contents on it, his expression changed and his eyes flashed violently.
"Lin Xi, ten days from now, we will have a life-or-death showdown at Xingxingling City! Xu Qiubai."
There is only one line of writing on this leather scroll.
But such a line of words is enough in the Yunqin Empire, which values martial arts.
This is a letter of challenge, a letter of challenge requesting a duel!
Not long after Lin Xi became a hero in the eyes of the people of Yunqin, Xu Qiubai used the simplest, but probably also extremely effective method, to directly challenge Lin Xi for a duel!
And the location of this duel is right under the city of Falling Star Tomb!
In this place of glory and shame in Yunqin!
Many Yunqin people may not know that Lin Xi's cultivation level is not just one level different from Xu Qiubai's, but all Yunqin military officials, as well as most people in the court, know very well that Lin Xi's cultivation level is as good as Xu Qiubai's.
Compared with Xu Qiubai, there is still a huge distance.
With a cultivation level like Xu Qiubai's to challenge Lin Xi, whose cultivation level is far inferior to him, it is naturally a bit shameless in the eyes of practitioners.
But now it's a war... If Lin Xi doesn't fight and doesn't dare to accept his duel, then the morale that the Yunqin soldiers have just recovered, as well as the confidence and joy of the Yunqin people, may suffer another heavy blow.
Da Mang definitely has a way to spread the news of this challenge to all parts of Yunqin, which cannot be covered up by the military.
But if Lin Xi goes to fight and is killed directly by Xu Qiubai, then what?
This is simply a dead end with no solution.
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"what to do?"
At the top of a city with the setting sun, a general wearing a dark red metal mask who received the message from the Falling Star Mausoleum asked Gu Yunjing beside him in a very solemn tone.
Gu Yunjing glanced at him and shook her head calmly, "In my opinion, we can only expect him to bring us miracles."
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