HCB Chapter 218 As long as the green hills remain
Chapter 218 As long as the green hills remain
Before he finished speaking, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.
Those black-armored guards were renowned for their might, having swept across the entire continent, leaving nothing but chaos and bloodshed wherever they went.
Now that we hear of his reappearance, how can we not be terrified?
At this moment, the soldier who delivered the message was so nervous that his tongue was almost tied in knots.
He took a deep breath and continued, "I saw from afar that the group of people were all dressed in black armor, their helmets gleaming and their armor gleaming, their imposing presence just like the legendary Black Armor Guards. Moreover, they moved swiftly, rushing towards us like ghosts, and they will probably arrive here soon."
After saying this, the soldier was covered in sweat, and his body trembled involuntarily.
After all, it had been many years since anyone had witnessed the Regent's Black Armor Guards. The fact that this terrifying force, which once struck fear into the hearts of the entire continent, had reappeared was truly chilling.
Immediately, the leaders, who were standing on tall horses, exchanged glances and fell into a deafening silence.
Sima Yu, in particular, tightened his grip on the reins, and just as he was about to speak, an urgent voice came from behind him.
A soldier, looking panicked, spurred his horse forward with all his might, closing in like the wind, shouting, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The Regent's Black-Armored Guards have arrived!"
Upon hearing the sudden alarm, the king, who had been sitting upright on his horse, was startled and asked in astonishment, "How many troops have come?"
Standing to the side, Commander An was also feeling uneasy, and even a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
According to the intelligence they had previously obtained, the Regent's Black Armor Guards numbered as many as 100,000 stationed in the capital, but the Black Armor Guards currently appearing here were roughly estimated to be no more than 30,000.
As a result, the remaining troops under his command were pitifully small, numbering only a mere 20,000, which was not a threat.
The soldier who came to deliver the message swallowed hard and replied somewhat nervously, "It should be...it should be around fifty thousand."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a furious shout rang out: "What? There are fifty thousand of them!"
Commander An could no longer remain calm. Startled, he stood up abruptly from his horse, his voice rising by more than eight octaves in an instant.
At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, but he immediately shook his head and rejected it.
At this moment, the most important thing is to ensure that the king can leave this place safely.
Therefore, Commander An anxiously shouted to the noble king, "Your Majesty, please leave immediately! Your subordinate is willing to risk your life to protect you and help you escape!"
However, Sima Yu remained unmoved by Commander An's earnest advice.
His eyes were bloodshot, with visible blood vessels in his eye sockets. He clenched his teeth and drew his gleaming longsword from his waist without hesitation, raising it high and pointing it at the numerous soldiers below.
Immediately afterward, Sima Yu roared in an almost ferocious voice, "Charge! The people of my Great Northern Li will never admit defeat! If we can successfully capture this villain Pei Jingyu today, I will promise to bestow upon him and his entire clan endless wealth and glory!"
These words struck the soldiers like a thunderclap, causing their hearts to pound uncontrollably.
The lingering fear and apprehension that had been weighing on my mind melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the blazing sun, completely dispelled by this immense and alluring temptation.
The whole scene suddenly became extremely tense, like a string stretched to its limit that would break at the slightest touch.
The Northern Li soldiers instantly seemed to have been injected with stimulants, their eyes turning bloodshot, and they roared deafeningly as they pounced on the enemy like a pack of hungry wolves.
However, not long ago, the dense rain of arrows had already caused them considerable casualties, with nearly half of their men lying in pools of blood.
Moreover, the words of the men who had just gone to deliver the message still echoed in their minds, reminding them that their loved ones far away in Nu City were in danger.
As a result, their anxiety and worry intensified, and their originally formidable strength was greatly diminished.
Commander An, who had been closely observing the situation, naturally noticed this as well. He was extremely anxious and rushed to Sima Yu's side, pleading desperately:
"My lord! As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood. Please heed my advice and allow me to gather some elite troops to escort you away from this place as soon as possible!"
Sima Yu's face was flushed red, his eyes fixed on the chaotic battle before him. As time passed, the situation became clearer, and his side's disadvantages became increasingly apparent.
Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, he bit his lip, his teeth chattering, and then slowly and gently nodded, indicating his agreement with Commander An's proposal.
Seeing this, Commander An finally felt relieved and let out a long sigh of relief.
Immediately afterward, without the slightest delay, he beckoned to several strong and skilled trusted soldiers to escort Sima Yu safely away from the battlefield.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Sima Yu suddenly pulled on the reins, abruptly stopping the galloping horse beneath him.
He leaned back slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and vigilance, as if some mysterious force was guiding him from the shadows.
Then, as if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction behind him...
A cold wind swept across the battlefield, stirring up dust that blotted out the sky.
The war drums thundered, the bugles blared, the two armies faced off, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Amidst the chaos, a figure clad in silver armor, with flowing black hair and piercing eyes, stood out against the dark sky.
He stood atop the high hill, overlooking the battlefield below, the longbow in his hand seemingly becoming one with him.
The bow is made of the hardest sandalwood, and it remains sturdy and resilient despite the passage of time.
The bowstring was taut, just like his mood at that moment, poised to unleash its power.
A disdainful smile curled at the corner of his lips. His gaze locked on the bow, his left hand firmly gripping the bow, while his right hand deftly drew an arrow from the quiver.
The arrow fletching was as white as snow, the shaft was straight, and the arrowhead was sharp, gleaming with a cold light. His movements were fluid and precise, without the slightest hesitation.
With a gentle pull of his right hand, the bowstring emitted a deep, trembling sound, like the whisper of death.
The arrow was steadily nocked on the bowstring, its arrowhead pointing directly at the target.
The man's cool eyes narrowed slightly, all his attention focused on that one point, and the surrounding noise seemed to disappear at that moment.
His body leaned back slightly, his muscles taut, like a fully drawn bow.
Then, in that split second, he released his fingers.
The arrow, like a bolt of lightning, sliced through the air with a whooshing sound, heading straight for its target.
The arrow pierced the wind, the dust, and the chest of the enemy general.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
"call out!"