GSY Chapter22

Cen Yelan defeated Yan Le in public. When he went back, the soldiers of Beicang Pass were excited, and they had swept away the decadent momentum. It seemed that they could fight against thousands of troops and were invincible.

 

Yuan Zheng watched from afar and had to admit that Cen Yelan was naturally born a general. He had a unique charm that could make people feel at ease just by going to that station.

 

This person not only has a soft heart but also has a wonderful body that is incredibly soft.

 

Yuan Zheng’s gaze was too explicit and straightforward. Cen Yelan turned his head to look over. Their eyes met, and then they slowly looked away without lingering any longer.

 

Yuan Zheng was unhappy, but he endured it and didn’t lose his temper on the spot.

 

After returning to the pass, Cen Yi dismissed the unnecessary people, raised his hand and pressed his right arm, and asked, “How do you feel?”

 

Cen Yelan was stunned for a moment. “It’s fine.”

 

Cen Yi said, “Ah Lan, you’re hiding this from me too?”

 

“Yan Le is the most courageous warrior among the Hu people. He is known for his strength. I have fought with him before.” Cen Yi said, “It’s not that easy to take his sword.”

 

Cen Yelan lowered his eyes and said, “Don’t worry, Brother. I’m just a little tired. I’ll be fine after a short rest.”

 

Cen Yi looked at Cen Yelan, put a few white porcelain ointment bottles on the table, and said, “Alright, the ointment was left by Physician Xiao Su, remember to use it. If it’s inconvenient, then ask the servant to do it.”

 

Cen Yelan raised his head and smiled faintly, “Alright, thank you, Brother.”

 

Cen Yi patted his shoulder gently, “It’s too formal to say thank you.”

 

“Ah Lan, you won against Yan Le today, it was really a beautiful victory.” Cen Yi said with a bit of regret in his tone, “Little Uncle really loves you, he taught you everything.”

 

“When I saw you using that Liuhuo spear move just now, I seemed to see Little Uncle’s shadow.”

 

Cen Yelan paused and said nothing. He was taught by Cen Xi himself, and whether it was leading troops in battle or spearmanship and martial arts, he inherited everything from Cen Xi.

 

Cen Yi has admired Cen Xi since he was a child and always follows behind Cen Xi.

 

After a while, Cen Yelan said, “Brother, you have been Adoptive Father’s pride ever since you were a child.”

 

Cen Yi was stunned for a moment, smiled without comment, and said nothing more.

 

After Cen Yi left, the room fell silent. Cen Yelan took off his armor skillfully and raised his right arm, his fingers trembling slightly.

 

Yan Le was born brave and powerful, and one of his sword strikes was as powerful as a thousand pounds.

 

The last time Cen Yelan fought with him was three years ago. Three years had passed, and Yan Le had never neglected his martial arts training.

 

He thought of the lost Longsha Fort, the stalemate at Yuping Pass, and the lingering war. In the past three years, the Hu people had not launched a large-scale invasion. Now that they have been gathering strength for three years, they will come back with great demands.

 

He thought for a moment and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

 

Cen Yelan asked, “Who?”

 

The maid said respectfully outside, “General, someone brought something and asked the servant to bring it to you.”

 

Cen Yelan frowned, stood up, and opened the door. The maid was holding a plate in both hands, on which were several small white porcelain bottles glazed with delicate patterns.

 

Cen Yelan asked, “Who sent it?”

 

The maid said, “…It was someone from the distinguished guest who came with the General.”

 

Yuan Zheng is a prince with a noble status. Cen Yi did not reveal his identity at Beicang Pass and only said that he was a distinguished guest.

 

Cen Yelan opened the bottle cap and sniffed and found that they were all ointments for wounds. The bottom of the bottle was engraved with the mark of the royal family of Dayan. They were all royal products specially prepared by the Imperial Medical.

 

Cen Yelan’s face was expressionless. The maid asked carefully, “General, how should we deal with these…?”

 

Cen Yelan took the tray from her and said, “No problem, you can retreat.”

 

The maid bowed and then left.

 

The next day, the signal that Yuping Pass was lost was sent.

 

The battle at Beicang Pass was going on hard.

 

Yan Le led the elite troops of the Hu people’s royal court, and they were coming with great momentum and high morale, ready to force their way through Beicang Pass.

 

Beicang Pass is a natural barrier with high terrain and long walls. It was set ablaze by smoke in a moment. The Hu people were fearless and carried wooden ladders to the wall, climbing up one by one.

 

On the city walls, soldiers were either chopping down the Hu soldiers who were climbing up with swords or carrying huge boulders to the top of the wall and pushing them down under the arrows. Everywhere were the sounds of screams and the muffled sounds of flesh falling in pain, mixed with the roars that were drowned out by the fighting.

 

Yuan Zheng’s ears were filled with the sound of blood and flesh flying on the battlefield, and his nose was filled with the strong smell of blood. His personal attendants followed him closely and advised him, “Master, let’s go down quickly. It’s too dangerous here.”

 

Fang Jing’s face turned pale. Holding his sword, he whispered, “We are not needed here, Ah Zheng, let’s go.”

 

Yuan Zheng calmed himself down, kicked him hard, and cursed: “Get lost, don’t come near me.”

 

“If you are afraid of death, go down by yourself.”

 

Suddenly, an arrow flew over, and the personal attendant raised his sword to cut it off, not daring to retreat even a step.

 

Yuan Zheng tilted his head past the crowd of soldiers and looked straight at Cen Yelan in the distance. Cen Yelan had a solemn expression on his face and calmly gave orders to defend the city.

 

Yuan Zheng said, “I won’t retreat.”

 

When Yuan Zheng was young, he practiced martial arts. His uncle found martial arts masters from everywhere for him, even those who taught him the moves, dared not lay a hand on him either.

 

Yuan Zheng rarely faced such a cruel and bloody battlefield.

 

This was the most real hell on earth.

 

The war drums were beating, each one more exciting than the last, weighing heavily on his heart. The air was filled with the smell of blood, so thick that it made him sick. After Yuan Zheng had killed several barbarians, a fire suddenly ignited in his heart, burning fiercely. He thrust the tip of his sword into a barbarian’s chest, and warm blood spurted out, soaking Yuan Zheng’s brocade.

 

It was unknown how long it was until the Hu people sounded the retreat, and retreated like a tide did Yuan Zheng finally come back to his senses. He looked at the corpses under the city wall and the wounded soldiers around him groaning in pain. The military physician, sweating profusely, ordered people to carry them back.

 

Yuan Zheng subconsciously went to look for Cen Yelan, who was talking to Cen Yi and didn’t even look at him.

 

Yuan Zheng shook the sword in his hand, wiped the blood off the tip of the sword, and put the sword back into the sheath.