OBS Chapter 721 Teacher, Here I Come
Chapter 721 Teacher, Here I Come
The sun was high in the sky, but it could not dispel the solemn and murderous atmosphere in front of the Taiji Hall.
Zhai Huo was wearing heavy armor and standing in front of the Black Armor Army. His eyes were always as sharp as an eagle, but when they fell on Li Chengqian who was walking slowly, he suddenly stopped and his steps subconsciously paused.
He just stared at Li Chengqian, his lips tightly closed, his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.
In my mind, memories of the past surged like a tide.
Li Chengqian, the legitimate son of Emperor Taizong, is a legitimate and orthodox member of the Tang Dynasty. Over the years, the Xuanjia Army has been able to live a life of luxury, with generous military pay that is never in arrears. The weapons in their hands are sharp and tough, and the armor on their bodies is solid and thick. When the soldiers go out, their backs are straighter, their status has risen, and they are highly respected.
Behind all this glory is the grace of Li Chengqian.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is the reborn parent of the Xuanjia Army.
However, since the Xuanjia Army was established by Emperor Taizong, they have sworn to follow him life and death.
After so many years of fighting, the only lord in their hearts is Li Jingyou.
This loyalty has been deeply imprinted in the soul of every soldier through countless bloody battles.
Zhai Huo was filled with confusion and mixed emotions, and subconsciously turned to look at Wang Can. In this situation, they were so similar. They were both entangled by the thread of fate and fell into this dilemma for their respective monarchs, with no choice.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhai Huo slowly knelt on one knee with heavy movements, and the sword in his hand made a dull sound as it hit the cold and hard stone slab with a "clang".
At this moment, his throat was dry, and he couldn't utter the "Your Majesty" that he was once so familiar with and that he blurted out easily.
Li Chengqian witnessed this scene with a calm expression. He just nodded slightly, with a hint of melancholy and determination in his eyes.
He knew in his heart that the friendship between the monarch and his subject had been severed. From that moment on, they stood on opposite sides of life and death, and from then on there would be only a brutal fight to the death.
Zhai Huo stood up, his expression as cold as ice. He raised his sword high, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Li Chengqian. He used all his strength and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Kill!"
With this order, the Black Armor Army instantly rushed forward like a surging black tide, accompanied by earth-shaking shouts, roaring and unstoppable.
Seeing this, Wang Can threw Li Jingyou to the Jinyiwei who were waiting beside him without hesitation, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Prepare to meet the enemy!"
In the blink of an eye, the two sides came into close combat and a melee broke out. The area outside the Tai Chi Hall was instantly plunged into a bloody storm.
"Bang bang bang!"
The sound of muskets rang out one after another, the sharp sound cut through the sky, and the air was filled with smoke.
Then, there was the fierce sound of metal collision in close combat, the soldiers' hoarse roars and painful screams intertwined together.
Outside the Taiji Hall, bright red blood flowed and soon gathered into a river. The thick smell of blood filled the air, making people almost nauseous.
Although the Jinyiwei and the Imperial Guards fought bravely and fearlessly, and each of them tried their best, they were facing the Black Armor Army, which had experienced hundreds of battles and countless cruel battlefields.
The soldiers of the Black Armor Army are all experienced in combat, skilled in tactical coordination, and well-equipped. Whether it is sharp weapons or sturdy armor, they are far superior to the enemy and have an absolute advantage.
In just the time it takes to stick up an incense stick, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse. The Jinyiwei and the imperial guards gradually became exhausted, staggered, began to retreat, and their formation became chaotic.
Li Chengqian stood behind the formation, frowning, watching all this.
The Jinyiwei were extremely anxious and gathered around him with earnest looks, wanting to escort him away from this dangerous place.
But Li Chengqian seemed to have taken root and refused to move an inch, his eyes fixed on Wang Can who was fighting hard on the battlefield.
Wang Can's movements became slower and slower, and sweat poured down, soaking his clothes. It was obvious that he was gradually losing strength, and every time he swung his weapon, he seemed to be unable to do it.
Once upon a time, Li Jingyou had a great general under his command who was good at fighting. But now, his own general is no longer around, and there is no one who can help him turn the tide in this critical moment.
Li Chengqian slowly closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind amidst the noisy, chaotic and deafening sounds of fighting.
He was old, and his hearing was not as good as before. His ears were always buzzing, but even so, he could still detect that the sound of fighting was becoming more and more intense, mixed with a heavy and dull sound, which was clearly audible one after another. It was the unique sound made by heavy armor colliding with each other.
"Don't hurt His Majesty! You are traitors!"
A powerful voice suddenly rang out, instantly breaking the original chaotic rhythm of the battlefield.
"Zhang Xianhuai is here!"
"Wu Tianyan is here!"
"Li Zhentao is here!"
……
Shouts rose one after another, like surging waves, one after another, instantly igniting the fire of hope in everyone's hearts.
Li Chengqian suddenly opened his eyes, and what came into his sight was Zhang Xianhuai in a white robe, with an upright posture, which was particularly eye-catching on the chaotic battlefield.
He wielded the spear in his hand with great vigor, the tip of the spear flashing with cold light. Every time he thrust out, dazzling sparks flew on the heavy armor of the Black Armor Army, splashing a string of sparks.
The Three Thousand Battalion has arrived!
Zhang Xianhuai saw Li Chengqian at a glance, and his originally tired and dim eyes suddenly burst into light.
The Three Thousand Battalions and the Black Armor Army are both the most elite troops of the Tang Dynasty, and both are iron-blooded troops selected from thousands of miles away.
Now, the two powerful armies met here, and the gate of Taiji Hall instantly turned into a cruel and ruthless meat grinder.
Every second, there is a fierce collision between heavy armor and a tragic fight between blood and flesh.
Every soldier who fell had used up his last bit of strength and died of exhaustion. Their bodies lay scattered on the ground, and their blood dyed the land red.
On the battlefield, the sound of blunt weapons hitting armor and flesh was dull and shocking, and the shouts of killing were deafening and endless, as if they would never end, making people's souls tremble.
Li Chengqian looked at the extremely tragic and shocking scene in front of him, his heart filled with grief.
He slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, down his cheeks, drop by drop, and onto the ground beneath his feet.
Why is this so!
The two strongest armies of the Tang Dynasty should have fought side by side on the battlefield, charging into battle to resist foreign enemies, defend their country, and achieve great military exploits. But now they are killing each other, and the palace is filled with blood and corpses.
Why is this so!
This cruel and bloody fight lasted for a whole day and night. Both sides were blood-thirsty and fell into a state of madness. No one was willing to take a step back. There was only one belief in their hearts: either you die or I die.
Because of Qin Ruzhao, the Three Thousand Battalion hated the Black Armor Army to the core. They did not hesitate at all on the battlefield and did not make any unnecessary moves. They had only one thought in their minds: to fight to the death.
Early the next morning, the first ray of sunlight struggled to penetrate the thick blood mist and sprinkled outside the Tai Chi Hall.
Before him lay a scene of deathly silence and misery, like hell on earth. The ground was littered with corpses, piled up in layers. There were Jinyiwei in Feiyu uniforms, heavily armored Black Armored Army, and even soldiers from the Three Thousand Battalions. Their limbs were twisted, their faces etched with agony, as if frozen in the struggle before death.
The heavy armor was scattered all over the place, some were deformed by the hacking, some were covered with blood, and the weapons were thrown randomly aside.
Both sides suffered more than 90% casualties, and the soldiers who survived were exhausted and could barely stand. They either collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, or supported each other with despair in their eyes.
Zhang Xianhuai dragged his legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, and staggered forward, step by step, to walk in front of Li Chengqian with difficulty.
His face was covered in dust and blood, his hair was disheveled, and his white robe had long been stained red with blood, becoming mottled.
The voice was so hoarse that it was almost unintelligible.
"Teacher, I'm here."