TNIBFT -Chapter 325 The Unbridled Old Yang

Below the city walls, Xiao Xun’er rode a white horse, shouting at Ye Tian at the top of her lungs.

Ye Tian looked utterly helpless.

But he knew that under normal circumstances, Xiao Xun’er would never say something like this. She might have some feelings for him, but she had never expressed them. For her to act like this today, there had to be a compelling reason.

The soldiers on the city wall exchanged glances.

Old Yang, following behind Ye Tian, was extremely nosy: “Master, I think Miss Xiao truly cares for you. Now, love has turned to hatred.”

“If it really doesn’t work, you can talk to Miss Qin. Miss Xiao is pitiful too, and after all, this is a matter of state; Miss Qin won’t lose her sense of judgment!”

“Shut up!”

Ye Tian interrupted Old Yang coldly.

Old Yang pouted, lowering his head to sneak a glance at Ye Tian.

The master’s own romantic debts, and yet he wouldn’t let anyone mention them? He was a mighty ninth-rank expert, handsome and imposing, yet none of these women could see through him? If a woman truly liked him, he would never betray her—he would give each one a safe, stable home.

Old Yang nodded slightly.

Below the city, the horns of Da Liang sounded.

The sound was unique, deafening, instantly igniting the crowd’s bloodlust. War drums beat rapidly, like a heavy rain.

In the Da Liang formation, soldiers on horseback carried flags, riding furiously, likely directing some kind of military maneuver. The formations constantly changed positions. Ye Tian frowned; he couldn’t understand these ancient battlefield tactics at all.

“Ye Tian!”

Below the city, Xiao Xun’er continued to speak. Ye Tian looked down at her. She was clad in armor, with a white bandage covering the lower half of her face.

Her expression was unreadable.

She continued, “You still have four cannons in the city. Cannons are inaccurate at long range, their coverage is limited, and reloading takes time. Today, if you open the gates and surrender, handing over the cannons, I guarantee you will not die!”

Ye Tian remained silent.

The eyes on the city wall all turned toward him. Xiao Xun’er knew everything about Sifang City. If a battle broke out, Sifang City would definitely be at a disadvantage.

Xiao Xun’er shouted again, “This is your last chance!”

“Ye Tian, can you hear me?”

Her white horse pawed the ground restlessly, spinning in place, tossing its head and snorting.

Old Yang was stunned.

This woman could turn hostile so quickly! She immediately identified the weakness of the cannons and was now targeting Sifang City—it was terrifying.

He muttered behind Ye Tian, “No wonder people say that only villains and women are hard to handle; you can never truly ‘tame’ them!”

“Master, let me down there. I’ll tear them to pieces!”

Ye Tian nodded slightly.

From the other side, a rider clad in armor rode furiously toward Xiao Xun’er, shouting, “Xiao Xun’er, stop wasting time! The commander has given orders: the siege begins now!”

“Yes!”

Xiao Xun’er gritted her teeth, a flash of resentment in her eyes.

The horns sounded repeatedly.

She retreated into the middle of the army.

Someone shouted, “The commander has given orders: retreat! Anyone fleeing will implicate their family; soldiers who do not strike the enemy will be punished as rebels!”

Hearing this, the Da Liang soldiers’ faces darkened.

“What the hell is this rule? Not being able to kill someone counts as rebellion?”

“Why doesn’t Xiao Tianchen just die?” Old Yang muttered angrily.

“Charge!”

“Kill!”

The Da Liang soldiers rushed forward recklessly. On the city wall, the defenders prepared their first wave of resistance: archers and fire-arrow troops unleashed a barrage.

Zhu Zhongyi directed the defense with a small red flag.

“Boom!” A massive explosion shook the ground. Nearby earth was blown into a huge crater, snow and soil flying into the air, scattered limbs and corpses everywhere—a scene horrifying to behold.

“What is that?”

“I don’t want to die!”

Ancient warriors valued dying whole, their bodies sacred from parents. Seeing such bloody carnage, many Da Liang soldiers were terrified.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Two more explosions followed, shaking the earth, leaving debris and corpses scattered, terrifying all who saw it.

The Da Liang soldiers huddled together, faces pale, not daring to charge.

“Charge!”

“Kill Ye Tian!”

A woman rode amidst them, wielding a horsewhip to drive the soldiers forward. When they hesitated, she drew her sword, executing those who refused to advance: “Fail to charge, die on the spot!”

“Forward! What are you afraid of?”

“Ye Tian’s cannons are limited—they can’t strike precisely. Charge!”

“Do you want me to cut you down right now?”

The woman sat proudly on her horse, treating lives like grass.

Her method worked.

Many soldiers, desperate to survive, gritted their teeth and charged forward. Realizing the cannons couldn’t reach them, more and more soldiers lunged toward the city walls.

“Master, it’s my turn, right?”

“See that wretched woman? Let me go down and finish her!” Old Yang fumed, already bouncing in anticipation.

Ye Tian nodded. “Safety first. If the situation turns bad, retreat immediately.”

“Understood!”

Old Yang grinned devilishly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

The small gate beside the main city gate opened. Old Yang, riding a tall horse and wielding a large blade, surged ahead. The infantry behind him could not keep up. Ye Tian could only shake his head helplessly.

Old Yang’s combat skill was not low; he slaughtered recklessly along the way.

Ye Tian had assigned him to guard the city gate. If the enemy vanguard approached, he was to kill them immediately. But once Old Yang hit the battlefield, he acted like a mad dog unchained, forgetting his mission entirely.

Below the city, Old Yang swung his blade, blood spraying. His dark face was covered in gore, eyes nearly swollen shut. He blinked hard to see.

No one dared approach him, forming a three-meter safety zone around him.

Seeing the ground littered with corpses, Old Yang laughed smugly: “Brothers, follow me! Keep killing!”

“Annihilate these Da Liang soldiers! Protect Sifang City! Let the city lord see our worth! Here’s our chance for glory!”

Old Yang was ecstatic.

His subordinates looked uneasy, bowing carefully: “General Yang, the city lord’s orders are clear. Our task is to guard the city gate. If we disobey, the city lord will blame us…”

Old Yang’s expression darkened: “Cowards afraid to die!”

“You weaklings! Watch how General Yang handles this!”

With that, he pressed his legs against the horse’s sides. “Drive!”

Like an arrow released from a bow, he shot straight into the Da Liang army.

His subordinates panicked. “General Yang!”

“What is going on? General Yang isn’t listening to the city lord at all?”

With Old Yang gone, the Da Liang soldiers swarmed the city gate. Over two hundred infantry struggled to hold them off. Ye Tian shook his head in disbelief on the city wall.

“City lord, I volunteer to defend the city!”

Zhu Zhongyi knelt on one knee, young but full of pride, neither humble nor overbearing.

Ye Tian nodded, patting his shoulder: “Well done. Stay safe—safety first. Do not pursue the enemy.”

“Understood!”

Zhu Zhongyi moved swiftly, clad in armor, running down from the city wall.

Meanwhile, Old Yang continued his rampage, his target clear: the woman he despised.

“Bitch! I’ve come for your life!”

Old Yang let out a furious roar.

His bloodstained face looked utterly ferocious. One hand gripped the reins, the other raised a heavy sword, charging straight into the Daliang army.

“Protect Vice General Lin!”

“Stop that man!”

“Take him down, take him down!”

Chaos roared around him, the trampling of hooves clattering everywhere. Many Daliang soldiers held long spears, their faces full of terror as they stared at Old Yang atop his horse.

Old Yang swung his sword wildly.

Only a hundred paces from that disgusting woman.

Her face was delicate, skin fair and smooth, eyebrows like willows, eyes shaped like phoenixes. She watched Old Yang calmly, a faint playful smile on her lips.

Not bad-looking!

Can’t cut the face just yet!

Lost in his lewd thoughts, Old Yang swung the sword recklessly, striking down Daliang soldiers one after another. The distance between them grew ever shorter.

“Clang!” A crisp sound rang out.

Old Yang frowned, startled. “Looking for death!”

He roared violently—and then realized that the one blocking him was Xiao Xun’er.

“You…” Old Yang frowned, noticing the slight restraint in her grip. “Miss Xiao, there’s no sentiment on the battlefield! Step aside!”

Xiao Xun’er gritted her teeth, lifting her sword with effort. She said coldly, “I can handle trash like you myself. No need to trouble Vice General Lin.”

“Ye Tian isn’t coming, and you’re sent to die instead?”

As she spoke, she dodged Old Yang’s heavy swings, legs pinching her horse’s sides as the white horse turned and bolted. Old Yang followed closely: “Shameless! I’ll deal with you first!”

“I’ll personally capture you and hand you over to Master!”

Xiao Xun’er strained to fend off Old Yang for several rounds, trying to lure him toward the Sifang City walls. But this fool of a man clearly had no appreciation for her intentions.

“Clang!” Another crisp sound.

Old Yang swung his sword, splitting the helmet atop Xiao Xun’er’s head in two. Her long hair tumbled messily behind her. Already fatigued from resisting him, sweat poured down her forehead, arms trembling. “Go!”

“Tell Ye Tian… just say—”

“Whoosh!”

Before she could finish, a feathered arrow suddenly streaked past, grazing her cheek. Xiao Xun’er recoiled in shock.

“Xiao Xun’er, enjoying your little performance?”

“Do you really think we’re all fools?”

Lin Qingyao rode her reddish-brown warhorse, smirking at the duo of Xiao Xun’er and Old Yang. Behind her, a few archers had drawn their bows, ready to strike at any moment.

Xiao Xun’er gritted her teeth, eyes burning with resentment at Lin Qingyao. She gripped her sword tightly, ready to risk life and death.

“A ninth-rank expert with no brains, can that even count as a person before me?”

“Ye Tian’s subordinates… are all these idiots?”

Lin Qingyao was arrogantly disdainful. She raised her hand slightly; her archers lowered their bows. Lin Qingyao laughed coldly, “Time to show you what true power is!”

“Go!”

“Old Yang, go! I’ll hold her off! Tell Ye Tian—my brother has been taken! If there’s a chance, make sure Ye Tian rescues him!”

“You must save my brother!”

Xiao Xun’er spoke with urgent eyes.

Old Yang’s head spun!

This situation was complicated… was Xiao Xun’er a friend?

Before he could process it, “Whack!” The tip of her sword struck the back of Old Yang’s horse. The horse reared and bolted.

“Trying to escape?”

Lin Qingyao moved to attack, but Xiao Xun’er, hair wild and bloodied, charged forward: “Le Yang’s lackey, shameless and immoral! Lin Qingyao, you aid evil—you deserve death!”

Xiao Xun’er hacked wildly.

She looked almost insane, her expression ferocious, blood soaking the cloth over her face.

Lin Qingyao smirked, looking at the frenzied Xiao Xun’er with a sense of pride and delight.

In fewer than two exchanges, Xiao Xun’er was knocked from her horse.

Lin Qingyao looked down with contempt. A swing of her long sword severed the left side of Xiao Xun’er’s long hair and tore the cloth from her face, revealing bloodied features.

“Perfect! Now the world will see—you, Xiao Xun’er, are a disfigured monster!”

Lin Qingyao sneered, glancing sideways: “Take her down. Guard her closely!”

“Yes!”

Her subordinates apologized as they obeyed.

Lin Qingyao didn’t spare Xiao Xun’er a glance. Pulling the reins, she resumed pursuit of Old Yang.

“Whoosh!”

“Whoosh!”

Cool wind swept past Old Yang’s back as he dodged left and right atop his horse. Glancing back, he saw the enemy vice general—and that infuriating woman—closing in.

“Damn it!”

Cursing, Old Yang had a premonition: this woman was skilled.

But a real man wouldn’t let a woman chase him around like this. Seeing Lin Qingyao’s mocking smile, Old Yang pulled the reins; his horse reared, hooves striking the sky.

“You want to die? Fine, I’ll grant it!”

Old Yang roared, leaping from his horse with all his might, sword raised, and struck at Lin Qingyao.

“Clang!”

Blades clashed with a crisp ring.

“Some skill!” Lin Qingyao laughed arrogantly, showing no respect.

“Die!” Old Yang launched his next move, each strike lethal.

Lin Qingyao remained calm, sword flashing. Old Yang realized her swordsmanship was unfathomable.

Her power and speed surpassed his.

Old Yang’s expression darkened.

Lin Qingyao said, “Surprised?”

“Sifang City still hides a martial genius like me?”

“Die by my hand, you won’t have a grievance!”

Old Yang’s face paled.

Before he could react, Lin Qingyao changed her technique, knocking him from his horse.

Next moment:

Hundreds of Daliang soldiers surrounded Old Yang.

From the walls, Ye Tian watched it all. Seeing Old Yang struggling pathetically, he showed no expression. That fool was practically running to his death.

A vice general lacking strength wouldn’t be the first vanguard in a battle.

Now, who could save Old Yang?

“Young Master?”

Zhu Heyu and the others looked anxious.

Zhu Heyu said, “Why don’t I take Zhongyi to Old Yang? He’s trapped in the chaos, near death. If we go now, we still have a chance.”

Everyone nodded.

Going was almost certain death, but not going meant Old Yang’s inevitable demise.

If one of them could take Old Yang’s place, at least he’d die honorably. After all, Old Yang was a top expert and indispensable to Ye Tian.

Ye Tian took a deep breath and shook his head. “Not yet.”

Below the city:

Old Yang’s face was grim as he blocked attack after attack from Daliang soldiers. Zhu Zhongyi, guarding the gate, saw this and wanted desperately to help, but was powerless.

“You bastards! Want me dead? Then I’ll take all of you with me! I’ll die gloriously!”

Old Yang continued shouting defiantly.

Lin Qingyao sneered and charged to duel Old Yang. In just a few exchanges, Old Yang was pierced in the left shoulder.

“Clang!” The heavy sword flew several meters away.