Chapter 373 Let the tiger return to the mountain
On the other side, Prince Qing was supporting Ji Feiyu and fleeing towards the North City surrounded by a group of guards.

Ji Feiyu was seriously injured by a shot from Yang Zhengshan, but Prince Qing was loyal enough not to abandon him.

"Your Majesty, please go on your own. I am just a burden now!"

"No, let's go together!" Prince Qing held his arm with his shoulder, panicked and anxious, but still unwilling to give up on him.

"Your Majesty!"

"Eunuch Zhang will never come back, and I don't want you to die here too!" Prince Qing said breathlessly.

He knew that Zhang Yu was no match for Yang Zhengshan. When Zhang Yu stayed behind to cover their retreat, he already realized that he had lost the relative who had been with him for most of his life.

That’s right, in his heart Zhang Yu is his relative.

It was Zhang Yu who took care of him since he was a child, it was Zhang Yu who accompanied him through the most difficult period, and it was Zhang Yu who helped him set up such a big chess game.

There are not many people he trusts. Zhang Yu is the most important one, and Ji Feiyu is also one of them.

He had already lost Zhang Yu and didn't want to lose Ji Feiyu again.

Soon they arrived at the middle city gate. Lu Chongde had led his men to capture this gate before, but now there was no one guarding this gate. Lu Chongde did not arrange anyone to guard this gate. At this time, he was leading the defected soldiers to charge southward.

This actually made things convenient for Prince Qing and Ji Feiyu. Under the protection of dozens of guards, the two of them passed through the middle city gate smoothly.

Just as they entered the north city, Niu Zhuang finally reached the south gate.

"Hou Yao, give me your life!"

Niu Zhuang, covered in blood, pounced directly towards Hou Yao.

In fact, Niu Zhuang's cultivation was not as good as Hou Yao's, and he was only at the seventh level of the acquired realm. However, with his help, Yang Mingzhi and Yang Mingzhen immediately gained the upper hand, forcing Hou Yao to unable to raise his head.

Just at this moment, there was a loud bang and the city gate was knocked open!
"Hahaha~~"

"Brothers, kill!"

Song Dashan roared a little crazily.

Damn, it’s so frustrating!

Breaking down city gates is not a job for humans. It took such a long time to break down two city gates. Song Dashan felt very frustrated.

No one knew how much he wanted to rush into the city and kill everyone, but the two city gates were too strong.

Now that the two city gates were finally broken open, Song Dashan's frustrated mood was immediately released.

After roaring, he saw Hou Yao at a glance.

"Ahhh, get out of my way!"

He chopped the enemy in front of him with a sword and rushed towards Hou Yao like a mad bull.

Hou Yao, who was already being beaten by Yang Mingzhi and his three companions, had no time to react before he was beheaded by him with a single blow.

"Song Dashan!"

Yang Mingzhi, Yang Mingzhen and Niu Zhuang looked at Song Dashan angrily.

This guy is stealing heads!

However, Song Dashan ignored their anger and grinned, "Brothers, charge!"

Then he continued to swing his long sword and kill the enemies around him.

"Why are you still standing there?" Luo Feiyu followed Song Dashan into the city gate, and seeing Yang Mingzhi and the other two standing there in a daze, he hurriedly shouted.

He shouted while swinging two octagonal hammers. Any enemy around him who was touched by the hammers would have his skin torn and his bones broken.

"kill!"

A large number of Tenglongwei soldiers poured into the city from the city gate, and the balance of victory was completely tilted.

On the other side, after a period of exhaustion, Zhang Yu finally ran out of strength, and Yang Zhengshan pierced his shoulder with a flying dagger.

Looking at Zhang Yu kneeling on the ground, Yang Zhengshan's eyes moved slightly.

"Pity!"

"What's a pity?"

Zhang Yu held the pole with both hands and looked up at Yang Zhengshan's burly figure.

At this moment, his face was pale, no longer as rosy as before, and even his wrinkles seemed to have deepened.

"If you didn't die, you might still have a chance to become a congenital warrior!" Yang Zhengshan said with some regret.

Masters who are half a step away from the innate realm are really rare, and even in the entire Dayong, there are not many of them.

Every half-step innate warrior is a powerful figure in Darong who is feared by everyone.

As for innate warriors, most of them have already left the secular world, and very few of them will show up in public.

The reason is very simple. First, when one has reached the innate realm, the secular world no longer has what they need. Except for a few people who like money, power and sex, most innate warriors will stay away from the secular world and find a place to practice in seclusion.

The second reason is because of the imperial power and the court. The imperial power is above the warriors, and the innate warriors have powerful strength. The imperial power naturally cannot tolerate the innate warriors abusing their power in the secular world, so it forces the innate warriors to make a choice.

Either leave Darong, submit to the court, or live in seclusion in the mountains and live a carefree life.

As for whether Xiantian warriors would challenge the imperial power, it is not impossible. In history, there have been many ambitious Xiantian warriors who wanted to challenge the imperial power, but most of them failed. Because whoever wins the hearts of the people wins the world.

This public opinion includes all the people in the world, including nobles, officials, martial arts families, and martial arts sects, etc.

It is naturally impossible to succeed if you want to challenge the entire world by yourself.

Although Zhang Yu is already over sixty years old, he still has the opportunity to break through to the innate realm in the future. Even though his body has begun to decline, he still has a chance.

To break through from the half-step innate realm to the innate realm, one needs to accumulate and control the innate true qi.

The former requires time to accumulate, and Zhang Yu’s accumulation is sufficient.

The latter requires perception and opportunity. Generally speaking, most innate warriors are blocked from the threshold of the innate realm by the latter.

All Zhang Yu lacked from reaching the innate state was some insights and an opportunity.

"Yes, our family has no chance anymore!" Zhang Yu lowered his eyes and said indifferently.

Yang Zhengshan drew out his spear, then reached out and pressed his hand on his shoulder, "So I was just expressing my feelings!"

Click!

He completely crushed Zhang Yu's scapula!
Although he felt a little regretful, Yang Zhengshan had no intention of showing mercy.

This old eunuch was very difficult to deal with. He had finally taken him down with great difficulty, so naturally there was no way he would give him any more chances.

After crushing Zhang Yu's scapula, Yang Zhengshan picked him up like a chicken and headed towards the north city.

When he arrived at the northern city wall of Chongshan Pass, he happened to see Prince Qing and his entourage riding away on horseback.

The distance is not far, only two or three miles. If we chase them at this time, we should be able to catch up with them.

Yang Zhengshan looked at their figures, hesitated for a moment, and then gave up chasing them.

Let the tiger return to the mountain!

I guess so!

However, Yang Zhengshan did not release this tiger for himself, but for Darong.

Emperor Chengping is seriously ill, the crown prince is regent, and there is endless fighting within the court. No one can predict what will happen next.

This made Yang Zhengshan feel a little uneasy.

If the situation develops in the direction that is most unfavorable to him, he must make some arrangements in advance.

Letting Prince Qing go was naturally not part of his plan, it could only be considered a mess he left behind. This mess might be harmful to him, but it might also help him in the future.

Letting the tiger go back to the mountains can also be understood as keeping the enemy at bay for one's own benefit.

……

The battle inside Chongshan Pass lasted until dusk.

Although Prince Qing and Ji Feiyu had already fled, the arrival of the Zhenbiao Central Camp, Zhenbiao Front Camp and Chongshan Town North Road Reinforcements Camp was still fierce. The soldiers in these three camps were almost all die-hard fans of Ji Feiyu and Hou Yao, and even surrendering would mean death for them, so they could only resist to the end.

As dusk approached, the fighting in the city gradually subsided. The entire city was filled with blood and corpses. The entire Chongshan Pass was like hell, and people dared not look directly at it.

One will be a million bones.

There are more than tens of thousands of dead bodies in the city right now.
The number of people participating in the battle on both sides exceeded 100,000, and the casualties were probably more than half. Even the soldiers of the Tenglong Guards suffered heavy casualties.

The sky darkened, and after a brief rest, the tired soldiers began to clean up the battlefield.

Cartloads of corpses were transported out of the city, whether they were enemies' or comrades' bodies, all were transported out of the city.

The smell of blood attracted a large number of wild beasts and birds. These beasts looked at the piles of corpses from afar, as if they were looking at a table of delicacies.

No matter how hard the soldiers tried, they could not drive away these beasts.

It was late at night when Yang Zhengshan arrived at the general's residence. Under the dim candlelight, he sat in the lobby, rubbing the token in his hand.

"General!" Yang Minghao walked in from outside. "All the lords in the cells have been settled. Most of them are fine. Only Ji He and several other generals are probably disabled!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, "Where are the people from the Luo family?"

"I've checked, everyone else is fine, but Luo Ren's wife had a miscarriage in prison, and she's very weak due to being caught in a cold for a long time!" Yang Minghao said in a low voice.

Luo Ren is Luo Shang's second son. He is 27 years old this year and already has two sons and one daughter.

"Have someone send two jars of medicinal wine over later!" Yang Zhengshan said.

The Yang family and the Luo family are the closest. This time, the Luo family was implicated by the Yang family, otherwise the General's Mansion would not have seized the Luo family's property and put all the Luo family members in jail.

But then again, if it weren't for the support of the Yang family, the Luo family might still be just a small merchant.

"Yes!" Yang Minghao responded.

The medicinal wine that Yang Zhengshan was talking about was not the herbal wine, but just ordinary wine mixed with spiritual spring water.

These drinks were specially prepared by Yang Zhengshan for treating the soldiers' injuries.

In terms of efficacy, this kind of wine is naturally far inferior to Baicao Brew, but the quantity of Baicao Brew is limited and it is impossible to supply it to every soldier. Yang Zhengshan can only settle for the second best and mix spiritual spring water into ordinary wine for the soldiers to use.

Yang Zhengshan could have as much medicinal wine as he wanted.

(End of this chapter)