Chapter 6 Assassination

  Yang Chengfeng gazed coldly outside, and since the assassin had appeared, he was no longer afraid. Shen Yuehua kicked both feet off the horse and flew up, charging towards the assassin.

  "Protect Prince Liao!" Shen Yuehua's long spear suddenly rose, swinging out several spear flowers to meet the enemy, while also instructing his guards to do their duty.

  At this time, Yang Chengfeng jumped off the carriage, protected by the guards, and wanted to watch Shen Yuehua's battle with the assassin from a distance.

  "Prince Liao, be careful!" Yang Chengfeng, who was in a daze, was startled awake by Shen Yuehua's long and mournful cry. He lifted his head to look, and at the corner of his eye, another black figure suddenly appeared, with him, Yang Chengfeng, as its target.

  Someone with exceptional lightness and agility suddenly appeared in front of Yang Chengfeng, their long sword emitting a cold aura that directly threatened him. Thousands of thoughts flashed through Yang Chengfeng's mind as he prepared to use his internal energy to counterattack, for he felt an overwhelming power emanating from the sword even before it reached him, its icy blade tip shooting straight at his face.

  Yang Chengfeng glared at the assassin, ready to strike, when suddenly a loud "clang" echoed in his ears, almost shattering his eardrums. He opened his eyes to see that the assassin who was about to kill him had stumbled backward several steps, forced away by someone else. Looking around, he saw on the ground a silver spear, nearly one zhang (about 3 meters) long, stuck in the ground.

  "Isn't that Shen Yuehua's gun?" Yang Chengfeng turned his head to look at Shen Yuehua, and indeed, he no longer had a weapon in his hand. He had already been stabbed several times by the assassin who was entangled with him, and fresh blood was flowing from his body. Yang Chengfeng suddenly understood that Shen Yuehua, seeing his critical situation, had disregarded his own safety, abandoned his two weapons, and shot down the assassin who was about to succeed.

  Yang Chengfeng was somewhat moved.

  "Protect the Prince of Liao!" Shen Yuehua disregarded his injuries and desperately tried to rush over, but the person entangling him was also an expert. Moreover, he had lost his weapon, so for a while, he couldn't break free.

  "Get out of the way!" The assassin beside Yang Chengfeng had already knocked down several guards with his long sword and was now charging straight at him, unstoppable. The guards surrounding Yang Chengfeng also fought desperately, knowing they were no match for the assassin but still rushing forward to slow him down with their bodies.

  Yang Chengfeng watched the battle of the crowd, and his mood also changed with it. They were all a group of loyal soldiers, they shouldn't have died here, but in this world, human life is so fragile. The weak are preyed upon by the strong, that's the true portrayal of this world.

  Yang Chengfeng leaned against the carriage door, he didn't dodge in or make a move to attack, he knew that the city guards of Luoyang would arrive soon, now it was meaningless for him to take action.

  "Rong brother, there are a large number of cavalry coming from that side! Let's hurry up, or we won't make it!" The assassin entangled with Shen Yuehua saw the hundreds of soldiers rushing over from the city gate and hastily shouted to his companion.

  When Yang Chengfeng's guards were almost annihilated, the reinforcements finally arrived, shouting and rushing over. Seeing that the situation was not right, the person who had set up his bow and arrow shot at the assassin on Yang Chengfeng's side. They were very clever, this man was still far away from Yang Chengfeng, plus Yang Chengfeng had a carriage blocking him, so the arrows couldn't hurt him.

  The assassin saw that things were no longer possible and before reinforcements arrived, he left with another assassin without a scratch.

  Shen Yuehua walked up to the car with a wounded body, looking at the corpses on the ground with a sad expression. He turned around, worriedly opened the car door, and saw that Yang Chengfeng was only pale in the face, but didn't seem to have any serious injuries. The stone in his heart was lifted, and he asked with concern: "Prince Liao, are you alright?"

  Yang Chengfeng shook his head and said: "Nothing! Shen Yuehua, thanks a lot today!" "It's my duty!"

  Yang Chengfeng glanced at Shen Yuehua and ordered: "Return to the mansion!"

  "Yes!"

  The horse carriage rushed hastily towards the Liao Wang Fu and arrived at the entrance. Without stopping for a moment, it went straight in.

  ……

  Study, Yang Chengfeng waited for Shen Yuehua to leave, then touched his still racing heart and muttered: "This was a premeditated assassination! Assassination... Liao Wang!"

  Who is it? Who wants to kill him? Why kill him? Is the normally weak and incompetent him actually noticed by someone?

  "Dark night." After a while, Yang Chengfeng coldly said towards the corner.

  "Master." A dark figure emerged from the corner.

  "Go check who is today's behind-the-scenes mastermind." Yang Chengfeng's eyes flashed with a cold light, emitting a sharp killing intent.

  "Yes."

  ……

  Three days later, on the official road to Wuwei, a massive dust storm rose, and the sound of galloping horses grew louder. In the swirling yellow dust, countless horsemen appeared and disappeared, their iron armor and golden spears gleaming, filling the air with an aura of killing intent. This was Yang Chengfeng's cavalry of ten thousand horses advancing on Wuwei.

  Yang Cheng sat quietly on his horse, listening to the rumbling sound of hooves, his mind racing back and forth. The assassin from three days ago still had no leads, which made him feel uneasy in his heart.

  Although there are many soldiers protecting him now, Yang Chengfeng has an inexplicable fear of the unknown enemy. He knows that if he doesn't investigate the origin of those assassins, the assassination attempts he will face will only increase.

  "Your Highness, it's Chang'an up ahead." A bodyguard rushed over from the front.

  "Pass on to the whole army to speed up." Yang Chengfeng ordered.

  "Your Highness, the Mongolian army is of unknown size, can your 10,000 cavalrymen defeat them?" asked Ye Er, riding a horse beside Yang Chengfeng.

  "Mongolia is a country famous for its cavalry, but it's not good at besieging cities. Wuwei City, as the northwest stronghold of the empire, has 20,000 city guards on its own, and with its strong defensive facilities, if we can hold out in Wuwei for four months, the weather will turn cold by then. If the Mongols still haven't taken Wuwei by that time, they'll have to retreat; otherwise, they'll be doomed." Yang Chengfeng analyzed.

  "But our current reinforcements are all cavalry, if they are used for city defense, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced." Ye'er worried.

  "Did I say I would use these ten thousand cavalrymen to defend the city?" Yang Chengfeng smiled as he looked at Ye Er.

  "Uh..."

  "The Mongols must have passed through the death zone to capture Lanzhou this time. Otherwise, with the strong defense of Mengyin Pass and Jiayuguan, and the tens of thousands of troops in the Blue Feather Army and the border army, it would be impossible for the Mongols, who are not good at attacking cities, to take down Lanzhou, Mengyin Pass, and Jiayuguan in such a short period of time. However, even if the Mongols did capture Lanzhou and other places, as long as Wuwei is in our hands, the Mongols' grain and supplies must pass through Mengyin Pass and Lanzhou to reach Wuwei, and the several hundred miles of road from Mengyin Pass to Wuwei would be the battlefield for our cavalry." Yang Chengfeng explained.

  "Does Your Highness intend to attack their supplies and provisions?"

  "Yes, the troops and horses have not moved yet, but the supplies of food and forage have already been sent ahead. The Mongols think they can occupy Wuwei easily? It's not that simple. As a major city in the northwest, Wuwei has abundant supplies of food and forage, and it would be no problem to hold out for a year or two."

  ……

  Lanzhou, Helian Tieshu gazed coldly at the east, where the Central Plains of the Great Qin Empire lay, a place he would soon conquer. "Issue the order, assemble the troops."

  "Yes."

  The bugle sounded, and the sound spread across the vast wilderness. The knights who were originally scattered in the east and west suddenly heard the call and began to gather quickly, their horses' hooves thundering.

  At a glance, rows of armor-clad warriors were forming up in array, marching in unison, their helmets and armor uniform but with pairs of cold, sharp eyes that showed no emotion. The strong wind howled against their faces as stern as rocks, without even a slight movement of their eyebrows. Their footsteps were neat and well-trained, the sharp and shiny weapons in their hands emitting a strong murderous aura, the "clattering" sound of their footsteps like war drums.

  "Departure, destination - Wuwei." Helian Tietou's cold voice echoed through the sky.

  The 80,000 Mongolian cavalrymen heard the news and rushed towards Wuwei.