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  A round bright moon hung in the sky, Xiao Wu sat on the eaves of a dilapidated temple like a hungry wolf, his stomach growling, white air coming out of his mouth as he gazed at the large paifang across several streets, suddenly remembering that it was the Beiluofang where he had strolled with Han Jiuer - the most prosperous place in Yanjing.

  The image of that beautiful and lovely face suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Wu, and the feeling of hunger was relieved a lot. He shook his head immediately, replaced with the smiling faces of his wife and son, and the heavy heart also became much lighter.

  "General Yue's officer, did you see any movement?" Wang Gui asked in a low voice from below.

  Xiao Wu helplessly shook his head, not only did he not see any movement, but the sounds of battle that he had heard earlier also disappeared. For the past three days, the war in Yanjing City had been raging on, initially affecting the entire city, but later it was limited to just the northern part of the city. Xiao Wu's team encountered fewer and fewer Song army comrades, and they couldn't get any new orders, so they decided to move closer to the center of the battle. But when they arrived nearby, everything was eerily quiet. Had... the entire army been wiped out?

  Xiao Wu jumped down from the eaves, and a dozen or so soldiers rushed over together, each one covered in scars, with a hungry look on their faces, and completely exhausted. They had gone several nights without sleep, and several days without food, and had been fighting continuously. Even if they were made of iron, they couldn't hold out.

  Looking at this group of comrades who set out from Xiangzhou together, Xiao Wu felt a sense of guilt as the leader for the first time, and also felt frustrated that his ambitions were difficult to achieve. Having obtained the opportunity to serve the country, it was far from being able to show off his skills as he had imagined, but instead became a rat crossing the street in this land of Han people, with everyone shouting and hitting him. What kind of achievement is this?

  Seeing Xiao Wu's dejected appearance, all the soldiers were somewhat disheartened. The morale that had been sustained until now was on the verge of collapse. Xu Qinghong, who was naturally optimistic, still had a smile on his face and ventured to say: "Aren't there still three generals?"

  "Three generals? Hmph, I think that guy is just like his father, a cowardly rat who's afraid of battle! He should have come earlier if he wanted to. Is he coming now to collect the dead?" Zhang Xian, who was normally untamed, gnawed on a blade of grass with disdain.

  When Zhang Xuan said this, the crowd fell silent for a moment. For days, the Song army inside the city could be said to have been waiting with bated breath for Liu Guangshi's reinforcements, but until now, there was no movement outside the city. In the midst of extreme hope and despair, the six thousand Song soldiers were dwindling away, until they were eerily silent.

  It can be said that if the three generals had arrived in time to support during the intense battle the other day, the outcome of this war would have been rewritten long ago, and history would have been thoroughly rewritten. Sometimes, a coward can even influence the course of history more than a hero!

  "Hey, what's with the constant grazing? Are you a mule?" Wang Gui, who was normally composed and serious, said disapprovingly, his eyes not looking kindly on Zhang Xian.

  "It's fine as long as we have grass to eat! We're not even as good as horses!" Zhang Xian gazed at the seven or eight horses under the corridor, his eyes shining brightly. "Commander Yue, everyone is starving and can't hold on any longer. Why don't we slaughter the horses and eat them? Even if we die, let's die with full bellies!"

  As soon as they heard this, the rest of the soldiers responded in unison, and indeed their stomachs were growling with hunger. During the battle, it was fine, but now that they had a moment to rest, their intestines began to rumble loudly.

  "Everyone's eaten their fill, shall we disperse? Let's each take care of our own fate." Zhao Hu Zi intentionally said this to probe Xiao Wu's intentions. Originally, Zhang Mang had invited him when he was leaving empty-handed, but he refused; now he secretly regretted it.

  The crowd of people all looked at Xiao Wu, wanting to hear how he would respond. After all, they had followed him through thick and thin, risking life and death together, and now they wanted to see if he was worthy of their loyalty.

  "If the large troops are gone, and we can't count on General Zhang, these few horses are our last hope for retreating from Youzhou City! If there's no movement by the fifth watch, we'll retreat together!" Little Wu finally spoke up. As a leader, one should listen more and speak less, only speaking at critical moments - this was an experience he learned from Song Jiang, who died under his arrow. No matter how much Little Wu disliked Zhang's character, the fact that he could keep thirty-six good men loyal to him for so long meant there must be something worthy about him.

  This was the last night Xiao Wu and his group spent in Yanjing. Compared to the previous two nights, which were filled with the sounds of killing, tonight was much quieter. In the distance, Liao army cavalry could be heard passing by as they searched for scattered Song soldiers, and there were also self-organized militia patrols. Occasionally, the sound of night watchmen's drums and shouts could be heard. It was unclear whether it was heaven's protection or the negligence of the Liao people that this broken temple was left unattended.

  The crowd of people spent a night in the cold, hunger and shock. When they saw the fifth watch, there was no expected killing sound inside or outside the city. At this moment, if they didn't leave, once it dawned, they would have nowhere to hide. Xiao Wu threw away his last bit of fantasy and gave a low order: "Withdraw, head towards the North Gate!"

  Withdrawing from the North Gate was a clever move by Xiao Wu. Firstly, their position was closest to the North Gate. Secondly, the Liao people thought that if the Song army were to flee, they would choose to go east or south because these gates were closest to the Song army's large camp on the Luogou River, and therefore had the strongest defenses. The area outside the North Gate was all Liao territory, unfamiliar to the Song soldiers, so logically they shouldn't have gone that way, which is why the defense at the North Gate was the weakest.

  A streak of pale light appeared on the horizon, and the Tongtian Gate north of Yanjing had been opened. As this battle for control of Yan was nearing its end, many suburban farmers came to sell vegetables in the city, but only a few brave ones dared to venture out, so the flow of people at the gate was not crowded.

  Xiao Wu and the dozen or so people lurking in the shadow of a large mansion, observing from afar the North Gate hundreds of steps away. The Liao army guarding the city gate had over a hundred men, all wearing armor and carrying sharp weapons, standing sternly at attention. They were all whispering to each other without prior agreement, but if they knew that the Liao army's forces guarding the other city gates were more than double theirs, they would be lucky.

  "What's to be done?" Wang Gui asked in a low voice beside Xiao Wu, reversing his previous bravery. If it were before, these dozen or so brave warriors would not have put a hundred enemy soldiers in their eyes, but now they are all exhausted, at the end of their strength, and even lack the energy to hold up their weapons, how can they fight again?

  "It's time to charge!" Xiao Wu replied without hesitation, turning his head to face the crowd, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Give me all your arrows! Two people per horse, wait for my command!"

  The crowd of soldiers suddenly remembered Xiao Wu's magical archery, and a glimmer of hope appeared in their eyes. But then they saw Xiao Wu with two bows on his back, holding a quiver full of arrows, sticking close to the wall and creeping forward, saying as he went: "I'll shoot one arrow, and you all charge!"

  Zhang Xian was the first to react: "Officer Yue, aren't you going with us?"

  "With so many arrows, how can I finish shooting on horseback?" Xiaowu paused for a moment, turned his head and smiled slightly. The decision he made was to cover the crowd with his own strength and rush into the city.

  "Brother..." Xu Qing also understood, his eyes reddening, and suddenly knelt down! This was the first time he didn't address him as Captain Yue.

  "Brother, I'll help you!" Zhang Xian's eyes turned red as he also shouted "brother" and rushed forward.

  "Halt!" This was the first time Xiao Wu had ever asserted his authority as a squad leader, his face as cold as ice, his eyes sharp and piercing. He suppressed his voice to rebuke Zhang Xian, "What can you do for me? Wang Gui is acting on my behalf, anyone who dares to disobey orders will be beheaded!"

  "Got it! Brother!" Wang Gui gritted his teeth and spat out these few words, then fell to his knees with a thud.

  "Brother! Brother..." Behind Wang Gui, there was a "thud, thud" as they all knelt down, wailing and sniffling. All the soldiers knew that Xiaowu's departure this time would be disastrous, and although they had always admired his martial arts skills, today they finally understood his disregard for life and importance of loyalty.

  "We will meet again, brothers!" Xiao Wu's eyes also became moist. Since parting with Wu Xie and Hua San Niang, he had rarely felt such a strong emotional bond of life and death. He made a promise to his fellow disciples, as well as to himself, turned resolutely, and bowed forward to proceed.

  It was the moment just before sunrise, when day and night intersected. Xiao Wu hid in the last remnants of darkness on the ground, slowly approaching the city gate to find the best vantage point to cover the enemy's position with his bow.

  As he passed by a courtyard wall, he suddenly heard a creaking sound, and a small door in the wall opened. A woman carrying a chamber pot came out from inside, bumping right into Little Wu.

  Xiao Wu saw the woman's face was golden yellow, like a ghost, and he was suddenly frightened. An arrow bag slipped from his bosom, "crack" sounded, and arrows fell to the ground.

  It's not strange that Xiao Wu lost her composure, as it turned out that this was a custom of Khitan women. Every winter, they would mash the yellowish-brown perilla leaves into juice and apply it to their faces, calling it "Buddha makeup". After going through an entire winter, it had the effect of resisting cold and nourishing one's complexion. By the time spring arrived and flowers bloomed, they would wash it off, revealing a face as white as jade.

  The Buddhist nun was also frightened, and when she saw the arrows and Xiao Wu's miserable appearance, she suddenly understood, dropped the potty, turned around and ran away, shouting: "Song dog! There is a Song dog..."

  Just as the woman's scream pierced the dawn, the feces and urine in the toilet splashed onto the arrows on the ground, emitting a foul odor. Xiaowu no longer hesitated, grabbed the quiver and ran to the center of the street, put it down at his feet, first shouldered three bags of arrows, then held up the hard bow, staring at the chaotic city gate, shouted loudly: "The great Song Dynasty's Yue Fei is here!"

  The Liao army was like facing a great enemy, on the one hand driving away the scattered fleeing civilians, on the other hand urgently closing the city gate and lifting the drawbridge, but seeing that the enemy had only one person, they were slightly relieved, and with a shout, they rushed over in large numbers.

  Xiao Wu knew that there was no time to delay, once the city gate closed and the drawbridge lifted, the enemy's hands and feet would be unable to escape. He quickly targeted the Liao army commander who was directing on horseback and shot him down with an arrow, first making the enemy lose their leader.

  Wang Gui and his men, who had been waiting in ambush, saw Xiao Wu fire an arrow and immediately charged out on horseback, riding straight at the Liaodong army infantrymen who were rushing towards them on foot, without even considering that the long spears glinting in their enemies' hands were a weapon well-suited to countering cavalry.

  Hearing the sound of horseshoes behind him, Xiao Wu took a deep breath, his right hand flying as he drew an arrow and strung his bow, not even taking aim before shooting out the astonishing "Thirty-six Star Constellations".

  Seeing the Liao army falling down in front of them, Wang Gui and others did not dare to delay, whistling a sound, passing over Xiao Wu, holding a wooden knife horizontally on horseback, like cutting grass, knocking down those Liao soldiers who were stunned by Xiao Wu's archery skills and had not died yet. Like autumn leaves blown away by the wind, they rushed through the nearly closed city gate and the half-raised drawbridge, bursting out of the city.

  All this happened so suddenly that the remaining dozens of Liao soldiers were like waking up from a dream, and only then did they confirm that the enemy was indeed just this one person standing in the street. But this man's archery skills were truly unbelievable, and for a moment they didn't dare to approach him. On the one hand, they blew whistles to summon reinforcements, and on the other hand, they closed the city gate tightly, wanting to catch him off guard like a turtle in a jar.

  Seeing the backs of his comrades disappear, Xiao Wu's eyes revealed a hint of relief, and he slowly let out a long breath. Without haste, he removed the empty quiver from his back and replaced it with a new one, feeling no more worries in his heart.

  When the Liao army arrived at the north gate, they found that there was only one enemy soldier. The leading Liao general was extremely angry and scolded the guard severely. After hearing the explanation, he still didn't believe it and ordered a team of cavalry to capture this Song soldier alive, wanting to see what kind of godly being he was.

  These Liao cavalrymen have been slaughtering the Song army for days, how could they put a mere archer in their sights? Relying on their thick armor and swift horses, they brandished their spears and clubs, charging forward like wind and lightning.

  Xiao Wu took another deep breath, and it was another round of "36 Star Constellations". The dozens of riders who were charging at the front were suddenly shot down from their horses like being hit by a wave. All of them had an arrow through their throat, not one survived. This scared the Liao soldiers behind them so much that they all pulled their horses back and turned around, no longer daring to take another step forward.

  The surrounding houses behind the wall, however, were filled with a string of exclamations. It turned out that it was the people of Yanjing who were watching the battle. Unlike the Song people who advocated for Wen and suppressed Wu, the Liao people still retained the tradition of respecting the strong and revering martial arts from previous generations. Although this Song soldier had killed so many Liao soldiers, he had instead won the respect of the people, including even the Liao army.

  Xiao Wu grasped his bow, unmoving, his head spinning dizzily. The "Thirty-six Star Formation" was the most exhausting, and he usually needed to rest for half a day after shooting one round. Today, however, he had fired two rounds in succession, and with an empty stomach and weakened body, it was already a strain just to keep himself upright. At this moment, if even one Liao soldier dared to come forward, Xiao Wu could easily capture him.

  This archery is too... Liao Jiang was surprised to open his mouth wide, staring at the not tall or short figure of Song Zu standing in the morning mist, and finally believed the words of the guard. A deputy general came forward and suggested using bow and arrow to pierce this Song Zu with ten thousand arrows and end the matter. However, Liao Jiang insisted on capturing Xiao Wu alive and dispatched a team of armored infantrymen holding giant shields to advance.

  Facing a circle of shrinking shield wall, Xiao Wu finally caught his breath and pulled out five arrows from his quiver, one on the string, and the other four tucked in his sleeve, he could kill as many as he could.

  He exerted all his strength, wanting to use his super strong bow power to pierce the shield and armor again, killing the enemy and establishing his dominance. Who knew that with a "twang" sound, the string would break and the bow would shatter? He only then realized that the bow in his hand was not the usual large bow he used. Although he still had a spare bow, how could it possibly pierce the shield and armor? Xiao Wu let out a long sigh, relaxed his arms, abandoned his bow and threw away his arrows, ready to die for his country.

  The sun finally came out and shone on this long street, where Xiao Wu was surrounded by a group of corpses and a circle of shield-bearing soldiers.

  Xiao Wu didn't even glance at the approaching Liao soldiers, instead gazing at his own long and narrow shadow. He felt a hint of self-mockery - no heroic history would be left behind, only a stone monument with his name on it. In any case, he would die wrapped in horsehide, not having lived in vain.

  He turned his head to the east, almost greedily staring at that red sun, so charmingly red, like the cheeks of a young girl from a good family. He then thought of his three-year-old son, to whom he had originally intended to pass on his own martial arts skills and ambitions. Was it really going to be this easy to give up?

  Xiao Wu's eyes once again showed a lingering attachment to the mundane world. His role models, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, were heroes who could behead enemy generals in an army of millions. The Liao army before him was only a few hundred men, and he wasn't entirely without hope. With just one gun and one horse, it wasn't impossible for him to kill his way out...

  Xiao Wu's eyes moved slightly, falling on the corpse of a Liao army cavalryman he had shot and killed not far away. His long spear was slanted into the ground, his horse still wandering around its owner... With gun and horse ready, how should they break out? Xiao Wu's eyes moved again, shifting to the gate tower's rampart entrance, whereupon it lit up...

  That circle of shield-bearing soldiers, for the little five who ignored their own existence and seemed to have given up resistance, still approached slowly, not daring to be careless in the slightest. Because a true warrior would never surrender easily, they would definitely fight to the death. His feet still had a pile of arrow shafts, his back still had a bow, heaven knows what kind of resistance he would put up?

  The little five, who had been standing still like a mountain, suddenly moved, moving as swiftly as a rabbit, taking several arrow-steps to jump in front of the cavalry corpse, pulling out the long spear, flipping over onto the saddle, shaking the reins and hitting the horse, barely jumping over the heads of the shield-bearing soldiers, rushing straight towards the city gate.

  Liao couldn't help but laugh, this Song soldier still had arrows left, yet he dared to charge towards the tightly closed city gate. Wasn't he trying to die for his country? Well, let's fulfill his wish! This veteran Liao general, who had been through a hundred battles, swung his wolf-toothed club and rode forward to meet him. The other Liao soldiers cheered and shouted in support, but did not advance to surround and attack.

  These Liao troops gave Xiao Wu the greatest respect, treating him with the courtesy of a single challenge between two armies in front of their formations. Perhaps the ferocity and bloodthirstiness of the Khitan ancestors had been absorbed by the mediocre Han culture, but the Liao people on the battlefield still had the blood nature of paying homage to the strong, even if it meant sacrificing their own lives. It was precisely because of this that the remaining 100,000 Song troops with only sheep-like qualities could only face the outcome of being humiliated by these lone wolves.

  And this crushing defeat will inevitably awaken the dormant ancestral ferocity in the hearts of some Han people, Xiao Wu being one of them. His eyes narrowed, staring at the Liao general getting closer and closer to him, his long spear quivering, shouting loudly in his heart: "You've come just in time!"

  Two riders crossed paths in an instant, sparks flying everywhere as they brushed past each other.

  Wu's arms went numb, and the spear in his hand almost flew out due to the wolf-tooth club. Normally, with his strength, he shouldn't have been unable to withstand it, but he was at a disadvantage because of his weapon. The wooden pole spear was no match for the enemy general's iron spear, which could withstand a hard collision. The enemy general's wolf-tooth club swept over with the force of the horse, carrying the power of a thousand pounds. If an ordinary person tried to block it with their spear, even if the spear shaft didn't break, their arms would definitely be fractured.

  Liao was also secretly shocked. In the past, with this move, either the enemy would be knocked off their horse or they would lose their life directly. This astonishing archery skill of the Song soldier was unexpectedly matched by his impressive spear skills. Who says that the Southern Dynasty has no heroes? If he knew that this Song soldier was actually a rookie who had just experienced his first battle on horseback, he might be even more shocked.

  "Kill the Song dog! Kill the Song dog!"

  Xiao Wu was about to charge straight at the city gate, but he turned his head back amidst a chorus of "Song dog" shouts. For several days, his ears had been filled with this phrase, spoken in different voices by men and women, young and old. Why did even the Han people of Liao country look down on the Song people, who shared the same ancestors? He wanted to prove to the Liao people that there were also men of integrity among the Song people, not just pigs and dogs!

  Two riders clashed again, Xiao Wu's single arm held the spear upright, his eyes blazing with fire yet remaining calm. Although it was his first cavalry battle, he had at least experienced facing heavy infantry before. His mind simultaneously replayed scenes of his previous encounters with Hua and Shang, as clear as water flowing over rocks...

  Two riders clashed again, Xiao Wu this time did not hard frame, both hands empty grasp the gun handle, the gun head on the wolf tooth bar a knock, borrow force a turn, suddenly shot out, fast as lightning, right in Liao Jiang's chest, "Bang" shattered his chest armor mirror, still drilling inside, a blood column followed by venting...

  Liao Jiang only felt a sudden emptiness, and before he knew it, he was already suspended in mid-air. He looked at his abandoned horse in confusion, when suddenly a bright red blood flower splashed before his eyes. Only then did he realize that he had been pierced by the Song soldier's spear. With a unwilling gaze, his eyes closed, and he took his last breath.

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