I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 342 - 262: Beacon Fires

"Whoosh—"

On the battlefield, this arrow flew silently, yet carried a deadly momentum.

Lu Jian slightly opened his eyes, raised his heavy halberd to block a slash from a Yan Country soldier, turned his body with all his strength, and the arrow feathers grazed his abdomen, drawing a stream of blood.

Lu Jian fell to the ground, struggling to stand up, but heard Gu Lan’s clear and bright voice echoing across the chaotic battlefield:

"Lu Jian is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

"General, General... hurry, you must escape, I will cover the retreat!" The lieutenant somehow made his way to his side, helping him up, and shouted loudly.

Lu Jian looked at him, dumbfounded, and asked, "Don’t you hate me?"

It was he who led them into a battle destined to be lost.

The lieutenant replied, "I do."

"Then why?" Lu Jian murmured complexly.

The lieutenant’s pale lips curved up slightly, looking at the distant Mystic Armor General, he said:

"I am far less intelligent than the Great General and you, but I know that since Dingyuan Marquis has arrived, we, despite being thousands of miles away, will surely achieve a great victory—"

"Pfft!"

An arrow from who knows where pierced through the lieutenant’s chest.

The lieutenant didn’t even have a chance to finish his half-word before he fell to the ground with a plop, raising dust and splattering blood.

Lu Jian sobbed and shed a hot tear, trembling as he covered the lieutenant’s face with his hand, closing his eyes for him.

Lu Jian thought that as long as he could help his master, he was willing to die countless deaths, but now, seeing his former subordinates fall before him, a tinge of regret rose in his heart.

"You’re right, we are thousands of miles away from a great victory." Lu Jian said to the lieutenant’s corpse, as if reassuring himself as well.

He shouted loudly, suppressing the turmoil in his body, and stood up.

Rong Heng saw Gu Lan and Wei Chengyuan appear, so he confidently withdrew his gaze from the rear of the Wei Army camp and focused on stopping the remaining troops retreating to the east side.

The already exhausted Lu Jian, holding his heavy halberd, staggered toward the Pingnan Army’s commander’s chariot.

Rong Heng raised his long sword, behind him was the commander’s chariot and the Xiao Family Army flag, and the deep, low sound of the horn resounded across the battlefield.

"The momentum of the charge, advance without retreat!

The resolve of the assault, death without life!"

These have been the slogans of the Pingnan Army since its formation.

Suddenly, the long sword fell.

Lu Jian had no time to evade, yet a Wei Army soldier on the side flew over and pinned him to the ground, allowing him to dodge Rong Heng’s fatal sword strike.

But that soldier was already dead.

He looked up and saw Rong Heng standing in front of him, bright red blood dripping from the sharp blade in his hand.

On the ground, in front of him, it was all covered in blood, the blood of the Wei people.

Lu Jian knew he was a sinner, he knew he was going to die.

The youth’s dark eyes flickered with arrogance, but were restrained and collected, a calm and indifferent gaze, reminding Lu Jian of Pingnan Marquis Xiao Jing, someone he admired in Yan Country but was killed by his own people.

The person in front of him was his grandson.

Dying at Rong Heng’s hands was a fitting end.

Lu Jian suddenly felt a bit dazed, although Rong Heng bore no resemblance to his master, yet he saw visions of his master commanding with vigor and spirit flashing before him.

This person might be his master’s greatest opponent in the future, but he no longer had the strength to lift his sword.

Rong Heng’s lips slightly pursed, looking at Lu Jian lying on the ground, covered in blood and on the verge of death, he said:

"General Lu, this battle is as you wished."

Lu Jian slightly nodded, blood flowing from his mouth, "Yes, thank you... for fulfilling it."

He turned his head, looking at the desolation, his gaze filled with sorrow, slowly yielding to resignation.

"Prince Xiang, that man, is he really Dingyuan Marquis?"

Rong Heng followed his gaze, looking at the Mystic Armor General who always followed by Gu Lan’s side, protecting her.

That was certainly not Gu Chengzhao, even though Gu Chengzhao received a secret order from Rong Jing to bring twenty thousand Dingyuan Army to march, he trusted his daughter more, and since Gu Lan said the Northern Territory couldn’t do without him, he didn’t come.

Wei Chengyuan’s mask had fallen during the battle, revealing a cold and sharp face, calmly and silently guarding Gu Lan.

No way could that face belong to Dingyuan Marquis, stained with blood, no one noticed his resemblance to Wei Junzhuo.

Only Lu Jian’s eyes were covered in blood, he already couldn’t see clearly in front of him, at the end of his vision, there were just dim shadows of light.

Rong Heng withdrew his gaze, he didn’t tell Lu Jian the truth and said softly:

"Yes, the Marquis led twenty thousand Dingyuan Army on a long-distance raid, Yan Army achieved a great victory."

Lu Jian’s lips curved upwards.

He crawled on the ground, picked up a broken sword, and propped himself up.

Then, he struggled to open his eyes wide, instinctively looking southward.

That was the direction of Bian.

A cold flash streaked across Lu Jian’s neck.

Su Yi arrived, and as he saw Lu Jian, already dead, still facing the Wei corpses, he seemed touched.

"Lu Jian is dead."

Rong Heng said lightly.

Su Yi responded, "I will cut off his head and hang it up, then these Wei people will completely believe, and they will surrender more straightforwardly."

Rong Heng shook his head, "No need, just... bury him." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Not cutting off his head was to honor his death in battle, sacrificing himself;

Not giving him a grand burial was because he massacred innocent Yan Country citizens, Rong Heng would not forgive an enemy general’s past sins on behalf of deceased civilians.

Su Yi nodded, then continued to shout with the soldiers:

"Lu Jian is dead, those who surrender will not be killed!"

Many weapons were thrown to the ground by surrendering Wei Army, many spirited soldiers were still fighting.

The morning sun rose, lavishly bathing the battlefield with its pale golden light.

If there were gods in the world, looking down upon the earth from the heavens, they would see on this vast field, Yan Army carving through from four directions, like massive scythes or fan blades, gradually eroding and consuming seventy thousand Wei Army into a misty red color, and perhaps see that these Yan Army were merely twenty thousand defenders within Yinzhou City.

And countless soldiers of Wei Country, until death, believed they faced the Dingyuan Army from thousands of miles away.

Gesang, with his Qiangrong cavalry, frantically broke through a gap he forcefully created, and fled.

He didn’t know where he could escape to, but he wasn’t ready to die yet.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, Gesang saw a silver figure attacking like a specter.

He quickly raised his curved sword and shield to block, and heard a "clang" as the long spear and shield clashed, sparking a shower of sparks.

"Gu—"

However, he didn’t even have time to shout the next word before Gu Lan’s spear cut through his throat!

The morning sun adorned the youth’s silver armor with a brilliant golden hue, and her crimson cloak billowed behind her like a pure and resplendent light, proudly poised between heaven and earth.

Gesang fell from his horse, his brown eyes reflecting the color of the sky, before turning a bleak gray.

Rong Baoyi, clad in light armor, rode over from the other end of the battlefield.

Her clothes and armor were torn, her long sword stained with blood, and though her face was pale, her eyes were excited and fervent.

"Gu Lan, the Qiangrong Light Cavalry that fled over there have all been chased down and killed by Tang Zhan and me."

Gu Lan looked at the corpse on the ground and said:

"From now on, there will be no more Qiangrong people at the Southern Border."