Nine Yang Alchemy Emperor-Chapter 394 - 404: A Thousand Gallons of Pride

"Your Highness, you must escape quickly, it will be too late if we delay any further!"

The confidants who followed Prince Jianyun kept urging him. The fate of these servants was tied to that of Prince Jianyun. If something happened to the Prince, they would also suffer the consequences.

It’s fair to say that they were all grasshoppers on the same string—if the string breaks, no one would have an easy time.

"Escape? Would I, a prince, be so frightened by a few rebels that I’d flee in panic? What a joke that would be!"

"Send the order down, accelerate the attack on the city. Break through Blood Sun City before the rebel army arrives."

Prince Jianyun’s face turned ferocious as he gave the order vehemently.

He personally took up his sword and went to the front lines to supervise the battle. Anyone who dared not fight to the death would be killed.

Prince Jianyun understood very well that fleeing would make him a laughingstock to all under heaven. Moreover, in terms of morale, it would mean he had already lost one round to Chu Feng.

All the efforts of these days, the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, would have been for naught.

Taking Blood Sun City was a must. As long as he could kill the Chu Brothers before the three old marshals stationed at the border arrived, the overall situation would be settled.

The three old marshals would have to kneel, confess their crimes, and beg for mercy.

Under the personal supervision of Prince Jianyun, the innocent soldiers could only be pitied. They continued to charge towards the city walls, climbing up with ladders against the fortifications.

Bolts from crossbows and cannon stones were relentlessly hurled towards the top of the walls, pressing down on the enemy forces defending the city.

As a result, after their desperate struggle to reach the top of the city walls, they faced the deadly bombardment of Chu Feng’s elite masters once again. Corpses fell like locusts, dropping at the foot of the city walls.

As time ticked away, the prospect of breaching Blood Sun City swiftly was clearly impossible.

"Your Highness, we should really make a quick escape!" a general couldn’t help but urge.

Pff!

With the Top-grade Divine Weapon Taia Sword in his hand, Prince Jianyun immediately executed the garrison commander.

"Whoever dares to advise me again will be executed on the spot! Attack!"

Under such bloody coercion, the soldiers had no choice but to grit their teeth and continue the siege.

Chu Feng had only used four Sword Saints and one hundred Great Sword Masters so far. Most of his trump cards had not been played yet. Defending Blood Sun City for a short period was not an issue at all.

"Do not panic, Prince Jian, old marshal Mu Ziqing is leading troops to your aid!"

"Border Commander Guo Fu is bringing reinforcements to support Prince Jian!"

"Border Commander Qiu Ba is coming to the rescue!"

The three old marshals, each leading a force of one hundred thousand, arrived in an imposing manner. Together, they made up a military force of three hundred thousand.

Moreover, unlike the forces from the central lands of the Jianyun Dynasty, these were border garrison troops. Each one of them was battle-hardened through blood and fire, with rich combat experience. Each could take on ten foes alone.

"I am the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace. You three must kneel down immediately and surrender to receive a lighter punishment. Otherwise, I will annihilate your nine clans and eradicate your families!"

Sitting high on his war chariot, Prince Jianyun shouted fiercely towards the three old marshals and their numerous commanders and soldiers.

"What Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, Crown Prince of the Western Palace? We do not recognize any. Kill them!"

All three old marshals were old followers of Prince Jian, deeply indebted to him. They had come to assist Chu Feng and avenge Sword King Mansion. They had already contemplated the consequences clearly.

In the past, Prince Jian was foolishly loyal and refused to rise in rebellion.

Now, with Chu Feng in charge, he would not be so naive. He dared to lead an army of fifty thousand to stand against Prince Jianyun’s vast force of five hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, demonstrating overwhelming combat strength.

He simply consumed nearly four hundred thousand of Prince Jianyun’s troops.

It was this half-month-long fierce battle that established the formidable reputation of Chu Feng.

With the arrangements of Li Shishi, the ’Poison Tongue,’ spreading various rumors in favor of Chu Feng throughout the Jianyun Dynasty, the old units of Prince Jian were naturally thrilled.

Eagerly inspired, they led their troops to defect and provide support.

After all, Prince Jian from the bygone days was known as a war deity who swept across the eight desolates. Wherever his blade pointed, the enemy would invariably surrender.

Chu Jianlan’s rebellion did not earn any fame, and even ended in utter defeat, forcing him to hold up in Blood Sun City.

But now, with Chu Feng in charge, the situation immediately reversed.

This also increased Chu Feng’s reputation greatly, and many even believed that Chu Feng was truly Prince Jian’s dragon seed, the new generation’s Prince Jian.

Following such a master brought hope to the people. Naturally, they were willing to come and seek refuge.

"Open the city gates, charge out!"

Chu Feng stood proudly atop the city walls, clad in his Commander Armor, his gallant figure imposing and awe-inspiring.

He was evidently the likeness of a True Dragon among men. This made the three old marshals and their subordinates even more joyful, as if they had taken a tranquilizer, calm and assured.

Instinctively feeling that following Chu Feng, one could achieve rank and prestige, and be appointed as a noble or minister.

It’s like when engaging with others; you see someone genuine and capable, and you can’t help but be convinced by them.

If you come across someone who’s all talk with an air of self-importance, you’ll immediately frown. They’re unreliable; you should stay away and not consort with them.

"Prince Jian, your life is worth ten thousand gold; you must not put yourself in danger. Allow us to repel the enemy first, then escort you out of the city," the three old marshals anxiously advised Chu Feng against opening the gates to meet them, trying to prevent him from facing the risks.

For that would indeed be too dangerous.

"A true man does not fear death! Better to live a resounding life than to survive as a coward!"

"The three old marshals and their soldiers, fearless in the face of death, have traveled thousands of miles to aid me, Chu Feng. How could this prince let you down?"

"If I dare not even open the gates to welcome you, then I am unworthy to be Prince of the Sword King Mansion!"

The words of Chu Feng were filled with heroic spirit; they were truly impassioned.

The three old marshals’ eyes shone with admiration, and their three hundred thousand soldiers were boiling with rage and passion.

"A warrior will die for the one who understands him! To give one’s life for such an enlightened master is worth it even in death!"

"Kill!"

The three hundred thousand soldiers, in unison, raised a mighty roar, forming tidy ranks, and charging frantically at the Remnant Army of Prince Jianyun.

Chu Feng opened the city gates and led his troops out directly.

To meet the three old marshals and join forces with them.

Chu Feng, wielding the Demon Slaying Sword and riding the Red Rabbit Steed, was guarded by many experts. On his way out, he was unstoppable, as if entering a land with no resistance, with no enemy able to block his path.

"Prince Jianyun, you trash, you will be captured alive today!"

Chu Feng displayed his wild and unrestrained nature, charging straight towards the Central Army Position where Prince Jianyun was located.

The soldiers under Prince Jianyun, although still numbering over a hundred thousand, included many who were conscripted on short notice. Seeing the fierce and formidable Chu Feng and his men, their legs turned to jelly with fear.

Instantly, they scattered like birds and beasts, cursing themselves for not having more legs, completely disregarding military discipline, and fleeing in all directions.

"Retreat!"

Prince Jianyun’s face turned pale with fear. He had never before seen such a formidable sight.

Whether it was the troops led by Chu Feng or the border army led by the three old marshals, all were like ferocious wolves and tigers. No one dared to stand in their way.

Nor could anyone withstand them.

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