Chapter 152: Bing Wengu Executes Wu Yake, Breaks into the City

Chapter 152: Bǐng Wēngù Slays Wuyake and Breaches the City

Wuyake no longer felt the pain from his wounds,

his heart was filled only with humiliation.

In plundering Fengzhou, their Xiongnu people had always been adept; over the years, not a single general had been injured in attacking Fengzhou.

The Xiongnu had long treated Fengzhou as a rear supply depot, ready to be raided whenever needed. Yet these sheep, so docile, had actually wounded him, the esteemed third prince of the Xiongnu tribe!

If he returned in such a wretched state, he could only imagine the ridicule and mockery that awaited him, especially from his elder brother Bugya. They would surely use this as a reason to attack him, and the generals on the steppe would look down on him. Wuyake might very well lose his right to succession.

Wuyake’s dark eyes fixed on Bǐng Wēngù like those of a mad lion, his anger and shame driving him to want nothing more than to tear Bǐng Wēngù apart to avenge this humiliation.

"Kill them all! Not one shall be left alive!!!" Wuyake roared in fury.

"Sir, the boiled soybeans you requested have arrived," a soldier panted as he ran up to the city wall to report.

"Have the soldiers scatter the boiled soybeans from the city wall," Bǐng Wēngù ordered.

"Yes, sir."

The soldiers carried bucket after bucket of soybeans and poured them down. The soybeans were still warm, emitting a fragrant aroma.

The horses ridden by the Xiongnu, smelling the scent of the beans, stopped and began to eat the aromatic soybeans on the ground.

"Yah, yah, yah!!!"

"Move, don’t eat, go!"

No matter how the Huns urged, the horses just lowered their heads to eat beans.

Some horses even found the Huns on their backs annoying, disturbing their peace while eating beans, and directly shook them off.

Other Huns had no choice but to jump down themselves.

Wuyake saw this scene and hated it even more, "Damn, cunning people of Dayong, using such a trick!"

Jung Lin stood on the city wall, clearly seeing the chaotic Hun soldiers, and excitedly said to Bing Wengu, "Sir, you were truly farsighted."

Bing Wengu did not answer, threw away his bow, snatched the large saber from Jung Lin's hand, hid Nan Jinping behind Jung Lin, and said to him, "Protect my husband well."

Jung Lin hurriedly picked up a weapon from the ground and held it in his hand.

"Sir, what are you going to do!" Jung Lin sensed Bing Wengu's intention and exclaimed in fear, "Sir, you're just a scholar. Although you might know some martial arts and be quite skilled, Sir, you can't charge out alone! The Huns are not the frontier army, nor are they lambs waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Don't talk nonsense, protect the person!" Bing Wengu stepped onto the city wall, and Nan Jinping suddenly grabbed his clothes.

Bing Wengu turned back, and in the flickering torchlight, Nan Jinping's beautiful phoenix eyes looked even more striking. Her eyes held the firelight, the cruel war, and most importantly, him.

"Wengu." Nan Jinping, despite her worries and countless words, could only say, "Be careful."

"Alright." Bing Wengu gave Nan Jinping a deep look, then turned and stepped onto the city wall, leaping down into the fray.

Below, the crowd was dense. Bing Wengu descended like a heavenly warrior, each step landing precisely on the heads or shoulders of the soldiers, moving swiftly until he reached Wuyake.

Wuyake, seething with anger and eager to vent, saw Bing Wengu coming and thought he was courting death, urging his horse forward to meet him.

Bing Wengu's long saber cleaved the air, its force splitting the heavens, the wind around the blade fiercely cutting toward Wuyake.

Wuyake immediately blocked with his saber while seated on his horse, the clash of weapons sparking a flurry of sparks. The fierce wind made Wuyake squint his eyes.

At the same time, he felt the weight of the great saber in his hands growing heavier and heavier.

It felt as if what was pressing down on his blade was not another weapon but a mountain.

Wuyake gritted his teeth, yet he could not stop the blade from being pushed lower and lower, pressing down on him.

Just when Wuyake thought he could no longer hold on, there was a sharp crack, and suddenly he felt the weight on his hands lighten.

It turned out that at this critical moment, Lord Bing’s saber had broken. The saber in Lord Bing’s hand was a long saber taken from the jungle, whereas the one in Wuyake’s hand was a priceless treasure saber.

When a common long saber clashed with a treasure saber, the force that the treasure saber could withstand was too much for the common long saber, which broke directly. This was still because the jungle was a military envoy, and his weapon was better than those of ordinary soldiers; otherwise, it might have broken instantly upon impact.

Lord Bing stepped on the horse's head, flipped through the air, and with a broken saber, he slashed Wuyake off his horse.

Wuyake fell from the horse, rolling on the ground, and Lord Bing, holding the broken saber, slashed at Wuyake.

One slash hit Wuyake’s waist, another his chest, and the third directly severed his neck.

Blood spurted out like a geyser.

Wuyake’s eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief that he could be so easily killed by a civil official from Dayong. His eyes gradually lost their light, the dark pupils still reflecting his last moments of defiance.

Lord Bing used the broken saber to sever Wuyake’s neck, lifting his head and hanging it on the spear of a nearby Dayong soldier.

The soldier, holding Wuyake’s head, shouted excitedly, “The third prince of the Xiongnu, Wuyake, has been slain by our Prefect of Fengzhou, Lord Bing! Surrender now or face the same fate!”

Seeing Wuyake’s head impaled on the spear, the morale of the Dayong soldiers soared, and they fought even more fiercely. In contrast, the Xiongnu soldiers, having lost their leader, became disheartened, and signs of desertion began to appear.

At this moment, Bing Wengu saw Juncong signaling to him from the city tower, and he knew something had gone wrong.

Bing Wengu leaped onto Wuyake's Flame Chestnut, an extraordinary steed that the Xiongnu Chanyu had gifted Wuyake on his birthday. This horse was intelligent and humane; when all the other horses couldn't resist the fragrant yellow beans, only Flame Chestnut refused to eat. Flame Chestnut recognized its master and would never carry anyone else, not even Feiman Chanyu. It naturally did not want to carry Bing Wengu, the murderer of its master.

Bing Wengu pulled the reins with one hand and struck Flame Chestnut's side with the flat of his blade with the other.

Flame Chestnut was fiercely spirited and refused to submit, rearing up and neighing, trying to throw Bing Wengu off.

Bing Wengu lost his patience and released a mental pressure. A powerful mental force overwhelmed Flame Chestnut, forcing it to kneel on the ground under the intense pressure.

Bing Wengu slightly reduced his mental pressure, tightened the reins, and urged Flame Chestnut forward. This time, Flame Chestnut obediently carried Bing Wengu as they galloped ahead.

Bing Wengu, like a demon from hell, cut down one Xiongnu soldier after another, tearing open a path through the battlefield, and rode back to the city tower, his path paved with blood.

"Lord, it's bad!" As soon as Bing Wengu arrived, Juncong rushed down the tower, protecting Nan Jinping.

"The main gate has been breached by the Xiongnu, and now a group of their soldiers have entered the city!"

"Baili Wuoya, that useless fool!" Bing Wengu's face was so dark it could have dripped ink.

The walls at the main gate were reinforced with cement, making them easy to defend but hard to breach. For the Xiongnu to break through such defenses, Baili Wuoya was worse than useless.

Bing Wengu extended his hand to Nan Jinping, who took it, and he pulled her onto the horse.

"Prince Three is dead, and the remaining Xiongnu soldiers are demoralized and no longer a threat. Take your men and capture those you can, and kill those who refuse to surrender."

"Yes, Lord." Juncong immediately obeyed.

Bing Wengu led a cavalry unit and swiftly galloped into the city, chasing after the Xiongnu soldiers who had invaded.

Within the city, the arrival of the Xiongnu soldiers was no different from any previous time.

They burst into the homes of the civilians, burning and pillaging as they pleased. The civilians had learned from experience to hide when they heard the Xiongnu were coming.

The Xiongnu soldiers ransacked the houses, taking what they could carry and smashing what they couldn't, before setting everything ablaze.

One Xiongnu soldier said to another, "What's going on? I haven't seen a single woman this time! The Third Prince said that all the women we capture this time will belong to whoever captures them."

While searching through the house for valuables, the other soldier replied, "Last time, I killed the most people from Dàyōng, and when our merits were counted, the Third Prince rewarded me with a Dàyōng woman. You haven't tried it, but Dàyōng women are quite different from the women of the grasslands. They are more delicate and soft, making them especially enjoyable."

"You make me want to try it too, but where are the women?"

"They must have been warned in advance and are hiding. Look for the cellar, see if there is one."

The three Xiongnu soldiers continued their conversation as they searched for the cellar in the house.

The entrance to the cellar dug by the Dàyōng civilians was not well hidden, and the Xiongnu found it quickly.

"Here it is, both of you come over."

Excited, the Xiongnu soldier called out, holding a torch to shine into the cellar. At once, he saw Cóngshì and her family hiding inside.

"There really are women here, and two of them, one of them is even a little girl!"

The three Xiongnu soldiers let out excited cries, "There's also a boy, we can take him back too. Many people like Dàyōng boys; we might get a good price for him."

Excited, the Xiongnu soldiers descended into the cellar. Cóngshì and her two children, along with her paralyzed mother-in-law, were like meat on a chopping block to the Xiongnu, who paid them no heed.

The Xiongnu approached Cóngshì and the children, and she tried to protect them by shielding them behind her. But the strong Xiongnu soldier easily pulled her away, grabbing the children like chicks and dragging them up.

Cóngshì's paralyzed mother-in-law lay in the cellar, ignored by everyone. Despite being paralyzed and unable to help, she still shouted at Cóngshì, "Cóngshì, if you have any pride left, you should kill yourself. My son cannot afford to be disgraced! He absolutely cannot have a wife who has been defiled!"

Though Cóngshì knew her mother-in-law had many faults, she never imagined her heart could be so black, to be so merciless.