PFC Chapter 334 Fate Unknown? That means he's dead!
Chapter 334 Fate Unknown? That means he's dead!
The drums thundered, like a clattering clap of thunder, making people's eardrums buzz.
The procession, with torches lit, immediately stopped. The people looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and confusion.
I don't know why the drumbeat started, or what happened.
"Quickly, go and find out!"
King Murong Fuyun of Tuyuhun wrapped his clothes tighter around himself.
The wind was strong at night, making him feel cold all over.
These days, the internal disputes among the kingdoms of the Western Regions are endless. Today you quarrel with me, tomorrow I will fight with him.
They fought tooth and nail over supplies, territory, and women.
If this continues, they will collapse on their own before Lü Xiao even has a chance to fight.
He volunteered to lure Lü Xiao out of the pass so he could make a good impression on Shekui Khan.
Before they had even reached the halfway point, this strange thing happened.
In the pitch black, a deafening drumbeat suddenly erupted, louder than thunder and more eerie than the wailing of ghosts.
"Your Majesty, enemies! They're attacking from the front!"
The Tuyuhun scouts returned, their faces filled with terror, and they tumbled and fell off their horses.
"Quickly, put out the torches! Put them out now!"
Upon seeing this, Murong Fuyun shouted at the top of his lungs, wishing he could go up and stomp out the torches himself.
He looked ahead and, in the dim moonlight, saw a tall figure approaching.
Like a moving mountain, it is imposing.
It was so fast that it arrived in the blink of an eye.
It leaves no time to react, let alone escape.
The enemy's weapon was raised high, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
It was a halberd, its blade sharp and its light chilling.
"The Halberd of Fangtian... Lü Xiao!"
Murong Fuyun had only heard of Lü Xiao's name, which was very famous, but he had never seen him in person.
However, Lü Xiao's weapon, the unparalleled Fangtian Halberd, was known to everyone and famous throughout the world.
That halberd was Lü Xiao's symbol, the emblem of the Great Sui Dynasty's God of War.
"Die!"
Lu Xiao swung down his halberd, the immense power of which was accompanied by a whistling sound.
With a soft "plop," the enemy in front of him was cleaved in two, blood gushing out and splattering all over the ground.
With another swing of his halberd, several more men fell from their horses, their screams echoing through the night sky.
As for who he killed, Lü Xiao himself didn't know.
Anyway, it was pitch black and we couldn't see people's faces, so we just kept hacking away.
Whoever it is, anyone who gets in the way deserves to die.
"The Little White Dragon of the Waves is here!"
Yuwen Chenglong shouted his nickname, his voice booming and echoing through the night sky.
The silver spear flipped, its tip gleaming coldly, and the Tuyuhun soldiers fell from their horses one after another.
The drum band followed closely behind him, playing their instruments.
The sounds of suonas, gongs, drums, and horns never ceased.
On the contrary, it grew louder and more impassioned.
This greatly excited the surrounding soldiers, boosting their morale, and they charged forward with great shouts.
After fighting for so many years, this was the first time I had been chased by the sound of war drums to kill the enemy. It was a very strange feeling.
"I...I feel invincible!"
Xi Daoyi led the Qiang cavalry, full of energy, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
For him, although he couldn't understand what tune was being played along with the drums, whether it was in the Gong mode or Shang mode, or whether it was elegant music or popular music.
But it felt wonderful; every pore on my body was trembling.
In other words, they know how to burn, but not why it burns.
In short, it was incredibly inspiring, so inspiring that it made him forget about life and death.
"Your Highness, this seems to be the vanguard. It doesn't look like the main force; it looks more like a scout."
After a fierce battle, the enemy forces gradually collapsed, some dying and others fleeing, and only then did Pei Yuanqing speak.
Tell us something we don't know.
Yuwen Chenglong, carrying his silver spear, continued to gulp down his liquor, the strong liquor burning his throat.
With this little tune and some wine, he could conquer not only the Western Turks, but also the entire Western Regions.
"What kind of army is this?"
Even after the battle was over, Lü Xiao didn't know who the enemy he had killed was, and he hadn't even seen their banners.
"Your Highness, they are Tuyuhun people."
Dou Jin, a northwestern general who had dealt with the Western Regions, glanced at the enemy's armor and said.
"Continue west."
Lu Xiao hung the invincible halberd on the victory hook and gave the order again.
He regarded the enemy he encountered this time as nothing more than a stray dog on the roadside, something he would simply kick away.
"Your Highness, the fighting just now was quite loud, with drums and music that shook the heavens. It must have reached the Western Regions and they must have heard it by now."
Should we renegotiate and adjust our strategy?
Dou Jin spoke cautiously, riding up to Lü Xiao's side and lowering his voice.
If they hadn't encountered this group of enemies and hadn't caused such a commotion, they might have been able to launch a surprise attack on the Western Regions.
If the people of those countries weren't deaf at that moment, they would certainly have taken precautions and wouldn't have sat idly by and waited to be killed.
"Would I, the king, avoid his sharp edge?"
After Lü Xiao finished speaking, the Red Hare reared up and galloped off with a long neigh.
When he was the first to charge out, there was no need for any surprise attack or strategy.
The best strategy is to confront it head-on.
"Do you think I'd avoid his sharp edge? Keep the music playing, keep the dance going!"
Yuwen Chenglong uttered a single sentence, his silver spear in hand, exuding an imposing aura.
He's a pro at using someone else's power to intimidate others.
Having followed Lü Xiao for so long, I haven't learned anything else, but I have learned this.
Dou Jin watched Lü Xiao come and go like the wind, and swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
It is said that the King of Sui was very fierce in battle and had a fiery temper, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.
Others launch night raids, sneaking around cautiously, afraid of being discovered.
He launched a direct and fierce attack, openly and ostentatiously, as if he wanted the whole world to know that he had arrived.
The routed Tuyuhun people abandoned their armor and weapons, tumbling and crawling as they fled westward, quickly returning to the camps of the Western Regions kingdoms.
Without them needing to say more, the people here already knew about the war in the east.
The camp was in complete chaos, with everyone packing their belongings and preparing to flee.
After all, with such loud fighting and the clamor of gongs and drums, they weren't deaf; they had been awakened long ago.
"Where is Murong Fuyun?"
Shekui Khan, dressed in armor with a scimitar at his waist, stepped out of the main tent and asked the defeated soldiers of Tuyuhun a question.
"..."
The defeated soldiers of Tuyuhun looked at each other, completely bewildered, and none of them could answer the question.
Where did the king go?
Is he dead or alive?
No one knows.
"It looks like...it looks like it was chopped down?"
One of them spoke uncertainly, his voice growing softer and his head lowering further.
After all, their king had been at the forefront of the march.
The king has not returned yet, not even a trace of him, and his fate is unknown.
If one's fate is unknown, then they are dead!