Chapter 314

Three days passed in a flash.

The Chu army launched no fewer than ten attacks on Changancheng, but all were repelled, with casualties on both sides.

The Chu soldiers at night were also numb.

They never knew when the Da Qian soldiers' voices would ring out, and even after being startled awake, some soldiers had already started lying on their beds, waiting for it to be quiet again.

Inside the Imperial Palace.

Gao Yang looked through the window of the Imperial Study toward the horizon.

The bright moon was covered by thick dark clouds, and the pale moonlight shone through the clouds onto the earth; the wind whistled, blowing the grass and trees into a sway.

Wu Zhao wore a golden-yellow dragon robe, her cold and noble face expressionless; she also seemed to realize something, her red lips parted slightly.

"Are we going to act?"

Gao Yang turned back, the bright moonlight shining on his face, and he said faintly, "A dark night with high winds is a night for killing; it is the perfect time to act."

"The east wind is blowing tonight; it is not only suitable for killing the enemy but also for setting fires. I ask Your Majesty to climb the walls of Changancheng with me to enjoy the good show in the Chu camp!"

Thinking of the gunpowder exploding in the Chu camp and alcohol and fire ravaging the Chu camp, even Gao Yang couldn't help but feel a bit excited.

A strange look suddenly appeared on Wu Zhao's face.

The night was originally very romantic, with monarch and subject enjoying the moon, drinking wine, and discussing world affairs; but here she was, following this Living Yama to watch the human purgatory in the Chu camp.

But thinking about it, it was truly hundreds of times more exciting than enjoying the moon!

Vermilion Bird Street.

At the city gate, the light of torches illuminated everything.

Wu Zhao looked at Lu Zhen with her phoenix eyes, "I leave this battle to you; if it truly cannot be done, then defend for a wave."

Lu Zhen wore iron armor, his face full of murderous intent.

"Your Majesty, just watch; tonight I will make the Chu army wail everywhere!"

Seeing this, Wu Zhao said nothing more.

Lu Zhen looked at the eight hundred elite soldiers in front of him.

Eight hundred elite soldiers daring to charge a camp of over a hundred thousand—even Lu Zhen, who had spent his life in the saddle and fought for over twenty years, felt it was unbelievable.

But for some reason, his blood was boiling little by little, and the hot blood in his chest was surging.

He had been at peace for too long, and had held power for too long.

Even when the Chu army reached the city walls, he had felt fear and even lost hope, once having the thought of retreating to the south to avoid the war.

Thinking about it now, it was truly a disgrace!

Where did that self go, who once wore iron armor on icy rivers, rode with golden spears and iron horses, and dared to charge into tens of thousands of enemy troops with a hundred cavalry?

He didn't know.

But he knew that at this very moment, that self from back then had returned!

If the spring breeze has pity for the flowers, can it allow him to be a youth again?