Chapter 848

Zhang Bao, this Yellow Turban Army "remnant," first helped the 108 Stars of Liangshan "remnants" take revenge on Tang Luo.

Then Wu Song and the others helped Zhang Bao take revenge on the Great Cauldron.

Zhang Bao didn't care that the forces accumulated over decades would collapse in this revenge; the true elite and wealth, he had secretly transferred.

The rest were expendable.

After this, this "Old Yellow" would have a fish-dead-net-broken ending with the Celestial Jia Rong.

Then the Great Cauldron would gain a group of terrifying avengers.

A group of avengers, constantly preparing, aside from their own identities, everything else was not concealed.

The others saw Old Yellow's determination to defend his homeland and were gradually influenced.

At this time, Old Yellow was like a banner, attracting more and more people to stand with him.

To outsiders, it seemed he could truly contend with Jia Rong, and even among the five that day, someone thought so.

For a time, Old Yellow won people's hearts and became the uncrowned king of the Chaotic City.

But this uncrowned king who looked like he could wrestle Jia Rong, was sneering.

Winning hearts, great things can be done? Ridiculous.

Originally he also believed, but after the Yellow Turban Army's destruction, he no longer believed.

Human hearts are the most unreliable thing.

The Chaotic City, from its original chaos, became "stable," like the night before a violent rainstorm, with wind filling the tower.

This "full" refers to one month's time.

Haven't the Jia family arrived yet?

They've waited so long they're almost moldy, their initial momentum worn out by waiting—why haven't they come?

Although the people haven't arrived, the supplies and wealth sent by the Cheng family are steadily arriving.

Some people are torn, wondering whether to scheme against these things.

And they feel that once they move on these things, it's truly a fight to the death, impossible to survive, and for a time they're agonizingly torn.

As time passed, the originally united atmosphere had almost dissipated.

"What the hell is that guy doing?"

This is many people's question; originally the Chaotic City's news was very well-informed, but now, with the air of a "great decisive battle," news is delayed instead.

After multiple inquiries and investigations, they discovered Jia Rong leading his ten thousand troops, halfway through, suddenly turned back and headed for the Great Cauldron.

In just one month, he already took down ten cities!

Yes, Jia Rong for no apparent reason moved against the Great Cauldron, a month-long long-distance raid, directly capturing ten rather important cities.

And they were three cities of the Wei King, three of the Wu King, four of the Shu King, with equal distribution.

After capturing the cities, he did not disturb the people, did not plunder, did not occupy; after a circuit, he directly left. The only spoils were warhorses, and now he has genuinely forged ten thousand cavalry.

The most excessive thing he did was to plant the "Jia" banner on others' city towers.

He planted it in ten cities.

At first, people completely didn't understand what Jia Rong and his people were doing……

After capturing several cities, people gradually came to their senses, probably just showing off military strength.

Originating from the Great Qian, having fought the Great Yin, then fighting the Great Cauldron is natural and proper, no problem.

Upon receiving the news, the Avengers Alliance almost fainted outright; we are here fighting with our backs to the water, everything is ready.

Result: you ran off to the Great Cauldron?

Do you even have us in your eyes at all!

The Chaotic City's "Anti-Jia Rong Alliance" is also furious; this isn't being looked down on, but being completely ignored.

Zhang Bao simply incited the crowd, planning to strike at the supplies and wealth sent by the Cheng family.

Result: before they could act, they found those things had already completely disappeared.

Ao Yu Lie took time to come once, took everything away, and has already started using it with Zhu Ba Jie for the construction of the Number One City under Heaven.

By the way, he told Tang Luo about the Chaotic City's situation; Tang Luo didn't take it to heart at all, continuing to roam freely within the Great Cauldron's territory.

As for the current situation, building a city is nowhere near as fun as dealing with the Three Kingdoms' famous generals.

Tang Luo thinks it's fun.

The faces of the Three Kingdoms' famous generals, however, are not pleasant.

Shu territory, the domain of Shu King Liu Bei.

One city is Tang Luo's next target; "next" means very close, close enough to be within arrow range.

The city's defender, who had a prior encounter with Tang Luo, is the veteran general among the Five Tiger Generals, Huang Zhong.

Old but vigorous, a martial arts master's cultivation, very capable in combat.

Looking at the approaching army, on the city wall, Huang Zhong's expression was not pleasant.

He turned and descended from the wall, the city gate opened, he walked out alone on a single horse, with no one behind him.

Duel before the battle!

After the duel, then attack the city—this is the basic operation of warfare.

Huang Zhong need not worry; the enemy charges forward in a swarm, surrounds him, and kills him.

Ten thousand cavalry, mighty in momentum, came to an abrupt halt within half-arrow range before Huang Zhong.

Huang Zhong looked at the leading figure before him: one in white robes, riding a white tall horse—the Celestial Jia Rong.

"Xuan Zun, you've passed." Huang Zhong looked at Tang Luo and said, neither humble nor arrogant.

The title "Xuan Zun" was transmitted from the Great Qian.

"No." Tang Luo smiled and shook his head.

Huang Zhong said nothing more, silently taking down the great bow from his back: "Who comes?"

After capturing ten cities in succession, Jia Rong never lifted a hand; he had always been merely an onlooker. Those who acted were all the women of the Jia family.

Behind Tang Luo, a horse slowly stepped forward, upon which sat a woman not wearing armor.

Huang Zhong frowned, for a moment unable to recall who this person was.

Among the Jia family's guardians, the two most famous were naturally the masked ones: the Weeping Death God Lin Daiyu and the Smiling Yama Xue Baochai.

Although the others were not weak, compared to these two, they inevitably fell into the "and so on" category.

The one now appearing was precisely such an "and so on."

Huang Zhong felt a little angry; he was old, it was true, and if he truly fought, he would indeed be no match for the other four.

But he is a grandmaster!

"Jia Yingchun, I pay my respects, General Huang." Tang Luo's side sent forth Jia Yingchun to do battle.

The four Jia daughters, who ought to have sighed, were Jia Yuanchun, Jia Yingchun, Jia Tanchun, and Jia Xichun.

The eldest, Jia Yuanchun, is now a noble consort in the Great Qian dynasty; when Tang Luo and his army marched against Great Yin, she visited her family and even sent a message to Huaguo Mountain.

Before leaving Great Qian, the Jia daughters entered the palace to see Jia Yuanchun—no tearful wailing, for though Jia Yuanchun had wanted to cry, seeing her sisters so happy, she suddenly could not shed a tear, just like Lady Jia.

It was not that the Jia daughters were unfeeling or unrighteous, but in their view, traveling back and forth between the First City Under Heaven and the Great Qian capital was a very easy matter.

If they missed their kin, they could return at any time.

Ranked second among the four daughters was Jia Yingchun, daughter of Jia She and cousin of Jia Baoyu.

Of a dull nature, kind and gentle, timid and weak, she was called "Two Blockhead" by some of the Jia family's servants.

Now Jia Yingchun also appeared quiet and unassuming, with little presence, showing no trace of mountain or river.

Her reputation even fell short of that of the striking maid Qingwen.

"... Can't speak at all." Huang Zhong stared at Jia Yingchun and muttered.

If it were a normal male warrior, he would have already bellowed and spat out a tirade.

"What does 'old general' mean? Am I really that old? I just look older—haven't you heard of growing stronger with age?"

But facing this quiet little girl like a chicken, Huang Zhong could not well launch into a tirade, merely drawing the knife at his waist: "Little girl, it's not too late to regret now."

If they truly fought, he would not care about the opponent's identity.

"Hmm." Jia Yingchun nodded, taking down the bow from her back.

"This is, a bow?" Huang Zhong narrowed his eyes.

As a divine archer, he naturally would not fail to recognize a bow; a single glance could tell its quality.

But the bow before him, Huang Zhong was uncertain of its quality, even unsure whether it was truly a bow.

Because it looked too unusual, it appeared as if two bows were crossed together, forming an X shape.

Moreover, both ends (four ends) had small round discs (pulleys), and the structure was extremely complex.

This reminded Huang Zhong of Zhuge Liang's invented repeating crossbow; the bow Jia Yingchun held was far more complex than that.

Naturally very complex, for this is a modern compound bow, crafted by Zhu Bajie's hand, and still an upgraded xianxia version of the compound bow.

In Zhu Bajie's words, it looks like a bow, but it is actually a cannon.

In Jia Yingchun's hands, the power it can unleash can match that of the arrow Tang Luo casually threw out.

Jia Yingchun's quiet nature makes her well-suited to be an archer, even... an assassin.

"You want to use a bow and arrow against me?" Huang Zhong asked, feeling he was being psychologically attacked for the third time.

Jia Yingchun said nothing, nodded, drew the arrow from the quiver, nocked it on the bow, slowly raised it, and aimed at Huang Zhong.

Draw the bow!

Huang Zhong's expression instantly turned grave; in the moment Jia Yingchun drew the bow, he suddenly felt a tremendous sense of danger descend.

His body jerked sideways, true qi surging, as he protected his entire body while his steel blade, forged through a thousand tempers, chopped forward with force.

The immense force came upon him, nearly making him lose his grip on the blade in his hand.

His body also swayed, only a step away from falling from his horse.

In that instant, the arrow that arrived before him, with its tremendous force, made both his arms feel somewhat numb; fortunately, his chop also succeeded in deflecting the arrow off course.

"Boom."

The sound of shattering and collapsing came from the oblique rear.

Huang Zhong could not help but turn his head to look; the solid city gate had already completely shattered and collapsed, revealing the garrison soldiers behind, face to face, always ready to sally forth.

Moreover, the blade in Huang Zhong's hand was now reduced to only the hilt.

This arrow, Huang Zhong dared not guarantee he could shoot himself.

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, Huang Zhong heard the sound of drawing a bow again, and instinctively shouted.

At the same time, he flipped his body, and a sharp, howling wind swept over him, leaving a large pit on the city wall behind him.

It nearly shot through the solid city wall with a single arrow.

Now that they had truly fought, Jia Yingchun would not say "wait a moment" to anyone.

Dismounting, Huang Zhong took down the bow from his back, nocked an arrow, drew the bow, and in an instant had already aimed at Jia Yingchun.

Jia Yingchun sat on her horse, maintaining the posture of drawing the bow.

Neither moved, for both understood: whoever moved would die, or rather, when both arrows were loosed, there was a ninety percent chance they would perish together.

Huang Zhong's heart was filled with bitterness; the venerable divine archer and old general had actually been driven by a little girl to the point of mutual destruction.

Jia Yingchun, however, had a calm expression, still somewhat wooden, maintaining the bow-drawing posture without speaking.

A natural divine archer, Huang Zhong sighed in his heart.

"Charge!"

At this moment, Tang Luo waved his hand, and the ten thousand cavalry behind him charged toward the city ahead.

You just keep facing off like this; we'll go in first and kill our way through.

"..."

Huang Zhong, the veteran general who had roamed the battlefield for many years, felt for the first time that arching arrows was so difficult.