Chapter 641: Deadlock

Tang Lanzhou opened his eyes suddenly. Before his gaze could focus, his hand reached under the pillow, and he shouted loudly.

"Madam, quickly—"

Just after spitting out three words, he realized.

There was no sword under the pillow, and no one sleeping beside him.

Three years had passed since the Yingzhou chaos, and he still hadn't gotten used to it.

"Tang Gong."

Someone called him, and he looked in the direction of the voice, only to be stunned.

"Who are you...?"

The voice was familiar, but he truly could not recognize the person.

In the spacious bedroom, there were several large beds, and people were lying on them, though it was unclear through the curtains. The voice came from the bed closest to him, where a figure wrapped tightly in bandages was lying, revealing only one bloodshot eye looking at him.

Even from such a distance, Tang Lanzhou could smell a foul odor.

The foul odor of rotting flesh.

"It's me, Tang Gong."

The person made a cold female voice.

Tang Lanzhou finally recognized it.

"Battalion Commander Mei?"

"Yes."

"... What happened to you?"

"Heavy injuries not yet healed."

"Oh... where is this?"

Tang Lanzhou stretched out his arms to get up, but heard Mei Qinghe, who was wrapped like a zongzi, say.

"Tang Gong, don't move; you are not much better than me."

Tang Lanzhou's arms went limp, and he fell back onto the bed.

"Tang Gong, you have never practiced Wu Gong. Three years ago, you were already at the end of your rope, and in the past few years, you haven't cared about your body at all. Added to that, the self-injury and wild running the night before last, your foundation has been exhausted. If it weren't for Heaven-Man true energy sustaining your life, you would already be dead."

"Lying on the bed, you can still live for three months; walking off the bed, it would be hard to live for half a day."

Mei Qinghe was not evasive at all.

Fortunately, Tang Lanzhou was not afraid of death either.

He sighed, clenched his fists, and sure enough, his strength was empty, his muscles feeling as weak as cotton. Within a brief moment, he could clearly feel his limbs turning cold. If it weren't for a stream of heat constantly wandering through his body, warming his cold limbs, he estimated that he would become a corpse within an hour or so.

Realizing that he could no longer do things, he calmed his mind and remembered the memories before losing consciousness.

"Is this Nanjing?"

He turned his head and asked.

"Yes."

Mei Qinghe replied.

"What day is it today?"

"May 23rd, the third day after He Shang Zhangren entered the capital, and also the second day since you and I arrived in Nanjing."

"... How is the situation?"

"Very bad."

If it were for idle chatter, Mei Qinghe would certainly not be a good subject—dry, cold, without any ineffective information, only conclusions without processes, and not carrying the slightest attitude. But if it were to introduce the situation, there was no one more suitable than her.

"The capital has fallen. The two Commanders and the Wudang experts used Gu techniques to block the Tatar army, but they only succeeded in intercepting the light cavalry and half of the main army. The remaining Tatar army has already reached the capital, and the capital's garrison, leaderless, has already been routed."

"Everything north of the capital has fallen, and Nanjing is not peaceful either."

Mei Qinghe's words were as cold as frost.

"The Tatars are very clear that if we want to reorganize and gather people, Nanjing, as the secondary capital, is the only choice. So from the night the capital fell, foreign Heaven-Man experts have been continuously sneaking into Nanjing to carry out assassinations and sabotage."

Before she finished speaking, a dull, loud noise came from outside the house, and then Tang Lanzhou clearly felt the violent vibration from the ground. Dust fell from the roof, and Mei Qinghe stopped speaking, turning her head to look in the direction the sound came from.

After a while, the loud noise gradually ceased.

Mei Qinghe continued.

"Battalion Commander Zheng Yi and Battalion Commander Cao Hanyan are intercepting the foreign Heaven-Man experts who have sneaked into the city."

"At first, we wanted to gather people in Nanjing and then kill our way back after the Commander returns, at least to stabilize the current situation... but with the current manpower, just handling these sneaking foreign Heaven-Man experts is already a bit stretched."

Tang Lanzhou was silent for a moment.

He did not expect... the situation to have deteriorated to this point.

It could be said that they were already standing on the edge of an abyss, ready to collapse at any moment. ===== CHAPTER 642 =====