The Rebirth of the Deposed Empress

A figure dressed in black, holding a black sword, with clean and neat moves, no enemy could get close to him.

The battles over the past few days have enabled Hua Wu Ke to automatically attack the enemies around her without thinking, so much so that even though she was still killing enemies on the city wall, she felt as if everything around her had stopped, and the only thing in her mind was a trace of black clothes in the heavy rain.

"It's the Black Iron Army and the prince! The prince is here with the Black Iron Army!"

Commander Xue was finally convinced of what he had seen and couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Following this loud shout, the sounds of rising and falling were heard in Yuecheng.

"Prince An is here! We are saved!"

"Yuecheng is saved!"

"Prince An is outside! Brothers, charge!"

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While Hua Wu Ke's gaze was following the figure, another person also stared at the black clothes with wide eyes.

Didn't the Northern Kingdom use a strategy to hold Ye Buhuo back? Shouldn't Ye Buhuo be staying in Anyang City now?

"Ye Buhuo? Why is he here?"

The Western general Jabbar looked at the people who shouldn't be here and murmured in disbelief.

As his capable subordinates were defeated one by one by Ye Buhuo, Jabbar temporarily put aside his doubts, picked up his sword, rode his horse and rushed towards Ye Buhuo.

Ye Buhuo was being besieged by several enemies at the moment. Jabar took the opportunity to appear behind him, raised his sword and chopped at Ye Buhuo with all his strength.

Seeing this scene, Hua Wu Ke's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Fortunately, Jabbar's knife did not fall on Ye Buhuo.

At the last moment, Ye Buhuo turned his sword around and placed it behind his back, exerting force on the sword.

With a clang, the swords collided, splashing a few sparks.

Jabbar was so shocked by this block that his body leaned back uncontrollably.

The Northern Kingdom had previously reminded that Ye Buhuo was a martial arts expert, but Jabeur was already the most famous general in the Western Kingdom and he easily captured Wudu City. He sneered at the Northern Kingdom's fear of Ye Buhuo.

I didn't expect that Ye Buhuo could have such great power just by holding the sword horizontally behind him.

Jabbar narrowed his eyes and became cautious.

In the moment that Jabbar was thinking, Ye Buhuo had already neatly dealt with the enemies that surrounded him.

At this moment, soldiers from both countries were engaged in a melee.

In the midst of this melee, the generals of the two armies also confronted each other.

Jabeur was still frightened because he felt that Ye Buhuo's martial arts were unfathomable, but he was unwilling to lose.

He kicked the horse's belly hard with his legs, roared loudly, raised his sword and rushed towards Ye Buhuo.

Looking at the enemy rushing towards him, the warhorse under Ye Buhuo became restless.

The horse moved its hooves tentatively, but its master was so confident that it could only stay where it was and wait.

Jabbar was already very close. He swung the knife with force, and in the blink of an eye the blade was close to Ye Buhuo's neck.

In the rainstorm, the cold light of the blade made Ye Buhuo's face look even colder.

The blade was almost touching Ye Buhuo's neck, but he didn't move at all, as if he felt nothing.

Could it be that Ye Buhuo was frightened by my sword?

Jabbar thought to himself.

Is this the God of War from the Night Country? The North Country has such a strong reputation, but I am still so scared by my grandfather that I dare not move.

Jabbar sneered and said:

"Little boy from the Night Country, today is the day you die!"

Jabbar laughed arrogantly, but the laughter stopped abruptly after a moment.

All around them, the Western soldiers who were struggling desperately to get a chance of survival from the Black Iron Army suddenly felt warm liquid splashed on their faces.

Some soldiers had their eyes blurred by the liquid, and the moment they opened their eyes they could only see a sea of ​​red.

Before they could react to what it was, they heard sounds of fear all around them.

"The deputy commander is dead! Run, brothers!"

It turned out that at the last moment, Ye Buhuo used external force to block Jabbar's knife and it could not move forward at all.

Jabbar wanted to draw his sword and wait until he had enough energy before launching an attack, but he found that he couldn't pull it back.

Ye Buhuo seemed to be assisted by God. He just lightly grasped his knife and he could not pull it out at all.

Jabbar looked at Ye Buhuo holding the blade calmly. Before he could stop laughing, his eyes had already widened in fear unconsciously.

But before he could fly back, Ye Buhuo had already approached him like a ghost.

A black sword pierced into Jabbar's body.

The wild laughter stopped abruptly.

The enemy general, who had been suffering from the torture of Yuecheng for several days like meat on a hot fire, died under Ye Buhuo's sword.

The quick-reacting Western soldiers screamed in panic when they saw Jabar fall off his horse.

"The deputy commander is dead!"

"Everyone, run!"

The Black Iron Army appeared for only a short while before the Western Army, whose morale had been high in the past few days, was defeated and fled in all directions.

Inside Yuecheng, the Western soldiers who had already climbed onto the city wall were killed by the soldiers defending the city before they could react to why their comrades suddenly ran in the opposite direction.

The news of Jabbar's death quickly spread to the city walls.

Several days of fighting the enemy had already left Yuecheng exhausted.

But this great joy filled them with strength again, and they cheered excitedly.

"Jabbar is dead! King An defeated Jabbar!"

"Prince An saved Yuecheng! Brothers, we are saved!"

"Yuecheng is saved!"

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When the Western soldiers who were still attacking the city heard the news and looked at the other soldiers fleeing in all directions under the city wall, they quickly gave up resistance.

The enemies laid down their weapons one by one, and Commander Yue was leading his men to control them all.

Now that the enemy has been defeated, the crisis in Yuecheng has been resolved.

Besides, with the Lord of Yue City and Commander Yue around, Hua Wu Ke’s mind was no longer on Yue City.

Spiraling down the stone steps, she ran towards the city gate.

I don't know when the rain stopped, and the originally dark sky gradually became bright.

When Hua Wu Ke ran down from the city wall, the streets were filled with cheers.

Everyone in Yuecheng was happy about their rebirth after the disaster.

Hua Wu Ke walked through the bustling crowd of people celebrating and headed towards the city gate.

As she approached the city gate, it creaked open.

Ye Buhuo rode on a horse and led the Xuantie Army through the war-torn city gate and walked in.

In the process of approaching Yuecheng from the battlefield, Ye Buhuo's mood had already become anxious and worried.

Although they had won the battle, Ye Buhuo's emotions were even more confused than when he was on the battlefield just now.

How are you, Suisui?

Was she injured?

Has she been worried and afraid every day these days?

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