Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

"Young Master." Hearing Han Shan calling him, Han Shiqing sniffed, suppressed his tears, turned around, and his expression had returned to normal.

"Are you all ready?"

Han Shan nodded, "Well, fifty Xuanjinlou assassins are waiting behind the dwarf hill at the northeast corner of the tower, ready to leave at any time."

After speaking, he finally looked up at Han Shiqing, his eyes were very serious.

He asked, "Master, is it possible for us to come back alive?"

"No." Han Shiqing said jokingly, "I don't know if Lin Shicheng will die of anger knowing that I buried all the top assassins in his Xuanjin Building here."

"Master, can you not go?" Han Shan said, "You can give me the token and tell me the plan. I will do it, but you don't want to go."

Hearing his words, Han Shiqing smiled. He walked over and patted Han Shan on the shoulder, "Lin Shicheng handed over the token to me. This is my business. Besides..."

He paused, and his voice became much softer, "I don't want you to go alone."

Although Han Shan was his bodyguard, the two of them played together since childhood, and Han Shiqing regarded him as his third elder brother. He couldn't let Han Shan die alone in this matter.

"The barbarians are attacking the city!"

"Archer ready!"

The silent night was broken by the shouts of the soldiers, and the whistle caused by the rain of arrows piercing the sky resounded throughout Zhige City. Han Shiqing and Han Shan looked at each other and hurried to the north gate!

They climbed up the tower, leaned low behind the wall, and the barbarian's feathered arrows shot at their feet, drawing a few clear white marks on the cold and hard floor tiles.

Jiang Yu guessed right, the barbarians would indeed launch a general attack in the middle of the night.

The horn blew under the city, and after three waves of stone throwing and two waves of arrow rain, the barbarians suddenly stopped attacking.

"They are advancing!" A soldier shouted from the wall.

Han Yiming immediately ordered: "Open the gate!!"

"The general said to open the gate!"

"Pull the shutter!!"

An order was uploaded, and the soldiers under the city received the order. A wave of 100 people dragged eight heavy and long chains in eight rows, and pulled them back hard at the same time.

As they dragged, a circle of land around Zhige City in front of the North City Gate suddenly shook slowly, as if some kind of mechanism had been opened, revealing the bright sharp knife buried under the ground. There was a biting cold light under the light.

"Mantuga! (There is an ambush)"

"what!"

"Hasa! Haza! (Stop)"

"..."

In the dark night, the barbarian soldiers rushing forward never imagined that such a sword pit lay in ambush in front of Zhige City. Many people felt that their feet were empty and fell into the sword pit. Shouting and screaming, and the soldiers behind them couldn't stop, they were pushed and shoved and fell down like dumplings, and the screams and panicked shouts filled the front of Zhige City.

Han Yiming yelled, "Fire the rocket!!!"

The archers immediately ordered to ignite the arrows wrapped in linoleum in the brazier, and the overwhelming rockets shot precisely into the sword pit, igniting the fuel oil that had been stored in it for a long time. The coats worn by the soldiers turned each of the barbarian soldiers into blazing fireballs, connecting them together, creating a fire ditch hundreds of meters long, and erecting a terrifying flame in front of Zhige City line of defense!

On the city tower, the soldiers of Zhige City saw this scene, and they were very happy, and there was a burst of cheers!

"It's falling rocks!! Get down! Get down!"

Unexpectedly, the next moment, disaster struck, and the generals yelled at the soldiers to get down.

However, some soldiers still died tragically from the sudden rockfall attack. One of them had its entire head smashed into a dent, and the body was hit a few meters away, and it happened to land at Han Shiqing's feet.

It was a young man. The excitement on his face had not faded away, but it was permanently fixed on his face. In the wide-eyed eyes that lost focus, there was the last unspeakable regret.

Han Shiqing's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he stretched out his hand to close the soldier's eyes, clenched his teeth tightly, and his eyes burned with anger towards the barbarians.

The battle in front of the tower was still going on, the barbarian army was quickly using mud to put out the fire with the overwhelming attack of falling rocks and arrow rain, and carrying long planks to build a bridge through the sword pit.

Han Shiqing understands that the sword pit and the flame line of defense seem to be very strong, but they can only stop them for a while. As long as the barbarians pass this level, the soldiers of Zhige City will be in a fierce battle with the barbarian soldiers who climbed the tower. hand-to-hand combat.

And once this hand-to-hand combat situation is formed, it will be a matter of time before all ten thousand city soldiers are exhausted.

Moreover, when the barbarians approached Zhige City, they had to attack in two ways. The upper side contained the soldiers on the tower, and the lower side could carry giant logs to smash into the door. Once the north city gate was broken, they would completely lose their geographical advantage.

This Zhige city was completely captured by the barbarians, and none of the soldiers in the city survived.

Including his second brother...

The image of the head of the eldest brother and the second brother in the previous life being hung on the top of Zhige City flashed through his mind. Han Shiqing clenched his hands into fists, and his nails almost dug into the flesh.

He doesn't allow Zhige City to break!

He didn't allow his relatives to die in front of him again!

"Han Shan." Han Shiqing waited for this wave of arrow rain, got up and walked towards the northeast corner of the tower, "Let's go!"

Han Shan hurriedly followed Han Shiqing, deliberately walking on his left side to avoid the arrows that the barbarians might shoot at any time.

In the north tower that was shrouded in darkness, soldiers were walking around, some were dragging the wounded, some were resting against the tower, and some were going to the general to replenish their arrows.

Han Shiqing and Han Shan were walking in this chaos. When they passed by the command building where Han Yiming was, Han Shan paused, and looked at Han Yiming who was frowning through the gap in the window, with deep emotions in his eyes .

Goodbye, brother Yiming.

After the two left, Han Yiming, who was so busy, stopped suddenly. He glanced at Han Shan Station as if aware of it, but saw nothing.

Zhige City is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and it is built against the mountains, and the city towers are built on the mountains.

When the two reached the northeast corner of the tower, they climbed up the raised rocks all the way to the back of the mountain, where they successfully met up with the fifty Xuanjinlou assassins waiting there.

The fifty assassins, including Han Shiqing and Han Shan, were all dressed in thick black outfits, their hair was all tucked into their crowns, and their attire was simple and neat.

Half of them carried a square bag half arm's length on their backs, and they could hear a slight sound of water swaying when they walked around.

"I'll emphasize tonight's mission again." Han Shiqing stood among them and said, "After entering the barbarian camp, we will divide into two groups. Those who carry the oil pot will go to the grain and grass depot, and the other group will follow me to assassinate the barbarians. sweat.

"The assassination of the Khan is to stir up chaos. Our ultimate goal is to burn all the food and grass of their 20 troops!"

He said, "I know that you are all top assassins in Xuanjinlou, with extraordinary skills, but this operation requires the cooperation of all of us, and there is only one chance, we must succeed."

Speaking of this, Han Shiqing paused before continuing, "I'll tell you the truth, we will face the strongest force of the barbarians guarding the Khan's camp in this operation. Once we enter the barbarian camp, we will be like sheep and tigers. There is no chance of survival."

He took out Xuanjinlou's tiger head jade plaque and said loudly.

"I am the son of Han Jingyu, the Great General of Zhenbei. My name is Han Shiqing. I went to the barbarian camp tonight with the belief that I must die. I said that it is bullshit for the country and the irrelevant people. I just want to not embarrass our Han family army. Don't let my brothers become defeated generals, don't want to see their family members die again! I know the reason why you come with me is because I have this card in my hand. But what I want to say now is that you want to follow me Just follow, if you don’t want to follow me, go now! I won’t stop you!”

"But! If you follow me, it's for the good of everything, whether it's your family, your country, your wealth, or your beliefs. I hope you will do it with all your heart and soul. You will definitely drive these 20 barbarians out of the northern border!"

After he finished speaking, he put away the jade plaque and quietly waited for the 50 people in front of him to reply.

He knew that the assassins in Xuanjinlou were all desperadoes, and they had more lives in their hands than the soldiers in the northern border. If they didn't cooperate with him and the operation failed, then their lives would be counted as life this time. It was useless, and he couldn't afford the price.

For this group of people, he can only expose his truest side to them, not seeking to resonate with them, but at least making them recognize him.

"Interesting." After a long time, a man with a big knife on his back spoke first.

"It's the first time I've seen such a tough young master from an aristocratic family like you." He smiled, "I'm with you, so what if I die, it's just another reincarnation."

"I'll follow you too." Another woman with a pair of short knives walked up to Han Shiqing, tapped Han Shiqing's face with a finger stained with Danko, and said with a smile, "It's okay to die with such a handsome young master like you." A beautiful job, no loss."

"I'm with you too."

"I'll follow you too."

"..."

One after another, none of the last 50 people escaped. They all agreed to the operation and were willing.

Upstairs in the north city, the flames of war continued. No one knew that the 52 people standing here would sneak into the barbarian camp to do a shocking event that would change the history of the previous life.

Han Shiqing and his party did not ride horses, but climbed down the mountain with ropes, and then walked quickly under the cover of the dead forest on the east side.

They are all martial arts practitioners who know how to light kung fu, so they are naturally much faster than the barbarians when they move forward at full speed. After about an hour, they saw the large tents of the barbarians hidden between the woods and the mountain wall.

When everyone was one mile away from the camp, Han Shiqing announced to stop and rest on the spot, intending to adjust to the best condition before going deep into the camp.

"Master, drink some water." Han Shan handed the water bag to Han Shiqing, his eyes lingering on Han Shiqing's black eye circles and the cut on his lips.

"Master, are you alright, body." While on the road, he noticed that Han Shiqing's walking posture was not right, and his face was even paler than when he first entered Gecheng. There was a layer of cold sweat, and the color of his lips was also white, as if he was enduring pain.

"It's okay." Han Shiqing shook his head, returned the water bag to Han Shan, and leaned his head slightly on the tree trunk, revealing a short section of his thin white neck.

By the moonlight, Han Shan sharply saw a red patch next to Han Shiqing's protruding Adam's apple, as if bitten by a mosquito.

But it's so cold in the north, where are the mosquitoes coming from?

Suddenly, he reached out and pressed his hand on the red mark.

He asked, "Master, how did this injury come about?"

Han Shiqing shuddered, sat up, hurriedly slapped Han Shan's hand off, covered his neck, and cursed the child in a low voice.

Han Shan: "...?"

Han Shiqing hurriedly explained, "It's all right, I just fell asleep accidentally, haha."

Han Shan didn't ask any more questions, he lowered his head, and the fingers that touched Han Shiqing's neck felt a little hot, a little hot, as if burning all the way to his heart.