From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 244 Desperate Situation
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Baoer hurried forward, her eyes flushed with anxiety.

Yang Jianwen waved his hand and said calmly: "It's okay, the toxins have just been expelled, help me to rest."

"Yes."

Bao'er helped her up, only to find that Yang Jianwen could no longer stand. It was the first time in her life that she felt her so weak.

It is also very distressing to think about it. On the Xiongnu side, there are three Zhenwu, namely the Left and Right Wise Kings and Maodun Chanyu, while in Jianjia City, there is only Yang Jianwen, and it is already very difficult for him to cope with it.

Not to mention that in order to reverse the disadvantage of the ground defense line, she worked hard to maintain it regardless of the cost. With such huge consumption, it was good enough for her to survive the joint siege of three people.

But I can handle it this time, but what about next time?

In Yang Jianwen's current state, how can he defend against the next Huns attack? With three people on the opposite side, he is afraid that his hope of survival is slim.

Moreover, Baoer knew very well that the next decisive battle would not be too long away, and the Huns would never give him too much time to rest.

"Sir, if possible, let's withdraw from Jianjia City." She advised helplessly.

Yang Jianwen shook his head: "If we withdraw, the hundreds of thousands of people here will be lost."

"Qin has sent reinforcements. We can withdraw first, join them, and then take Jianjia City. This way we can reduce our losses."

"It's easy to abandon a city, but difficult to attack it. Besides, when has my Yang family ever retreated?"

Yang Jianwen's eyes were firm, and Bao'er beside him had to swallow his words of persuasion.

She knew the difficulty of attacking the city again after retreating, but in Yang Jianwen's current condition, she was definitely no match for the three Zhenwus. She might even die next time.

Although they said they were retreating, what Bao'er really wanted was just not to let Yang Jianwen sacrifice.

But he couldn't shake her determination, so he said, "You take a rest, I'll go to the pharmacy to get some medicine."

……

The peace in Jianjia City did not last long. As night fell, the Huns' armored soldiers launched another attack, and their momentum was even more fierce than before.

Amidst the thunderous roar, three figures walked out of the Xiongnu camp. On the left and right sides were elderly men in their seventies with sparse beards and sinister eyes. They were none other than the Xiongnu's left and right wise kings.

The tall and handsome young man among them, who possessed an aura that was no less than that of the wise kings on the left and right, was Prince Maodun.

"Haha, look at how brave our Great Beard warriors are. Each of them is fearless and unafraid of death. It will be just a matter of time before the Yang Mansion is wiped out!" King Zuo Xian was very satisfied with the battle situation.

In fact, this is normal. The Xiongnu has never had such a good situation as it is now in the past hundred years. The Great Wall has been broken and the city is in danger. There is great hope of occupying this border area.

After the occupation, there was everything from food, winter clothes, firewood and coal in this place, and there were countless Chinese women to play with. Inspired by this, the Huns' armored soldiers were all eager to fight, and they charged bravely, without even the need for supervision.

"This is all thanks to His Royal Highness. Without his strategy, how could we have broken through the Great Wall defense line in one fell swoop?"

"That's right. It seems that we old guys are useless. We have to accept our age. Your Highness has to be a master at commanding the army."

"In my opinion, the little prince can hardly compare to Your Highness. In terms of leading troops alone, Your Highness is second to none!"

Maodun was greatly pleased by the flattery from the two wise kings.

Although he is of the younger generation, he is not inferior to them in terms of combat capability, leadership, and status, and is completely worthy of their flattery.

Mao Dun said calmly, "My two uncles, please stop slandering me. As long as Yang Jianwen is alive, my father will not pass the throne to me." The Right Wise King sneered, "Yang Jianwen was poisoned by me. Her fighting power must be only one tenth of what it is now. Isn't it easy to kill her?"

"It's easy to kill her now, but I'd rather destroy her cultivation and let her become a concubine for His Highness. It would be a good way to entertain her on weekdays!"

"Hahaha, that makes sense. It would be a pity if she died with such a beauty. Besides, it can also serve as a deterrent to these Shenzhou people. Brother, your idea is not bad!"

A dangerous arc gradually appeared on Mao Dun's lips. He raised his hand to stop the laughter of the wise kings on both sides and said, "Okay, my two uncles, we will decide based on the situation later. If we can capture her alive, that would be the best. If not, we have to kill her."

"Let's get going."

As soon as he finished speaking, he soared into the sky, trailing a stream of purple light. The wise kings on both sides looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and then set off to follow.

At the same time, in Jianjia City, Yang Family Ancestral Hall.

Yang Jianwen's face had regained some color. Looking at the dark night sky, he also felt the approach of a powerful enemy.

She stood up slowly and placed three incense sticks in the incense holder on the table.

The white candle flame flickered, swaying the darkness between the Yang family spirit tablets, and the gold-powdered names flashed brightly.

Yang Jianlu, Yang Zhongwang, Yang Boan...all have been the successive heads of the Yang family.

Yang Jianwen's face was solemn: "Gentlemen, Jianwen dare not forget the teachings of our ancestors. We should protect the peace of the region with martial arts and uphold the righteousness with virtue. Today is the key to the rise and fall of the Yang family."

"If it succeeds, I will be blessed by you all. If it fails, I will be punished for my mistakes in this article in the underworld."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the spirit tablet of Yang Jianlu that was closest to her. Her face, which had been cold till then, finally showed some emotion, and between her frowning brows was the tenderness and sorrow that truly belonged to her daughter.

"Brother, I wonder if you were so tired at the beginning."

The Yang brothers and sisters were the children of the old patriarch Yang Zhongwang, who passed away when they were just beginning to achieve success at a young age. At that time, Yang Jianwen was obsessed with martial arts and wanted to surpass his brother. All the affairs of the clan, big or small, were handled by Yang Jianlu.

It can be said that he is the only one who carries the brunt of the responsibility.

At that time, she did not understand the hard work of being the backbone of the family. It was not until Yang Jianlu died in battle and his body was not found, and Yang Jianwen took over as the head of the family, that she felt the hard work of this responsibility.

Physical fatigue is secondary. The real trouble is mental fatigue, especially like now, her decision may lead to the destruction of the entire Yang family.

With this heavy burden on his shoulders, even if Yang Jianwen had a heart as strong as a rock and was indestructible, he still felt a little suffocated.

The fate of the family hangs on your shoulders, and no one can let it go easily.

"It would be nice if you were here."

There was a twinkle in her eyes. After a moment, she took a deep breath and stretched out her hand to flick a strand of red lotus fire around the spirit tablet: "Brother, please help me one more time."

This strand of red lotus karma fire was quietly wrapped around the spirit tablet and did not have any destructive power.

But if Yang Jianwen died in battle tonight, and this flame got out of control, it would engulf the entire ancestral hall in an instant and burn everything to ashes.

No matter what, we cannot let the Huns set foot here.

After doing all this, Yang Jianwen did not linger any longer. He waved his hand and put on the red armor. When the red spear was drawn, it was as cold and intimidating as a sharp blade out of its sheath.

Looking up, I saw three figures hovering in the air.

(End of this chapter)