Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze Chapter 589 - 278: Great Merit2

Therefore, as long as an opportunity for a major battle was created, that old monster would inevitably co to aid the Tartar army’s desperate situation... He had to co, even if he didn’t want to!

As long as he ca, they could take out that old monster and hundreds of thousands of the Tartar army in one fell swoop, solving the problem once and for all.

Last night at the dinner table, it was Yang Ge who, after synthesizing various pieces of information provided by Zhang Xuansu, masterminded this ambush plan.

At that ti, Zhang Xuansu was still secretly scorning this monkey scoundrel for being utterly ruthless and dirty.

Not until this mont, when he saw Yang Ge charging straight towards the breach with the densest cluster of Tartars on the city wall, did he belatedly realize... It was not so complicated; this monkey scoundrel just couldn’t stand idly by while the soldiers of the border army shed their blood on the battlefield.

’To alleviate suffering and hardships with thunderous and lightning-fast thods, asking for no reward, no fa, not claiming credit... This is truly a great virtue!’

’No wonder this monkey scoundrel believes in nothing, yet still managed to cultivate into an earthly immortal!’

Zhang Xuansu sighed deeply and suddenly understood why he had been stuck all these years.

...

The snow-bright blade of the Cold Moon Saber illuminated the flickering flas.

Yang Ge, expressionless, thrust himself into the midst of the densely packed Tartars on the city wall, where the sharp slices of his saber flashed by instantly, solidifying the towering dark figures montarily, dropping their heads, and spraying blood densely over two ters high, drifting like drizzle inside the city wall.

"Plop."

"Plop..."

Rows of headless corpses fell to the ground, the grueso scene chilling the hearts of the Wei soldiers holding torches around him.

Yang Ge stepped to the front of the battlents, slashed down a brave Tartar soldier climbing up the headwall with a grappling hook, and without looking back shouted, "What are you dazed for? Fill the gaps!"

"Huh?"

"Oh, oh, oh..."

The Wei soldiers around him, as if awakening from a dream, rushed forward with their torches, clumsily lifted the Tartar corpses inside the wall, and threw them over the wall, hitting another large group of Tartar warriors climbing up the wall with iron chains and ladders.

Seeing this, Yang Ge shook his Cold Moon Saber and turned to leave.

"Brave man, wait..."

Soone in the crowd shouted out.

Yang Ge turned his head toward the direction of the voice, and saw a man in full armor, who was either a standard bearer or a lower-ranking colonel, handing his saber to a personal soldier beside him. He walked quickly toward Yang Ge, while untying the rope under his chin and stuffing his helt into Yang Ge’s arms, "Brave man, it’s a dark and windy night, vision is unclear, please take my helt to distinguish friend from foe."

Yang Ge smiled, grasped the helt from his arms, and snapped it onto his head, "Thanks, I’m Yang Erlang, co find after the battle to retrieve it..."

With that, he leaped onto the parapet, wielded his saber along the battlents, and continuously slashed down the Tartar warriors climbing up the city wall.

"Whoosh."

A dull and mournful sound of sothing flying through the air approached, and Yang Ge, without turning his head, swung his saber with one hand.

"Bam."

A stone the size of a basin exploded into bits in mid-air.

Yang Ge glanced back and, without hesitation, leaped off the city wall, crushing a large group of Tartar soldiers with one foot, and like an oversized grasshopper, he bounded three yards high, rushing toward the direction from which the stone had co.

After two leaps, Yang Ge saw a row of catapults... truly, the commanders of these Tartars were audacious, daring to place their catapults less than a hundred steps away from the city wall under cover of night.

If it were daylight, a barrage of cannon fire from the wall would turn these catapults to ash.

Yang Ge raised his Cold Moon Saber and darted into the midst of the catapults, not caring whether his targets were n or machines, swinging his saber to chop.

The snow-bright blade light illuminated the massive bodies of the catapults, as well as countless terrified Tartar faces...

The saber light flashed and passed, and Yang Ge’s agile figure, fluttering through the sawdust hundreds of ters long and the blood-soaked gust, appeared at the other end of the catapult row.

After sending out a perfect distress signal, Yang Ge shook the Cold Moon Saber and turned to return to the city wall.

Just then, a roar like a tiger’s howl erupted, and a fierce wind surged from the sky.

Yang Ge looked up and with a touch of his Cold Moon Saber to the ground, a golden light illuminated the night.

His other hand was raised high, fingers spread apart.

"Boom."

A fair and slender hand, sturdily caught a downward strike from a hamr that was the size of a wash basin and weighed at least a hundred pounds, without Yang Ge’s strong body moving an inch, not even the pebbles under his feet shattered.

Instead, the hamr-wielding giant, clearly a master of remarkable talent, was blown back by the force of his own powerful strike, spewing blood in shock, and turned his head past the obstructing hamr to look at Yang Ge.

Facing his terrified gaze, Yang Ge smiled nonchalantly and then slightly exerted force with his fingers.

"Boom."

The cast-iron, hundred-tis-forged hamr shattered into dozens of pieces, and a fiery-red Qi Force rolled back along the handle, striking the chest of the burly Tartar man with the speed of lightning.

In a burst of bright firelight, the Tartar man exploded in mid-air, his viscous blood splattering the faces of the surrounding Tartar soldiers, who scread in horror and retreated repeatedly...

Yang Ge withdrew his hand, took his saber, and leapt up. After two moves, he successfully made it back atop the city wall using a ladder. Yet, instead of feeling joy, he was greatly disappointed.

If no big fish had taken the bait under such circumstances, it seed the old monster truly wasn’t in this den.

Sothing ground on...

He sighed internally while skillfully defeating one Tartar soldier after another climbing up the wall.

An hour later, a desolate horn sounded, and the Tartar n abandoned the corpses below the wall and retreated like a tide.

The Wei soldiers, who had fought hard atop the city wall, raised their weapons and roared excitedly "oh oh oh".

Yang Ge stood among the jubilant crowd, gazing into the pitch-black night outside the city, took off the sweatband around his neck, and carefully wiped the mirror-sharp blade of the Cold Moon Saber before sheathing it slowly.

For so reason, he always felt there was sothing off about this battle...

A mont later, after Yang Ge had just descended from the city wall, he was found by Liu Tang, also in armor and covered in blood: "Second Master, General Yu invites you for a talk."

Yang Ge pondered briefly and gestured with his hand, "Let’s go!"

Liu Tang stepped aside and made a "please" gesture: "I’ll lead the way for you."

The two walked through the bustling, lively camp, heading directly towards the command tent.

As they walked, Liu Tang lowered his voice and said, "Second Master, news ca after nightfall. The royal house has appointed General Lan Ying as Great General to Conquer the Invaders, headed north to Datong to oversee the defense, holding authority over military affairs… He’s expected to arrive in three to five days."

"Lan Ying? Great General to Conquer the Invaders?"

Yang Ge softly recited the na, without saying much else.

He recognized this Duke Lan Ying. It was this General Lan who commanded Wei’s turnaround battle against the Tartars years ago, and he indeed was a warlord capable of winning battles.

However, the title ’Great General to Conquer the Invaders’ hardly seed suited for organizing a defense; it sounded more like preparing for a counteroffensive!

Yang Ge then asked, "About that battle just now, I always felt sothing was off. Did you notice anything?"

"You noticed too?"

Liu Tang spoke with a relaxed smile, "Based on the attack frequency and battle cries of the Tartars just now, the Tartar forces outside the city numbered at most seventy thousand!"

Yang Ge thought to himself, ’No wonder’: "A ’show weakness when strong, show strength when weak’... Has General Yu invited over to probe the location of the Tartar main forces?"

Liu Tang nodded, "Almost definitely... The Tartars have co ferociously this ti, perhaps life on the plains is becoming untenable. We must guard against their overt repairs and secret advance."

Yang Ge took ntal note.