Chapter 236: The Decapitation - Rebirth of the Noble Daughter

 Chapter 236: The Decapitation

The three officers from Prince Ding’s army accompanying Xiao Ji were visibly excited, unlike the stern expressions of others. Since the battle with Nan Yue, they had been dealing with small skirmishes and internal matters in the southwest, with their bones having grown rusty from disuse.

So, witnessing the Northern Di charging forward ignited a bloodthirsty frenzy in them.

Xiao Ji did not advance but waited on his horse for the Northern Di to arrive.

The enemy charged faster and faster, closing in rapidly.

With the arrows on the city walls depleted, the Northern Di approached unhindered.

Just as the enemy’s blade seemed about to fall upon Xiao Ji, they unexpectedly tumbled into a deep pit.

The forward troops did not stop and crashed into those who had already fallen, the neighing of horses mixed with agonized screams.

Some were crushed to death as they fell into the pit, while others were impaled by the swords and knives of the soldiers who surged forward.

In short, the pit, which was six yards wide and about ten yards deep, soon filled with the severed limbs of Northern Di warriors and half-dead horses.

Sharp bamboo stakes stood upright within the pit, each stained with blood.

Wounds as thick as an arm could quickly lead to death from bleeding.

The grassland king, who had just issued orders, glared at Xiao Ji from a distance, seemingly mocking his foolishness.

He had managed to cut down so many of these prairie men without a direct fight.

He shouted, “Throw those lowly slaves into the pit, fill it up with their bodies, and walk over their corpses to kill that old Xiao Ji!”

“Understood!”

The so-called 'lowly slaves' were actually outsiders who had settled on the grasslands—people from the Great Jin, the Northern Mo, and some weak Zigu, who lived a miserable existence under the Northern Di’s rule, frequently facing abuse and invasion.

Now, on the battlefield, they were used either as shields or stepping stones.

The pit was soon filled with wails of despair.

The grassland king's horse reared up, neighing loudly. The king then ordered a charge!

Where the horse's hooves trod, blood stained the ground.

Xiao Ji watched the brutal scene before him, his heart filled with fury.

In warfare, deceit and ruthless tactics could be used, as it was for the sake of each nation and its people, without any clear distinction of good or evil.

But dragging innocent civilians into the war showed that the Northern Di were devoid of honor.

“Soldiers!”

“Yes!”

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“The Northern Di are inherently brutal and disregard the lives of the common people. If Liangzhou falls, the civilians in the city will be slaughtered just like those in the pit! As long as I, the general, am here, I will never let the Northern Di into the city. Are you willing to fight alongside me and drive them back to the grasslands?”

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The five thousand elite soldiers were carefully selected, none of them cowards afraid of death or pain.

The horrific sight before them only tightened their grips on their spears and swords, determined to push the Northern Di back.

Xiao Mu Qian stood on the city wall, watching the fierce battle below.

His fists were clenched tightly, but he couldn’t intervene.

Before his uncle went out, he had issued an order: unless victory was assured, the city gates were not to be opened. Though Xiao Mu Qian had pleaded to join the fight, his uncle refused, stating that a commander should not leave the battlefield, as it would undermine the morale of the soldiers.

Understanding his uncle’s strategy, Xiao Mu Qian no longer insisted and could only command from above.

“Is the tung oil prepared?”

“Rest assured, General, it is all ready. However, if the oil is used, it might hurt our own soldiers, so it should only be used as a last resort.”

“Mm, I trust my uncle will return victorious. He is the God of War of the Northwest!”

The title 'God of War' had not been heard in a long time, as Xiao Ji had kept the area safe for years without anyone daring to invade.

Fighting fiercely and determinedly.

The officers around Xiao Ji galloped out, leaving a trail of destruction and enemy corpses in their wake.

Seeing the bravery of Prince Ding’s men, the elite troops behind them also exerted their full effort, killing one enemy for each they saw.

The carnage turned their eyes red, and the grassland king was no exception.

He had about ten thousand strong soldiers, each like a nimble predator on the prairie, trapping their prey without ever letting go.

Though Xiao Ji was over forty, he maintained rigorous training, making him fit and strong. Facing the king’s challenge, he immediately moved forward to fight without hesitation.

The wind howled past his ears as he wielded his silver spear with great force, each thrust toppling a Northern Di soldier.

When he reached the grassland king, blood dripped from his silver spear.

This scene revealed the king’s malevolent expression. “Old Xiao Ji, I will make you pay with your life!”

With that, he swung two iron hammers at Xiao Ji.

One hammer struck Xiao Ji’s silver spear, causing his hands to ache. The king’s immense strength was apparent. Xiao Ji took advantage of the spear’s speed and precision to target the king’s lower body.

His horse could not avoid it and was stabbed in the abdomen, letting out a painful scream and throwing the grassland king off.

Using the momentum, the king rolled a few times but was not injured, though he had dust on his face. He charged at Xiao Ji’s horse.

His iron hammers, charged with force, aimed to send Xiao Ji’s horse to the afterlife.

But Xiao Ji had already anticipated his move. As the hammers swung toward him, he reared his horse to dodge and stomped down on the king’s head, causing blood to flow down his forehead.

Taking advantage of the king’s disorientation, Xiao Ji thrust his spear with no mercy, piercing through his chest.

By the time the grassland king realized what had happened, he was already dead, with blood gushing from the wound, unable to speak before collapsing.

Xiao Ji roared, “The grassland king is dead! Soldiers, kill them all!”

Hearing that the enemy general had been killed served as a morale booster for the Great Jin soldiers. Their fatigue vanished, their wounds no longer pained them, and they fought with renewed vigor against the Northern Di!

Seeing the unfavorable turn of events, someone, not sure who, began to shed armor and helmets, muttering, “We’re defeated… we’re defeated…”

The Northern Di, mounted on horses, fled, while those on foot were killed by the pursuing Great Jin soldiers.

Thus, the second battle to besiege Liangzhou ended with Xiao Ji’s victory.

The Northern Di had sent ten thousand elite troops, but Xiao Ji’s five thousand elite soldiers defeated them thoroughly, and even their powerful general, the grassland king, perished under Xiao Ji’s silver spear. The morale in the city soared, and admiration for Xiao Ji reached new heights.