Chapter 2815 - 2814: The Fierce General Returns

Chapter 2815: Chapter 2814: The Fierce General Returns

Yang Zhi’s face was ashen, knowing that Gao Qiu intended to make an example of him and had long prepared for this.

Struggling to lift his head, he roared with resentment, "Gao Qiu, you frame the loyal and virtuous, you will not die a good death!"

Gao Qiu sternly shouted, "Insolent scoundrel, at death’s door and still defiant. Gag this criminal’s mouth, take him down and execute him, use his blood to consecrate my battle flag!"

The axeman wrapped a rope around Yang Zhi’s mouth, dragged him out of the military tent, and headed toward the General Platform.

Along the way, various generals came to watch, discussing among themselves.

The guards Yang Zhi brought saw this and hurriedly galloped back to report the news.

The axemen pinned Yang Zhi down on the General Platform. These men, all elites brought by Gao Qiu, with savage strength, pressed Yang Zhi so hard he couldn’t move.

Yang Zhi’s mouth was ground bloody, yet he kept groaning, "Gao Qiu, you ruin the country and harm the people, you will not die a good death!"

Gao Qiu, with Wang Fu and Li Bangyan, exited the military tent, gazing distantly at Yang Zhi in triumph.

Wang Fu asked, "After killing Yang Zhi, how will you handle the hundred thousand Iron Cavalry?"

Gao Qiu replied, "They lack supplies and are at the end of their rope. I’ve already sent people to surround them; if they resist, kill them. Only the smart ones will survive!"

Li Bangyan gave a thumbs up, "The Grand Commandant is truly wise!"

Wang Fu also chuckled lightly, "These Yan Yun Iron Cavalry are wild and hard to tame. In this way, we can tame them and use them!"

"Exactly!"

Gao Qiu gestured with his hand for the officer to execute the order.

The officer immediately waved the command banner, and in front of the General Platform, someone shouted, "Yang Zhi, guilty of colluding with the Rebel Army, insulting superiors, negligence on the battlefield, conspiring with bandit soldiers, and deliberately disrupting my troops, is unforgivable. Sentenced to execution decree, as a warning to others!"

He raised his hand, ordering the axemen, "Execute!"

The axemen held Yang Zhi down, one raised the large knife in his hand.

In the sunlight, the back of the knife gleamed coldly as the axeman spat a mouthful of wine on it, making a hum.

The axeman raised the cold knife and sneered at Yang Zhi, "General Yang, this is Gao Qiu wanting you dead, not us. If you hold a grievance after dying, go find Gao Qiu, not us!"

As his knife was about to fall, suddenly an explosion sounded in the air, as if something shot forward, and the large knife in the axeman’s hand rattled.

With a bang, the divine iron cold knife broke into two, only half slicing past Yang Zhi’s neck.

As the blade passed, a lock of Yang Zhi’s hair was cut off.

With a bang on the ground, an arrow pierced the earth, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Assassin!"

The guards shouted, drawing longswords immediately around Gao Qiu.

Gao Qiu pointed at Yang Zhi and shouted, "Quick, kill him!"

The axemen looked around, hastily withdrew their magical weapons to slay Yang Zhi.

Again, more than a dozen arrows flew in, pow, pow, pow, throwing several axemen, their blades shattered, into the air.

The arrows pierced throats, never missing a shot.

All the surrounding soldiers were struck with terror, sounding the war drums heavily, don, don, don.

A group of archers immediately drew bows and nocked arrows, surrounding Yang Zhi.

Before they could release, whizz, whizz, whizz, a flurry of sky-breaking noises sounded around Yang Zhi.

Rumble!

An explosion followed, as if a divine thunder descended, booming around Yang Zhi.

The camp was instantly filled with screams, shrapnel like a storm sweeping around.

Whether human or warhorse, if caught in this storm, they were shredded instantly.

A radius of a thousand meters around Yang Zhi was engulfed in artillery fire.

Dust and smoke filled the air, obscuring any figure.

Had it not been for Gao Qiu’s guards whisking him and his companions away in advance, they too would have been torn to pieces by the artillery.

Hiding in the rear, watching the thunderous scene before them, they trembled in fear, "Did they summon the Thunder God to assist?"

Gao Qiu, his face iron-grey, shouted, "No matter which god, Yang Zhi must die!"

He ordered the Daoist overseeing the army to be summoned to kill Yang Zhi via magic.

The Daoist was stationed to deal with cultivators, reluctant to cause unnecessary slaughter.

But with Gao Qiu’s order, he summoned his longsword, shooting it toward Yang Zhi.

In the air, someone bellowed, "Who dares to kill my nephew!"

Yang Zongbao and his wife Mu Guiying had just arrived, saw the scene, cast the Kunlun Gold Brick, smashing it into the longsword.

The gold brick flashed, a bang shattered the longsword into pieces.

Simultaneously, a Golden Eagle cried out, descended to the ground, and whisked Yang Zhi into the air.

Yang Zongbao urgently pursued, "Who are you, release my nephew!"

Both sides moved swiftly, landing together on the Green Stone Pass.

Gongsun Sheng squinted, shouted to the sky, "Yang brother, you’re back on the battlefield?"

Yang Zongbao and his wife stood in the air, cursing Gongsun Sheng, "Old Daoist scoundrel, why did you capture my nephew?"

Gongsun Sheng laughed, "Dear fellow, you don’t distinguish right from wrong. We clearly went to rescue your nephew, and not only are you ungrateful, but you also hurl insults?"

"Nonsense!"

Yang Zongbao thought these bandits were apprehend the king first by capturing his nephew.

Meanwhile, the ropes binding Yang Zhi were loosened by Song Yuchan and Yan Qing who rescued him.

He quickly shouted to the sky, "Uncle, I’m fine, you misunderstood them!"

Yang Zongbao grimaced, and silently retrieved his god-striking brick.

Last time during a duel here, he lost face, returned home for the God-Striking Brick, and brought along his wife intending for a rematch.

Who knew it would turn out like this.

Song Gongming extended an invitation with a cupped fist, "Since you’re here, why not come down and have a chat, Daoist Yang?"

Concerned for his nephew, Yang Zongbao descended with Mu Guiying, landing beside Yang Zhi.

He glanced at his nephew, asking, "Zhi’er, what’s happening?"

Yang Zhi, with reddened eyes, replied, "That scoundrel Gao Qiu framed me, wanted to cut off my head. Luckily, Brother Ming and others helped, saving my head."

A young man approached, holding a bow, grinning, "You should thank me instead!"

Yang Zhi raised his eyebrows at him, "Who might this brother be?"

Song Gongming laughingly introduced, "He’s Wu Song, brother of Wu Zhi, the General of Yang Valley Pass. Those arrows that saved you were his!"

"What?"

Yang Zhi stared in disbelief; Green Stone Pass was a hundred miles away from Gao Qiu’s camp.

From such a distance, Wu Song’s arrows never missed?

Song Gongming and Yang Zhi clasped their hands, "General Yang, you just brushed against death, perhaps you now see Gao Qiu and those traitorous ministers for what they are. The court is now manipulated by these traitors, no matter how devoted we are to the country, it’s useless. Please, for the people, for justice, join us, let’s pursue justice together, to eliminate traitors and protect the nation!"

He sincerely invited, as both he and Yang Zhi kneeled on one knee on the ground.

Yang Zhi, startled, rushed to help Song Gongming up, embarrassed, "Brother Ming, you saved my life, how could I accept such a gift? Brother Ming, please, let Yang Zhi pay his respects!"

Yang Zhi knelt on one knee, giving Song Gongming a heavy bow.

"Congratulations, big brother has gained another fierce general!"

Everyone watching cheered with laughter, preparing to feast for Yang Zhi’s welcome, only to see him grab his large knife, telling Song Gongming, "Brother Ming, hold on. Since I’ve surrendered, I can’t come empty-handed. Please grant me a steed, I shall immediately bring my brothers below to surrender as well!"