Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 144 Summon wind and rain, drive thunder and command lightning!
"Get up there, no retreat..."
Zhao Xian drew his sword and slew a soldier who had dropped his weapon and tried to flee, then shouted at the soldiers around him who showed signs of retreating.
Fighting means death.
Fleeing means death.
For them, it was better to die a glorious death in battle.
At least their reputation would sound better.
Tonight’s attack was exceptionally fierce. Usually, after fighting for so long, the rebels would have retreated like the tide withdrawing, but this time they entangled for so long.
The gold liquid and stones were all used up.
Only then did the rebels retreat.
However, a vague sense of foreboding arose in Zhao Xian’s heart as he scanned the city walls.
Some soldiers were resting, others were bandaging the wounded.
Zhao Xian’s gaze shifted to within the city.
Inside the city, conscripted laborers urgently moved rolling stones and gold liquid to the city tower.
There were not enough defenders for the city, so no one was overseeing or commanding them.
Zhao Xian’s gaze lingered on these people for a moment, seeing nothing peculiar. As he was about to look elsewhere—
This group of laborers suddenly drew large knives from the carts carrying the rolling stones. One of them even pulled something from his pocket, intending to light it and toss it into the sky.
Zhao Xian was shocked and immediately shouted, "How dare you!"
He stomped fiercely, shattering the bluestone beneath his foot, sending a fragment flying. Zhao Xian grabbed it and flicked it with his finger.
The shard flew like a bullet, striking the person’s chest, blood splattering, but it was already too late.
A column of red smoke rose slowly, drifting outside the city.
At the same time,
The group of laborers wielding knives swiftly advanced toward the city wall, slashing at the resting guards.
Zhao Xian was about to swiftly jump down to subdue them when a soldier’s shout reached his ears.
"Not good, sir, the rebels are attacking again."
The words had barely fallen when loud shouts of killing came surging from outside the city.
The guards, who had not rested long, hurriedly went to face the enemy.
Immediately, they saw that this time the attacking rebels were also equipped with siege equipment.
Before they could see clearly what this siege equipment was,
A massive stone dropped from the sky, smashing a soldier into a bloody pulp, dead beyond any doubt.
"It’s a catapult!" shouted a Song General.
As he spoke, another stone smashed into the tower, shattering tiles and nearly injuring Zhao Xian.
"Lin Wei, take care of those people down below. I’ll take care of them."
Zhao Xian shouted, then flew out, drawing his sword to send a blade of light, killing over ten rebels trying to approach the city wall.
But by doing so, he also exposed himself as a target to the Rebel Army.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Arrows shot toward Zhao Xian.
However, when they were about a zhang away from Zhao Xian’s body, they stopped in mid-air.
As a Third Grade master, his True Qi Defense was not something ordinary people could break through.
But as he needed to use True Qi to attack and to maintain True Qi Defense simultaneously, the consumption was immense.
It was naturally impossible for him to sustain this indefinitely.
His actions were merely to boost the soldiers’ morale.
The Governor personally took action.
With a casual sword stroke, he killed dozens of rebels, and the defending soldiers cheered and were greatly inspired.
The lord is so powerful.
The rebels’ attempt to breach the city is simply wishful thinking.
Soon, the dozens of laborers attempting to open the city gate were also eliminated.
The rebels’ siege was pushed back.
"General Zhang, what do we do now?"
At the rear of the Yellow Turban Army, Zhang Ping’s deputy general looked at the scene before him and said in a deep voice.
"Good, good, good." Zhang Ping was not angry, but instead applauded loudly.
Just as the deputy general was puzzled, Zhang Ping said, "If he had stayed hidden inside, this general would truly have no means against him, but now that he’s seeking death himself, he can’t blame this general.
This general wishes to see if he can handle being attacked from three sides!"
Zhang Ping’s hands quickly formed a seal, chanting, "With my True Qi, I merge with the wonders of heaven and earth!"
"Duke of Thunder, assist me!"
Zhang Ping pointed at Zhao Xian.
Suddenly, in the night sky, thunder roared, and a silver thunderbolt pierced the sky, fiercely striking Zhao Xian’s True Qi Defense.
This strike caused cracks to appear in Zhao Xian’s True Qi Defense.
Zhao Xian panicked.
Being in the air, he was already an easy target.
Once the defense broke, his life would be in danger.
After another sword stroke that killed nearly a hundred rebels, Zhao Xian thought of descending.
But Zhang Ping was not willing to let him go so easily.
He immediately pulled out a Yellow Talisman from his pocket, given to him by his father Zhang Jiao. He held it up, and the Yellow Talisman began to burn slowly. A voice, not his own, came from the talisman:
"Become a sacrifice to the realm of the Yellow Sky! Summon wind and rain, command thunder and lightning!"
"Boom!"
A more massive silver thunderbolt than before descended from the ninth heaven.
Completely shattering Zhao Xian’s True Qi Defense.
Not only that, even the True Qi on his surface was retracted into his body under the wave of lightning.
Meaning he now had no defense at all.
Zhao Xian’s face changed dramatically.
The next moment.
Whoosh!
An arrow pierced the air.
It passed through his chest.
Instantly, Zhao Xian’s eyes lost focus, and he fell from the air, crashing onto the tower, life dissipating.
The Song soldiers on the wall were shocked.
Suddenly, someone shouted.
"The Governor is dead."
"Zhao Xian is dead!"
"Run, Duke of Heaven has issued orders, the Governor was struck by lightning!"
These words caused panic among the soldiers.
Then a figure ran off the wall, fleeing into the city.
Someone had escaped.
Seeing this, more followed suit, fleeing in greater numbers.
During the ugly hour.
Nanyang City fell.
...
On the other side.
Barely a quarter of an hour’s rest, Huangfu Hao mobilized the army, marching through the night.
Hoping to reach Nanyang before dawn.
Stations along the way had already received orders to provide supplies as much as possible when the army arrived.
However, while the first few stations were fine, later they were all removed and the people within were cast into the wilderness.
"Once we reach Nanyang, we’ll have supplies. Giddy up..."
Huangfu Hao shouted loudly, urging his horse forward.
The sound of hooves hitting the ground shook the earth, with the cavalry’s torches forming what looked like a fiery dragon in the night sky, rushing toward Nanyang.
In contrast to Huangfu Hao’s night march,
On Chen Mo’s side,
As soon as night fell, Xiao Teng ordered to set up camp.
Now, aside from the soldiers on guard duty, almost everyone was asleep.
Chen Mo, who had just finished simulating, chose the "Location of Luo Zhen" and then proceeded to perform a defense rotation in the Eastern Capital.
Chen Mo stood on the erected platform of the camp, his gaze looking into the distance, murmuring softly, "Daoist Temple on Jiyang Mountain in Fengchi County."
"What Daoist Temple?" Gao Zheng asked upon hearing Chen Mo’s murmur.
"Nothing," Chen Mo smiled and then said, "Stay alert."
