I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 297 - 221: Not Dirty
The world knows that the Iron Cavalry of Dayanβs Dingyuan Army is unrivaled and unparalleled;
But in fact, eight years ago, before another Marquis Mansion was destroyed, there was another infantry force called the Pingnan Army. They bore the surname Xiao and coexisted with the Dingyuan Army, known as the Mighty Lion! ππ«ππ²π¨πππππ―ππΉ.ππ¨πΊ
However, after the defeat at Yinzhou, the Xiao Family Army suffered heavy casualties, the entire Xiao Family of Marquis Nan was executed, and afterwards, Prince Rui took over the border army at the Southern Border. That once glorious and formidable legion, after countless trials, was left with only five thousand men under Prince Ruiβs command.
Yet, five thousand can still defeat a multitude!
"Tiger, Tiger, Tiger!"
At this moment, the five thousand troops of the Xiao Family Army were clad in heavy black armor, holding thick shields, advancing like an inky torrent, making a resounding noise on the ground.
Wei Junzhuoβs gaze tightened, looking at the gallant figure leading the Xiao Family Army, riding on a magnificent horse, feeling a sense of familiarity.
"If itβs not Su Yi, then who could it be?" someone asked.
"General, the people of Yan Country call him Fifth Young Master Rong!"
"I remember now, itβs the former Fifth Prince, the grandson of Xiao Jing!"
Wei Junzhuoβs heart trembled, calling out his name:
"Rong Heng."
Upon seeing Rong Hengβs face, Wei Junzhuo and the Yan Army officers who had experienced the battles of eight years ago, all had visions of the late Pingnan Marquisβ heir, Xiao Lie.
The same imposing demeanor, the same unparalleled pride, Rong Heng was even more detached and composed than the once youthful heir Xiao.
The long knives of the Xiao Family Army swept through, and the soldiers of Wei Country crumbled like earthen walls ravaged by a flood, becoming utterly chaotic.
"Retreat, regroup the troops!"
Wei Junzhuo frowned and calmly ordered.
So it was Rong Heng who led Su Yiβs five thousand Xiao Family Army, no wonder they returned so swiftly.
Only Prince Rui, Su Yi, and the sole surviving grandson of Marquis Nan, the Fifth Son of Yanβs former Emperor, could command the Xiao Family Army.
Though these five thousand were few, they came just in time, flanking the weary Wei Army from the rear who had been attacking the fortress all day, and with the border army defending the fortress fighting even more fiercely upon seeing reinforcements, the Wei Army suffered heavy losses.
This was not worthwhile.
Unwillingly, Wei Junzhuo raised his head, gazing at the proud, silver-armored youth standing on the city wall.
If it werenβt for Gu Lan defending Yinzhou today, slaughtering the Wei Army like a madman, scaring the soldiers into not daring to approach, he might have already breached the walls...
"Sound the retreat, immediately!" Wei Junzhuo lowered his eyes, ordering once more.
At this moment, standing below the Black Dragon Flag, Gu Lan was still wielding her long spear.
She was covered in blood, with every movement of her spear, another soldier of Wei Country was violently cast aside.
Within a radius of six feet, the Wei soldiers scaling the walls avoided her at all costs.
From afar, Rong Heng saw Gu Lan.
Upon seeing her drenched in blood, Rong Heng pursed his lips, his eyes immediately reddening.
Gu Lan was someone who loved cleanliness. If she hadnβt been pushed to her limits, she wouldnβt have let so much filthy blood stain her body.
He rode swiftly to the city gate, only to find the gate shattered, the thousand-pound gate blocking the alley, needing time to open.
So, Rong Heng abandoned his warhorse, using the cloud ladder left by the retreating Wei Army, recklessly charging up to the wall where Gu Lan was.
After who knows how long, Rong Heng finally reached the top of the city wall.
Gu Lan held the Azure Gold Spear entrusted to her by the Dingyuan Marquis. Wrapped in cloth strips earlier, they were now torn and fluttering, entwined with her fiery red cloak, dancing in the wind.
She dripped with blood, standing atop countless corpses.
Her black eyes turned red, filled with a bloodthirsty intent, scanning the remaining Wei soldiers on the wall.
The last glow of the setting sun fell upon Gu Lan, tinting her face with a faint rose hue, while Rong Heng finally reached her side.
"Lanlan."
Rong Heng softly called, his clear voice extraordinarily gentle.
"Rong... Young Master Rong, just now Little Young Master Gu almost hurt our people, you, you must be careful." a nearby Yan general whispered.
Earlier, when a Yan soldier wanted to help Gu Lan, he was almost struck down by the enraged Little Young Master Guβs spear.
Fortunately, the spear halted at the last moment, but only because another Wei soldier attacked, diverting her attention.
Rong Heng paid no heed, approaching step by step until he stood before her.
"Lanlan, Iβm back."
His voice carried a hint of restrained longing, his dark eyes filled with deep affection.
Yet Gu Lan seemed not to see the person before her, swinging the long spear, thrusting forward without hesitation!
"Your Highnessβ!"
With a cry of alarm, Rong Heng made no attempt to dodge, continuing to gaze steadily at Gu Lanβs bloodshot eyes.
A faint curve appeared on his thin lips, his voice ethereal and gentle:
"The candies you gave me, I havenβt finished them." The candies she gave him, he arrived just in time, still plenty remaining.
Gu Lan was momentarily dazed, the sharp spearhead stopping a few inches from Rong Hengβs chest.
After a while, the bloodlust in Gu Lanβs eyes gradually faded, returning to its usual clarity, yet tinged with a bit more complexity than usual.
Still gripping the spear pressed against Rong Hengβs chest, she said calmly:
"If someone had bumped into me then, youβd be finished."
The male lead dies, end of story.
"Doesnβt matter." Rong Hengβs lips curled into a smile, suddenly stepping forward, pulling Gu Lan into his embrace.
Startled, Little Young Master Gu hurriedly tossed aside the Azure Gold Spear, then kicked it far away.
The Azure Gold Spear buzzed.
Holding Gu Lan tightly, Rong Heng raised his hand, removing the hard, heavy helmet from her head, pressing her face into the nook of his neck.
The last time, she had awakened just like this.
He didnβt know what Gu Lan had gone through to become exceptionally bloodthirsty and uncontrollable at certain times.
But he knew, no matter how Gu Lan changed, upon smelling his scent, she would become a gentle cat, in love with his fragrance.
"Dirtyβ"
Gu Lan tugged at Rong Hengβs collar, murmuring softly.
This time, she didnβt faint, only thought Rong Hengβs scent was lovely while she herself smelled awful.
She wasnβt like a little cat, more like a little dog, sniffing carefully at his neck.
Rong Hengβs ears reddened again, the cold and fatigue from his journey dissipating, gently patting Gu Lanβs back, then unfastening his black cloak, wrapping it around her.
"Not dirty at all." Rong Heng softly said.
Around them, Tang Zhan and other border army soldiers, along with the arriving Xiao Family Army, witnessed the two embracing, each one astounded, silently pretending to see nothing.
"Iβd heard that Little Young Master Gu liked men... uh... letβs clean up the battlefield, everyone!" Tang Zhan couldnβt help but shout.
"Really canβt bear to look." a nearby general whispered.
"Alas, my Xiao Family, doomed to an end." This voice, filled with sadness.
