RPAGF Chapter 855: Fire Sacrifice for the Northern Wing People
Chapter 855: Fire Sacrifice for the Northern Wing People
While the guard was checking the Wan soldier who had fallen off his horse, he turned his head to look at Tang Xinghe who was dragging his crippled leg into the government office step by step.
Tang Xinghe cut his palm with a short arrow, and blood dripped onto the bluestone slab where he walked.
The guard no longer had any suspicion and let him go.
Tang Xinghe lowered his head, staggered, and slowly approached the inner hall of the yamen.
"Stop!" another team of Wan guards shouted sternly, blocking with their spears.
Tang Xinghe pretended to be weak, coughed a few times, and reported in a hoarse voice, "I have urgent military matters to report to the governor..."
He trembled as he took out a blood-stained token from his arms. He had taken it from a dead Wan scout.
The guard took the token and looked at him suspiciously. But seeing that he was covered in wounds and dying, and seeing the wounded soldiers in the distance all in a miserable state, he finally dispelled his doubts and said, "Wait, I will report to the governor immediately."
Tang Xinghe lowered his head and said yes, a hint of coldness flashed in his lowered eyes.
After a moment, the guard came out with the token and returned it to him, "Go in. The governor wants to see you."
Tang Xinghe walked through the gate of the government office and glanced around.
The palace was heavily guarded, but most of them looked tired.
He limped and entered a side corridor in sight of the guards of the Yanei.
The corridor is deep and dark, with flickering candlelight.
A furious curse came from a room, "Useless! A bunch of useless! They can't even catch a small Northern Wing rebel!"
Tang Xinghe's lips curled slightly, and his hand was already on the short blade at his waist. It was a dagger tempered with a deadly poison, which could kill with one blow.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He seemed to have difficulty walking and did not kneel down. He just lowered his head and reported: "Sir! The reinforcements were intercepted by the Northern Wing Royal Division at Wulipo, with countless casualties."
Wu Le's heart trembled, his face turned pale, "What?"
He looked up and saw mud and blood on the other's leather armor, but he didn't suspect anything.
In his eyes, the people of Beiyi have always been cowardly and weak. Even if a knife was placed on his neck, he would not believe that any person from Beiyi would dare to break into the prefect's office alone in public.
But this time, he made a wrong judgment and embarked on a deadly road. "Tell me in detail about the reinforcements."
"Yes." The moment he agreed, Tang Xinghe suddenly looked up, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
He took two steps forward, turned his wrist, and the dagger flashed with a cold light.
The blade was as sharp as lightning, piercing Wu Le's throat!
Wu Le's pupils suddenly shrank and he leaned back instinctively, but his neck was still cut and blood gushed out immediately.
He stumbled back, screaming, "Assassin! There's an assassin!"
After all, he was born a military general, so he had some real skills. In an instant, Wu Le endured the great pain, letting the blood from his neck wet his collar, and attacked Tang Xinghe with fierce moves.
However, the poison in the wound took effect and the attacking moves were extremely weak.
Tang Xinghe sneered, took light and agile steps, and after dodging for a moment, he approached like a ghost and thrust out the dagger again.
This time, go straight to the heart.
The guards outside the door rushed in upon hearing the noise, shouting "Sir".
But they saw their governor, Wu Le, already covering his chest, slowly falling to the ground, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief, "You...you are..."
"Tang Xinghe from the North Wing has come to collect a debt." Tang Xinghe looked defiant, and kicked over the table to stop the guards from rushing over. He threw three hidden arrows with his backhand, accurately hitting the throats of the three closest ones.
However, the guards blocked the door with shields in hand, yelling and screaming.
Tang Xinghe was not in a hurry to escape. Instead, he cut off Xia Wule's head with a dagger in front of the guards.
All the guards looked terrified and took a step back.
At this moment, there was a sudden muffled sound, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Some people died upon hearing this.
Arrows rained down.
Seven Northern Wing men came forward.
They were dressed in the uniforms of Wan soldiers and held the Wan-style black-backed longbows.
Use Wan's bow to kill Wan's people!
The seven men were well-trained, their steps were in unison, even the arc of their bows was the same.
Seven bows were raised at the same time, and the buzzing sound of the taut bowstrings combined into one sound.
The candlelight streamed across their knuckles as they pulled the strings.
The seven men suddenly changed their formation. The first two knelt and shot, the middle three shot horizontally, and the last two actually flew into the air, completing the action of nodding the arrow and pulling the string in mid-air.
Seven arrows left the bow at the same time, but strangely collided with each other during flight, eventually turning into seven streams of light with different trajectories, nailing the guards who tried to raise their shields to the pillars of the porch.
The sound of arrows breaking through the air was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and each arrow accurately pierced the throat of a guard.
The leading man raised his pair of cold star-like eyes. It was Ma Chuyang.
The candlelight illuminated his angular jaw and the sneer on his lips, "Back then, you Wan people used a hail of arrows to slaughter the women and children in my northern wing. Tonight..."
He pulled out three arrows with his backhand, "I'll let you taste the feeling of being shot in the throat with one arrow."
When the three arrows were fired at once, an eagle's cry suddenly came from the highest watchtower in the prefectural governor's mansion.
That was clearly the cry of a living creature, but it strangely matched the rhythm of the arrow breaking through the air.
When the last guard fell to the ground, Tang Xinghe stepped out of the inner room over the corpse.
The so-called strict guarding of the prefectural government office is nothing more than this.
Vulnerable!
Nothing to fear!
There were chaotic footsteps coming from the distance, a new group of guards were coming.
Tang Xinghe calmly took out a fire starter from his arms, and with a light twist of his fingertips, flames suddenly shot up.
He lit the special rocket in his hand. The oilcloth wrapped around the arrow was soaked with resin and saltpeter powder.
It ignites immediately when it encounters fire, bursting into a ball of strange bluish-white flame.
"Whoosh-"
The moment the rocket left the bow, the entire arrow suddenly disintegrated in mid-air, turning into several streams of light with flame tails.
"The first fire is for our northern wing commander, General Wang Yulun!"
Whoosh!
The arrow leaves the string again!
Fires are everywhere!
"The second fire is for the souls of the thousands of soldiers who died on the northern wing!"
The eight North Wing men fired the rockets in their hands in all directions.
"The third fire is to commemorate the people of the North Wing who died in vain!"
The governor's office was ablaze. This was a fire sacrifice dedicated to the people of Beiyi.
A stick of incense later, a group of Wan soldiers with their faces painted black came down from the city gate of Guicheng.
They came over with a dead body on a cart.
The leader, Tang Xinghe, was out of breath and spoke incoherently, "Hurry, the governor's office has been attacked, and the governor requires you to go and provide support immediately."
In his hand he held the governor's necklace.
The prefect never leaves this thing.
The leading official under the city wall was named Rong He, who was both Wu Le's deputy general and his younger brother.
There was no more doubt at this point, and he immediately mobilized troops to go to the prefect's office for support.
Before leaving, he asked, "What's on this cart?"
"A corpse." Tang Xinghe was still panting. "A Beiyi man dressed in the uniform of a Wan soldier, pretended to be a Wan soldier to assassinate the governor, but was killed by the governor. The governor asked us to hang the corpse on the city wall to give the Beiyi man a warning."
"Okay." Rong He no longer suspected any trickery and ordered the guards to let Tang Xinghe and others pass, allowing them to push the carts to the city wall.