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Chapter 876 Hengzhou's Constant Mobilization

"Set off!"

At Wei Qing's command, he spurred his horse forward, with Huo Qubing close behind. The Imperial Guards surged forward like a tidal wave, marching majestically toward Tianheng Prefecture.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the camp, Lian Po was leading his 40,000 infantrymen, preparing to take over the defense of northern Hengzhou.

As a seasoned veteran, Lian Po's face was etched with the marks of time, but his eyes remained as sharp as an eagle's.

"General, I'm entrusting the northern part of Hengzhou to you."

Before setting off, Wei Qing made a special trip to Lian Po and solemnly gave him his instructions.

"Haha, my lord truly makes the right choice in employing people. I knew that with your talent, Zhongqing, my lord would never let you waste your years in this remote place."

"Zhongqing, rest assured, though I am old, my duty to defend this land is inescapable! As long as I am here, the northern part of Hengzhou will be impregnable, and no one will be able to cross this line!"

Lian Po nodded, laughed loudly, and patted Wei Qing on the shoulder.

Although the two were of vastly different ages, during the time they worked together, Lian Po had come to regard Wei Qing as a close friend, and he himself greatly admired Wei Qing's brilliant strategies and military tactics.

He had always known that Wei Qing and Huo Qubing were destined not to stay in northern Hengzhou for long. During this period, whether it was Wei Qing's strategy of gradually encroaching on the territory and using force to suppress others, or Huo Qubing's unpredictable and superb cavalry tactics, they had all left a deep impression on the veteran general Lian Po.

Therefore, he knew that his lord would definitely mobilize them soon, and these two "Iron Wall of Hengzhou" did not belong here!

"With the old general here, Zhongqing can rest assured."

"Alright, we're heading south now. General, please take care of yourself. We'll celebrate our victory together when we return in triumph!"

Wei Qing smiled and bowed to Lian Po from his horse.

After saying this, Wei Qing turned his horse around and led his 30,000 Imperial Guards on their southward journey.

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Meanwhile, in the vast southern land of Hengzhou, in the desolate place where it meets the border of Wuzhou, a cavalry force clad in silver armor and riding pure white warhorses, like a bright spot in the morning light, was rapidly moving about. It was none other than the light cavalry led by Zhao Yun—the White Horse Cavalry!

As dawn broke, Zhao Yun, clad in silver armor that gleamed with a cold light, stood on the head of his horse, spear in hand, his gaze sharp as he looked into the distance.

Beside him, numerous white-haired warriors stood in formation, each horse exceptionally magnificent, its muscular lines clearly defined in the morning light, while the riders on horseback displayed resolute expressions.

"Brothers, the lord's orders have arrived. Something has happened in Qianzhou. We must go there immediately to join General Wei Qing and launch a major campaign together!"

"Our lord has summoned us, the White Horse Cavalry! We will go forth without hesitation, no matter what lies ahead, to ensure the safety of our lord's great cause!"

Zhao Yun's deep voice pierced through the morning mist, reaching the ears of every member of the White Horse Cavalry.

Upon hearing this, the White Horse Cavalry responded in unison, their voices like thunder, causing the birds in the forest to scatter in panic.

Upon receiving the order, the many White Horse Cavalrymen moved swiftly and decisively, packing their belongings and galloping towards Tianheng Prefecture with thunderous hooves and billowing dust.

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Meanwhile, in a valley not far from Tianheng Prefecture, the camp of the Xuanwu Guards was also bustling with activity.

As Su Ye's personal guards, the entire Xuanwu Guard was clad in heavy armor, with intricate totems carved on it, making it appear incredibly imposing.

For Su Ye's many armies, the Xuanwu Guards are not only Su Ye's protectors, but also an iron wall on the battlefield. No matter what kind of powerful enemy they face, they can stand firm as a rock.

At this moment, many Xuanwu Guards were busily preparing their equipment in the camp, their heavy armor gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"All troops, heed my command! By order of our lord, assemble immediately at Tianheng Prefecture and prepare for battle!"

The deputy commander of the Xuanwu Imperial Guard, a burly and resolute-faced general, shouted loudly.

Upon receiving the order, the Xuanwu Guards sprang into action, forming orderly ranks. The heavy armor clashed against each other with a dull thud, like the beating of war drums.

Then, the large group marched out of the valley and rushed towards Tianheng Prefecture.

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At the same time, a large-scale mobilization of countless troops was carried out within Hengzhou.

At this moment, Qianyuan City, located in the center of Qianyuan County in the south of Qianzhou, was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

On the dilapidated city walls, flags fluttered in the wind, but could not conceal the weariness and anxiety in the hearts of the defenders.

Time, like a millstone, slowly but steadily grinds away every minute and second. For Nangong Tianxia and his Thunder Dragon Riders, who were trapped here, this month felt like an eternity.

At first, Nangong Tianxia was still able to repel the Yellow Turban Army's fierce offensive several times, thanks to the remaining power of his Burning Life Technique and the indestructible impact of the Thunder Dragon Riders.

However, as time went on, the backlash from the Burning Life Technique became increasingly severe. His physical strength and internal energy were constantly being depleted, and the blood-red light within his originally dazzling blue-black aura had long since dimmed, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Moreover, the resources within Qianyuan City are gradually showing signs of depletion as they are consumed day by day.

The grain reserves in the granary were dwindling day by day, and the once mountain of arrows had dwindled to just a few bundles. Even the seemingly indestructible city walls were showing signs of damage after being bombarded by siege engines countless times.

Nangong Tianxia's originally heroic face looked even more haggard due to days of fighting and hard work, and his eyes were bloodshot like a spider web.

The Thunder Dragon Cavalry, once a formidable heavy cavalry force, now appeared utterly exhausted. Their once-shiny armor was now covered in the marks of countless battles, worn beyond recognition.

The carefully bred dragon-scaled horses also appeared thin and weak due to prolonged battles and a lack of sufficient fodder.

Although Nangong Tianxia constantly set an example by personally patrolling the city every day to boost morale, as time went by, with no reinforcements from outside and no food supplies inside, Qianyuan City gradually fell into an unprecedented predicament.

Although the Yellow Turban army outside the city did not launch a general offensive, their tight siege was more deadly than any fierce attack.

The occasional battle reports that arrived were all bad news: the reinforcements from all sides of the Great Qian Dynasty that rushed to Qianyuan City were either intercepted and killed by the Yellow Turban Army led by Meng Zhang and Li Cunxiao, or ambushed, suffering heavy losses.

Those armies that once set out full of hope have now become another glorious chapter in the Yellow Turban Army's record of victories.

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