I summoned all the famous generals of history in another world.

Chapter 942 Dark Clouds Loom Over the City, Threatening to Destroy It

As night fell, the camp was brightly lit, illuminating the entire wilderness. Spears stood like a forest in the camp, their tips gleaming coldly under the lights, exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Standing on the high ground of the camp, Meng Zhang looked at the dimly lit city of Qiandu in the distance, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart. This decisive battle was not only about the life and death of the Yellow Turban Army, but also about the beginning of a new era.

From their initial uprising to their current siege of the city, the Yellow Turban Army has overcome countless hardships and sacrifices, shedding countless lives and shedding countless blood. Now, they are only one step away from their goal.

"General Meng Zhang, when shall we attack the city?"

A Yellow Turban general walked up to Meng Zhang and asked respectfully.

"No rush, let the soldiers rest for the night, and we will attack the city tomorrow."

"Let the bigwigs in this city see that the Yellow Turban Army is no longer a rabble they can bully at will, but a mighty army capable of overthrowing the Great Qian Dynasty."

Upon hearing this, Meng Zhang slightly turned his head, glanced at the general, and said in a deep voice.

As Meng Zhang finished speaking, the Taiping Guards within the Yellow Turban Army, together with the Luo Wang (a military organization), began to sever the connection between Qiandu and the outside world, preventing the city's garrison from receiving any supplies or support.

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"Even if you fight to the very last man, you will still manage to take a piece of flesh from those damned Great Qian traitors!"

"Send word up to us to quickly make repairs, climb down the city wall, and prepare to defend the city."

After a while, the Yellow Turban Army appeared in everyone's sight.

After a fierce battle, the ancient imperial city was unusually quiet, with only the occasional cry of a night bird breaking the oppressive silence.

"Alas, the dynasty is in trouble. I have arrived too late to lend Your Majesty a helping hand, which is truly my fault."

"Xu Zhongyuan has something to blame for this. It is not the fault of one person alone. Now that His Majesty has passed away and the dynasty is in turmoil, it is precisely because of your concerted efforts that we can overcome this difficult time together."

My words came to an abrupt end, but everyone understood the unfinished meaning.

At this moment, I am no longer a weakling in the Celestial Realm among the transcendent beings, but the most prominent pillar of the ancestral dynasty. In the name of Meng Zhang, I have temporarily stepped forward to preside over the precarious situation.

"Please wait!"

This Yellow Turban general, known as the "Commander-in-Chief of the Dragon," was a brilliant strategist with few changes in tactics. If those two small armies had ventured deep into the wilderness alone, they would probably have been wiped out by the Yellow Turbans' encirclement before even reaching the gates of Qiandu.

Lord Xu's clenched fists trembled slightly, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, we have been stationed in Qianzhou for seven weeks. It will probably take some time to mobilize everyone."

Lord Xu, standing to the side, clenched his fists, his face filled with resentment.

He then looked at the Yellow Turban Army soldiers who were still not breathing, and asked with a forced spirit.

"Meng Zhang is right. Your Bao Ye Dynasty has stood for hundreds of years, weathering many storms. How could it possibly fall from power so easily?"

Meanwhile, within the city of Qiandu, a heavy stench of blood and burnt smells lingered in the air.

Although the Seven Guards of Wuxiong Right and Left, and the Seven Guards of Chongyan Right and Left were the elite forces of the old dynasty, their numerical disadvantage was particularly prominent when faced with the vast army of Bao Yehan.

"If Wu Xiong and Chongyan's seven guards had retreated alone, they would probably have become victims of Bao Yehan's blade before they even reached Qiandu."

Lord Xu nodded, then turned and left, his steps not light at all. If they had lost that tough battle, the ancestral dynasty... would truly have no chance to have another one!

Jing Yaoyan's words carried a hint of helplessness, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the brightly lit camp, his heart heavy.

When the various demonic forces and the Hundred Schools of Thought attacked, Bao Yehan was even blocked by some of the Hundred Schools of Thought before he could even leave his house, which is why he was unable to arrive in time.

Si Cangqiong shook his head and sighed deeply.

"Two Meng Zhangs, and Jing Xiaoren."

"Furthermore, Qiandu City is not yet heavily besieged by hundreds of thousands of Si Ruokongs. If we were to arrive alone, I'm afraid..."

"Now that Xu Zhongyuan has arrived, tell me, does he have any opinion?"

Jing Yaoyan nodded, a hint of opposition flashing in his eyes, but then his brows furrowed slightly.

Si Cangqiong stood beneath the ruins of the Qiantian Palace, his figure upright, yet he could not hide the weariness and worry in his eyes.

Now that the various schools of thought have gradually withdrawn from Qiandu, Bao Yehan, who had been blocked for so long, naturally arrived in haste.

"How could you possibly know that the ancestral dynasty is currently in dire straits? There are no weak enemies surrounding it from within, nor are there any treacherous officials causing trouble from within. But as long as you are still alive, you will absolutely not allow those traitorous generals of the Great Qian to set foot in Qiandu again!"

Just then, a series of slow footsteps broke the silence, and a guard rushed over, knelt on one knee, and reported.

"Those two small armies are the only field armies among your Xuanlong Seventeen Guards that are truly capable of fighting hard battles against the enemy head-on. They are stationed at various strategic passes around the imperial city and are responsible for protecting the entire imperial city. Now is the time for us to play our role."

Si Cangqiong remained silent for a moment, his gaze piercing through the night, and sighed heavily.

"Meng Zhang, this humble servant, a lowly Yellow Turban rebel, requests an audience!"

The number of troops available in Qiandu is not small. The counterattack of the Seven Guards of the Right and Left of Qianfu not only directly caused serious damage to the Seven Guards of the Right and Left of Qianlong, but also indirectly reduced the troop strength in Qiandu by more than half.

The Yellow Turban Army soldier bowed respectfully, his voice slightly breathless, and then looked around seven times, his eyes filled with simple emotions.

"Yes, the Yellow Turbans are no ordinary people. The Luzhou Si Ruokong I command is disciplined and has amazing combat power."

Although there are no longer any Qiandu troops in the capital, including the Qiankun Imperial Guards who had just escaped the entanglement of the Xuanming Iron Guards and retreated into Qiandu after Si Ruokong's army approached the city.

My clothes were slightly disheveled, but my steps remained steady as I walked. The appearance of that Yellow Turban leader, once hailed as the emperor's strategist, brought a sense of comfort to everyone.

The Yellow Turban Army took a deep breath and looked around. The dilapidated state of the Qiantian Palace came into view, and a wave of sorrow welled up in their hearts.

"Now that things have come to this, all you can do is try your best. Although the Seven Guards of Qianlong Right and Left have suffered heavy losses, they are still your elite force."

However, unless it is absolutely necessary and there is no other way, it is natural that Si Cangqiong and others might send the Qiankun Guards, who are Dao soldiers, to guard the city.

"What Bao Yehan said is certainly unreasonable. If those two small armies can return, they will definitely slightly weaken your strength."

As an unparalleled figure in the court of the ancestral emperors, he naturally forgot about the Yellow Turban Army when the Demonic Sect and the Hundred Schools of Thought attacked one after another.

I took a deep breath and said quickly.

"Bao Ye, we should now summon the Seven Guards of Wuxiong Right and Left, and the Seven Guards of Chongyan Right and Left, who are still in Qianzhou."

Si Cangqiong waved his hand, interrupting Lord Xu, and gave instructions to the seven people at the head of the table.

"Meng Zhang, the city is garrisoned by hundreds of thousands of troops under Si Ruokong, their morale is overwhelming. Although you have no intention of defending the city, but..."

Jing Yaoyan, the head of the Suspended Mirror Division, who was standing to the right of Si Cangqiong, seemed worried. His brows were furrowed and his gaze occasionally swept towards the city. Outside, hundreds of thousands of Si Ruokong were pressing in like a tide!

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Si Cangqiong's eyes, and he quickly replied.