Chapter 27 Frontline Bulletin

  In the center of Fengdu City lies a magnificent palace, where the Tianlong Emperor resides, also known as the Imperial Palace.

  "Ride! Ride! Ride! Ride!" A soldier covered in blood, ignoring the horse's fatigue, continuously whipped the horse as it galloped wildly through the streets of the capital.

  The residents on both sides of the street and those strolling on the street scurried away, and some nobles even started cursing loudly. However, when they opened their mouths, they saw the flag behind the soldiers, and immediately shut up. The flag was a striped tiger, which was owned by the Tianlong Kingdom's military, and only the Měng Hǔ Tuán (Fierce Tiger Corps) of the four major military corps guarding the border dared to use it. However, the general of the Měng Hǔ Tuán was known for speaking with his fists. Years ago, during a battle, a soldier came to seek help from the reinforcements on the street and collided with a noble's carriage. The noble's followers then beat him up severely. After the soldier crawled to the entrance of the imperial palace and delivered the message from the front line of the Měng Hǔ Tuán, he closed his eyes forever. When the war was over, Shí Hǔ (Stone Tiger) learned about this incident and immediately led a battalion of soldiers back to the capital from the border, killing the entire noble family. He almost went to war with the Kyoto Border Defense Army's "Undead Bird Corps" but was saved by Lěng Xiǎo Tiān (Cold Whisper Heaven), who intervened on his behalf. If not for that, Shí Hǔ would have been beheaded by the emperor. From then on, no one dared to provoke the Měng Hǔ Tuán. In the words of the nobles, Lěng Xiǎo Tiān was a big madman, and Shí Hǔ was a little madman.

  "Huh?" On top of a lavishly decorated wine tower, a young and handsome man saw the soldier's reckless charge, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of puzzlement appeared on his face. Had something gone wrong at the border? Weren't there 100,000 elite soldiers from the Ferocious Tiger Corps guarding it? This person was Zhao Qing, the commander of the Capital Border Defense Army, the Undying Bird Military Unit.

  "Neigh!!!!!" After the horse let out a long neigh, it kicked its front legs and fell to the ground, with a stream of fresh blood gushing from its mouth. It died instantly, showing just how fast it had been galloping.

  The horse's sudden kneel sent the soldier riding on it tumbling down, and with the inertia, the already wounded soldier was flung out, slamming heavily onto the ground, gasping for breath.

  "Ah, oh," the soldier lying on the ground gasped for breath, and a crowd of poor people gathered around, pointing and whispering to each other, but unfortunately no one came forward to offer a helping hand.

  "Hold on, the message must be delivered to General Leng's hands, otherwise tens of thousands of brothers in the rear will be sacrificed." With this firm belief, the soldier struggled to get up from the ground, and every movement made his facial muscles twitch with pain.

  "Get out of the way, get out of the way! What are you all doing here?" A loud shout rang out, and the crowd was pushed aside from outside to make a path for a team of well-equipped soldiers who rushed in from the outer perimeter, apparently the Kyoto Border Defense Army.

  "Commander of the Fierce Tiger Squad?" The soldier in front, seeing the flag behind the other soldier, furrowed his brow slightly and asked with a questioning expression: "Brother, I am Wang Heng, captain of the 3rd squad of the 1st battalion of the Border Defense Army. Who are you?"

  "Border Defense Army?" The soldier who had just stood up heard the name of the household reported by the soldier in front of him, and his eyes lit up, as if he had relaxed some nerve, and his body fell down again.

  Wang Heng swiftly dodged and supported the fallen soldier, asking anxiously in his mouth: "Brother, how are you?"

  "Take me to General Leng's residence, I have important military information to report, quickly..." The soldier muttered in a weak voice.

  "Alright, brother, hold on." When Wang Heng heard the soldier's muttering, he suddenly understood that something big was going to happen. Otherwise, the soldiers of the Hu Ben Tuan would not be so desperate, and they wouldn't care about their own injuries just to see General Leng.

  "You continue patrolling, the rest of you disperse for me. Whoever blocks again, I'll have them taken back to the heavenly prison." Wang Heng's face was stern as he gave orders to the soldiers.

  "Yes, Captain." The soldiers responded in unison. Upon hearing Wang Heng's words, the surrounding residents dispersed, laughing and joking, "Who would want to go to the heavenly prison?"

  Wang turned around and let the soldier lean on him, with both hands supporting him, he directly carried the soldier towards General Leng's mansion.

  A few minutes later, Wang arrived at the gate of General Leng's mansion, panting and carrying a soldier on his back, but was intercepted by the soldiers guarding the entrance.

  "Who is it?"

  "I am Wang Heng, the third squad of the first battalion of the border defense army. The brother behind me is a soldier of the fierce tiger regiment, he has an urgent military report to General Leng, please report." Wang Heng immediately reported his own identity and the identity of the soldier behind him.

  Several soldiers looked at Wang Heng with puzzled eyes, then glanced at the soldier behind him who was covered in blood, and slightly furrowed their brows, saying: "You wait here, I'll go report this."

  "It's too late now, give this letter to General Leng." The soldier behind Wang struggled to say these words, and his hand also stretched out a letter with a wax seal.

  The soldier had just finished speaking, and before the several soldiers at the gate of the Marshal's mansion could reach out to take it, his outstretched hand dropped vertically down, and the letter fell directly to the ground. On the front was written in large characters: "Marshal Leng personally opens, Shi Hu's letter."

  "Brother, how are you?" Wang Heng felt the breath of the soldier behind him disappear, and he quickly put down the soldier on his back and shook him a few times. Then, he stretched out his hand to feel the soldier's pulse, and after a slight sigh, another life was gone.

  "Shí Hǔ?" Several soldiers guarding the gate saw the words on the letter and immediately understood that something big was happening. One of the soldiers hastily picked up the letter from the ground and ran towards the mansion.

  After a dozen or so gasps for breath, a majestic figure appeared at the gate of the mansion, still shouting: "Where is he? Where is he?"

  "Marshal." The soldiers guarding the gate knelt down on one knee and cried out in unison as they saw the arrival.

  "Everyone, where is the messenger?" Cold Xiao Tian's face showed a look of anxiety as he waved his hand. Because Shi Hu didn't explain clearly in the letter what happened at the border, only saying that he had abandoned the city and retreated, needing reinforcements to come and support him, saying that the Beast Country had sent an army of 2.5 million men, so Cold Xiao Tian wanted to know what had happened at the border, so he hastily flashed out first. He didn't hear the soldier behind him say that the messenger was already dead.

  Wang Heng saw the person in front of him, and suddenly became excited. Oh my god! He actually met the legendary God of War! Suddenly, his whole body trembled with excitement, and he quickly knelt down and said: "Your humble servant has seen General Leng."

  "Hey, kid! Get up and tell me what's going on at the border?" Leng Xiao Tian waved his hand casually, but he was most concerned about what had happened at the border. His grandson, Leng Xiao Yao, was also at the border, and he couldn't bear anything happening to him. After all, Leng Xiao Tian was currently most worried about the issue of succession. He had finally found a promising candidate, and he didn't want his own selfish decision to ruin another potential successor. The thought alone made Leng Xiao Tian want to cry.

  "Thanks, General," said Wang Heng, pointing to the soldier on the ground who had already stopped breathing. "But this little guy was just a border guard from Kyoto, and the messenger was him." Wang Heng's face showed admiration because he had checked the soldier's body earlier and found that despite being seriously injured and losing too much blood, he had still managed to persist until Kyoto, and just this determination alone was worthy of Wang Heng's respect.

  Leng Xiao Tian heard Wang Heng's words, his expression slightly paused, and he walked directly to the front of the soldier who had lost his life on the ground. He took a closer look, then raised his hand to pay his respects to the deceased soldier with a military salute. With his Sword Saint cultivation, he naturally saw more than Wang Heng. He had already seen that the soldiers who lost their lives on the ground were completely relying on a strong conviction to hold on until they reached the gate of their own mansion before they died. This conviction was worthy of being saluted by the War God of Yun Man Tian Dragon Country.

  "Bury him properly. If he has any elderly or young family members, I, the Cold Manor, will take care of their living expenses from now on." Leng Xiao Tian instructed his subordinate calmly.

  "Yes, Marshal."

  After Leng Xiao finished giving orders, he smiled slightly at Wang Heng and said: "Little guy, thank you for bringing him to me. You've done a great job this time. I'll mention it to your military commander later."

  "General Leng has spoken, I'm just doing what's within my duties." Wang Heng responded with a somewhat surprised and flattered tone, looking rather at a loss.

  "You go back first! I still have things to attend to."

  "Fall back." Wang Heng had been in the army for more than a year or two, and when he heard Leng Xiao Tian say this, he hastily paid his respects and turned to leave.

  "Beastman Country, you'd better pray that my grandson is unharmed. Otherwise, I won't mind leading the army to attack again. It seems that the battle at Pingyuan Slope didn't make you fearful enough." A glint of killing intent flashed across Leng Xuetian's eyes, and in the next moment, he vanished like a ghost into the gate of the manor.