si-mexico Chapter 187 Refugees
Chapter 187 Refugees
After pondering for a long time, the emperor finally sighed and said, "Very well, since Minister Ren values him so much, then I grant your request. Effective immediately, Ren Zuoxin shall temporarily assume the position of Commander of the Black Armor Guard and lead his troops to the border."
Upon hearing this decision, everyone was shocked and knelt down to beg the emperor to rescind his order.
However, the emperor waved his hand, indicating that they did not need to say anything more.
"Your Majesty, no!"
"His Majesty......"
The dissenting voices were negligible. The emperor glanced at them coldly and asked in a deep voice, "What? Do you intend to defy the imperial decree?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty. This old minister will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust."
Ren Zhong looked smug and immediately knelt down to express his gratitude.
"Your Majesty, I have one more matter to discuss."
Ren Zhong suddenly raised his head, his two piercing gazes meeting the emperor's. An invisible pressure instantly spread throughout the court, making everyone feel suffocated.
The emperor looked impatient, his brows furrowed, and he asked with a hint of displeasure, "Is there anything else, my dear minister?"
Ren Zhong took a deep breath, cupped his hands and said, "This old minister believes that distant water cannot put out a fire. Now that the Northern Li has invaded and Grand Commandant Pei is trapped, the situation is critical."
The Gao Liang King's army was stationed at Huguan, which was closer. If they took a shortcut and crossed Xiping directly to provide assistance, they would definitely be able to arrive faster than the Black Armor Guards.
At that time, the King of Gaoliang will rescue Grand Commandant Pei, and the Black Armor Guards will arrive shortly after, pressing their advantage to capture Bei Li in one fell swoop. In this way, not only will Grand Commandant Pei be rescued from danger, but Bei Li will also be completely defeated, protecting the borders of Southern Xia.
His voice echoed throughout the hall like thunder, leaving everyone speechless.
They hadn't even considered how long it would take for reinforcements from the capital to arrive, or whether they would be able to reach the battlefield in time. And...
It is probably no easy task for Grand Commandant Pei to propose that the King of Gaoliang send troops.
The emperor lowered his brow slightly, his face showing deep worry and helplessness, and sighed, "I'm afraid the King of Gaoliang won't send troops easily."
Ren Zhong took another step forward, standing firmly directly beneath the dragon throne, his eyes shining brightly, and spoke with great passion.
"Your Majesty, the King of Gaoliang is also a subject of Nanxia and should obey the court's orders. Moreover, you are the Son of Heaven, possessing supreme power. With your imperial decree, how could the King of Gaoliang dare to disobey?"
The emperor hesitated for a moment, then his expression suddenly relaxed: "Eunuch Gao, draft the decree."
Xiping.
As darkness fell and the buildings drew ever closer, Su Fuying slowed her pace.
Having just passed Youzhou and traveled for a day and a night, Su Fuying felt somewhat tired.
The two large characters "Xiping" on the city wall ahead came into view. A man dismounted and led his horse into the city on foot.
As soon as Su Fuying stepped into the city, she noticed something was wrong.
The city was eerily quiet, and the gazes coming from all directions made one's hair stand on end.
These gazes carried an indescribable greed and longing, as if a pack of hungry wolves had spotted a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
This feeling of discomfort prompted Su Fuying to unconsciously quicken her pace.
Her gaze swept quickly over a group of ragged beggars by the roadside. As they approached the border, the number of refugees seemed to be increasing, something she had grown accustomed to along the way.
However, the scene inside Xiping City was still a bit too exaggerated. Most of the refugees in other towns were outside the city, but the situation of the city being full of them was simply unheard of.
"Please have mercy, young master, give me some food."
Suddenly, her clothes were tugged. Su Fuying looked down and saw a dirty-faced man tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.
Instantly, refugees from all directions turned to look, their hungry eyes seeming to want to devour him alive.
Seeing that Su Fuying did not resist, the man thought he had a chance and began to push his luck, even reaching out to grab the bag of dry food in Su Fuying's hand.
A cold glint flashed in Su Fuying's eyes, but she did not react immediately.
However, this action seemed to ignite a fuse, and all the refugees in the surrounding area rushed over.
"My lord, please give me some food."
"Sir, please have pity on us."
"Please..."
Pleading and shouting echoed from the crowd, growing louder and more chaotic.
"what!"
A scream rang out, and the refugees fell silent instantly. The first refugee who had grabbed the white-clad man's robe was kicked eight hundred meters away.
A sense of fear gripped the group, but their hunger made their eyes bloodshot. They hadn't seen such fair-skinned people in a long time, so how could they possibly let them go?
In an instant, refugees surged toward this side like a tide.
They pounced on Su Fuying without hesitation, like a pack of hungry wolves spotting food.
Su Fuying's face darkened, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.
He could no longer tolerate their unreasonable behavior. With a flash, he weaved through the crowd like a ghost.
Each strike was accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, repelling the refugees who tried to approach.
In an instant, cries of agony and pain rose and fell, and the originally surging crowd was gradually intimidated by Su Fuying's power and began to retreat.
However, driven by hunger, some refugees were unwilling to give up and continued to try to reach Su Fuying.
But their efforts were in vain. Su Fuying was agile and easily dodged their attacks, and then launched a counterattack.
Gradually, the commotion in the crowd subsided, and the refugees finally realized that the seemingly weak young master in front of them was not someone to be trifled with.
They looked at Su Fuying in horror, then their gazes shifted to the sturdy horse beside her.
Su Fuying frowned, a hint of doubt and unease flashing in her originally calm eyes.
Her fingers gripped the hilt tightly, as if she wanted to concentrate all her strength into the sword.
His gaze lingered on the group of refugees, who were barely clothed and looked haggard, and he hesitated.
After a period of inner struggle, Su Fuying finally released the sword in her hand.
He sighed, as if telling himself, "These people are not enemies, but just a pitiful bunch."
"Bai Hong, run!"
The man suddenly shouted, his voice revealing a firmness and determination.
At his shout, a tall and majestic white horse beside him immediately raised its front hooves and let out a spirited neigh.
It strides forward with powerful hooves, running swiftly like a bolt of lightning.
However, how could these starving people bear to let such a delicious meal slip away?
They rushed toward the horse without regard for its safety, trying to stop it from moving forward.
But Bai Hong, having received Su Fuying's orders, naturally wouldn't care about these people's lives.
Its heavy hooves trampled down mercilessly, crushing those who tried to stop it into a bloody mess.
Blood gushed out immediately, staining the surrounding ground red.
Some people in the crowd screamed in terror, while others licked their dry lips, staring greedily at the trampled corpses on the ground, their eyes gleaming with a fierce light.
As the white rainbow faded into the distance, Su Fuying leaped lightly into the air, crossed the rooftops, and swiftly ran towards the city gate. His figure was like a swallow, agile and rapid.
More and more refugees were piling up beneath their feet, all following Su Fuying as she moved slowly, their eyes gleaming with greed.
Suddenly, Su Fuying saw a dilapidated courtyard at her feet, with a large iron pot standing in it, containing the remnants of something that had been stewed.