Chapter 2 – The Silver Masked King of H*ll Part 2
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“Ah!!!” The screams erupted.
In retrospect, the Beirong troops resisted the sudden attack. However, before they had time to get into a fighting formation, they were swiftly and aggressively rushed by the Yan army into disorder, leaving them unable to retaliate.
“Kill! Kill! Kill!”
The Yan army’s roar resounded in the cold night. In sharp contrast, Beirong soldiers were crying out in a sorry state.
Seeing that the soldiers around him fought less and less, Zhu Wutu was afraid that even the soldiers around him would fold and almost peed his pants. Turning his head, he saw Helian Rongchuan coming out casually and at a leisurely pace. Immediately he acted as if he saw a Saviour.
The Dongyun Kingdom did not intervene in this battle between the Yan and the Bei Rong Kingdoms, but only mixed with both sides of the battlefield by doing some exchanges with soldiers, horses, and provisions. Dongyun Kingdom’s national strength was robust and located far away from the chaos of war. They were a hegemon that no one dared to provoke. So if one wants to survive, one can only get on Dongyun prince’s favourable side.
Zhu Wutu moved over with a smile: “Your Royal Highness! Good brother! Big Brother! You are a neutral country, and the Yan army would not dare to attack. So, Ben Wang is wondering if you could allow Ben Wang to join your team and retreat?”
“Oh?” Helian Rongchuan seemed to have just recovered from a splendid drama. He folded his arms over his chest and looked at Zhu Wutu with bewildered, even innocent eyes: “Why?”
“Why—?” Zhu Wutu was speechless from this response.
Dongyun Kingdom behind Helian Rongchuan was a neutral country in this battle. This time his sole purpose on the battlefield was to do nothing more than do business with soldiers, horses, and provisions. It was not worthwhile to risk saving Zhu Wutu and offending the other country.
Why?
Seeing that Helian Rongchuan was about to walk away, instantaneously between the spark and a flint, Zhu Wutu had an idea come to him. He quickly latched onto this life-saving opportunity: “Based on the 8,000 carts of provision you sold to me, I will add another 10% to the price!”
Helian Rongchuan kept walking away without a glance.
“20%! 20%——30%!” Zhu Wutu chased after him. But Helian Rongchuan turned on his horse neatly, and did not stop to pay attention to him.
“Forty—— five percent! Fifty percent!” Zhu Wutu hugged Helian Rongchuan’s calf tightly, completely lacking the manners of a commander-in-chief. He was almost crying.
Helian Rongchuan lowered his eyes and looked at the shivering Zhu Wutu indifferently.
“Double.”
Zhu Wutu’s eyes widened. He looked at Helian Rongchuan with surprise. The other party’s cold, unsentimental dark brown eyes, for the first time, felt distant and utterly foreign.
In the next instant he finally realized that the second prince, who usually laughed and wandered around, turned out to be a scheming wolf.
Zhu Wutu swallowed hard, clenched his fist, and made up his mind:
“Okay…double!”
“Contract?” Helian Rongchuan lazily stretched out his palm.
Zhu Wutu was anxious, but it was more important to save his own life. He gritted his teeth and took out the seal from which he was always inseparable: “This is the contract!”
Helian Rongchuan put on a bright, sunny smile. This smile made Zhu Wutu’s blood run cold. With a wave of his hand, a horse rushed out in front of him. Zhu Wutu jumped up in a hurry and flipped onto the horse.
Helian Rongchuan smiled contemptuously. It’s no wonder that Bei Rong’s national power had declined in recent years with such a greedy, cowardly idiot as commander in chief.
Yan army standing not far away had rushed over like a forceful beast. Helian Rongchuan smiled triumphantly. Tonight from the prisoner entered the camp, Helian Rongchuan knew that things would not turn out simple. Eighty percent of them acted as spies for the Yan Kingdom. But he didn’t reveal that to Zhu Wutu. He wanted to take advantage of his misfortune.
He was really grateful for this ambush.
The magnificent Dongyun royal banner raised high was his protective umbrella. This time, he was able to retreat fully.
Helian Rongchuan smiled contemptuously at the helpless Yan army and turned his
horse’s head to leave——
Whoosh!
A sharp sound cut through the air!
A silver light flashed in front of Helian Rongchuan’s eyes——
“Ah!” Zhu Wutu screamed and fell straight down from his horse. His eyes widened in terror, but it was no longer an expression of a living person.
A silver arrow pierced the back of his heart and straight through him. With unabated energy, it plunged straight into the solid trampled snow that, almost none of it protruded.
Who shot this arrow? The aim was immaculate, the force behind it – substantial, and the speed was swift.
“Your Highness… Your… Your face…” The voice of the guard beside him was shaking horribly.
Helian Rongchuan felt a bit of a sting on his cheeks. When he glanced at his hand, he saw blood.
His cheek got scratched by the arrow.
The people around were stunned by this horrible scene.
Everyone looked at the hillside across.
The moon peeked out of the dark clouds, and the silver light poured down like a silver waterfall through the shallow clouds. Under the moonlight on top of the hill, a man and his horse stood tall. The battle armour and the steed were white; the man’s face was obscured by a silver, savage-looking mask. Only his red cloak billowed in the cold wind like a phoenix spreading its wings.
Everyone stood in stunned silence. The atmosphere amongst soldiers from Bei Rong that had fought the Yan army, seeing that their commander in chief was shot dead with an arrow, had turned into chaos. Seeing this person was like seeing a ghost. The troops that had not yet assembled started a violent commotion.
On the bloody battlefield, there was a terrifying, legendary rumour. Yan Changqing, the general of Yan Kingdom, had extraordinary strength and was incomparably powerful. At the age of seventeen, he was promoted to a third rank Yunhui general. At the age of eighteen, he chased away the invading Beirong army commander in chief Hun Hushi and his army. Yan Changqin commanded the elite eight hundred Black cavalry. Sleepless in the wild Gobi, he travelled straight without stopping for hundreds of miles, eventually cutting down the exhausted Hu Hunshi, and capturing more than 5,000 people.
Due to his grand accomplishments, people secretly rumoured that General Yan was actually not human but a monster. With an ugly appearance: a face covered with black hair and a mouth full of blood. Anyone who saw his true face would be scared to death. So he always wore a silver mask. And because his surname happened to be Yan, which was the same as “Yan” (H*ll), people privately call him
The Silver Masked King of H*ll.
The person ahead, was it not him?
Many people instantly covered their heads and fled, but even more threw away their helmets, and kneeled down shouting:
“We surrender, please do not kill us! King of H*ll, show mercy! King of H*ll, please have mercy!”
The instant the words, “We surrender, please do not kill us!”, came out, all Beirong soldiers had given up their resistance. They knelt down and their hands clasped their swords, crying:
“King of H*ll mercy!”
“King of H*ll mercy!”
These pitiful sounds filled the fields. It was quite a spectacular scene. The drums of war that represented the attacking orders abruptly ended. The well-trained Yan Kingdom black armoured troops stopped the attack.
The Bei Rong army was on the verge of an amnesty. Only the surrounded
Dongyun people were left.
There was trouble for the black armoured troops. The surrendered Beirong soldiers were easy to deal with, but the Dongyun people who appeared out of nowhere left them with barely any choice. They couldn’t fight or let them go, thus they surrounded them. Everyone’s eyes were focused on the commander in chief of the black-armoured troops of Army A.
Yan Changqing directed his horse forward.
He looked condescendingly from his war-horse at the Dongyun people surrounding the area. Under the magnificent Dongyun imperial banner, the man was calm without any chagrin. The eyes he used to look at himself were no different than the gaze he used to appreciate a dancer.
Every soldier in the Yan army knew that the eastern part of the Yan Kingdom had the same national strength as Dongyun Kingdom. Yan Kingdom’s national strength was built up from the blood that fell from the horseback of generations of Yan ancestors. It was said that the kingdom was blessed and favoured by Gods. Dongyun’s natural resources were abundant, especially the temper snow stones that forged the world’s top weapons. The terrain was remote, and had always been far away from the chaos of war. But Dongyun was unwilling to stay away from war. Dynasties came and went, and the Helian royal family had continued to sell scarce strategic resources to the warring two countries. They were an infamous and an untrustworthy royal family.
Yan Changqing squinted his eyes. He, Yan Changqing, was full of nationalism and he despised lawless fellows that relied on the grace of God and their ancestors the most.
But there was no alternative.
Yan Kingdom and Dongyun Kingdom had never infringed on each other’s waters. Although Dong Yun Kingdom provided Bei Rong Kingdom with provision, soldiers, and horses, how could he, Yan Changqing, not know how many of his weapons
and horses came from Dongyun?
Yan Changqing’s slender fingers gripped the purple longbow, and his arrows flashed coldly under the moonlight. Under his hideous mask, no one knew his thoughts.
A long while had passed.
Then as ordered, the black armoured troops put away their swords one by one.
But Helian Rongchuan didn’t mean to retreat quickly. He hugged his chest and smiled: “General, you must remember who rescued you tonight.”
Now that he was close, he noticed that a section of Yan Changqing’s neck with beautiful lines was exposed under his battle armour. It was extremely white against the red cloak.
Sure enough, it was this famous young general who turned into a prisoner tonight and burned the Beirong provision camp.
It was a clever plan. His act was almost perfect. If it wasn’t for him being suspicious, reaching out and probing before he was ready, Yan Changqing was afraid he would be deceived as well.
The people around didn’t understand the whole story, and couldn’t help being surprised and curious. This person was so courageous. It was obvious the Silver Masked King of H*ll intended to let him go, so why is he trying to get a foot once given an inch?
How could the invincible General Yan need someone to rescue him?
A chill came, and everyone around him shivered.
Yan Changqing glanced at Helian Rongchuan arrogantly and coldly, as if he hadn’t heard Helian Rongchuan’s words. Then, he turned around and left.
The west wind came, flying the flag high, and the horses stepped across the dead Zhu Wutu. Malachite green and gold Yan army banner danced in the night breeze, then gradually disappeared.
Helian Rongchuan raised his hand and gently wiped off the remaining blood on his cheeks. He looked at the tall and straight back that gradually faded away, with a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth.
“Silver Masked King of H*ll we will meet again”, he thought to himself.
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Aha
A neck fetish I see 😗