[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 58)

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Chapter 58 Dark Clouds Destroy the City

In the front courtyard of Muyun Mansion, the lake shimmered under the setting sun. A group of three- or four-year-old children stood by the lake,

skipping stones. A little girl with two braids threw a stone that

bounced five times before finally sinking, drawing cheers from her friends!

On the training ground, the Jingwei team members had just finished a day of arduous training. Most of them marched in long, neat

rows towards the barracks to the east, finally dispersing in front of the barracks to attend to their daily tasks.

A little girl's round, rosy face beamed with pride as she picked up another stone to throw.

Two men and women, still in their training uniforms, came hand in hand to her side, smiling as they watched

the little girl having so much fun.

Seeing her friends all looking at her, the little girl turned around and rushed into the woman's arms, calling out affectionately,

"Daddy, Mommy! I got the best skipping score today! Are you done with your training?"

The woman said softly, "Una, it's almost dinner time. You should go back now, or Grandpa and Grandma will come

looking for you again."

The little girl looked at the sun rising over the western hills, fluttered her long eyelashes, and said sweetly, "There's still an

hour left. I'm having so much fun. I'll go back later. Daddy and Mommy, can you come and have dinner with us tonight

? It's been so long since our family has been together."

The woman shook her head. "Not today. The Jingwei Team has rules. Daughter, be a good girl and listen to Grandpa and Grandma. Daddy

and Mommy something to do, so we have to go now."

Reluctantly watching her parents' figures grow smaller and smaller until they disappeared behind Tenglong Pavilion, the little girl

turned around and threw a stone. This time, it bounced six times on the water's surface, and she couldn't help but dance with joy!

After a while, an elderly woman with white hair, leaning on a cane, walked slowly towards them. Looking at

the little girl from afar, she called out breathlessly, "Little girl, it's time to go home!"

The little girl turned around. "Grandma, I haven't had enough fun yet! Dinner's still a little while away, isn't it? You go home first,

I'll play a little longer."

The old woman started to nag, "You child, you always say that. You forget everything when you're having fun.

You say you'll only play for a little while, but I often wait for ages and you're nowhere to be seen. The food gets cold. If you don't go home now,

Grandma will have to come out again..."

The little girl sighed, stamping her foot helplessly. "If the food gets cold, I can just reheat it! Really!"

The old woman smiled kindly. "Little girl, come home with Grandma, Grandma will tell you a story."

The children cheered at the same time, "Grandma Baiya is going to tell a story! Oh~ oh!" They all

rushed to the old woman's side, helping her walk westward.

In front of the stables stood a long row of bungalows, housing grooms. The Jurchens considered their horses private property,

even the warhorses of their elite troops. Each member of the Jurchen army or elite guard owned two or three horses.

Busy with training and household chores, the elderly took on

the responsibility of feeding the horses and raising the children.

The bungalows were filled with people over seventy and children under five or six. At this moment, smoke

rose from every chimney as they prepared dinner.

In the second bungalow from the left, an elderly man with white hair and beard was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. Outside,

an old woman sat on a small stool, surrounded by expectant children, slowly telling her story:

"In your grandparents' hometown, which is also your ancestral home, every winter it's a vast snow-covered forest.

Just a mile east of Grandma's house is a boundless ocean. After it freezes over, we often go ice skating, breaking through the thick ice

to catch fish —it's so much fun! In summer, the sea is surging with waves, and countless seagulls soar freely in the sky..."

The little girl's eyes shone with longing as she murmured, "Grandma, it's so beautiful! I really want to

see the sea, but you never take me back to our hometown."

The old lady tugged at her cute little right braid, saying with boundless affection, "My little darling..." " You

make it sound so easy. Our hometown is six or seven thousand miles away from here. It would take more than ten days to ride a horse there. How could you

, at such a young age, possibly endure that? But when you turn eight, Grandpa and Grandma will take you back to see the sea."

The little girl clapped her hands and laughed, "Great! Great! Including the beautiful and vast

grasslands , and the boundless desert. When I grow up,

you

and Grandpa must take me to see them!" Her friends also chimed in, "I want to go too! I want to go too!" The old lady chuckled, "Great!

But I wonder if Grandpa and Grandma will still be able

to walk by then!" ********** ... 　　On the eve of battle, the vast courtyard of Muyun Manor was eerily silent. Whether this was due to Murong Ziyan's distraction and lack of vigilance, or a hidden killing intent, it was unclear. 　　Beneath the shadowy eaves of a house on Xiaoxi Street outside the courtyard wall, a tall, slender middle-aged man with a high nose, hawk-like eyes , and a somber face stood with his hands behind his back. He wore an embroidered robe with yellow-edged leopard patterns on the collar and cuffs. 　　Behind him stood two neat rows of embroidered figures, about fifty or sixty in total. On either side of these figures were masked men dressed entirely in black, each tall and thin, with only their eye sockets visible. Their gazes were calm and cold, like ghosts from the underworld. 　　Several torches behind him cast long shadows of the tall man in the yellow-edged robe, making his face indistinct and adding to his sinister and cold aura. 　　He silently gazed at the high, seemingly endless courtyard wall across Xiaoxi Street, shrouded shrouded in mystery. 　　But then he heard a series of loud "whoosh whoosh whoosh~ bang bang bang~" sounds. He knew that it was the eight catapults concentrated outside the south gate of Muyun Mansion launching simultaneously, bombarding the tightly closed, heavy courtyard gate. 　　He looked up at the sky; the round stones, each weighing about twenty pounds, gleamed in the night, tracing white arcs as they crashed heavily to the ground. Some hit high, some low, some landing inside the courtyard, others outside the gate, creating a series of loud bangs, but not a single one hit the gate.

"These bastards! I don't know how they train, and they're supposed to be the Imperial Guard!" the man in the yellow-trimmed embroidered

robe cursed inwardly.

After the first two rounds of volleys missed, the slingers must have readjusted their aim. In the third round,

four large stones finally hit their target in parabolic arcs, cracking the heavy courtyard gate. Then came the deafening "bang~ bang~" of soldiers carrying thick

logs and slamming them against the gate. After more than twenty impacts, a series of

cracking sounds followed, indicating that the gate had been forced open.

A drumbeat came from the south gate of the courtyard. The man in the yellow-trimmed embroidered robe raised his hands and waved them forward.

The embroidered robes and masked men in black standing behind him immediately leaped up like hawks, soaring high over

the heads of the government troops stationed on the street to encircle the gate. In the blink of an eye, they appeared on the courtyard wall and rushed into the courtyard.

Over three hundred experts from the Embroidered Robe Pavilion and Flying Eagle Sect stormed into Muyun Mansion through the main gate and west wall, followed closely by a large contingent of government troops

.

A chaotic cacophony of "whoosh whoosh whoosh~" filled the courtyard, followed by piercing

screams!

The man in the yellow-trimmed embroidered robe felt a chill run down his spine and leaped onto the wall with lightning speed! Looking down,

he saw countless points of light hurtling towards his men!

About ten embroidered robe men and twenty men in black had already been struck by various hidden weapons. In the

torchlight he glanced at them and recognized them as sleeve darts, throwing knives, crossbow bolts, plum blossom needles, and five-pointed star projectiles with sharp edges

. Another ten or so men in black had been smashed into the iron cages by massive iron hammers, their bodies also riddled with hidden weapons;

they were clearly beyond saving!

He frowned, looked up, and saw rows upon rows of stables built of logs, stretching endlessly before him. They

were empty, not a single horse in sight, but a foul stench filled the air.

He roared, "Charge in! Anyone who resists will be killed!"

Over three hundred men in embroidered robes and black-clad assassins, each wielding a sharp sword, used their lightness skills to carefully swiftly

move forward along the passageways between the stables, quickly arriving at the long row of bungalows in front of them.

Several men in black, carrying torches, kicked open a door with a loud bang.

"Who are you? What do you want?" An elderly couple with white hair sat up in fright on the kang (heated brick bed),

trembling all over, staring in terror at the uninvited guests dressed in black and masked. Between them lay a

little girl of about three or four years old, her hair in pigtails, her face round like a red apple, her long eyelashes

completely obscuring her closed eyes. Her small, curled-up body and slightly upturned lips made her look like an angel, still

fast .

Suddenly, a flash of cold light, and the white-haired old man lying on the outside of the kang only managed a half-

scream of "Ah!" before his voice abruptly stopped. He collapsed, his head fell, and a spray of blood spurted out!

"My old man! Waaaaah! Ah!!" The old man's head rolled onto the kang, where the white-haired old woman

caught it , trying desperately to put it back on, unable to hold back her sobs.

The man in black stepped forward. A sense of foreboding rose in the heartbroken, white-haired old woman's heart. She quickly looked down at

the little girl beside her, her eyes filled with terror and pity. She knelt before the little girl, who slept like an angel, and

pleaded in a mournful voice, "Please, spare my little granddaughter… Ah!" A

flash of cold light, then another, and both grandmother and granddaughter's heads flew off their bodies!

The little girl's head was severed at the neck, crimson blood gushing from her neck cavity. Whether it was the vibrant blood

or the torchlight, it stained the eyes of the men in black a blood-red hue, making them appear incredibly eerie and terrifying!

The poor little girl didn't even utter a scream before dying a violent death in her sleep. Perhaps she was dreaming of

beautiful grasslands? A vast, turbulent sea? An endless desert? All these places she had heard her grandparents

talk about but had never seen. She longed to see them all when she grew up.

In an instant, screams erupted from the row of about forty bungalows!

A man in a yellow-embroidered robe, his hands behind his back and his face ashen, slowly walked past the doors of these bungalows. The people inside were either

old or young, their numbers varying, all of them had been slaughtered!

Seeing that the "enemies" at the stables had been completely eliminated, he waved his hand, directing his men to continue their charge towards

the wide plaza by the lake.

Ahead of them, a large group of people appeared, their shadowy figures flashing towards them. The two sides clashed head-on in the plaza,

the clanging of weapons and shouts of battle filling the air—a fierce battle had begun!

Others rushed across the arena towards the row of bungalows in front of the stables. A moment later,

heart-wrenching cries , screams for parents and children, filled the air, a sound that brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it.

Surrounded by more than ten subordinates, the man in yellow embroidered robes stood quietly on the sidelines, watching the fierce battle unfold. The Rakshasa Sect

members seemed caught off guard, not expecting the imperial army to resort to such a despicable night attack. They were all disheveled,

yet each possessed exceptional martial arts skills and was fearless. Despite being surrounded by their own skilled men and a large number of government troops, they

held their own...

"The Rakshasa Sect has dominated the Northern Martial Arts World for so many years; it seems they truly have hidden talents." Looking at

the government troops still pouring in from outside the gate, he sneered inwardly, "I'll see how long you can hold out!" While

the battle raged fiercely inside the courtyard, under an old locust tree in front of the gate, the stone-throwing soldiers transferred from the Imperial Guards

had nothing to do. Dozens of them gathered together, craning their necks, chatting and watching the spectacle. These catapults were

poorly aimed, mainly used to bombard city gates, houses, or fixed obstacles. It would take several volleys to even get close,

and they only caused injury if they hit a person directly. They were essentially ineffective against moving crowds,

and completely useless during close combat.

Thus, these catapult soldiers became idle. Their reason for lingering was to

wait until storm into the mansion and loot.

The immense wealth of the owner of such a grand and secluded mansion was self-evident.

This group was currently discussing how to attack without being detected by their superiors,

their discussions becoming increasingly animated, when they heard the clatter of hooves.

They all turned to look, and in the dim light of the night, they saw shadowy figures approaching from the east street.

As the rhythmic hoofbeats drew closer, a strange troop of black-clad knights galloped up to

the east end of Xiaonan Street.

It was a very long caravan of horses, three horses abreast, stretching as far as the eye could see; the front of the caravan had already set foot on Xiaonan Street.

The following troops continued to rush in from the east street.

Under the flickering torchlight, these men were all broad-shouldered and burly, with solemn expressions. Their horses were large and strong,

a rarity in the Central Plains, and the simultaneous appearance of so many fine steeds was even more unusual!

Amidst the galloping horses, the black-clad knights stood ramrod straight, clearly possessing excellent riding skills. The slinger leader

was puzzled: "If they're government cavalry, their attire doesn't match, and their mounts

are far superior to those of government warhorses; if they're outlaws, their horses and equipment couldn't be so refined..."

Driven by curiosity, he led two of his men to meet the group of black-clad knights, loudly asking,

"Which unit are you from? Are you government reinforcements...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of cold light appeared, and three heads fell to the ground, while the riders on horseback seemed to have remained motionless! The remaining

slingers, seeing this, scattered in terror. While the mansion's wealth was tempting, their lives

were more important!

This group of black-clad knights was none other than the Tyrannosaurus Army.

Zhou Yun, who was leading training at the Yinan hunting grounds, calculated the time; Wu Yue should be back by now. Losing all interest in training,

she led her troops hastily back to Jinan.

On the return journey, about twenty li east of the city, just as they were about to disperse and enter the city separately,

she received a message from Zhai Yue via carrier pigeon. Overjoyed, she assumed Wu Yue had returned, but upon opening it, she read, "Mansion attacked, return immediately!"

The few words, without any code, indicated an extreme urgency!

The Tyrannosaurus Army, under her leadership, rushed to the scene, storming into the city through the east gate.

Those government troops who tried to question or block their path met the same fate as the three slingers—beheaded before they could even understand the situation!

A luxurious carriage moved through the center of the procession, with Zhou Yun seated inside. Four maids, including Zhenwen, rode

around , each with a curved sword at their waist. Zhenwen's weapon pouch held an enormous spiked club,

far too large and heavy for her tall, slender figure, making one wonder how she could possibly wield it.

Xiao Cui's weapon pouch held a long-handled, oversized curved sword; Xiao Hong carried a longbow taller than a person;

and Xiao Lü's pouch contained dozens of javelins, slightly shorter than spears but much thicker and longer than arrows, resembling javelins

but significantly longer. Four spare horses followed behind the carriage.

Seeing that they were approaching Muyun Manor, Zhou Yun leaped from the carriage and landed on the back of a tall, magnificent

black horse. Zhenwen blew a terribly unpleasant double whistle, and the entire procession came to an abrupt halt. For a moment,

not a single hoofbeat could be heard!

Zhou Yun roared, "All soldiers of the Tyrannosaurus Army, your time to shine has come! I hope you

will continue the glory of your ancestors and not tarnish this long and honorable title! Listen to the commands and maintain

contact with each other using whistles." She then waved to Zhenwen.

None of the black-clad knights showed any signs of excitement or pre-battle tension;

their faces remained cold and stern. Battle was a habit for them; they were facing

prey. What was there to be nervous about?

For an army, being filled with fighting spirit is harmful, because passion can

cloud the judgment of commanders and soldiers. A true iron army should possess the calmness and patience of a wolf pack, the cunning of a fox, still

as a virgin, swift as a rabbit, and when it strikes, it is deadly!

The Tyrannosaurus Army undoubtedly achieved this!

Zhenwen blew a three-syllable note. All the knights immediately formed groups of three, unfastening the backpacks behind their saddles. They swiftly

draped one knight and his mount in gleaming, fully-fitted plate armor, while the other two donned their own armor,

though it appeared less heavy.

All of this was completed in less than a quarter of an hour. The Tyrannosaurus Army's daily training

demanded extremely precise time control; even the slightest delay would have dire consequences!

This was a man-horse coordination configuration devised by Zhou Yun after careful study of heavy cavalry tactics.

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