Chapter 77: Blood Spilt at Suiyang—Who Then Dared Call Him a Fool?
Word Number：371
Author：闲穿径竹
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Release Time：2025-06-28
Three men, each commanding thousands of horsemen and foot soldiers, pursued Xiang Shangxian to the very walls of the city, encircling him on all sides like a noose drawing tight. Though his martial prowess was second to none, even he could not withstand the tide of ten thousand rebels. An arrow had lodged in his shoulder days before, and for many long months he had survived on little more than bark and bitter roots. Now, having flung the last of his strength into a desperate battle, his body betrayed him; his breath came ragged, and his limbs grew heavy. The hero of Suiyang, worn and famished, stood alone against the storm. At the city gate, Xiang Shangxian stood, caught between the sword and the wall—no path forward, none back. One of the rebel generals, a brutish man wielding a long whip, called out with mockery ringing in his voice: “Xiang Shangxian! Why persist in this madness? Yield now, and we may yet spare your life!” But Xiang’s reply came sharp and scornful, his voice hoarse but proud: “I am a son of Han—shall I stoop to kneel before the foul Hu?” And with that, he wheeled his steed and brandished his halberd, charging once more into the fray. The rebel war-drums thundered, their horns blared into the blood-red sky, and the howling of soldiers shook the very earth. They swarmed him, enclosing him in a living wall of steel and rage. Around him, no more than a dozen loyal soldiers stood fast—each one choosing death over dishonour. One by one they fell, their bodies broken, their names unwritten but not unremembered. By the time dusk descended, cloaking the carnage in a veil of twilight, Zhang Xun, Xu Yuan, Nan Jiyun, and Lei Wanchun—each a lion in their own right—found themselves pinned, cut off by the flood of rebels that had breached the city's defenses. The gates of Suiyang had fallen. The city, once proud and defiant, now lay open to the night, and all that was left was the echo of lost glory. Xiang Shangxian held his ground as long as he could. All the soldiers who had followed him were dead, leaving him al
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