Chapter 186 Desperate Situation

"Sir, it's bad. Zhongli led 5,000 troops out of Fanyang City. Read М"

Yuan Mansion.

Yuan Li was drinking and having fun with his three concubines when Guo Tu rushed in.

"What!" Yuan Li was shocked and pushed the woman lying on him away, causing a burst of coquettish anger.

"The gatekeeper stopped him, Zhongli just said he wanted to avenge his father and went straight away." Guo Tu said, "But he went to Lulong Mountain."

Yuan Li frowned, something was wrong.

Pacing back and forth, he said, "The last time Zhongli went to Shanggu County, he was injured in a strange way. With his shrewdness, he shouldn't have made such a mistake."

Guo Tu also had doubts, but he didn't think so deeply at the time.

Now it seems that this Zhongli is very strange.

"Send someone to chase him immediately, and we must not let him ruin our good things." Yuan Li glared angrily.

Although his thoughts are still a little messy now.

But his instinct made him feel that Zhongli betrayed him.

This time, he must have discovered his plan to kill Mo Di and went to rescue Mo Di.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Guo Tu's forehead. He could never have imagined that such a mess would happen.

Turning around and leaving, he hurriedly ordered the army to pursue Zhongli.

…

On the long snowy official road, a thousand cavalrymen escorted Mo Di and his son and walked slowly southward.

Immediately.

The two chatted from time to time, looking relaxed.

"So, it seems that I did the right thing to send you to the King of Yan." Mo Di smiled.

When Mo Yu returned to Yanguan, the two set off together immediately.

Along the way, Mo Yu kept telling about his life in the King of Yan's army and was very satisfied with his current life.

"Father is still a wise man. His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan is different." Mo Yu smiled, "As father said, if you want Yanguan to be safe and secure, it is best to have the Prince of Yan assist you. Based on my understanding of His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, if something really happens in Yanguan, he will definitely take action."

Mo Di nodded. He asked Mo Yu to go to Yan County not just for Yanguan.

There was also his own selfish motive.

Although he was in Yanguan, he could feel that the mutual infighting between the powerful families was getting more and more serious.

He could also feel that the royal family's control over the court of Dasong was becoming more and more powerless.

At first, Yanguan was controlled by him, and military orders were passed down, and everyone was united.

In recent years, the voices of criticism against him in the court have risen.

Some said that he was self-reliant and some said that he was stubborn and self-righteous.

In this continuous slander and coercion, Emperor Zhao Heng had to give in and sent him a son of a powerful family as a deputy general.

And gradually increased the power of the deputy general to restrain him.

But even so, the powerful families did not give up and still wanted to replace him.

Fortunately, the powerful families are also fighting each other, and they have not yet reached a common candidate.

Feeling this.

He decided to let his youngest son serve the King of Yan.

If one day, there is a major change in the government and the Mohist School is overthrown, at least in this distant Yanzhou, the Mohist School still has a root.

"Well, in this case, follow the King of Yan well in the future." Mo Di stroked Mo Yu's head.

After walking for another half a day, they rested at the post station at night. The next day, the father and son continued their journey and soon entered the Lulong Mountains.

Looking at the mountains and shrubs dyed white by the snow.

Mo Yu admired the beautiful scenery in front of him.

But at this moment, suddenly a dense sound of breaking through the air sounded.

Countless black spots flew out from the mountains and forests on both sides and rushed straight towards them.

"Ah...hiss..."

A burst of screams from soldiers and wailings from horses sounded.

Mo Yu saw the thing clearly, it was an arrow.

"Enemy attack!"

Mo Yu was shocked and wanted to gallop away to protect his father.

But suddenly an iron chain jumped out of the ground and cut off the official road from east to west.

He fled in the direction of Yanguan, but the road behind was also blocked by the iron chain.

"Protect the general, others follow me to kill!" Mo Yu's eyes were red.

Now he couldn't think about who wanted to kill them, but rage rose in his heart.

The Mo family was loyal to Dasong, but they treated the Mo family like this, how could he not be angry.

He reined in his horse and rushed towards the enemy who was pulling the chain in the woods.

Mo Yu raised his saber, but at this moment, a dense crowd of soldiers suddenly jumped out of the snow.

The leading soldier raised his spear and stabbed his horse.

"Hiss..." With a scream, Mo Yu sat down on the horse and fell to the ground.

Mo Yu rolled over and got up from the ground. He saw enemies several times his size coming out of the snow and killing the accompanying guards.

More enemies rushed towards his father.

Although the guards tightly protected his father, they kept falling under the enemy's attack.

"Ah..."

Mo Yu screamed, grabbed a spear that had been stabbed by an enemy soldier, and slashed it with a knife.

But he only felt a pain in his palm, and did not hurt the enemy soldier.

From the cut of the enemy soldier's clothes, he saw the black iron sheet inside.

In the moment he hesitated, several enemy soldiers rushed over and stabbed him with spears.

"Captain, be careful!" A Yanguan soldier shouted and blocked in front of Mo Yu.

The spear immediately pierced the Yanguan soldier.

Warm blood flowed on Mo Yu's hand, and extreme anger made him rush towards the enemy soldier regardless of everything.

Dodging the stab of the spear, he stuck to an enemy soldier and cut the enemy soldier's neck with a knife.

But more enemy soldiers came one after another and surrounded him.

Mo Yu could not resist, so he could only fight and retreat, constantly approaching his father.

In less than half an hour, more than half of the Yanguan soldiers accompanying him were killed or wounded.

The cavalry lost their mobility in the snow, and the enemy soldiers put on heavy armor, and they lost all their advantages.

After killing another enemy soldier, he came to his father and shouted to the remaining Yanguan soldiers: "Follow me, let's kill together."

"It's useless." Mo Di's hoarse voice sounded, "This is a long-planned assassination."

In his field of vision, enemy soldiers came from all directions, surrounded them in the middle, and constantly compressed their space, and they had nowhere to escape.

"Father..." Mo Yu's voice was trembling.

There was a trace of sadness in Mo Di's voice, "I, Mo Di, did not die under the swords of the Beidi people, but today I will die at the hands of the Dasong people. Dasong, if you don't have brave soldiers and sharp swords, the root cause of the country's destruction lies in this group of people with bad intentions."

Mo Yu was furious when he heard this. He didn't know who arranged this assassination, but even if he died, he would kill to the end.

"Son of a bitch, remember, my name is Mo Yu, if you want to kill me, come on!" Mo Yu rushed out.

"Haha, good job." Mo Di also rushed out.

The remaining Yanguan soldiers looked at each other. They always respected Mo Di.

Knowing that they would die, they put life and death aside. Some of them protected Mo Yu, while others protected Mo Di, fighting with the enemy.

Swords and knives could not cut the enemy's armor, so they rushed over and bit the enemy with their mouths.

Even if they were pierced by spears, they would hold the enemy's legs and not let go.

The snow melted with blood, and the bodies of the Yanguan soldiers bloomed like red roses in a white.

The encirclement of the enemy soldiers was getting smaller and smaller, and there were only a few Yanguan soldiers left.

Mo Yu and Mo Di looked at each other and smiled.

Today, they died together.

"Kill!"

However, at this moment, a roar suddenly sounded.

On the south of the official road, a cavalry general came on the snow with a silver spear in his hand.