Traveling through the busy farmland of a peasant girl

Chapter 427: Jinghai Town Bloodbath

Shen Shaodong led an army of 200,000, like a black torrent, rushing towards the sea area of ​​Jinghai Town day and night.

After days of rapid marches, the soldiers were exhausted, but the burning fighting spirit in their eyes had never been extinguished in the slightest.

Finally, the outline of Jinghai Town gradually became clear in everyone's sight.

The scene that comes into view is like a picture of hell on earth.

The garrison camp was riddled with holes by the merciless ravages of war. The ruins swayed in the wind, and the rising black smoke, like the sighs of wronged souls, filled the air.

The whole town was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire. The raging flames were like the devil's tongue, greedily licking the houses, making crackling sounds.

The shrill cries and the pirates' hideous laughter intertwined together, like sharp knives, fiercely piercing everyone's nerves.

Those pirates, like demons crawling out of the abyss of hell, trampled on this originally peaceful land wantonly.

They held sharp blades in their hands, flashing cold light, and brutally slaughtered innocent people without any mercy.

The old people and children were powerless to fight back under their knives. Blood flowed out, dyeing the ground beneath their feet a shocking dark red.

The eyes of the captured women were filled with fear and despair. They struggled desperately but could not escape the clutches of the pirates.

The pirates abused them wantonly, revealing the ugliest side of human nature without reservation.

The streets and alleys were littered with discarded items, creating a mess, as if silently telling of the atrocities that had just occurred here.

"Kill!" Shen Shaodong's eyes were red, as if they were about to spit fire. He roared like thunder and charged bravely towards the enemy. The 200,000-strong army was like a surging tide, instantly engaging the pirates.

On the battlefield, the flashes of swords and the sounds of killing were so loud that it hurt people's eardrums.

People fell down every moment, and new soldiers took their place without hesitation every moment.

General Zhao Chongwu wielded the sword with both hands, and every chopped blow was accompanied by a tremendous force. The pirates around him fell one after another, but his left arm was also cut by the sharp blade. Blood kept dripping down his arm, but he was completely unaware, with only the enemy in front of him in his eyes.

Although the old general Xiao Zhenting has gray hair, his posture is still as straight as a pine tree. The spear in his hand dances like a dragon, and every thrust is accurate and precise.

However, when the fierce battle was in full swing, a pirate attacked him from behind. He was unable to dodge and was cut open on his back. The blood quickly dyed his battle robe red, but he just groaned, turned around and stabbed the pirate to death.

The soldiers were filled with rage and were not afraid of death. Some soldiers were injured in the leg by the pirates, but they knelt on one knee and still stubbornly resisted the enemy's attack with their swords.

Some soldiers were wounded in the abdomen, with their intestines flowing out, but they endured the severe pain and threw their spears at the pirates.

The eldest prince, Xuanchen, led the charge, his long sword wielding impenetrable force. Wherever he went, pirates fell. However, the long and intense battle had gradually worn him out, and his movements had become sluggish.

At this moment, Shen Shaodong's trusted guard Zhao Qi accidentally saw the second prince Xuan Heng sneaking up behind Xuan Chen while everyone was fighting fiercely on the chaotic battlefield.

Zhao Qi widened his eyes and stared at the movement over there. The next moment, the scene in front of him made him unable to believe his eyes - Xuan Heng actually raised the sharp blade in his hand high, and without hesitation, he used all his strength to chop Xuan Chen's right arm fiercely.

"Puchi", a dull sound was heard, and the sharp blade cut straight into the flesh. Xuan Chen's right arm was instantly separated from his body, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

He widened his eyes in disbelief as he watched the blood gushing out of his broken arm. The immense pain made his legs go weak, his vision went black, and he passed out.

Zhao Qi hid in the dark and saw that Xuan Heng did not continue to kill Xuan Chen, but quickly dragged Xuan Chen to a hidden corner of the wall.

Xuan Heng looked down at the unconscious Xuan Chen with a twisted smile on his face. He whispered viciously, "Who made the emperor only have eyes for you? I am the queen's son. Why does the emperor think that you, the eldest son, can be qualified for the position of crown prince? Now that you are crippled, the position of crown prince is destined to be mine!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qi did not dare to delay for a moment. He quietly left the battlefield, rode back to the camp at full speed, and told Shen Shaodong everything.

When Shen Shaodong heard this, he was deeply saddened, as if struck by lightning. He quickly ordered people to do their best to treat the eldest prince.

Just as everything was arranged, another soldier came hurriedly to report that the second prince had been injured in the leg by pirates.

Shen Shaodong felt his head spin, his eyes instantly reddened, and a wave of self-blame and guilt washed over him. He knew full well that he was to blame for the defeat in this battle and the changes within the royal family.

With an extremely sad heart, Shen Shaodong wrote a letter of apology in a hurry and arranged for it to be sent to the capital at full speed.

After the battle, Shen Shaodong, despite his exhaustion, forced himself to gather his strength and commanded his men to clean up the battlefield. With solemn expressions, the soldiers silently collected the remains of their comrades, their movements gentle and dignified.

They gathered the bodies of the dead pirates and cleaned up the blood and debris on the battlefield.

Medical staff rushed around the camp, doing their best to treat injured soldiers and civilians.

Painful groans could be heard from the makeshift tent from time to time.

Shen Shaodong dragged his heavy steps and checked the injuries of the soldiers one by one.

He looked at the injured generals, his eyes filled with heartache and guilt.

General Zhao Chongwu sat aside, looking at his injured left arm, silent, but with unwillingness in his eyes.

Old General Xiao Zhenting was lying on a stretcher, his face pale but his eyes still firm.

This brutal battle in Jinghai Town dealt a heavy blow to Beichen and completely exposed the conflicts within the royal family to everyone.

But Shen Shaodong knew very well that this might just be the prelude to a bigger storm.

He looked at the devastated Jinghai Town and secretly swore in his heart that he would restore Beichen to its former glory and make these invaders pay a heavy price.