All Chapters of THE UNYIELDING GENERAL SU YU'S CROWN: Chapter 11
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CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Siege of the Capital
The Siege of the Capital The capital of Liwen had never known such silence.From the watchtowers of the outer wall, the city stretched below like a sleeping dragon its roofs slick with rain, its streets deserted, its great bronze gates closed for the first time in a century. Yet beneath that stillness, tension trembled like a drawn bowstring. Soldiers lined the battlements; civilians huddled in temples, praying to gods who had not answered in generations.And far beyond the horizon, thunder rolled not from storms, but from marching feet.Su Yu stood atop the western rampart, cloak whipping in the wind. He had returned from Yung Pass with half his strength gone, his armor dented and dulled. But his presence was enough. The moment he appeared, the frightened murmurs on the wall quieted. The Unyielding General had returned.Beside him, Lieutenant Mei tightened her gauntlet. “Scouts confirm it, sir. The Red Legion reaches the outer plains by nightfall.”“How many?” he asked.“Too many to
CHAPTER TWELVE: Ashes of the Crown
Ashes of the CrownThe smoke lingered for days.It rose from the ruins of Liwen’s heart like an accusation to the heavens, a gray shroud that dulled the sun and swallowed the stars. The capital was unrecognizable streets once lined with silk banners now choked with ash, statues melted into nameless forms, the air thick with the scent of loss.And through that wasteland walked Su Yu, the Unyielding General. His armor was blackened, his left arm bound in rough cloth, but his stride remained unbroken. Soldiers saluted as he passed, their faces streaked with soot and disbelief. For though they had survived, the question hung heavy in every gaze: At what cost?Behind him, the palace lay in ruin. The jade pillars had collapsed; the throne room was a crater of stone and memory. Somewhere beneath it all rested the body of Queen Linxue, the last monarch of Liwen.At dawn, Su Yu climbed the half-broken steps of the old watchtower. The wind carried the low hum of mourning songs from the lower ci