Ye Youhuan used a catapult to assist in the siege of the city and helped Zhong Ling a lot.

The commander of the Liang army was taken away, and the soldiers became very confused, hesitating between advance and retreat.

On Zhong Ling's side, the momentum is like a rainbow, leading people to slash and kill all the way, and the cool people who kill are terrified.

More and more Yan people rushed into the city.

"Zhong Ling God of War, please take us down the city gate."

A small team leader beside Zhong Ling shouted.

The Yan people have always called Long Qian the God of War, but Zhong Ling used this battle to prove that he is a super soldier comparable to Long Qian.

Because Zhong Ling had no official position, the little team leader didn't know what to call her, so he called her the god of war.

After he finished speaking, the soldiers on the side echoed: "Zhong Ling, God of War, lead us to take the city gate." ”

"Good!" Zhong Ling nodded and led the soldiers to rush to the city gate.

She was like a Shura, dancing the dance of death amid the splashes of blood.

When she finally took possession of the city gate with her people, her body was covered with blood, as if she had come out of a pool of blood.

"Boom—"

The gates were wide open.

In siege warfare, the gates are opened, which generally means that defeat is assured.

The walls could no longer provide shelter for the defenders.

Zhong Ling and the soldiers around him got out of the way and made way for the Yan soldiers who frantically poured into the city gate.

"Thank you...... Thank you, Zhong Ling God of War. "There was also a bloody warrior beside Zhong Ling, and he fought with Zhong Ling all the way.

Not only him, but the soldiers around Zhong Ling were almost exhausted.

They leaned against the city wall, the blades of their weapons were curled, and they were no longer sharp, and the hands holding them could not help trembling.

Zhong Ling comforted: "The city gate has been opened by us, you can rest well." ”

"Hmm!" Everyone's hearts were relaxed.

Suddenly, the person on the side exclaimed.

It turned out that a young man was already exhausted, and he relied on a strong breath to beat his spirit, and after hearing that he could relax, he fainted directly.

Zhong Ling happened to be on the side and immediately held him up.

"Eh-" Zhong Ling sighed and said, "Why don't you like peaceful days? ”

In the midst of the shouts and screams, Zhong Ling suddenly missed the quiet valley and the peaceful time spent with his two sisters.

"Who doesn't love a peaceful life!" It was a young soldier of fifteen or sixteen years old who spoke.

Blood continued to flow from his hair, and he had no choice but to wipe his face with his hands again, revealing a childish face.

The soldier said: "The Liang people didn't destroy my family, but I still came to fight." ”

"Huh?" Zhong Ling looked at the young soldier curiously.

"I want to fight and make meritorious contributions, and when I become an official, I will marry Li Tiexing, the village flower of our village." Although the soldier was tired, his eyes were bright and full of hope.

"Poof—"

The young soldier said these words seriously, which amused Zhong Ling.

The other soldiers on the side also made fun of him: "When you go back, your village flowers are already married." ”

"You just follow the old men, don't marry the village flower when the time comes, let's find a higher level, find a town flower!"

Xiao Bing said stubbornly: "I don't want Zhenhua'er, I want Tie Xing'er from our village." ”

Because of Xiaobing's stupid reason for being a soldier, everyone's heavy mood was relieved.

Zhong Ling saw too many people die today, both his own people and his enemies, all of them were killed and wounded.

She asked the soldier strangely: "You risked your life to attack the city just to marry a woman?" ”

"That's not an ordinary woman, that's what I've loved all my life." The little soldier said wistfully.

"I'm also for a woman."

Before Zhong Ling could take a closer look, a middle-aged soldier on the side also spoke.

"Brother, aren't you married yet?" The soldier asked.

The middle-aged soldier smiled bitterly and said, "I'm for my daughter, and he needs money for his illness......"

"You all seem to have goals in life, but I don't." Zhong Ling said faintly, and for a moment she felt a little lonely.

……

At the beginning of the war, heroes like Zhong Ling and Long Qian were needed.

But the war was by no means a stage for a few people, and fierce battles lasted for a long time in the city pass.

The number of Yan people was more than three times that of the Liang army, and they lost the protection of the city wall, and the Liang army was defeated and retreated.

When Ye Youhuan entered the city, the enemy army had all surrendered.

The city was littered with corpses.

In some places, the corpses were piled up into a small mountain.

The princess's men are cleaning up the battlefield and counting casualties.

The enemy army was originally stationed in the city with 5,000 men, and at this time there were about 2,000 soldiers alive and surrendered.

After this battle, the Liang army lost about 3,000 deaths, while the Yan Kingdom died about six or seven thousand people.

It was clear that they were on the winning side, but the number of dead was twice as many as the enemy.

The siege is indeed the most brutal war of attrition.

When Ye Youhuan found the conference room, the room was full of sadness.

Everyone was sad, only Ye You, who didn't know why, smiled happily.

"It's all here!" Ye Youhuan carried a cloth bag and walked into the military tent, blood oozed under the cloth bag, and it seemed to contain a human head.

Behind him, there were five other heads who fought alongside him.

"What's wrong with you, why are you all crying and sad." Ye Youhuan reminded: "We won the battle, we won the battle. ”

After Ye Youhuan finished speaking, no one paid attention to him.

Everyone was silent in sadness, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Youhuan looked at the people in the big tent strangely, especially when he saw Zhong Ling crying with a sad face.

"Why are you so upset?" Ye Youhuan felt that no matter what happened, Zhong Ling should be able to stay out of the matter.

"General Long Qian...... He's dead. ”

Zhong has been flexible for more than a hundred years, but he has hardly ever felt sad.

The peaceful life in the valley made it difficult for her heart to make waves.

"Oh, that kid, it's a talent, it's a pity to die." Ye Youhuan said strangely: "Why do you seem sad when he dies." ”

"We're fighting side by side!" Zhong Ling said: "And if he hadn't intercepted that wave of arrows for me, I would have been seriously injured even if I didn't die." ”

"He died to save you?" Ye Youhuan exclaimed.

"Hmm!" Zhong Ling nodded.

"I didn't expect others to be good!" Ye Youhuan walked up to Zhong Ling and said with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine!"

"It's too dangerous." Ye Youhuan said: "Don't fight in the future." ”

"No!" Zhong Ling said: "It's not time to ...... yet"

"What's not the time?" Ye Youhuan was surprised.

"Since we have chosen to help the princess return to the country, let's go down this road well."

"Huh?" Ye Youhuan looked at Zhong Ling again, as if he had reacquainted with her again.

"I'll help the princess get back to the country." Zhong Ling's hand rested on top of a sword pinned to his waist.

The sword looks unremarkable, but it has a name, and it's called Nyusk.