"Shizhong, Li Shizhong!" Xiao Shilian walked briskly forward on the wall of the city, which was littered with stones, arrows, and corpses.

Blood stained half of the city wall, and a famous soldier leaned quietly on the battlements, only a pair of eyes that were still turning told Xiao Shilian that these were still alive. And many more soldiers have been reduced to cold corpses, scattered in every corner of the city walls. There were still many corpses of the Northern Zhou people next to the battlements, all with round eyes, obviously shocked that they were blocked by such a thin city wall and repelled by such a small number of enemies.

At first, the defenders still had the strength to drop the corpses of the enemy, but later, there were so many corpses that they even exceeded the number of defenders in the city, so how could they still be dropped?

"Li Shizhong, where the hell did you die!" Xiao Shilian's eyes were blurred, he didn't know what kind of vicious battle he had experienced in this city after he left, but he knew very well that this would be an earth-shattering, weeping ghost and god battle, and he knew better that Li Xinchen had fulfilled his bold words of "not teaching Hu Ma to Yin Mountain".

This Zhangshan has really become the "Yin Mountain" of Wei Chi Hui and the Northern Zhou people.

But where did Li Xinchen go now?

At this moment, Xiao Shilian regretted the most that he left Li Xinchen in this Zhangshan County, even if he knew him at that time or Li Xinchen, he had no other choice.

"What do you call Lao Tzufu, who has a great life and can't die." At this moment, a hoarse voice came from not far away.

Xiao Shilian turned his head suddenly, only to see Li Xinchen leaning on the steps of the city tower with a Ziyun gun dyed red all over his body, looking at him quietly. No one knows how many people Li Xinchen has killed, and they don't know what kind of perseverance he still insists on sitting here.

You must know that most of the soldiers, including Chen Zhishen and Li Ping, could not support the fall the moment the reinforcements arrived, and even many people were already snoring. And only this figure, still insisting on sitting on the steps, his eyes were flat, Xiao Shilian who seemed to be close in front of him, and those Northern Zhou troops who were preparing for the next attack, were so unreal.

"Shizhong!" Pei Zilie, who was going up to the city from the other direction, also exclaimed at this time.

Li Xinchen nodded at him, his body shook slightly, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "If you come a little later, Lao Tzu may really explain here." ”

"What the fuck are you talking about, aren't we here!" Xiao Shilian's face was pale, and he said in a deep voice, if Li Xinchen explained here, Xiao Shilian didn't know how he should explain to Xiao Maha and Li Li'er, let alone how he should explain to himself.

And at this moment, the crisp golden gong of "Dangdangdang" sounded from under the city, and the Northern Zhou army, which was pouring up like a tide, was slowly retreating.

Pei Zilie looked back in surprise, and the general flag in the distance, which symbolized Wei Chi Yuan, was also slowly retreating. And all the rest of the flags around also followed Wei Chi's banner to the north.

Enemy, retreated?!

Looking at the corpses and blood piled up under the city, Pei Zilie couldn't help but be secretly speechless.

The defenders suffered heavy losses, and it was clear that the enemy was beaten harder!

"Jiangling has taken it, I'm afraid Wei Chi Yuan won't be able to support it." Xiao Shilian barely wanted to show a smile of joy, but in the face of the sea of corpses and blood in front of him, he couldn't laugh at all, only had an urge to cry.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but it's not time to be sad.

Seeing that so many brothers who were once alive and well have turned into a part of this mountain of corpses and blood, no one can laugh.

At this time, Li Xinchen, who was sitting on the steps, didn't say a word, or he didn't have more strength to speak, and the tiredness he had never felt before spread from his limbs, Li Xinchen sighed softly.

As Wei Chi Hui finally chose to withdraw from the army, this stage of this big battle finally came to an end, as for the next, although Li Xinchen did not dare to guess what else would happen, but he dared to guarantee the vote, Nan Chen had already laid the victory.

took the lead in the charge, defended the city alone, and did so many life-fighting things, presumably whether it was Xiao Maha under Jiangling City or Chen Ji in Jiankang City, they would not treat themselves badly.

Shaking slightly, the last bit of consciousness left Li Xinchen's mind. With a "clang", Ziyun gun took off his hand, and Li Xinchen lay straight back on the steps. The soldiers who fought desperately were tired, and Li Xinchen, who was personally in battle while commanding, was not tired?

"Shizhong!" Xiao Shilian and Pei Zilie hurriedly stepped forward.

Behind the two of them, a red banner, though already tattered, was still waving and dancing in the bloody wind.

This reef, under the impact of countless waves, still stands, and turns the stormy waves into countless droplets, making them disappear.

In front of the banner, the once overwhelming and imposing Northern Zhou army left behind the corpses of a place and headed north.

The two teams of Nanchen scout cavalry rushed out of the city gate that was almost blocked by corpses, and tracked the enemy's traces from a distance on the left and right, but everyone knew that the Nanchen defenders at this time and the reinforcements who had also experienced a fierce battle and were long overdue did not have the strength to continue the pursuit.

Gangneung Fortress.

Although the fire ignited by the fire has gradually subsided, the billowing black smoke is still in the air above the street corner, and the corpses on the street have been almost cleaned, only the pools of blood and the blades and armor scattered around it still prove that there was a tragic battle here.

But when the blood on the streets has been washed and the swords and armor have been removed, I'm afraid that only those who witnessed it will remember what happened here.

When the light flows, all this will turn into dust and accumulate in the long river of history, either noticed by others, or disappear.

"How's it going in the city?" Xiao Maha rode his horse slowly on the street, and he could see the busy Nanchen soldiers on the side of the road.

Jiangling City is the most prosperous and largest city in the whole of Jingxiang, and years of war and confrontation have not affected the vitality of this city. With the change of the banner at the head of the city, the people in the city easily accepted their new identity, and the shops with closed doors reopened, and the voices of selling and soliciting customers echoed outside the restaurants and green buildings, which made people secretly staggering.

In the final analysis, the people of Jiangling City are still the people of the Southern Dynasty, although they once belonged to the Western Liang and were under the rule of the Northern Zhou Dynasty for a short time, but in their bones they still have a sense of intimacy and belonging to the Southern Dynasty.

What's more, Nanchen has besieged the city for so long, what the Xiliang army is like, and the people in the city also have a number in their hearts, so they are more or less ready to change hands in the city.