With thousands of thoughts in his mind, Zhong Ying's feet took steps on their own and climbed the city wall.

In the past few days, there is Yang Qingjue, the king of Zhao, at the south gate, and Wu Yong shuttles between the east and south towers, often not by his side.

Zhong Ying is not a spirit master, he doesn't know how Yang Qingjue will be hurt after returning the spiritual power in his body to Ye Qinzhu.

It's just that seeing that Yang Qingjue would rather be endless, standing in place like a stone statue rather than moving, Zhong Ying can guess the approximately.

may be for Yang Qingjue at this time, every gesture is a heart-eating pain.

"Your Highness. He bowed his hand to Yang Qingjue and saluted, "Xiao Qi is awake." ”

"How?" Yang Qingjue's eyes were faintly blue, but they looked no different from ordinary people.

"I got a good helper. Zhong Ying smiled proudly, glad that she had rushed out of the inner city correctly.

"That's congratulations. Yang Qingjue smiled, and tried to raise her arm and pat Zhong Ying's fist-hugging hand, "It's just that Xiao Qi's personality is not good, and it still needs to be cultivated." ”

"That's nature. Zhong Ying sighed.

"Today is the eighth day. Yang Qingjue took two steps forward.

Zhong Ying originally planned to help, but seeing his steady pace, she finally withdrew her hand.

"It's time for the Third Highness to arrive. He took Yang Qingjue's words, took a few steps forward, and went to see the crowd that was still pressing under the city.

After a few days, although the Anjun army still attacked the city regularly, it was obvious that its morale had been weakened a lot.

Now they are surrounding this city, and they don't know what to do.

"When the Third Highness arrives, His Highness can rest for a few days. ”

Zhong Ying didn't know why she said this, Xu was because she stood with this person every day, and she felt that Yang Qingjue was struggling with the king of Hades.

Zhong Ying didn't understand the pain of the spirit master at all.

"At least, His Royal Highness still owes Miss Ye San an apology. He raised his eyebrows and went to see the Anguo military camp fluttering with a big flag.

Suddenly, Zhong Ying's gaze was firmly locked.

He tensed and stared at a human head planted on the flagpole in front of the camp.

The head swayed in the wind, for fear that others would not be able to find such a dead man.

Zhong Ying was afraid that she would not look carefully, so she confirmed it several times.

He felt his leg go limp and almost fell to the ground.

The head, the face, was too familiar to him to look closely.

Miss Ye San, Ye Qinzhu.

"That's right. Yang Qingjue's voice came from his ears.

Yang Qingjue raised her stiff arm, supported her forehead in some pretentious gestures, and complained helplessly.

"I still have to beg for mercy from the bamboo......"

Zhong Ying turned her head and looked at Yang Qingjue.

Can't he see?

Or didn't you notice it at all?

That's Miss Ye San......

He wanted to rush forward and ask Yang Qingjue.

Can't you see?

Miss Ye San is there, the third miss who talks about you, the third miss who you keep saying that you regard her as a treasure.

She's dead, her head hanging high, and you don't even notice it?

But he restrained himself sensibly.

First, he knew that Yang Qingjue was a dying person, and there was no need for him to torture him anymore.

The second is that it is not a bad thing to not see it at this time.

He even deliberately turned sideways, blocking Yang Qingjue's view.

In the distance, a clear bird's cry was heard.

Yuan Ning put down the letter and his hand suddenly stopped, and he listened intently to the sharp chirp.

The Luan Bird, who was standing on Yuan Ning's shoulder, flapped his wings twice uneasily and called nervously.

"Is it Ji Feng?" Looking at Qingluan's actions, Murong Xiuyi's slender nails touched the indistinguishable face, and a trace of consternation was added to his eyebrows.

"It's Ji Feng. Yuan Ning threw down the letter in his hand and walked quickly to the door.

On the letter, a few words were clearly written:

Prince Tuoba Yuan, 薨.

Yang Qingjue's eyes glowed, he raised his clean and flawless hand, and shouted loudly:

"Archer!"

Hearing the order, the soldiers, who had already prepared, quickly put the crossbow bolts on the horse's surface and pulled the trigger.

Batches of arrows rained down when the spirit master's spiritual power suddenly disappeared, stabbing the soldiers who had not yet reacted into a blur of flesh and blood.

"Open the gates. Zhong Ying saw Yang Qingjue turn around, his voice was very clear in the screams and excited shouts, "Meet the enemy." ”

The capital is difficult to defend, this is Zhong Ying's opinion.

It is not like the rest of the levels, the terrain is uneven, enough for soldiers to hide.

The capital is just a city, without any external force.

If this city is broken, it is broken. When a man of a city dies, he dies.

If Zhong Ying wants to estimate, the hundreds of thousands of troops of Anguo will besiege the city and attack it, and the capital will be broken within three days.

He glanced in the direction of Ye Qinzhu again, and the head that had been sitting for an unknown number of days had been taken off and could no longer be seen.

The Angolan army began to collapse from the very end.

This sign is especially evident at the South City Gate.

There are 200,000 elite soldiers in the southwest, and Yang Qingtan has recruited 100,000 soldiers along the way.

300,000 horses, divided into four roads, like a dam opening the gates, pouring in.

The men and horses from the southwest are proficient in martial arts, and at a glance they know that it is the result of long-term practice.

Although the ordinary people of Anguo are also proficient in this, those high-level spirit masters are very uncomfortable with this pure combat method at first glance.

Zhong Ying, Wen Ke, Wu can't do it, he can only stand on the city wall and look down.

The riot of the crowd began in an instant, and randomly spread like boiling water to all corners of the city.

As in every offensive and defensive battle, the blood mist spreads again.

But this time, it's spreading in the open space outside the city.

Zhong Ying saw a person, a silver helmet, silver armor, a white horse in a snow robe, and a dancer with a spear.

Someone stepped forward without measuring his strength, and was immediately stabbed through, and collapsed to the ground with a bloody hole.

The name of the god of war of Ningguo is well deserved.

With the shouts of killing, the south gate opened.

Zhong Ying's expression tightened, and he crouched down at the head of the city to look down, and almost stuck his head out as a target.

Yang Qingjue's already prepared men and horses poured out, and rushed towards the unprepared An army with shouts of killing.

Zhong Ying saw the bright battle flag waving in Yang Qingjue's hand, and the long dragon with the heads of the people seemed to be alive, flexibly rushing to kill in the formation of the two armies.

A smile cracked at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick the already chapped corner of his mouth.

Anjun, it's messed up.

"Your Highness, reinforcements have arrived. Murong Xiuyi's teeth bit his red lips and stood on the high ground.

Yuan Ning knelt on one knee, frowning and observing the battle situation at this time.

Anguo's army is in chaos.

Not only because of Ji Feng, but also because of this unexpected two-way attack.

"Your Highness, since the reinforcements have arrived, there is no need to hesitate. Murong Xiuyi, dressed in red, stood on the high platform and swayed, "The prince died of illness, and Angola was in turmoil." If we win the capital, we can be the emperor here and fight with the great prince.

But now it seems that we will not be able to capture the capital within a few days, and if we do not return at this time, we will have the Ning army in front and the great prince in the back. ”

Yuan Ning twisted a handful of Ningguo's soil and held it in the palm of his hand, and there was a trace of unwillingness on his face.

finally reached the last level, and he was going to be blocked back?

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. When will he be able to set foot here again?

And those cities he captured, will they be taken into the hands of the Yang family again?