The war drums sounded, the swords were messy, and the Qin army went forward one after another, gradually climbing the gate of Yecheng one after another.

And the Yan army's arrows have become exhausted, and I am afraid that it will not last long.

Murong Hong threw down his big bow and drew the sword at his waist, and stood on top of the city tower, looking down on thousands of enemy troops, using his flesh and blood as a defense against the Qin army's Ling Ling attack.

The Qin army is like an endless river, coming endlessly, while the Yan army has been exhausted by continuous battles and has been wounded.

The arrows were exhausted, and the soldiers of the hussar battalion threw down their bows and arrows one after another, and drew their swords to fight the enemy to the death.

Song Ling was beside Murong Chong, the cold wind passed through her wounds and penetrated into her blood, she only felt that her body was full of a piercing chill, stronger than one burst.

Murong Chong's spear had been lost, and he fought hard with only a sword. His robe was already stained with blood and fragments, and the speed of swinging his sword gradually slowed down, and after fighting for several hours, his physical strength was already overdrawn.

It's just that the belief and hatred in his heart are so deep that he can't stop no matter what.

The yellow sand under the hooves of the war horses was cold, and the white bones were piled up, and this night, the blood dyed the hundred miles of Yecheng red with the most bewitching color.

Just when the Qin army was in full swing and the Yan army seemed to be in a state of decline, a bad news came again, officially pushing this turbulent city to the brink of destruction.

The ruined gates of the city were open again, only this time, there were no reinforcements and no dead soldiers, but prisoners coerced by swords.

Fu Jian stopped his horse, the golden whip was raised, and his voice was clear and shocking to the world, "The emperor of Yan has been captured by our army, Yecheng has been broken, and Yan has died!" ”

He was arrogant, looking down at the remnants of the defeated generals in the firelight, with contempt in the corners of his eyes and his eyes empty.

Every word and sentence of his went through the vast yellow sand, like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of every Yan country soldier again and again.

Soon, Yang Ding, the general of Zuo, dragged out an unkempt man from behind his horse, he was dressed in rags and rags, and no one would believe that this sloppy man was the emperor of a country.

In an instant, the entire battlefield, which was originally screaming and killing, suddenly fell silent, as quiet as death.

"Lonely has been bound, why are you waiting?" Murong shouted loudly at Yan Jun, for fear that someone would continue to resist and endanger his own life.

The young man with a tall head and a big horse squinted at him, his eyes full of countless disdain. Yan has such a monarch, no wonder there is a day of death in the country.

The wind and sand were miserable, the heavens and the earth were slaughtered, and Murong Chong saw his brother being tied up like an animal, and the hilt of the sword in his hand was clenched fiercely. His eyes were scarlet, he was still surrounded by Qin soldiers, he gritted his teeth, but he didn't raise his sword in the end.

"Murong Chong!" Song Ling stood beside him, and the pain and hatred in his eyes were deeply in her heart.

Thousands of troops and horses, he moved forward fearlessly, the country was ruined, and he fought hard to see death as home, but now, when his brother, the monarch of Dayan, was held hostage by the enemy, he hesitated.

Country and family, loyalty and righteousness.

Seeing that Murong Chong did not raise his sword to resist, the soldiers of the Yan army also lowered their swords for a while, waiting for Murong Chong's order.

However, the Qin army was greatly boosted at this time, and they swung their knives fiercely like awakened lions, slashing at those Yan soldiers who did not resist.

Seeing this, Duan Sui couldn't help but shout loudly at Murong Chong, "Lord Wang, don't hesitate, we will cover you to fight a bloody way and fight with the Qin soldiers!" ”

"King Zhongshan, as long as you give an order, I, Song Ling, am willing to kill him for you!"

The wind was bitter, as if it was about to tear the battle flag, but her voice passed through the yellow sand that filled the sky, and rose brightly in the wind.

The bitter cold wind blew her long hair, revealing a heroic and tough face, and I saw her white clothes fluttering, and her sleeves were still a little red, like rows of blooming poppies, tenacious and resolute.

Murong Chong looked at these loyal patriotic soldiers, an indescribable bitterness flashed in his eyes, and his hands clenched into fists became more and more protruding.

When Murong saw this scene, he became anxious and shouted hoarsely, "Emperor Feng, are you going to ignore the life and death of your brother!" Don't forget, the queen mother and your royal sister are still in this palace, and you don't even care about their life and death! ”

"Hurry down!"

At this time, a man with his hands and feet tied rushed out from behind Qin Jun, he was covered in wounds, his face was covered with blood, and he was almost unable to distinguish his appearance.

"Faint King! Greedy for life and afraid of death! Dayan is dead at the hands of you, a faint king! Yang Zhao scolded at Murong, spitting out a bright red bloodshot star, and it was obvious that the injury was extremely serious.

"Yang Zhao! How dare you do it! Murong couldn't help but say angrily.

It's just that Qin Jun is rude to him, even his own courtiers are so disrespectful, what kind of face does he have.

The man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and said sadly, "Da Yan is already dead, what else is there to do." ”

Murong seemed to hate Yang Zhao extremely much, and immediately said to Yang Ding on the horse, "If you kill him now, I will immediately have a way to make Murong Chong surrender!" ”

Yang Dingyi raised his eyebrows, glanced at the man in tattered clothes with an extremely funny eye, reused the ministers, and killed Zhongliang, how could Dayan not lose the country?

"Kill if you want to! How can I Yang Zhao be a greedy person who is afraid of death! Yang Zhao puffed up his chest, fearless, and died generously.

"King Zhongshan! Such a monarch is not worthy of our loyalty to him! Yang Zhao is not afraid of death, but it is a pity that he did not die on the battlefield! ”

Murong Chong's eyes were already blood-red, he clenched his fists tightly, and his hands trembled. Loyal ministers and righteous people, the people of Dayan, as the prince of Dayan, he can't protect them thoroughly, how much helplessness, how much despair, nothing more than this.

Yang Ding glanced at Yang Zhao, and his determination to treat death as his home actually gave rise to a bit of admiration and regret for heroes and heroes.

At this time, Fu Jian's eyes as sharp as a falcon suddenly burst out, and those sharp eyes handed Yang Ding an affirmative order.

Yang Ding immediately accepted the order, he suddenly drew his sword and put it on Murong's neck, so frightened that Murong couldn't help but tremble.

"Fenghuang, surrender quickly! Command you for your brother! ”

He shouted hurriedly at Murong Chong, the trembling voice was more vicissitudes than the howling of the wind and sand, and the cowardice in his heart was deeper than the survival of Yecheng, just like that sentence, life and death are great, and survival is up to him.

Yang Ding crossed his sword, glanced at it, looked at Murong Chong condescendingly, raised his eyebrows coldly, and asked, "Murong Chong, do you still hesitate now?" ”

Fu Jian touched his beard and looked meaningfully at the young man on the horse who was fierce with the sword, and there was obviously some appreciation in his eyes.

Yang An's son, although young, is up to the task.

"Brother Huang!"

Murong Chong looked at his brother who was bound and humiliated, his eyes were scarlet, as red as if they had been stained with blood, and even covered his deep pupils. His right hand holding the sword trembled, and the whole person rushed towards him with his sword in anger as if he had gone crazy.

Song Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled out Murong Chong, but he was like a wild horse off the leash, and she could feel his trembling, his anger, and his despair when she held his arm.

Dayan is now defeated like a mountain, and most of the cities have fallen under the iron hooves of the Qin army, and I am afraid that Yecheng will not be spared. Qin's 150,000 army was in full swing, but the hundreds of Yan troops that were now exhausted had no chance of winning at all, and if they continued to fight, they would only increase casualties.

What's more, Emperor Yan was captured, and the Yan army was disheartened, and it was no longer as brave as it was in the first battle.

The enemy army has been outflanked in two ways, and it is not as easy as imagined to break through to break out.

Even if they are lucky enough to rush out, the country is dead, the city is no more, and the soldiers are dead and wounded, there is no meaning.

She knows this situation, and Murong Chong knows it better than her.

That's why his despair is so deep.