As the first wave of arrows fell in the city of Nandian Province, the battle between the two sides began.

Deng Zhixiao took the lead and led thousands of people to set up a ladder, while Cheng Xing led a large army to attack the city gate.

On the battlefield, the shouting and killing continued, but Wang Yijing did not move, sat upright and looked at the city with a thoughtful face.

"General, can't we go up?" The adjutant couldn't help but ask.

It's not terrible to charge on the battlefield, if you play tricks and follow other people's butts to pick up credit, you will be ridiculed for a lifetime.

He didn't know about this young Qianhu, and he couldn't talk about trust, so he reminded him.

Wang Yijing touched his chin and thought for a while, then turned his head and said:

"How tall do you say this city is?"

"About three or four feet."

"Is it possible to rush forward with one man?"

"General, you're not kidding, are you?"

"Fetch a few short spears."

Wang Yijing gave an order and drove his horse to the front of the battlefield, although the deputy general had doubts, he could only do it honestly.

After a while, the lieutenant general caught up with the young man with a backpack.

"General, there are four of them, all of them made of stainless steel."

"That's enough."

Wang Yijing took the backpack and looked at Deng Zhixiao, who was climbing the ladder in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The adjutant general hesitated for a moment and asked again:

"General, when are we going to attack?"

"You rest first, and one person will be enough."

After the young man finished speaking, he lightly clamped the horse's belly, lowered his body and rushed forward.

Without a military order, the adjutant general did not dare to act rashly, so he could only watch the other party go away with a twisted face.

Wang Yijing soon came to the city, tilted his head to dodge a few arrows that were not long-eyed, drew a short spear from his back and threw it vigorously, followed by the second and third.

Oooo......oo The sound was almost in a line, and when I looked up again, four short spears had been deeply inserted into the blue-gray city wall.

The young man exerted his strength at the waist, jumped up directly from the horse's back, and with the momentum of the forward charge, he successfully stepped on the first short spear, he did not stop, his toes were light, his body suddenly rose, and he stepped on the second one steadily.

The lieutenant general in the distance froze in place when he saw this, and his previous contempt was swept away.

Wang Yijing moved vigorously, and chose a remote corner, and no one noticed him above, and when he reached the last short spear, his legs were slightly bent, his breath lifted, and then he jumped violently, and jumped up the city wall with an extremely dexterous somersault.

The surrounding soldiers were shooting arrows and throwing stones, and they were very busy, and the arrival of the young man made them stunned, and before they could react, the long sword at the opponent's waist was already unsheathed.

"Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles is not popular."

Blood flew and screamed, and the young man had a smile on his lips, as if he was enjoying the process, and the people around him looked at him like a monster.

"Where did this man come from, kill him!"

Zhang Fucheng's panicked voice sounded, he snatched a shield from the soldier's hand, set it up in front of him, and shouted and retreated.

The young man was only ten steps away from him, and as long as he distanced himself, he could consume the other party alive.

How could Wang Yijing let him get his wish, turned his head and grinned in this way, his lips opened slightly, and he spit out a "broken armor".

As if he had been hit by some invisible force, the barricade was instantly torn apart, and the young man turned into a wisp of silver that passed through the blood water, and when he reappeared, he had already taken four or five steps closer.

There was not the slightest trace of blood on his body, especially the snow-white long sword, like the light of the bright moon of fifteen, always with a cold aura, and the blood did not stain the blade.

Frost Cold was originally a mortal soldier, recast by the king's authority, mixed with immortal iron, it was already an out-and-out divine soldier, and the ordinary sword was like paper paste in front of it, and it was broken when it was touched.

Wang Yijing chopped melons and vegetables all the way, and easily killed in front of Zhang Fucheng, who held a rattan shield and stepped back cautiously, without the slightest bit of majesty just now.

The young man held a sword flower in his hand, and said with a smile on his face:

"Lord Zhang, don't you surrender yet? The words of the prince can still be counted, if I catch you in a while, you will suffer an old sin. ”

"Whew! Even if the official is dead, he will not do treason. ”

"Lord Zhang, what you are protecting is only Wang Zhaoqi's throne, change someone to sit, the world is still surnamed Wang, the country is the country of the people, over the years, you have been corrupt and bent the law, looting the people's fat and people's ointment, it is no different from treason, why bother to cling to a false name?"

"Traitor, Hugh is full of rhetoric, as a courtier, you should be loyal to the king, you are just making excuses for your rebellion."

Zhang Fucheng was forced not to be persuaded by the other party, but the panic on his face could not be covered, he retreated step by step, and tripped over a stone without paying attention to it, and fell on the spot.

Wang Yijing stepped forward to pick up the flying shield, lifted the man of nearly two hundred catties with his right hand, and threw it to the side of the ladder.

Deng Zhixiao finally climbed to the top of the city, and as soon as he showed half of his body, a behemoth flew in front of him.

He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but this was three or four feet in the air, even if he jumped so high, he had to break his legs.

After hesitating, the thing was approaching, Deng Qianhu was finally ready to resist, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and the soles of his feet exerted force, making a jack fall.

Zhang Fucheng accurately fell into Deng Zhixiao's arms, and there was no expected huge collision, but his posture was very shameful - Zhang Fucheng, who was full of beard, was like a frightened rabbit, and he was afraid to snuggle in the other party's arms with a full face.

Deng Zhixiao was so disgusted that he couldn't do it, and when he looked up, he was facing Wang Yijing who was smiling.

The latter was in the enemy position, but he put his sword back into its sheath, and his two thumbs were slightly bent, making a gesture of "entering a pair in pairs".

"Bastard!"

Deng Zhixiao cursed, looked at Zhang Futai, the little bird in his arms, and twitched, but he didn't leave it on the city wall after all.

Wang Yijing contributed to a happy marriage, and in a good mood, he jumped down from the head of the city, jumped accurately onto a haystack in the city, and then lightly clicked under his feet and folded in the direction of the city gate.

After a wail, the heavy city gate was opened, and the soldiers who were still besieging the city unconsciously stopped their movements and looked at the lonely figure inside the gate.

The young man's feet were covered with the corpses of the enemy, his armor was soaked in blood, and his fair face was inevitably stained with blood.

He grinned, and there was not the slightest hint of anger in his eyes, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Don't be stunned, let's go in."

Wang Yijing's words brought Cheng Xing back to reality, he took a deep look at the young man, clenched his fists, and led the army into the city.

"The prince has an order, the city he passes through shall not be burned, killed and looted, and the violators will be dealt with by military law!"

Cheng Xing's shouts echoed in the city, reassuring the originally panicked people.

Wang Yijing walked up to the city in four directions, and smiled at Deng Zhixiao, who was sweating:

"Deng Qianhu is old and strong, and he can still climb the city wall with Master Zhang in his arms, and admire it below."

Deng Zhixiao bent over with his hands on his knees and panted, and his legs were already trembling just a few steps.

After resting for a while, the man straightened up and looked at the other party, and suddenly hugged his fists and said:

"General Wang is brave, Deng admires, I can't compete with you for this credit."

After that, he escorted Zhang Fucheng away.

Wang Yijing was slightly disappointed, "Just admit defeat like this?" It's really boring. ”

"General, the spear has been removed."

The previous lieutenant came to his side, handed his backpack in both hands, and at this moment he admired the young man so much.

In the hearts of the soldiers, they are good at commanding thousands of troops and horses, which is far less respectable than the enemy of ten thousand people.

…… (End of chapter)