She was afraid that it would be too abrupt to take Su Yuanyuan away directly, so it was better to ask her about her plans first, if she planned to leave this Fly Mountain City, the two of them would have an interface to leave with her.

Su Yuanyuan remembered what Jiang Wenzheng said in the morning, and a look of amazement appeared in his eyes.

She shook her head, "I haven't thought about it yet." ”

She didn't want to leave, she wanted to be with Jiang Wenzheng, no matter how difficult the road ahead was, she wanted to stand by his side.

Ye Han was anxious, and when he saw her like this, he frowned anxiously, and his tone was raised a few points.

"What's going on in this Fly Mountain City! Don't hesitate! We'll leave this mountain city soon, you come with us! ”

Lord Rongcheng was afraid that his appearance would scare Su Yuanyuan, so he hurriedly went to stop him.

"Girl, don't think about it, your uncle doesn't mean anything else, he's worried about you."

Su Yuanyuan smiled with relief, "It's okay, thank you for your kindness." It's just that my husband is still in the city, and he wants to guard Fly Mountain City with Brother Ye and them, and I also want to advance and retreat with him and the people of Fly Mountain City. ”

There are too many memories of her in the city of Flyhill, and she doesn't want to just see the city being destroyed and ruined.

The sound of the rain outside the house is getting quieter, and there is a tendency to stop.

Su Yuanyuan and Qing Yi said goodbye to Ye Han and them, and then got into the carriage and left.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to show Ye Han and them, "Uncle Ye, walk about four miles north to the south gate of Flyshan City!" ”

Lord Rongcheng stood on the steps at the door and looked at Su Yuanyuan's back, and subconsciously wanted to follow.

She still wanted to take Su Yuanyuan with her, and she couldn't bear to see her suffer in Fly Mountain City.

But Ye Han grabbed her first and shook his head forbearingly.

"But ......"

Lord Rongcheng looked into the distance worriedly, and all the words were stuck in his throat.

"Let's go back."

Ye Han's eyes were solemn, and since she couldn't change her mind, he did his best to help her protect the city.

That night, Su Yuanyuan had a direct showdown with Jiang Wenzheng, and she refused the road Jiang Wenzheng arranged for her.

"I'm going to stay with you."

During the day, Jiang Wenzheng and Ye Zhixing arranged the deployment of each city gate together, and Ye Zhixing and they only brought about 5,000 people this time.

Jiang Wenzheng gathered all the people in the dart game, and there were only 1,000 people.

But there are 100,000 troops coming from the other side, how can they resist?

Jiang Xuan had already gone outside to urgently transfer back the men and horses hiding in Yanhui Mountain, and even Ye Zhixing sent a letter of help to Ye Han's army, hoping to speed up the process and come to support as soon as possible.

As long as it can hold out until reinforcements arrive, this Flyhill City can hold it.

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Su Yuanyuan's eyes by the dim candlelight.

The woman's eyes were bright and round, and there was unshakable firmness in her eyes.

Jiang Wenzheng was moved by her eyes, raised his hand and gently dragged her to him.

Su Yuanyuan's body was stiff like a piece of iron, and he was just let Jiang Wenzheng hold him.

The man's muffled voice came from below, helpless and distressed.

"Then stay."

The drums of war are beaten in the middle of the night.

The dull and solemn sound of drums passed through the direction of the four city gates, and the sound was moving.

Jiang Wenzheng sat up as soon as he heard the sound of the drums, Su Yuanyuan was awakened by his movements, and looked at Jiang Wenzheng, who was quickly dressed.

The drums became more and more urgent, louder and louder, and Su Yuanyuan's heart became nervous.

Jiang Wenzheng got dressed, took out his long sword from the top of the bookcase, picked up the sword and was about to go out.

"Wen Zheng!"

As soon as Jiang Wenzheng walked to the door, he heard Su Yuanyuan's shout, he just turned his head slightly sideways, revealing a reassuring smile.

"Wait until I get back."

Qingyi and Jiang Wenzheng went to the West City Gate together, and Winter Kite stayed behind to protect Su Yuanyuan and Jiang Zhiyi.

Along the way, people hurried to other places, and the panicked faces made Jiang Wenzheng's eyes deeper.

When they arrived at the city gate, Ye Zhixing and Ye Zhiren were already standing on the city tower.

Outside the city gate, a group of soldiers of the Lianbei tribe looked at the city gate like wolves.

Jiang Wenzheng stood on the city tower, and at a glance, he saw Nalahachi sitting on a war horse in the distance.

The man's eyes were dark, and his falcon-like eyes were sharp as he looked at the tower.

The two of them met their eyes, and Na Lahachi's body subconsciously stiffened, and he looked at Jiang Wenzheng in disbelief.

"He's still alive?"

Not only is he alive, but he is alive and well.

The deputy general on the side also followed Nalahachi's gaze, and at this glance he saw Jiang Wenzheng on the city tower, but there was uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.

"Look, Wang, isn't that the dog whose leg you broke was broken!"

The people on the side laughed, recalling Jiang Wenzheng's embarrassment when his leg was broken by their king.

At that time, Jiang Wenzheng was young and vigorous, and he had to challenge their king alone, the two fought for so long, and after so many moves, they couldn't tell the winner, or their king took advantage of Jiang Wenzheng's truce and rest to sneak attack him, which made him break two legs and become a waste.

"Wang, just one of his subordinates is defeated, let me clean him up this time, right?"

The lieutenant's heart was ready to move, and he also wanted to humiliate and humiliate that thing that didn't know the height of the sky.

Narahaci gave him an approving look, and the lieutenant rode forward to deliver the war letter.

The side gate opened, and a white-robed general in light armor rode out from inside.

He held a red-tasseled spear and looked at the lieutenant in a wolf's skin with contempt.

"Wait for you to surrender quickly, the master will spare your life so that you don't die."

Ye Zhiren casually turned the red tassel gun in his hand, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that he was not very old, but his temper was not small, the deputy general lifted his meteor hammer and smashed it at Ye Zhiren.

Although the lieutenant's movements are limited by the size of the weapon and become slow, the strength of his hands is not a joke.

The place where Ye Zhiren dodged was smashed into a deep pit by his meteor hammer.

The two of them made three more moves, both testing each other's strength.

Ye Zhiren's eyes were sharp, he clenched the barrel of the gun and picked it up, and the spear passed through the meteor hammer and plunged straight into the shoulder of the deputy general.

With a hard hand, he clenched his back molars and picked the lieutenant off his horse.

When he was still about to mend the knife, a long knife flew straight from afar to block Ye Zhiren's spear.

Naraha stared at Ye Zhiren with red eyes, rode over, and waved a long knife in his hand to look at Ye Zhiren's shoulder.

Ye Zhiren leaned back, and then dodged the blow embarrassmently.

But the horses under him suffered.

The horse's leg was directly cut off diagonally by the knife, and he fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

Blood gushed out from its severed leg, smearing the land.

Narahaci swung the knife again, and the tip of the knife picked up the handle of the knife on the ground, and the knife flew with its strength, flying straight towards Ye Zhiren, who was sitting on the ground.

Just as the knife was about to stab Ye Zhiren's chest, a horse's roar pierced the sky.

Jiang Wenzheng bent down and grabbed the back of Ye Zhiren's neck and pulled him away from the ground, and the flying knife was inserted into the place where Ye Zhiren was sitting just now, and the handle of the knife was still trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Zhiren saw clearly who was coming, and Jiang Wenzheng clamped the horse's belly and rushed forward.

As soon as Narahachi saw that it was Jiang Wenzheng, he was instantly interested, and his eyes turned red like bloodthirsty.

His broadsword rubbed against the ground and stepped forward, kicking up layers of smoke and dust.

The collision of knives and swords, both of them are secretly fighting.

Jiang Wenzheng clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and looked at Nalahachi fixedly.

"It's been a long time, my men are defeated."

Nalahachi looked at Jiang Wenzheng, with undisguised ridicule in his eyes.

His eyes looked at Jiang Wenzheng's right leg, and the previous injury was long gone.

"Does this broken leg feel good?"

Jiang Wenzheng didn't want to deal with him at all, so he took out his long sword and slashed at Nalahachi's neck.

Narahachi didn't expect him to be so fast, and quickly turned sideways to dodge.

When he looked up again, there was a little less mockery in his eyes and a little more seriousness.

Narahachi's long knife was suitable for long-range combat, and he stepped back a little between his horse's belly and kept a distance from Jiang Wenzheng.

But Jiang Wenzheng chased after him, and his long sword moves hit Narahachi's vital point fiercely.

The two fought each other inseparably, and the people watching the battle on both sides were anxious.

Ye Zhiren and Ye Zhixing stood on the city tower together and watched, both shocked by Jiang Wenzheng's tricks.