Looking at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood on top of the city, Marquis Dingjun was silent for a long time, and then said with great difficulty, "It's time to inform the empress of the outcome of this battle, and explain that... Xiangrong has attacked Neiweng City for the second time."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of War nodded solemnly.

After every battle, the Ministry of War must report the results. If they win, they will continue to persevere.

If you lose...there is no need to report.

But Junhou Ding specifically reminded him to explain that it was the second attack on Neiweng City. The Minister of War knew what this meant.

I want Lu Jingyi to know the seriousness of the matter.

The battle situation is very serious!

When Xiangrong attacks the city with all his strength, Zhanjing will be in danger!

After sighing softly, Marquis Dingjun turned around and walked slowly towards the stairs.

Although his hair is gradually growing older, he has always been in good spirits, strong in his steps, and never surrendered to old age.

But now, with every step he takes, he staggers slightly, and his back is full of heaviness.

The other officials all sighed and left one after another with solemn expressions on their faces.

After a while, there was no one on the tower, and it was as quiet as death!

On the city wall, under Chen Yu's arrangement, the soldiers began to clean up.

After experiencing a bloody battle, they were exhausted and worked hard and slowly to clean up the corpses piled up on the city wall.

Everyone was silent and had solemn faces.

Since the bloody battle, Zhanjing has suffered a large number of casualties and consumed a lot of resources. The troops and horses are exhausted and the armaments are depleted.

However, they could only defend Zhanjing and were unable to drive out the enemy soldiers.

Watching Pao Ze helplessly, one by one died in front of them, piled up into a hill... Many soldiers were filled with sorrow.

Grief and exhaustion have weakened the surviving soldiers physically and mentally.

And with no hope in sight, the days of destruction are coming step by step, which makes them feel even more desperate.

Morale keeps falling.

"Zhanjing will eventually be doomed..." A soldier murmured in a low voice while cleaning up the corpses.

There was despair and panic in his tone.

The surrounding soldiers heard this, but no one refuted.

Everyone knows that once Xiangrong attacks with all their strength, it will be extremely difficult for them to defend!

"Without the prince, Zhanjing is no different from other cities. It cannot be defended at all!" Another soldier picked up a severed arm with a sad look on his face.

After hearing this, many soldiers became more and more sad and couldn't help but look outside the city.

I saw in the distance, under the setting sun, a general in silver armor, leading a brave iron cavalry, rushing towards me!

Before the joy arose, everyone took a closer look and realized that the setting sun in the distance was about to set, and the surrounding area was empty and there was no one around.

Everything is just an illusion...

With a sigh, everyone continued to clean up, the atmosphere was extremely stagnant!

……

The fourth day of the fierce battle with Xiangrong is about to pass as the sun sets.

In these four days, there were two battles per day, eight battles in total, which were quite tragic, and the guards suffered heavy casualties.

Especially in the last two battles, the city wall was captured both times, and they had to retreat to Neiweng City. With heavy sacrifices, they managed to stabilize their position, regain the city wall, and avoid defeat.

With the announcement from the Ministry of War, the results of the victory spread throughout Zhanjing.

When the millions of common people in the city learned about it, no one was happy, but it only made them more sad.

Because in these eight battles, Xiangrong did not attack with full force. Even in the last two battles, they only sent out more than half of their troops.

Everyone knows what this means.

This means that if there are no variables, when Xiangrong attacks the city with all his strength, Zhanjing will be defeated!

The Xiang Rong were so cruel that not even one out of ten could escape!

Panic continued to spread throughout the city, and everyone's face was full of surprise!

They couldn't help but pray, hoping that divine soldiers would descend from heaven to save Zhanjing!

This expectation continues to grow in the hearts of millions of people.

I keep praying and never stop!

……

After leaving the Ministry of War, Xuan Lingyao got on the carriage, suddenly opened the curtain, and said to the coachman, "Don't go back home yet, let's walk around."

Hearing Xuan Lingyao's tone, he was quite low. How dare the driver dare to disobey, so he quickly responded.

So, he urged his horse and drove the carriage slowly through the streets.

After hanging up the car curtain, Xuan Lingyao leaned against the car wall and looked at the scenery outside the car through the window. She seemed to be watching intently, but her hazy eyes showed that she was uneasy.

In the past few days, she has been discussing the war with many generals and strategists at the Ministry of War.

But no matter how we discuss it, we can't solve today's dilemma.

As for the specific battle situation, she is in the Ministry of War and knows it clearly.

The depletion of troops, armaments reserves, the amount of food and fodder... She knew them all, and naturally knew that the situation was extremely pessimistic.

Therefore, after taking a break, she let the coachman drive as he pleased and drove aimlessly, wanting to relax.

The scenery outside the car flashed before her eyes, and she could see that the faces of many pedestrians had a strong look of worry.

Nowadays, everyone is in danger and no one is afraid.

At this moment, Xuan Lingyao suddenly heard shouts coming from the distance, and she couldn't help but be surprised.

Is it a civil uprising?

She immediately frowned and ordered, "Go over there and have a look."

The driver knew that the place Xuan Lingyao was talking about was the source of the sound, and he couldn't help but frown, feeling a little worried.

If there is really a popular riot, it would be extremely dangerous to rush over it.

But he did not dare to disobey the instructions, so he could only drive forward cautiously.

As the distance got closer, the sound became louder and louder. It was quite noisy and the words could not be heard clearly, but Xuan Lingyao discovered that not far ahead was Zuiyun Tower.

Could it be that someone came here to get drunk and make a noise?

But it's not dark yet, and the capital is in danger, no one would be so relaxed.

And listening to the sound, there are not many people.

This made her even more confused.

When the carriage approached and saw the situation in front of Zuiyun Tower, Xuan Lingyao was stunned!

In front of Zuiyun Tower, under the huge statue of Wei Zheng, people were kneeling. They kept kowtowing and praying.

"Weiwuzhuang, please send down the magic soldiers to save us!"

"When the capital is in danger, Lord Wuzhuang, please open your eyes and save the people in the city!"

"Please also ask Mr. Wuzhuang to appear and inform the prince of the danger in Zhanjing, so that he can come back as soon as possible!"

"Please, Your Majesty, come back as soon as possible, Zhanjing is about to lose his strength!"

"Prince Qin, although I am a man far away from home, if you come back and save us, I am willing to pay tribute to Linzhan every year and be loyal to Linzhan!"

"I am from the Fan Kingdom. If the prince saves us, I am willing to go through fire and water for the prince from generation to generation!"

"Prince Qin, did you hear that? Come back quickly!"

Listening to the cries of the people, Xuan Lingyao was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing.

The Lord Wuzhuang that everyone talks about refers to Wei Zheng, who in the first defense battle of Zhanjing defeated the enemy soldiers and defended Zhanjing, leaving his name forever.

After his death, Emperor Linzhan gave him a posthumous title. His ability to control disasters was called Wu, and his ambition to defeat the enemy was called Zhuang. Together they became Wuzhuang, so the world respectfully called it Weiwuzhuang!

But Xuan Lingyao didn't expect that the people would come here and beg Weiwuzhuang to let Qin Yi return.

This made her understand that Qin Yi's return was highly anticipated!

Everyone hopes that he can come down from the sky and turn the tide as usual!

I just don’t know where Qin Yi is at this moment?

……

Lying on the grass, looking at the starry sky, Qin Yi opened his eyes, his eyes bright, flashing with a trace of worry and eagerness.

All around, the snoring of some soldiers could be heard.
To be continued...