"General Yuan." Leng Qingyu came in a hurry. Less than a month since he went to war, Leng Qingyu's cold and indifferent young face was full of vicissitudes and setbacks. Yuan Pei looked at him and shook his head, sighed, "General Leng, is there anything wrong?"

Leng Qingyu glanced at the place where the flags were floating in the distance and frowned: "General Yuan, we have been blocking the city like this and are afraid that it will be too much of a blow to the morale of the soldiers."

Yuan Pei said: "General Leng, don't worry, the morale of the Mo family army will never be suppressed just in the past few days. Everyone knows that our army is not fighting with Xiling at all. Sticking to wait for assistance is the only thing we can do at the moment." Leng Qingyu glanced at the soldiers who were standing on the city and his eyes darkened. Yuan Pei was right. What he was really hit was not the morale of the Mo family army, but the morale of the less than 10,000 soldiers guarding the city brought out from Xinyang City. After this great defeat, these remaining defeated generals had already completely collapsed. The uninterrupted attacks of the Xiling soldiers in the past few days made them look like frightened birds. If this continues, there is no need to wait until Jiang Xia is broken, and these things will be in trouble.

"This is the battlefield, and my mission is to protect Jiang Xia. General Leng. The temporary battle of intent will not bring any benefits to the current situation. The soldiers of Xiling are not pustules. Once our only tens of thousands of people enter the army of hundreds of thousands, it is no different from water entering the sea. They can only be swallowed by them." Yuan Pei said earnestly. Leng Qingyu was silent. He was not ignorant of what Yuan Pei said, but he really could not bear the current dilemma. He led the army for the first time in his life. In fact, the outcome of this war has nothing to do with him. It can be foreseeable that in the near future, what is waiting for him will definitely be idle for life. He will never have the chance to lead troops to fight. Siege and defend the city.

The soldiers on both sides fought tirelessly day and night, and the corpses accumulated under the city tower became a hill of blood and rivers. The corpses of their own people and the corpses of the enemy were no longer distinguishable. Everyone seemed to be fighting alone by instinct. Then, Jiangxia's troops were only 50,000, including the number of people who died in the battle when supporting Xinyang. In fact, the number of people was less than 40,000, and even if the remaining soldiers and defeated generals retreated from Xinyang was less than 50,000. Their enemies had more than 200,000 elite soldiers. These soldiers were all the soldiers and horses cultivated by King Zhennan over the past decade, and they were also the elite among the elites. Jiangxia's troops defending the city were getting fewer and fewer, and each time seemed to be the city gate would be broken in the next moment, but time passed by, and the flags of the Great Chu and Mo family troops hanging on the city tower were still the flags of the Great Chu and the Mo family army.

Behind the Xiling army, King Zhennan stared at the closed city gate in the distance with a solemn expression.

"Prince, they can't hold on."

King Zhennan did not speak, but his eyes were filled with respect for the enemy. He attacked fiercely for five days and twelve hours. There were only tens of thousands of people, and even he himself might not be sure to be able to survive until now. This is not something that the general can do with wisdom and ability. The entire army must have unparalleled beliefs and determination. After a while, King Zhennan said in a deep voice: "Continue! Conquer Jiangxia in one hour!"

More than an hour later, the gate of Jiangxia City finally fell down heavily and slowly. On the city tower, Yuan Pei, who was covered in blood, threw away the battle robe on his body, glanced at the warriors on the city tower and said sternly: "Kill me!"

All the soldiers were red in their eyes. It was their shame to be trampled on by the enemy's army. And they must use the blood of the enemy to clean up such shame. All the soldiers rushed towards the enemy closest to them regardless of everything, on the city tower, at the city gate, and on the streets, fighting everywhere.

Leng Qingyu stood at the corner of the street, looking at the fighting in front of him, his eyes were red as if he was about to drip bleeding. Behind him was a group of defeated soldiers. They escaped from Xinyang and could no longer fight, and no one asked them to pick up their weapons again. Leng Qingyu looked back at them and said in a deep voice: "Did you see it? They are soldiers of the Great Chu like you! The same city was broken, what did they do, what did we do? This general was incompetent and did not defend Xinyang. You should do it yourself!" After that, he drew his sword and rushed out.

The remaining soldiers looked at each other, and after a long time, they held the knife in their hands and rushed out. Then another one, one...

A group of soldiers who were completely different from the black Mohist army rushed out from the corner of the street and rushed towards the enemy troops pouring in from the city gate. The blockade of the Xiling soldiers entering the city further aroused their beastly nature, and they screamed and rushed towards every soldier of the Great Chu. In an instant, blood followed the streets.

"Boom--"

The earth-shaking sound came from far to near, and everyone couldn't help but be stunned. The surviving soldiers of the Mo family army burst into ecstasy and anger, "Black Cloud Cavalry! Black Cloud Cavalry is here! Reinforcements are here!"

On the wide street, a crowd of black people rushed towards him with a thousand pounds and a fierce evil spirit. A man in red in the lead rushed over, and the voice of Qingyue was full of murderous aura. "Block the city gate, no bandits entering the city are allowed to be released. The left and right wings are on the city wall!"

"yes!"

The black army emerged from the end of the street like a tide, and quickly rushed towards the people fighting with the city gate on the street. The city gate that collapsed a quarter of an hour ago was quickly closed again. The Xiling soldiers who rushed into Jiangxia City in order to seize military merits were frightened to find that they had become turtles in the jar and trapped beasts in the cage. The black-clothed soldiers rushed to the places they needed in an orderly manner. Countless men in black suddenly appeared on the wall that was already covered with gray figures of Xiling soldiers, and the battle began again.

In the distance, King Zhennan looked at the soldier in black who suddenly appeared on the city wall and his face changed drastically. Then he saw a handsome figure in red appeared on the city wall, his body as if it were a dragon.

"Prince, that's Feng Zhiyao. The people of Chujing are called the third prince Feng, the richest son of Chujing. They were expelled from the house since childhood. He was a teenager to fight on the battlefield and was a confidant among Mo Xiuyao's confidants. When he appeared here, it must be the reinforcements of the Mo family army." The King of Zhennan looked gloomy and said in a deep voice: "Continue to attack!"

The war drum shook the sky, and the gray figures and black figures fought together. But Jiangxia's gate could never be pushed open again. When countless black-clad archers appeared on the city wall and sharp arrows hit the people under the city wall like a sudden rain, a snow-white and slender figure calmly walked up to the city wall. Standing beside her were Nan Hou Muyang and Zhuo Jing. It was obviously a bloody storm in the sky, but the snow-white Luoyi was unexpectedly not stained with any blood. The spotless dust made Chunbai give people an inexplicable coldness and solemnity.
Chapter completed!