When the deputy general heard what he said, he understood what he meant. He handed his bow to Mingfucheng, thinking of shooting the man to death directly, and then told the soldiers that this was a trick of the Zhan Ling Empire envoy.
In this way, Zhan Beiye will no longer have any tricks to play.
"court death!"
Ming Fucheng took the bow and arrow, aimed directly at the dead man, and shot out with one arrow.
However, the scene where the feathered arrow was supposed to directly penetrate into the dead man's body did not happen. When the feathered arrow was about to hit the dead man, it seemed to hit something, and then fell down.
, until it hits the ground.
"I actually used a magic weapon!"
Ming Fucheng was also speechless, and he was filled with hatred in his heart.
He was just a dead soldier, but Zhan Beiye actually used a magic weapon to protect him. Was he deliberately going against him?
With this dead man here, it would be impossible for him to blame Zhan Beiye for killing Yuesuiyu. Sooner or later, the cause of Yuesuiyu's death will be known.
"Fight Kitano!"
He grinded his teeth bitterly.
"Ming Fucheng, you want to kill people and silence them? I will not give you this chance. I want everyone in the Yueming Empire to know that you, Ming Fucheng, personally sent people to kill your own sister!"
Just when he was thinking about what to do, Zhan Beiye's voice rang out from the city wall.
Even though there were so many roars of monsters, he could hear them clearly because Zhan Beiye used his original soul power when he spoke.
"You are so ruthless. I didn't even say that I wanted to kill Yuesuiyu, a princess from an enemy country, so you couldn't wait to send someone to kill her. Ming Fucheng, I want to ask you something.
What do you think?"
"Zhan-Bei-Ye!"
Ming Fucheng could only grind his teeth and stare at Zhan Beiye on the city wall with hatred in his eyes.
What he told the soldiers in the camp was that the princess Yuesuiyu had been killed by Zhan Beiye. This would not only remove a major obstacle, but also arouse the soldiers' determination to win.
But who knew that Zhan Beiye was really brave and actually captured his dead soldiers alive?
"Ming Fucheng, you don't think that you can capture this city by attacking today, do you? It's a beautiful thought, and you don't have to look at the battles in the past few days to see how many soldiers your Yue Ming army has lost.
It's more than twice the size of our army, right?
Just like this, you are still so confident in Ming Fucheng. I really don’t know if you are arrogant or not afraid of death?
Oh, I have forgotten that it is not you who is dead now, but the soldiers under your command. What does their life and death have to do with you? You must be thinking so, right?"
Zhan Beiye continued to stand on the city wall and shouted to Yueming's army.
After shouting, he raised his hand and pinched his throat, coughed slightly, and smiled towards Ming Fucheng.
"Zhan Beiye, don't talk nonsense!"
Ming Fucheng was so worried by him that he took his bow and shot an arrow at Zhan Beiye. However, he failed, and the arrow was knocked down before he even got close to Zhan Beiye.
Seeing this scene, he became even more angry, and his body trembled.
What happened to Zhan Beiye? When did that mouth become so eloquent? He had never known before that this man never spoke sarcastically or said nothing at all.
"It's obvious that you killed my sister, and you still want to put the blame on me. Zhan Beiye, don't you feel shameless?"
