Nan Zhao's 400,000-strong army was overwhelming. In just half a month, it had broken through fifteen major towns in Cang Yue and invaded Cang Yue's imperial city.
When two armies confront each other, one side is gaining momentum while the other side is languishing. The victory or defeat can be determined at a glance.
Song Jing stood in front of the palace with a defeated look on his face. He stood in front of all the soldiers who were responsible for guarding the palace in Cang Yue. His eyes were vicious, as if the ghosts in his eyes were about to jump out and devour all of Nan Zhao's hundreds of thousands of troops...
"Prince Jing, if you surrender now, I can spare everyone except you."
Junzi Mo was still dressed in white, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stood in front of all the Cangyue soldiers like a god, with an aura of being arrogant and arrogant.
"Jun Zimo, I never thought that you would massacre so many of my people in Cang Yue for a woman. Even if I die, I will have to settle it with you."
There was no fear on Song Jing's face. Things had developed to this point. It was definitely impossible for him to survive. It turned out that he was afraid. But at this moment, even if he was afraid, he could only grit his teeth and endure it. He absolutely couldn't.
I lost my last face in front of all the people in Cangyue.
"Prince Jing, you brought it upon yourself. As long as Cang Yue is willing to surrender, I will not use any soldiers. But you have committed an unforgivable mistake. You should be lucky that my woman and children are fine.
Otherwise, all the people of Cang Yue will be buried with them."
Jun Zimo looked awe-inspiring, but his tone was cold and gloomy. He could not see any signs of giving in. After Nan Zhao invaded Cang Yue, he issued a death order and did not burn, loot, humiliate or loot. Otherwise, Cang Yue's small projectiles would be destroyed.
The land would have been snatched away long ago, and those women in Cang Yue would have been humiliated to death. Now, just letting Song Jing die is already a great mercy on his part.
"Gentleman Mo, I would rather die in battle than surrender. I am not like that love prince who loses his power and humiliates the country. In order to survive in vain, he will sell the country."
Song Jingjing laughed a few times and looked aside with disdain at Xue Lengqing, who thought she was fine and was wandering around with her eyes closed. Her eyes were full of ridicule.
"Prince Jing, you have the backbone. Wait a minute and I want to see how heroic your death is."
Xue Lengqing half-opened her cold eyes and glanced at Song Jing, who was already trapped in a fight. She didn't feel the slightest displeasure at his words. There was nothing to care about what a dead man said.
"Soldiers of Cang Yue, as long as you are willing to submit sincerely, I will never touch you in the slightest. If you resist tenaciously, you will only die."
Jun Zimo ignored Song Jing and turned to the side to see the Cang Yue soldiers who had long been discouraged by seeing Nan Zhao's hundreds of thousands of troops. In his subconscious, he was unwilling to use force unless necessary. After all, he wanted to take over.
Cang Yue cannot allow the people of Cang Yue to develop too much resistance. That will make it more difficult for Xue Lengqing to rectify Cang Yue.
When those Cang Yue soldiers heard Jun Zimo's words, they looked at me and I looked at you, but none of them dared to stand up and surrender first. They knew the character of their prince, and they would never do it while he was still breathing.
Will let go of those who betray him
Ling Chuchu saw every move of those Cang Yue soldiers and knew what they were afraid of. It seemed that no one of Cang Yue's soldiers would dare to act rashly without getting rid of Song Jing first.
"Zimo, kill Song Jing first. Once he is dead, no one will dare to resist."
Ling Chuchu walked slowly to Jun Zimo's side, filled with a murderous aura. After touching her round belly, her murderous intention burst out wildly.
"Hahaha, Ling Chuchu, you are a bitch who has been fucked by countless men. I, Song Jing, am a ghost, and I can also be a bad guy. I will make you never have peace."
Song Jing's eyes were red, his lips were trembling, and his right hand holding the silver sword was trembling slightly. When a person immediately knows that he is going to die, no one can ignore the fear that involuntarily emanates from his heart.
"If you want to be a ghost, it depends on whether Black and White is willing to take you in for free. Otherwise, you are just a ray of soul and will never be reincarnated. If you want to make me never have peace, I'm afraid you won't have the opportunity, let alone the ability."
After saying these words to him, she wouldn't let him have a better time after death. Anyway, there are too many ghosts in the underworld. If you take one less, you can still do a good deed for that bastard Pluto.
"Prince Jing, you really pissed me off."
Jun Zimo's anger was faintly aroused. The woman who dared to call him a bitch in front of him changed his original idea of letting him die happily.
He remembered what Chu Chu once said to him, I will repay anyone who bullies me, and I will kill anyone who insults me. This Song Jing has found a way for himself that he will not feel at ease even if he dies.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense to him? Hua Zefeng, give him Duanhunsan. I want him to see his intestines pierced and torn to pieces."
When he heard that this man was scolding Chu Chu, Lu Xiangxiang was so determined that he could no longer keep quiet. He pushed Hua Zefeng aside and gave him a look.
"What a cruel woman. Even if I, Song Jing, die here today, I will never be insulted by you."
Song Jing took a few steps back and saw Hua Zefeng walking towards him. Without hesitation, he pointed the silver sword in his hand and gave the decisive order.
"Fuck me!"
Following his order, those Cangyue soldiers who had no intention of fighting finally had differences. Some people had already thrown the swords in their hands to the ground and walked towards Junzi Mo with their hands raised. There were old people on top and young people on the bottom. Really
Don't want to die yet
"Traitor, seek death!"
When Song Jing saw the Cang Yue soldiers surrendering with their weapons, his eyes sharpened, and the silver sword in his hand started to kill those soldiers who no longer had any weapons in their hands.
When Jun Zimo saw Song Jing's overly excited reaction, he immediately stopped his attack and said to Xue Lengqing, who was not sure whether he had fallen asleep or not.
"Prince Qing, protect the surrendered soldiers and don't let them be persecuted by Cang Yue's people."
Jun Zimo has five hundred years of skill. Even if Song Jing were to fight to the death, he would definitely not be his opponent. It only took a dozen moves. Song Jing was shocked by Jun Zimo's overwhelming force and was unable to withstand it. Yin
The sword dropped instantly, and the person was already blown away more than ten meters.
"puff!"
When I opened my mouth, there was a mouthful of blood. I was lying on the ground, dying, and had no ability to continue fighting.
The silver sword in Jun Zimo's hand flashed, and was about to pierce Song Jing's heart. A familiar female voice sounded urgently.