Crossing the border between Fengyun and Beiming, all the way down, wherever Fengyun's army went, it was overwhelming. Countless soldiers guarding Beiming abandoned the city and fled. Even if there was some occasional sporadic resistance, they were quickly swept away by Fengyun's army.
Clean up as usual.
In the end, every city in Beiming became an empty city.
Fengyun's army was advancing faster and faster, and within four or five days, dozens of cities had been captured.
Qing Kuang rode on his horse and unfolded the terrain map. According to the current speed, in just three days, the army would be able to attack the capital of Beiming. Beiming, a city that was once glorious and second only to Fengyun.
The great power is like a candle in the wind, and its strength is about to run out...
At noon three days later, the iron hooves of Fengyun's army stopped at the gate of Beiming Capital City without any suspense.[
The Fengyun Kingdom's army has quickly set up an encirclement. The city's east, west, north, and south gates are all tightly packed with troops. Not even a mouse can escape from the city.
The army stood by and took no action.
Aojunxie just stared at the tower of Beiming Capital without moving.
In the northern land, there are many deserts and few forests. The strong wind sweeps the yellow sand, flying all over the sky, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Behind him, Wu Mian came to Ao Junxie.
"Sect Master, now... do you want to attack the city?"
Wumian asked cautiously. His meaning was obvious. The soldiers in the army were impatient with the waiting and could no longer hold back.
"No! Wait a minute!"
Ao Junxie gently raised a hand and replied calmly.
"But... I don't understand what the prince is waiting for."
Ao Junxie smiled lightly, but the stern expression on his face did not change at all.
"The people of Beiming Kingdom haven't begged for mercy yet. It would be too easy for them to attack now!"
It was just an understatement, which already made Wu Mian feel his heart suddenly shaken.
"Then... what the sect leader means... is to negotiate with them first, but in the end, you still want to destroy them all?"
Wu Mian asked doubtfully.
Aojunxie didn't even turn his head, his eyes were still staring at the high tower across the yellow sand sky.
Wu Mian knew that he had guessed correctly.
Xiao Linfeng's conspiracy, Ao Moli's betrayal, and all the damage he had suffered, he would repay before his opponent was completely destroyed!
In the square of Fengyun King City, seeing a close relative of the royal family being threatened, I experienced the shame of surrender for the first time in my life. Such a thing will never be forgotten! [
Wumian felt uneasy in his heart, but he didn't know what to say and retreated.
Half an hour later, on the tower of Beiming Capital City, a shabby royal flag finally slowly lit up.
Judging from the style it adopts and the way it is typed, it is a signal of summation.
The head of a tall wooden pillar rose slowly. On the huge wooden frame, a young man with disheveled hair and a dirty face was tied up and fixed to it.
Although it was filthy, through the originally gorgeous but now tattered robe, everyone could still clearly see the fair face under the long hair.
"This is... Prince Fengyun Ao Moli!"
Beside, Dongfang Mu frowned and murmured.
Soon, more people recognized the young man tied to the log.
There was an uproar among the Fengyun army, but this time, they were no longer feeling regretful, but filled with indignation.