"See what happens under the sword? Haha! Why? Is it just the hundreds of unarmored cannon fodder in front of you! Xiao Linfeng, even if you find people from Miao Jiang to help, it will still be of no avail!
There is no more corpse under the city tower, and your living corpse plague cannot be used at all. The arrows of my Fengyun army alone are enough to shoot you into holes!"
Aojunxie pointed at Xiao Linfeng and shouted angrily.
Downstairs, Xiao Linfeng remained silent. Across the dim sky and earth, both sides inside and outside the city had already tightly grasped the weapons in their hands.
However, Prince Beiming’s raised arm holding the short sword tightly froze in mid-air and did not put it down for a long time...[
Everyone can foresee that this is a war without any suspense. Xiao Linfeng's thousands of troops are just a moth swooping on an army of hundreds of thousands...
Without the plague technique, these remaining forces in Beiming would have no hope of survival.
Behind Qing Kuang, Dongfang Mu and Duanmu Xiu watched all this quietly and started talking quietly.
"Mu, in your opinion, will Xiao Linfeng really come to die?"
"Hmph! He doesn't want to die! Xiao Yuan could abandon the city and surrender, instead of dying in battle and martyrdom for his country. Of course, his son would not be so heroic... However, despite this, I can still conclude that Xiao Linfeng will still attack the city
, and it will attack very fiercely!"
Duanmu Xiu sneered, glanced at Dongfang Mu, shook his head, and said with a smile:
"Don't forget, Xiao Yuan is still in the hands of Fengyun Army. I don't believe that Xiao Linfeng doesn't even care about his own life! If that's the case, even if he recaptures Beiming Capital, he will lose all military morale. He is a dignified person.
Prince Beiming, I don’t think you can even think of this?”
Dongfang Mu crossed his arms in front of his chest and said softly:
"Then, how about we take a gamble?"
"It's a deal! How to gamble?"
"It's very simple. If you lose, you will be the driver when the master returns to Fengyun King City. If you win, I, Dongfang Mu, will be the driver!"
"Haha! Okay! That's it!"
Duanmu Xiu winked at Dongfang Mu proudly, as if he had a winning chance.
Under the city tower, Xiao Linfeng stood silently, as if waiting for something, and as if he was thinking about a major decision related to his wealth and life...
The first thing to break the dullness was the voice of a hoarse old man on the tower.
"Wind!"
Everyone's eyes were attracted by this sound.
I don't know when, the aging King of Bei Ming, Xiao Yuan, had climbed to the top of the city tower alone.
He took a trembling step forward, his face pale but extremely calm, and his pair of turbid old eyes filled with incomparable determination and cruelty that made people dare not look directly at him.[
"You are right, we are the people of Beiming Kingdom! For hundreds of years, Beiming and Fengyun have been side by side in the world. To reach this point today, this is a fate of God's will! Even if Beiming wants to be destroyed, it will be destroyed.
Violent! The capital city can be destroyed, but the people of the Xiao family cannot die in such a cowardly manner!"
Xiao Yuan slowly closed his eyes in pain and moved half a step forward. A strange and pale smile suddenly appeared on his deeply wrinkled face.
"My father is old and useless, so I can only use this broken body to help you as a last resort! You have no corpse ammunition, and my father is willing to be the first one..."