When the deadly poisonous gas passes through every corner of the battlefield, soldiers will choose to go to high places because of poor breathing, or they will avoid gas erosion.

After all, people can't escape the gas blown by the wind, even the polymeric type with high quality that will not be blown away.

The green mist is as simple as covering the ground with a quilt.

The soldiers who were not swept behind for the time being trembled as they heard the miserable ghost screams inside the poisonous gas, as if there was no gas ahead, magic or magic.

The retreating whistle came from all over the place where it was shrouded, and the frightened soldiers retreated in a hurry. Perhaps only the thick walls could resist the arrival of magic.

Through the telescope, Nago saw several soldiers who rushed out of the miasma with their own eyes and fell to the ground and grabbed them a few steps, and then were flooded with gas again.

When the gas offensive lasted fifteen minutes, Commander Yanglong, who was about to arrive at the city wall, issued an order to retreat, requiring everyone to retreat into the city wall and retain their vitality.

The Wang army fled on a large scale until the green gas stopped in front of the city wall, but this gas also tended to climb up along the city wall, just like a creeper.

The soldiers and officers looked down in fear, and became weak when the gas reached a certain height, and everyone's hearts were temporarily relieved.

It was not until the early morning of the 26th that the fog was absorbed by nature, and the volatile poisonous gas left a world outside the wall of the royal capital that was scared by the devil.

The troops were liquidated and the front-line combat forces were destroyed. Most of the soldiers who could withdraw were reserved, with a small number of people and no combat experience.

Zuo Lan's request for surrender drifted above the capital without exquisite rhetoric. The simple opportunity to surrender was already unbearable for many surviving soldiers.

"Those who dare to surrender will be punished as a sensible enemy!"

Nawu controlled the morale of the army wildly, and he was also waiting for news from the palace that the dynasty there would decide whether to fight or to reconcile.

The Inspector General himself did not agree with surrender, and he did not think that this problem should not be caused.

There were not many people at the court meeting, including the emperor, Prince Faz, and senior officers who could come out.

The discussion on whether to fight or to be harmonious lasted for a long time, and it was precisely because of this long span that the soldiers who wanted to surrender were lucky.

The remaining troops of the capital were less than 10,000, and the siege of hundreds of thousands of troops on the opposite side, and there was no hope of arguing.

While the palace was still gathering debates on the issue of war surrender, some middle-level officers had already arranged defenses everywhere and prepared to fight a street battle. These officers did not ask for any advice and were privately mobilizing troops.

Nawu did not join in. He was still waiting for the emperor's oral orders, and used his only remaining authority to suppress the wave of hope of surrender.

Today, Zuo Lan, who had a hoarse voice, came to the command post, which was preparing to move forward. If street fighting was fought, the command post might be moved to the capital.

"How is the situation?"

He asked barely with a hoarse voice.

This uncomfortable sound made everyone in the command post feel uncomfortable, as if something was stuck in their throats.

Wu Peng replied with a ugly expression: "Except for us, all friendly troops are mobilizing. It seems that they all want to be the first to conquer the palace. Although we have defeated the main force of the royal army, we must also prepare well and don't let those people rob.

Thanks.”

"Everyone is anxious, ridiculous."

"There is a piece of fat in front of us. Maybe we will surrender as soon as we enter. Who is not jealous of this kind of credit? On the contrary, the weapons of those Taihui people are so scary that it is hard to imagine that if we use them, we can use them.

What happens to your own head?"

"Yes, although the poison gas has disappeared now, the brothers still wear gas masks when cleaning the battlefield. There is no way, there is already a psychological shadow."

"You'd better say a few less words, I'm so embarrassed."

The terrible weapon used to defeat the Wang Army is also lingering in fear on the side of the winner. Although this weapon is not invincible, and although this time it has occupied the right time and place and unexpected situation. In the final analysis, the power of the poison gas is still obvious to all, and it is inevitable that people will not be afraid.

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Fortunately, the special shells produced from Taihui Laboratory were consumed, otherwise Zuo Lan would have to consider whether to shoot two more shots at Wangdu.

He once tried his best to avoid using such a tragic thing, and was afraid of this result. Even if he abandoned the conscience that had been insulted by the vain, he would still be unable to sleep or eat.

That would be the lives of tens of thousands of people. It would take a long time to destroy them even if they were buried.

While planning the siege, Arnold hurriedly intercepted a telegram. While she took the telegram, she also took two glasses of water intimately.

Zuo Lan drank water in big gulps and swept his eyes from line to line on the telegram.

Rohan is asking about the time it takes to seize the palace.

"Why didn't he send a message to those generals directly? Someone could not wait. He called back to the Speaker, saying that our brigade was trying to persuade the surrender, hoping to avoid greater casualties."

Send Zuo Lan's words back to the rear, and not long after, Arnold arrived with a new message.

She said expressionlessly: "His Excellency Rohan ordered the attack, and he must capture the palace and kill the emperor with thunder. Moreover, His Excellency Rohan specifically named him and asked General Zuo Lan to complete the operation."

"Emperor Killing?" Zuo Lan's mind roared, "Why? The emperor has many followers... I understand, I am still the one who does dirty work. Arnold, if you call back, you say that our army is tired and unable to attack."

"Why? Our army's fighting will has never been sharp before, so where is there any reason to be tired?"

"Just as I said, otherwise I can only be a telegrapher."

"I was sent by Lord Rohan, you can't replace me."

"Come on! Tied her!"

After many days of fighting, the Minba people under Zuo Lan had already admired Zuo Lan himself, and countless people followed him unconditionally.

At that moment, engineers who had packed up the command post surrounded him and planned to force Arnold to surrender with force.

Arnold was also tough enough to die and would rather die than surrender. He knocked down three Minbas with his own strength. Later, she was captured by Zuo Lan several moves.

"Zuo Lan! You bastard! Traitor! I am the secretary of Lord Rohan! You have no right to do this! No right to..."

"Take it out! Get it out! It's so annoying!"

The command post was considered clean, and Wu Peng smiled and said, "This woman is so terrifying. What should I do next? Let me act as a telegrapher?"

"This is also considered protecting her. She is already brainless. Who else can you do it? There are still people who can send telegrams here? There are not even people who can read."

"What if I don't do it? I'll tie it up too? Brother, aren't you afraid that Rohan will replace others? Some generals can attack, but it's not good to offend Rohan."

"A gamble."

"What if I lost the bet?"

"The sacrifices of Minba and Minba here are nothing count."

Wupeng nodded to express his understanding. He successfully took over Arnold's position and sent Zuo Lan's words to the anxiously waiting Rohan.

About forty minutes later, Rohan called back and said that everything promised would not change. But within five days, the palace must be taken down on October 1st.

Zuo Lan was still drinking water to moisten her throat when she listened to the telegram. After listening to the telegram, she simply smashed the cup and sent an order: "Let the brothers be prepared and ready."

"It seems you've bet right." Wu Peng said while folding the message, "I'm very curious, why must he ask you to attack? You can take this thing, and you can still use it as evidence in the future."

"Since it's dirty work, there are no records to do it. Are we still in the battle sequence? Who will command it?"

"Sometimes I can't understand your blind confidence. Do you need to notify the artillery?"

"If necessary, they have to open the city wall. Let that crazy girl go, it's so ugly."

Even though Arnold was tied up, his mouth was still ill and he almost cursed Zuo Lan's ancestors.

After the engineers untied Arnold's ties, the first thing this woman did was to give Zuo Lan a mouth.

Zuo Lan's face turned clear with a clear handprint. He was not angry, but just told Arnold: "You can report this to Rohan, I have no objection."

"I will definitely tell Your Excellency Rohan."
Chapter completed!