The Battle of Yicheng is a battle destined to shock the world and have far-reaching influence.

But now, the news of the great victory of the human race in Yicheng has not spread yet, and the effect it brings is nothing more than a butterfly flapping its wings. The ruts of history have quietly turned, and there is no war that took place in Roucheng, the capital of Anling County, and attracts more attention from some people.

This day, the sky is cloudy.

The fierce battles were fought from top to bottom of the city walls of Roucheng, but there was a considerable gap in the number and quality of the troops on both sides, so the scene naturally showed a one-sided trend.

No one could have imagined that the offensive and defensive battles of a county capital could be so sloppy.

The smoke of gunpowder rose everywhere, and the shouts of killing were shocking the sky.

All movements can pass through most of the dead city and clearly reach the prefect's palace deep in the city.

There are no one in the prefect's palace.

The former palace guards were ordered to go up to the city wall. The majestic and arrogant golden armored generals were scared to death when they arrived on the city wall when they needed to fight with real swords and guns.

Most of the former palace servants had already escaped. Even if they escaped from the palace, they would probably not be able to escape from the city. They still ran away. It seemed that as long as they stayed in this palace, they would suffer a life-threatening disaster.

Only those wives and beauties in the harem had nowhere to escape.

Their family dare not take them home under such circumstances, so they only have one home in this deep palace. If the towering city walls cannot make them safer, then no matter where they leave this place, they will be safer.

Among the throne in the front palace was a middle-aged man with a haggard and thin face, with a sallow complexion as if he had anorexia and sat listlessly.

In the middle of the hall, there were seven men in black kneeling, among which were shorter old men Luochuan had seen many times on his way home.

The middle-aged man looked out from the open hall gate, and fireworks were always everywhere in the distant south of the city. He smiled sarcastically, "It took so long to attack a Rou City like this. Chen Jingzhi, who was described as a beast by my ministers, seemed to be nothing more than that."

The seven men in black did not respond, but just lowered their heads and knelt down and listened quietly.

The middle-aged man was also used to talking to himself like that, his voice echoing in the empty hall, very lonely, "Taishan, would it be better if I listened to your advice?"

After waiting for a while without hearing any response, he shook his head and asked and answered, "Probably not. Even if Liu Feixu died, Han Feng would still surrender. These days, the ministers have reported so much and scolded him. I actually understand him. In the final analysis, he has lost confidence in the current Anling County. He does not think that Anling can stop Li County, nor does he think that Anling can stop Guang County, or that."

"Yes, I bet everything in Chunyang City, but I still can't stop it," he smiled with a self-deprecating smile, "In the past years, Han Feng dared to fight with me and Liu Feixu. I think he was ambitious and even thought about entering Rou City for a while, but now it seems that it's just a house. Lu Zu died and the world is in chaos. Compared with Lijun and Guangjun, and even with the Four Barbarians, what can his little soldiers and horses be considered? So it's good to surrender. If I were in his position, I would have to surrender earlier and thoroughly. Even if I didn't need a battle in Liangcang City, I would have to surrender cleanly with tens of thousands of troops, maybe the one named Luochuan could still make me continue to be the general of Nancheng."

"It's a pity that I am not Han Feng. My surname is Yan. I am the prefect of Anling County. I worked hard for more than 20 years, and I endured humiliation and pretended to be a grandson for more than 20 years. In the end, it was still empty. Why, why?!!" His tone began to resent, so that his face became ferocious. "I killed the powerful minister Dong Qiao, created the Zhenge, integrated the Roucheng court, filled the private treasury of the palace, and took down the Sichuan city. As long as I gave me a few more years, I could kill Han Feng and recover Nancheng, and even forced Liu Feixu to integrate the entire Anling County...!"

"But God didn't give me this time, why, why..." He sighed to the sky, his expression was tucked, and tears flowed. "Just because my grandfather was not Yun Chong, and my father was not Luo Tianen. But even if you could leave me a complete city of softness at the beginning, I wouldn't have to pretend to be crazy and stupid to survive the first few years. Isn't it just a few years of time..."

"Dong, dun..."

There was a sudden trembling sound outside the palace, like a wooden hammer beating a drum, and the sound spread across half of the empty prefect's palace.

"Master, it's time to leave," said the short old man among the seven men in black, Luochuan, who had seen, turned around and looked at the entrance of the prefect's palace, and looked up at the middle-aged man on the throne and said, "It's really too late if you don't leave...!!"

"Go? Where to go?" the middle-aged man murmured.

"Guangjun!" said the short old man quickly, "Now that the county has occupied most of Anling County, Guangjun will not give up, but they lack a reason to send troops. If the lord goes to Guangjun..."

"It's useless," the middle-aged man smiled faintly, "A plan with Luochuan's child is already a scam with the tiger, but it's not like Yun Bailou? It's useless," he reached out and stroked his dry cheeks and said, "Besides, I don't have the intention of pretending to start over for decades... and time..."

"Master, don't...!" Before the short old man finished speaking, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at the row of men in black who were looking up in the hall with a gentle smile, and waved his hands at them, "The most correct thing I have ever done in my life is to know you. We have done so many things over the years, and even if we still lose in the end, our ancestors and ancestors can't blame me anymore. But... Anling Yan's family died by themselves, then I will die in Rou City." He waved his hand to signal the seven men in black to leave, "Remember, what you don't owe me is that I owe you. Now I'm going to die, I can't pay it back," he smiled as if he was slutty when he saw them, "I'll pay it back in the next life."

"Master..." The seven men in black wanted to say something else, but heard a shout of killing sound from the direction of the gate of the prefect's palace.

"Okay, go ahead and let my son be an ordinary person," the middle-aged man waved his hand again, "Don't let me leave without peace of mind."

Seven men in black were in tears, but the shorter old man kowtowed three times at the middle-aged man with red eyes, then stood up and said, "Let's go."

The other six men in black looked at him one by one, but he strode behind the palace, "Forgot the original oath of Zhong Ge?"

The six men in black were stunned, then gritted their teeth and kowtowed to the middle-aged man one by one, and then flew away.

When the hall was finally empty, the middle-aged man held his face tightly with one hand and let tears fall from his fingers. He smiled and cried, "Thank you... Thank you... Thank you... You..."
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