"Lord Commander, should we send someone to destroy the opponent's magic crystal cannon?"
The man in silver armor standing on top of the city wall looked at the scattered army of the City of Miracles, with a flash of light in his eyes, and loudly suggested to Zhao Hong beside him.
"No need! There are twenty holy-level warriors on the other side. No matter how many people we send, they will never come back. It's basically like meat buns beating dogs. Therefore, we just need to defend honestly."
After hearing the words of the silver-armored man, Zhao Hong stared closely at the 90,000 elite troops several miles away and replied calmly.
"Lord Commander, if they don't destroy the opponent's magic crystal cannon, as long as they move the magic crystal cannon forward, they can bombard Qinglong City and cause us heavy casualties!"
Seeing Zhao Hong rejecting his suggestion, the big man in silver armor couldn't help but said urgently.
"War! Deaths and injuries are inevitable. This time, all of us must be prepared to die for justice!"
Looking at the anxious-looking man in silver armor, Zhao Hong's eyes flashed with determination and he said firmly.
"Let the soldiers seize the time to rest and prepare for the upcoming battle. At the same time, let the reserve legion composed of mercenary guards from the city's elite and merchant nobles be ready for battle and climb the city wall at any time to assist in the defense."
Seeing that the big man in silver armor wanted to refute him, Zhao Hong didn't give him a chance to speak and gave a calm order.
"Yes, Lord Commander!"
Seeing that Zhao Hong was determined, the big man in silver armor showed a hint of helplessness in his eyes and responded loudly.
Looking at the departing figure of the man in silver armor, and then at the soldiers on the city wall who were dejected, with no intention of fighting, and their eyes darting around, Zhao Hong sighed softly, with a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.
He didn't know that in order to repay Sun Wei's support, he pulled Qinglong City into the abyss of war and allowed the 50,000 soldiers in the city, more than 100,000 strong men, and nearly one million people to follow him to die for righteousness.
right or wrong.
"Brother Zhao, do you think the commander will surrender?"
A guard guard at the gate of Qinglong City looked at Zhao Yidao, who was wearing bright armor, with a worried look on his face.
"Yes! Brother Zhao, will the commander-in-chief surrender? If the commander-in-chief refuses to surrender, will our family really be reduced to lowly slaves after Qinglong City is destroyed?"
"Brother Zhao, you are our leader and the highest officer of this city gate. If Commander Zhao refuses to surrender, will you strictly abide by Commander Zhao's order and surrender without opening the city gate?"
"Brother Zhao, we are not afraid of death, but we are not willing to die. The strength of the Ye Family Army is simply not something that our Qinglong City can withstand. Instead of fighting to the end, using the mantis as a chariot and becoming a wisp of smoke, it is better to open the city gates and surrender, and welcome the Ye Family Army into the city.
, to protect your own life, your family’s freedom and rights.”
",,,,"
As soon as the guarding soldier finished speaking, other soldiers guarding the city started shouting loudly.
Ye Chen's words of persuasion to surrender shocked these elite gatekeepers. They were not afraid of death and could fight fierce enemies, but they were absolutely unwilling to participate in a battle where they knew they would die and could not win.
It is impossible for them to accept to exchange their own lives for a chance to breathe, to satisfy the master's will to commit suicide, and to send their parents and relatives to the road of slavery.
Hearing the words of hundreds of soldiers guarding the city, and seeing the fierce light shining in their eyes from time to time, Zhao Yi knew that his men were out of control and that he could no longer control them.
, if you insist on standing by Zhao Hong's side, you will be betrayed by your own men and start a fierce battle with your own men.
Zhao Yi was not surprised by the occurrence of this situation. He had expected this situation when twenty holy warriors including Ah Da Er and others destroyed the magic crystal cannon.
Like most of the soldiers in Qinglong City, he is the son of ordinary people. They all receive meager salaries to support a large family, and they also have to accept various taxes. They can only maintain one food and clothing every day. For
Wu Guo and Sun Wei have no loyalty at all.
If the enemy is a ruthless thief, they will not hesitate to pick up the weapons in their hands and fight to the death for the sake of their parents and family living in the city, and will not let any thief enter the city.
But if the enemy is the aristocratic private army of the Wu Kingdom and wants to overthrow the rule of the Wu Kingdom and gain control of Qinglong City, then although their fighting will is not as tenacious as facing the thieves, they will not surrender easily.
However, the army under Ye Chen's command was too powerful, beyond their imagination. They could not win at all and could only choose one of two options: death or surrender.
There is no doubt that most soldiers will choose to surrender to protect their lives.
In the eyes of the soldiers in Qinglong City, Ye Chen is a noble of the Wu Kingdom. After taking over Qinglong City, he will not wreak havoc. They will continue to be their soldiers, their families will live as usual, and most of everything in Qinglong City will still be there.
It will operate according to its original trajectory. The only difference is that the ruler of Qinglong City has changed from Sun Wei to Ye Chen.
The situation in Qinglong City and possible future scenarios flashed through Zhao Yi's mind. Looking at the gatekeepers who turned their attention to him, he said calmly: "Don't worry, I don't want to die, let alone my parents and family.
Being demoted as a slave, if Commander Zhao refuses to surrender, when the one-hour deadline is about to expire, I will open the city gate to welcome the Ye family's army and protect the personal and property safety of millions of people in the city."
As soon as Zhao Yi finished speaking, the faces of the hundreds of guarding soldiers relaxed, and the weapons they held tightly in their hands lowered their heads. They stayed at their posts obediently and waited quietly for the one hour limit.
s arrival.
"Lord Ross, one hundred ninth-level warriors and three thousand dead soldiers have been mobilized on the city wall in the name of assisting us in defense. They can launch a fierce attack on Zhao Hong at any time and capture him."
A steward from Viscount Ross's Mansion walked up to Viscount Ross and reported in a low voice.
"Very good! Let people spread the news about Sun Wei's secret escape!"
After hearing the words of the steward of the mansion, Viscount Ross showed a smile on his face.
A quarter of an hour later, the 50,000 soldiers defending the city wall and the more than 100,000 strong soldiers assisting the defense below the city wall all knew that Sun Wei had escaped alone. The already sluggish morale became even more sluggish. Under the threat of death,
Next, the resentment in my heart kept rising.
"Open the city gate and welcome the Ye family army into the city!"
A huge roar sounded above the wall of Qinglong City. The faces of the 50,000 soldiers on the wall changed. They looked towards the place where the sound originated. They saw Viscount Ross holding a sharp long sword and leading thousands of soldiers.
An elite man galloped towards Zhao Hong.
"Rebellion!"
These two words rang in the hearts of the 50,000 soldiers above the city wall, and they couldn't help but feel shocked, with a strange look on their faces.
"Kill! Kill these traitors for me!"
Hearing the roar of Viscount Ross, and seeing the momentum of him leading a large group of people to kill him, Zhao Hong's expression changed drastically. He instantly pulled out the sharp sword on his body, pointed it in the direction of Viscount Ross, and roared loudly.
road.
Hearing Zhao Hong's roar, a thousand-strong personal guard quickly drew out their weapons without any hesitation and rushed toward Viscount Ross in a menacing manner.
"kill!"
Seeing Zhao Hong's personal guards waving their weapons and rushing towards him, Viscount Ross raised the sharp sword in his hand, pointed forward, and rushed out first, while hundreds of ninth-level warriors, three
Thousands of elite dead soldiers also roared angrily, waved their weapons, and faced Zhao Hong's personal guards.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hong's personal guards and Viscount Ross led the masters and elite dead soldiers to meet on the top of the city wall and started a fierce fight. There were loud shouts of killing, shrill screams, and crisp metal collisions.
The sound resounded continuously above the walls of Qinglong City.
Zhao Hong's personal guard only has a thousand people, and most of them are third- and fourth-level soldiers. Both in terms of quantity and quality, they are quickly defeated by the masters and elite dead soldiers led by Viscount Ross.
Below, they were continuously beheaded and turned into cold corpses.
"The defenders on the city listened to the order and killed these traitors immediately!"
Seeing his personal guards falling to the ground one by one, Zhao Hong showed an angry look on his face and roared loudly at the 50,000 soldiers on the city wall.
However, what Zhao Hong could not imagine was that none of the soldiers on the city wall obeyed his orders. They just clenched the weapons in their hands and looked coldly at the chaotic battlefield on the city wall, with no intention of interfering at all.
The reaction of the soldiers on the city wall made the anger on Zhao Hong's face even stronger. Knowing that the soldiers on the city wall could not be counted on, he quickly ran to the location of the magician legion and ordered loudly: "Use magic immediately to kill those
Kill the damn traitors!"
"Lord Commander, I'm sorry, we don't want to accompany you to death!"
Hearing Zhao Hong's angry roar, the leader of the magician army showed an apologetic smile on his face.
"You! You!,,,"
Looking at the magician with an apologetic smile on his face, and the soldiers guarding the city who were watching coldly, Zhao Hong felt desolate in his heart. The feeling of betrayal and separation was not so pleasant.
"Lord Commander, let's surrender! Brothers can't hold on any longer!"
The big man in silver armor glanced at the guards who kept falling to the ground and died. He couldn't help but look anxious and said loudly to Zhao Hong.
"Stop! Open the city gate and welcome the Ye family army!"
After hearing the words of the silver-armored man, Zhao Hong turned his gaze to the bodyguards who kept falling to the ground and died, closed his eyes, and roared loudly.
As soon as Zhao Hong finished speaking, Viscount Ross showed a smile of victory on his face. He raised his right hand to stop the masters and dead soldiers who wanted to continue fighting, while Zhao Hong's personal guards dragged the bodies of their companions.
, returned to Zhao Hong with a complicated look on his face.
Seeing that the farce in Qinglong City was over, Ye Chen got on his horse and shouted: "Assemble!"
As soon as Ye Chen finished speaking, the scattered 90,000-strong army quickly stood up and ran, forming a strict military formation in the blink of an eye.
After taking a look at the army behind him, a satisfied smile appeared on Ye Chen's lips. He waved his hand and said loudly: "Let's go, let's take over Qinglong City!"