(The second chapter is here, please save it! I think this chapter is quite touching. At least I cried when I wrote it, believe it or not!)
After more than an hour of street fighting between the three thousand guards of the city lord's palace and the six hundred descendants of the Yan tribe, a large-scale battle finally broke out. In an empty market, more than forty guards surrounded seventeen Yan tribesmen.
The two sides fought fiercely.
However, no one could do anything about it in a short period of time, so the news spread, and both sides immediately invested a lot of manpower. This small siege got out of hand, and expanded to the point where 700 guards besieged more than 170 children of the Yan tribe.
No matter how powerful the children of the Yan clan are, they cannot escape for a while when facing an enemy that is far more numerous than themselves. After a hard fight, the Yan clan escapes at the cost of losing ninety people. This is also the relationship between the city lord's mansion and the Yan clan.
This is the first nominal victory that the Yan clan has won since the war started for more than an hour, because the number of people lost by the city lord's mansion was almost twice that of the Yan clan.
However, even with a casualty ratio of two to one, the City Lord's Mansion can still be considered a winner. Their total number is five times that of the Yan clan, so there is nothing wrong with exchanging two for one.
However, this supposedly overwhelming battle was terminated by two people.
Yan Li and Meng Yuan, who had disappeared for more than an hour, finally appeared. Yan Li blocked the guards of the City Lord's Mansion without injuring anyone, and took away the children of the Yan clan who died in the battle. Meng Yuan had a gloomy look on his face and coughed twice.
He took the guards back to the city lord's mansion.
The battle that lasted for more than an hour came to an end. The three thousand guards of the city lord's palace were continuously attacked and killed by the children of the Yan tribe in the street fighting. They suffered heavy losses and the number of casualties reached an astonishing 500 people. The casualties of the children of the Yan tribe also reached one.
One hundred and forty people, overall, it seems that the Yan people are slightly inferior.
When Yan Li led his people to find Yan Ting, he was sitting on the corpses on the ground, completely ignoring the stench of blood and looking at the sky as if he was demented.
The area within a radius of fifty feet became a pool of blood, and the entire army of five hundred cavalry was wiped out, with both men and horses dead.
Yan Ting's upper body was naked, and the strange black crabapple had disappeared after the blood on his body dried up. There was no blood stain anywhere in his body, and he looked as if he had jumped into a vat of blood.
"A...A Ting..." Yan Li murmured softly.
Seeing this scene that was like hell on earth, Yan Li was heartbroken. He walked over and hugged Yan Ting tightly.
Yan Ting's eyes were dull and his neck was twisted stiffly, like a zombie. He let out a choked sob and asked emotionlessly: "Have we won?"
Yan Li shook his head lightly: "Not yet, we have underestimated the strength of the City Lord's Mansion. The current strength of the Yan clan is not enough to swallow up the City Lord's Mansion in one go. However, the 500 forbidden troops and 500 cavalry have all been wiped out. We can regroup.
If we attack again, Meng Yuan has been injured by me and will not come back in a short time."
"Regroup?" Yan Ting frowned in pain. He held Yan Li with both hands and said with a ferocious expression: "Why should we regroup? We will enter the city lord's palace now. That old thief in Mengyuan is no match for you. The rest of the guards
I can handle it, why not solve it once and for all?"
"We have lost more than 140 disciples, the casualties are too great, and now everyone has experienced a big battle, so we all need to rest, especially you, Ating, your body..." Yan Li said with a trembling voice.
His eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm fine!" Yan Ting roared loudly. He choked in pain. Looking at his body covered in blood, he gritted his teeth: "One hundred and forty brothers have died in the battle. Are you willing? We resist today.
What’s the purpose? The purpose is to destroy the city lord’s palace. I’ll kill the five hundred cavalry and you’ll kill the five hundred forbidden troops. There are still some guards left. What’s the reason not to go in?”
He looked at the group of Yan people standing below. There were about five hundred people left. These are the elites of the Yan people and the pride of the Yan people. He shouted loudly: "Brothers, are you willing?"
"Not willing to give in!"
"Not willing to give in!"
The earth-shattering sound rang out, roaring in Yan Ting's ears.
"If you are not willing to do so, then do you dare to follow me into the city lord's mansion and avenge your dead brothers?"
"Come into the city lord's mansion and avenge your dead brothers!"
"Kill, kill..."
"Everyone is here
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Now that we have reached this point, why not kill?"
What they heard with their ears, saw with their eyes and felt in their hearts was the Yan tribe’s exciting roar, excitement and high fighting spirit. They fought hard and killed more than 140 brothers, but they did not
Decadence and confusion only made his fighting spirit even more awe-inspiring.
Yan Ting looked back at Yan Li, pointed at everyone and said, "Father, fight back and destroy the city lord's mansion in one fell swoop. I don't want to wait any longer. I don't want to go through this again..."
As he spoke, he suddenly stopped talking, his hands began to tremble, and his breathing became rapid and trembling. The corpses on the ground were his masterpiece and a nightmare that he would never forget in his life.
Killing is the simplest thing in this world. A strong man lays down millions of corpses in anger, and the emperor sheds blood in a rage. Which person who is superior to all living beings does not have his hands stained with the blood of his heart?
However, when this matter really happened to him, he realized how cruel war was.
Five hundred people died in his hands and were massacred to death by him.
He is only sixteen years old.
Even if he avenged Mengran half a year ago, he only killed some bandits who deserved death. But these people were different. They were the army. They were not wrong, they just had different stances, but they still died miserably by their own hands. This
It has become an invisible shackle that binds Yan Ting's heart. He may not be able to overcome this hurdle in a short period of time.
While his murderous intent was still lingering, he wanted to destroy the city lord's palace in one fell swoop, but he just didn't want to wait to cause such killings again in the future.
Yan Li blinked and stood up. He hugged Yan Ting and touched his head. Suddenly, he discovered that there was a large gash more than three feet long on Yan Ting's head. His heart felt like it was being cut by thousands of people.
It's the same as a needle pricking.
"The children of the Yan tribe obey the order and follow me to attack the city lord's palace."
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In the city lord's palace, only 2,500 of the 3,000 guards were left. All the late Tian Yuan and Yuan Luo masters were injured to varying degrees. Yin Yan was the most seriously injured, and Yan Jili pierced his chest with one finger.
The heart is only an inch away.
All the people gathered in the hall, Meng Yuan was sitting adjusting his breath, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Father." Meng Zhang turned pale in shock and screamed, but there was nothing he could do. He was only at the ninth level of Earth Yuan Realm. Here in Meng Yuan, he could not do anything to help.
Meng Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed like crazy: "Hahaha, I didn't expect that this Yanli was hidden so deeply, ninth level Yuan Luo, ninth level Yuan Luo, I am not his opponent, haha
Meng Yuan felt sad for a while. He grabbed Meng Zhang's clothes and yelled at him: "Why haven't those five hundred cavalry been transferred here yet? Do you know that if there are five hundred cavalry to help, those hundreds of people from the Yan tribe will definitely become dead souls.
We wouldn’t have lost so many people, what on earth did you bastard do?”
He kicked Meng Zhang on the chest. This kick was extremely forceful in his demented state. Although he did not use his vitality, he still kicked Meng Zhang several feet away and almost broke his sternum.
Meng Zhang's expression was painful, but he did not dare to break out. He knew that this time he had committed a huge disaster. If he had not insisted on having 500 cavalry surround Yan Ting, he would not have lost more than 500 people in the street fighting here.
The five hundred cavalry are the key to determining the outcome of the war between the middle and lower classes on both sides.
"Five hundred cavalry were destroyed by Yan Ting!" Meng Zhang said in pain with his eyes closed.
"What did you say?" Meng Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank, his chest felt breathless, his energy and blood flowed backwards, and he spurted out another blood arrow.
Meng Zhang did not dare to face Meng Yuan directly. He knelt on the ground and knocked his head directly on the ground.
"He killed five hundred cavalry by himself?" Meng Yuan pointed at Meng Zhang, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
Only when Meng Zhang trembled and said the word "yes" did he give up completely.
But then, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahahaha... Yan Li, you really gave birth to a good son. I am convinced that I lost to you... Hahaha..."
His laughter stopped suddenly, and he rushed up to grab Meng Zhang's clothes and held him tightly. The father and son looked at each other, and they had never been so serious.
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Meng Zhang's heart suddenly pounded as they looked at each other.
"Zhang'er, go, as far as possible, and never come back." Meng Yuan said something strange.
"Go? Where to go?" Meng Zhang asked weakly.
"No matter where you go, just stay away from Akabane City and don't come back..." Meng Yuan took off the space ring on his finger and gave it to Meng Zhang: "There are more than one million gold coins in it, which is enough for you to have food and clothing for your whole life. Go
In other cities, you can open a small shop and live a normal life. Living on is better than anything else. Let’s go!”
"Go, go, no no...I won't go, father...Father, I won't go, what about you...what about you..." Meng Zhang burst into tears and knelt on the ground, refusing to take the ring.
Meng Yuan smiled and touched Meng Zhang's face: "Dad is the lord of the city, how could he be frightened out of his wits by a family patriarch? Even if it means death, I will fight Yanli to death openly and will never live in an ignoble way, but you won't
Same..." Mengyuan's voice softened. He couldn't remember how many times he had spoken to Meng Zhang so softly. When he was a child, he liked this the most: "You are my father's son, you can't die here.
You have to live and pass on the incense of the Meng family."
"I don't ask you to be like Yan Ting, I don't care about you, but you have to live, you can't die, Zhang'er..." Mengyuan cried, crying heartbreakingly. He has been the city lord for so many years, and he is the first
Cry every time.
Unable to suppress the rise of the Yan clan, he did not cry when he was overtaken by the Yan clan. He did not cry when he lost the battle with Yan Li. He did not cry when 500 cavalry were destroyed by Yan Ting alone. He did not cry when 500 forbidden troops were attacked by Yan Li.
He didn't cry. Even now that he was completely defeated, he still maintained his proud attitude as the city lord.
But his son, Meng Zhang, was his weakness in life.
He beat and scolded him because he wanted him to become successful. Behind every beating and scolding, there was deep fatherly love in it. He hated him for being useless, but he never let him down. He always led by the standards of the future city lord.
Move forward with Meng Zhang, this position will be given to him in the future.
But now, he had no choice. When the imperial army and the cavalry were destroyed, he knew that with the current combat power of the city lord's palace, there was no way he could stop the Yan clan.
He couldn't defeat Yan Li, Yin Yan couldn't defeat Yan Jili, the rest of the Yuan Luo masters were held back, and even the remaining two thousand guards were just a pile of rubbish in front of Yan Ting, who had slaughtered five hundred cavalry.
What ability does the City Lord's Mansion have to fight against the Yan clan?
A good hand, but it ended in failure.
Thanks to him, Meng Yuan thought he was so majestic, but in the end he was just a common man.
"I won't leave... I won't leave... You are the city lord, and I am the young city lord. If we die together, we will die together... I won't leave, and no one can even think about it... Let me go..." Meng Zhang kept sobbing.
His mind was in chaos. Under extreme sadness and fear, a person's first reaction would not lie.
Meng Yuan looked at his son blankly, he smiled, smiled happily, and slapped Meng Zhang on the back of his neck, knocking him unconscious.
"Yin Yan, take the young city lord and leave Chiyu City." Meng Yuan waved to Yin Yan and said with a smile.
Yin Yan gritted his teeth and asked with a trembling voice: "City Lord, what about you?"
"I stayed and fought to the death with the Yan tribe. Although my son is useless, at least...he..." Meng Yuan's tears burst out of his eyes instantly: "I am satisfied that he was able to insist on standing with me at the last moment.
Already."
"Yin Yan, take him away and never come back. Don't ask him to take revenge. He is a king or a bandit. If I lose, I will accept it. But my son cannot die. Do you hear me clearly? If he dies, I will be a ghost."
I won't let you go." Meng Yuan roared.
"Yin Yan, I understand." Yin Yan lowered his head and said.
Meng Yuan patted Yin Yan on the shoulder: "You have assisted me for so many years, and I have always regarded you as my friend. I will leave Zhang'er to you, let's go."
"Yes!" Yin Yan accepted the order, carried Meng Zhang on his back and left the city lord's palace through the secret passage.
Meng Yuan smiled, he staggered and sat down holding on to the handle of the seat, waiting for the arrival of the Yan Clan. He knew that the Yan Clan would definitely come.