For most of the Southern Chu defenders, the collapse of Yancheng's defense line was a bit inexplicable. Before they could understand what was going on, the city was gone.
Yancheng is the old capital of Southern Chu. It is excellent in terms of defense and other aspects. With famous generals like Jing Cui stationed there, it can be said to be impregnable!
Who would have thought that in less than an hour, the whole front would be defeated.
Even the few who resisted stubbornly chose to surrender after the city lord's mansion was captured.
They have long lost the confidence to continue fighting. Not only are all kinds of supplies extremely scarce, but they are also running out of food. Many people have not eaten rice or water for two or three days and are so hungry that they cannot even carry weapons.
The merchant army just shouted "surrender and you will have food," they put down their weapons and walked out of the fortress.
In a quiet room in the city lord's mansion, Jing Cui slowly opened her eyes.
Everything around him was still so familiar, it was still his room in Yancheng, and he felt inexplicably relieved. The arrow wounds on his body were also treated, and the strong smell of medicine filled his nostrils.
Exhaling slightly, he turned sideways and planned to continue sleeping.
Suddenly, he suddenly thought of something and sat up suddenly.
"Someone is coming!"
In the side hall separated by a curtain, Wanyanjing poked her head out.
"General Jing, you wake up!"
Jing Cui's face was dull, and the strange woman in front of him made him extremely frightened.
"Who are you? Whose Yancheng belongs to now?"
Wanyanjing took out the prepared soup.
"I am the princess of His Highness King Zhao of Dashang! Yancheng is naturally my territory of Dashang!"
Jing Cui hurriedly turned up and groped around, her body shaking violently.
"General, are you looking for a sword?" Wanyanjing picked up the sword next to her with one hand and handed it over, while bringing the medicine to her.
Jing Cui's pupils were slightly opened, with a look of horror on her face.
His sword was forged by three famous swordsmiths from the Jing family three hundred years ago. Needless to say, it is sharp and strong, and it weighs a hundred kilograms!
Even though he was born with great strength, he had to train for a long time and only became able to wield it freely when he was sixteen years old.
But Wanyanjing looked like a weak woman, yet she could pick up his sword easily.
After being stunned for a moment, Jing Cui immediately stood up, grabbed the sword and pulled it out, intending to kidnap Wanyan Jing and leave.
But as soon as his long sword was unsheathed, Wanyan Jing grabbed it in her hand.
Jing Cui's pupils suddenly dilated. After all, his sword was considered a famous sword in the world. He was so good at it that he was caught with his bare hands!
After calming down and observing carefully, Jing Cui suddenly discovered that Wanyanjing was wearing a pair of snow-colored gauze gloves on her hands.
Although it looks soft and beautiful, there is actually a sharp feeling in it.
"What material is this made of?" Jing Cui asked unconsciously.
"Ice silk from Tianchi in the north!" Wanyanjing took the sword over and said, "General, you are in good health and it is not suitable to use weapons. I will keep this sword for you!"
By the time Jing Cui reacted, Wan Yan Jing had already put away his sword.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao left behind Wang Ling when he left, saying that he would hand it over to the general when he wakes up!"
Wanyanjing put down the medicine and sword and took out an edict.
Jing Cui was in a daze. At this time, he didn't know what to do.
Not only was he seriously injured and couldn't muster any strength, Wanyanjing beside him seemed to be a master, but even if he was at his best, he might not be able to defeat her.