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Qiang Ti's breath also relaxed at this moment. Looking at the soldiers advancing bravely from beside him, Zhao Yun could no longer hold on and fell backwards. Before he fell into coma, he seemed to feel someone supporting him, and someone else. There he shouted:

"Little General"

"General Zhao"

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Zhao Yun's lethargy means that the next war has nothing to do with him for the time being. After all, winning the first ascent, trapping the enemy, and retreating the generals are also achievements that cannot be underestimated.

Murong Yunhai fell into a passive deadlock. He and Zhao Yun were indeed good buddies, and they learned similar things. Even the method of breaking the formation was exactly the same. He also brought ten people to dig out the formation in a cone. Murong Yunhai's weapons He almost copied the style of his brother-in-law Tie Hammer's meteor hammer, and his martial arts skills were also taught by Tie Hammer. However, this set of hammering techniques is not a master's secret skill. In addition, his martial arts talent is limited and he is far from the level of a small master. There is still a bit of a gap. In martial arts, boxers are afraid of young men, while sticks are afraid of old men. It just so happened that this guy relied on his youth and energy to swing the meteor hammer like a windmill, killing him if he touched it, and maiming him if he rubbed it. His strength was always limited unless he relied on brute strength to reach the master level. He entered the formation more than 20 steps, and continuously After breaking through two defensive formations, he no longer had the energy to smash through the third defense. Fortunately, this guy's destructive power was astonishing, and all ten people who followed him were still clustered behind him.

Just when the stalemate reached a stalemate, there were shouts of killing and a loud attack bugle from the other city several miles away. Experienced veterans who listened carefully could tell that this was the bugle call of the Jinzhou Army and the defensive formation. There began to be an uproar and a bit depressed. The Jinzhou Army's attacking side, which was originally in decline, instantly gained morale. It was as if he had taken a powerful tonic.

Just like this, the battlefield pattern changed dramatically. Soon the defenders on the city wall began to retreat. The Jinzhou Army marched straight in from the stairs and followed the route of the defeated troops to the Yizhou Fuya defense center area, where more than 50,000 people had gathered. In the United Army, the elite brigade led by Murong Yunhai began to charge into the battle with their superior equipment. No matter whether it was swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes or hooks, this armor could protect them very well as long as they did not poke fatal vital parts. After all, martial arts masters like the Eighth Prince are in the minority everywhere, and ordinary people can only lose the chance at most. With hundreds of people taking the lead in the charge, it has become an unstoppable trend.

The third prince in the government office now saw that the situation was over, and the captain of the personal soldiers persuaded him earnestly: "Your Highness, make a decision quickly! His Highness the Eighth Prince will probably die in the battle. I think we should retreat first! I'm afraid it's too late. If Lian Po, an old man, leads his people to surround this place, it will be difficult for his subordinates and his people to escort you away safely. You can leave the green hills without fear of running out of firewood, and go to the imperial city to gather hundreds of thousands of troops to avenge your hatred. Don’t hesitate!”

The third prince raised his ears to listen to the movement outside. Even the heavy rain could not cover up the clear shouts of killing getting closer and closer, and the sounds of fighting were getting closer and closer. After pondering for a few breaths, he took a deep breath and made a difficult decision. "Let's go, tell the brothers to simply pack up some gold and silver, burn some incense, and then leave the city from the west. Tell the cavalry commander that I will not care about his fault for avoiding the battle this time, and then leave the city with us to the capital. When we are safe, , I will definitely say a few nice words to my elder brother for him, and he will be promoted to a higher position. It will be just around the corner, it depends on how he chooses. Okay, okay, hurry up and make arrangements.

"Oh! Wait, I'll find someone to go to the backyard immediately to help me load all the good things I recently collected in the study into the car and take them away. These good things may be useful in the future."

The shouts of killing were loud in the city. Originally, the defenders probably started to have evil thoughts when they saw that the situation was over. They planned to take advantage of the situation and starve the brave ones to death and starve the timid ones to death. Dozens of people formed rogue bandits, taking the opportunity to rob homes and houses, knocking away several wealthy households who usually tyrannized in the city, causing wailing and chaos.

I don't know who set the fire, and then the fire burst into the sky.

The time of a stick of incense passed by in a flash, and the rain stopped abruptly at this moment.

Several carriages loaded with rare treasures came out from the backyard of the city lord's palace one after another, and were heavily escorted by large groups of cavalry on both sides as they headed towards the West City.

The cavalry drove back and forth from the side to disperse the approaching crowd. If there was a slight collision, they would directly kill them with their horses and throw them away. They would rather kill than blame.

Not long after the carriage left the city, the resistance in Yizhou City, which had lost its command, quickly surrendered as if falling apart. Commander Lian Po only ordered to quickly collect the weapons of the surrendering troops, and did not even issue an order to pursue. He did not pursue the enemy, but only released several rounds of weapons. After the team explored the horse, the next step was to eliminate some remaining enemies and quickly restore order in Yizhou City. Adhering to a steady and steady attack, he digested every city he won, and quickly sent a message back to Jinzhou to report to Jun Yimo, the queen, about the successful victory of Yizhou City. As for military merit awards and other matters, follow-up and detailed verification of statistics are needed. Report to the Queen only after coming out.

As for these surrendering troops, it is also simple. They are divided into three waves. The first wave is to recruit and replenish the internal forces who persuaded them to surrender. The second wave will voluntarily surrender. Those who have mutual guarantees will be screened and registered first, and then these people will be released home. We will talk about recruiting troops later. The third wave was those whose defeat was determined and who were forced to surrender by the general situation. These people gathered together temporarily and waited until all the uneasy factors in Yizhou City were cleared before making a decision.

The most important thing now is to treat the wounded soldiers. Zhao Yun slept for two days. When he woke up, his whole body was wrapped like a rice dumpling by the almighty military doctor, and his neck was tied with white cloth so that he could not move.

Turning his neck and looking around, he felt that he was lying quietly in the tent of the military camp. No, there was also a rice dumpling lying on the bed near the exit. This man was much worse than Zhao Yun, and he even had his head wrapped up.

It took a hundred days for Zhao Yun to break his muscles and bones, but within a few days, Zhao Yun knew who the worse person was. It was the Eighth Prince, a fool. Zhao Yun's last attack almost broke all the bones in his body. The government was also seriously injured. Fortunately, a person with the status of a royal nobleman could not use the golden sore medicine like ordinary soldiers. Instead, he used the elixir used by immortal cultivators. Even if it is expensive, it is only a matter of life and death. I can grit my teeth for this guy, but I can't let him die like this, and I can't let Her Majesty the Queen leave the stain of brother-killing on the history books.

Zhao Yun was miserable. When the eighth prince woke up, he started to cry out in pain, and then he switched to cursing mode when he saw Zhao Yun in the same tent.

Zhao Yun did not quarrel with his subordinate Baijiu. After all, it was unbecoming of a general. He just said to the eighth prince as if nothing had happened: "Don't listen, don't listen, you bastard is chanting sutras."