The Blood Crown

After Feng Ye fell asleep, Yan Sikong returned to the tower.

It was late at night, but the inside and outside of the city walls were brightly lit.Yuan Nanyu has changed into a suit of armor, and is discussing something with Liang Huiyong at the top of the city.

Yan Sikong climbed up the city wall and hurriedly asked, "How is the situation?"

"There is no movement yet." Liang Huiyong replied.

Yan Sikong looked down from the tower, and saw that Zhuo Letai's army was stationed outside the range of the bow and arrow. After a day of fierce fighting, the enemy must be extremely exhausted, and at this time, it is not appropriate to attack the city because the lights are in the dark. dawn.

"How is the wolf king?" Yuan Nanyu asked.

"He woke up, and Master Que fed him medicine, saying that he can eat when he wakes up again." Yan Sikong took a deep breath, "Yu'er, thanks to you..."

"Second brother." Yuan Nanyu blinked, "We agreed before."

Yan Sikong nodded, changed the subject, and lowered his voice, "How is the morale of the soldiers?"

Yuan Nanyu's face suddenly became tense: "There are rumors that the wolf king was seriously injured and died everywhere in the army. I have already arrested two of them for questioning, but... my mouth alone is not very useful, the more they can't see it. Fengye will become more and more suspicious."

"I'm worried that the news of his injury has spread." Yan Sikong couldn't help worrying, "The impact of this matter will definitely affect the capital."

Yuan Nanyu also felt helpless.

At this time, the Feng family's army is facing enemies from all sides, from the Jin soldiers, from Chen Yu, from the imperial court, and from the people. If the news of Feng Ye's life is broadcast all over the world, the enemies from all walks of life will definitely be ready to move, and the internal army's morale will also be shaken. Followed by slack.

This is simply worse.

Yan Sikong said solemnly: "When his injury is stable, let him come out to supervise the battle. Before that, you will lead the troops."

"Right now, that's all there is to it."

The eyes of the two brothers looked out of the city at the same time, looking at the glistening flames in the dark army, like the eyes of thousands of beasts dormant in the darkness, filled with sinister murderous intent, waiting for the opportunity to pounce on them , tearing them to pieces.

-

At the first light of day, the Jin soldiers began to transport wood to the front of the moat, apparently to build a bridge with the help of sheepskin tires to assist the siege machinery to pass through.

So after a night of peace, the war started again.

With Yuan Nanyu around, the cooperation between the Feng family army and the Guangning army became more tacit, but the number of Jin soldiers was too large, they repelled one group, and then the next group came, as if endless.

At this time, Feng Ye's guards climbed up to the top of the city, found Yan Sikong, and whispered in his ear: "The wolf king is awake, and he is looking for Lord Yan everywhere."

Yan Sikong observed the situation of the battle. At this time, they were mainly fighting, Jin Bing resisted, and Yuan Nanyu and Liang Huiyong supervised the battle. , decided to go back and have a look.

After notifying Yuan Nanyu, Yan Sikong hurried back.

He thought that seeing Feng Ye's improvement would be the only good news these days, but when he opened the door, the scene in front of him surprised him.

Feng Ye didn't lie down on the bed, but sat on the soft couch where Feng Hun was lying.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong ran over in a hurry, but saw Feng Ye's face was pale, and a puddle of blood oozed from the chest of the pure white underwear. He was staring intently at Feng Hun, his eyes were red.

And Feng Hun also looked at Feng Ye with that blue-gray single eye, it seemed that he didn't even have the strength to blink, and every time he closed it, he had to slowly open it.

Yan Sikong's heart tightened, he walked slowly to the front, squatted down slowly, and said in a low voice: "You can't get out of bed yet."

Feng Ye's voice trembled slightly: "It has been with me...for 20 years, since it was born, we have been together..."

Yan Sikong's nose was sore, he put his hands on the body of the soul-sealing body, feeling the weak, almost imperceptible breathing.

It used to be so strong, so mighty.

But in this world, no one can beat time.

"We once drank the milk of a female wolf. It was born the biggest, the smartest, and the closest to me..." Feng Ye said with tears, "It is my brother, and it is the real wolf king."

Yan Sikong said sadly: "It has been waiting for you to wake up."

Feng Ye's tears rolled down, he choked up and said: "Hun'er, you... let's go, you don't have to suffer anymore."

Feng Hun let out a low "woo", as if exhausting all his strength, he raised his head and licked the tears on Feng Ye's face.

Feng Ye clutched its fur tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Go, go, I will avenge you, I will definitely..." He leaned over and hugged Feng Hun's neck, crying and said, " Hun'er, come back to me in the next life."

Fenghun whimpered and closed his eyes peacefully.

Yan Sikong turned his face away in discomfort, the fur on his palm no longer fluctuated.

Feng Ye hugged the giant wolf tightly. The wolf king who used to be all-powerful and majestic now curled up his trembling body like a child, crying silently.

Yan Sikong wiped his face and said sadly: "Fengye, your wound is bleeding, you must call the doctor, our lives were saved by Hun'er, don't let him down."

Seeing that Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to it, Yan Sikong had no choice but to forcefully open his arm: "Feng Ye, you have to live to avenge Hun'er, you have to live!"

Feng Ye's face was ashen, and his eyes were full of sadness.

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye to the bed, and called the doctor from the mansion to re-bandage Feng Ye's wound.

The guard looked at the peacefully sleeping wolf on the ground, not knowing what to do.

Yan Sikong winked: "I'll handle it."

After the doctor left, Yan Sikong sat in front of the bed and said in a deep voice: "I know you are very sad, but now you must take care of your body, for Hun'er, for the Feng Family Army, and for Liaodong."

Feng Ye said softly: "Hun'er never wants to be sick and old and lie on the couch, to be able to die in battle, it deserves to die."

"It has been holding on, but fortunately you woke up, it said goodbye to you, and you can rest in peace."

The grief in Feng Ye's eyes gradually turned into hatred: "Where's the gold thief?"

Yan Sikong summarized what happened during his coma, and finally said: "Zuo Letai is building a bridge, and it won't be long before he will formally attack the city."

"And I'm still lying on this couch." Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "The news that I've been shot by an arrow will definitely shake the morale of the army, no, I have to..." He was about to get up as he spoke.

Yan Sikong quickly pressed him down, and reprimanded him: "You know how much effort Yu'er and Sect Leader Que have put in to save your life. Right now, you must take a good rest and get well as soon as possible."

Feng Ye looked up at Yan Sikong, his gaze was deep and heavy.

Yan Sikong let go of his hand: "Hun'er, what are you going to do..."

"I want to take it back to Datong." Feng Ye said hoarsely, "Let it go back to the place where it was born."

"When you defeat the golden soldier, you can take it back to Datong."

Feng Ye was silent for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, and took Yan Sikong's hand.

Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment, but did not withdraw.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong quietly, he opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Yan Sikong said calmly: "You can say whatever you want."

"...You haven't called my name for a long time, maybe you haven't cared about me for a long time." Feng Ye said softly, "This is probably the only good thing about my injury."

"You saved me, out of emotion and reason..."

"For what 'feeling'?"

Yan Sikong lowered his head: "Fengye, I don't want to consume your energy with anything until you recover from your injury."

Feng Ye looked at him deeply for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "Go and supervise the battle. Don't worry, I will let Zhuo Letai see me standing on Guangning City again."

Yan Sikong stood up: "You take care of your wounds." He glanced at Fenghun again.

Feng Ye turned his head to look at Feng Hun, his eyes were soft and sad, "Let it stay with me again."

-

After Yan Sikong walked out, his heart was still oppressed and he couldn't breathe. He wiped his face vigorously, and rode his horse towards the city wall.

With arrows and artillery fire, the Jinren finally stepped across the bridge built over the moat after besieging the city for two days and one night.The pile of corpses in front of the moat was as high as a hill, and the bridge seemed not to be supported by sheepskin tires, but tens of thousands of flesh and blood.

When Yan Sikong returned to the top of the tower, what he saw was the infantry, cavalry, artillery, and siege soldiers of the Jin people. The 10,000+ army rushed towards them like locusts, and they could not see the end of the black mass, as if they were alone. With one mouth, the whole of Guangning can be dismantled and eaten.

The soldiers guarding the city felt the fear that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists, the picture in front of him kept overlapping with the memory from 21 years ago, the chill ran through his whole body, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Come on, make a break.

The army gathered under the city, but did not rush to attack, Yan Sikong guessed what they were going to do.

Back then, Zhuo Letai sent a strong general to the city of Guangning every day to call for battle, which made people panic and morale turbulent.

They yelled—Surrender, don't kill.

"If you surrender, you don't kill! If you surrender, you don't kill! If you surrender, you don't kill!"

Zhuo Letai repeated the same trick, but this time it was no longer a small group of cavalry, but tens of thousands of troops shouted together, and the sound was like thunder, straight to the sky.

The shout was so loud that people were almost deaf, not only the soldiers on the tower, but also the people in the city must have heard it clearly.

Attacking the enemy first attacks the heart, although this method is not new, it is very effective.

Liang Huiyong discussed with Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu: "Let's fire."

Yuan Nanyu said bitterly: "Zuo Letai wants to break the morale of our army before attacking the city, how can he succeed."

"No, if we fire the artillery, the Jin soldiers will immediately attack the city." Yan Sikong said, "Our army is exhausted, and the enemy's determination is in full swing, so we must avoid their spirit."

Yuan Nanyu frowned and said, "But I'm worried about the soldiers..."

"They have experienced many battles, and they will not be easily intimidated." Yan Sikong said to Liang Huiyong again, "All Liaodong soldiers hate gold thieves, and they will not be easily intimidated."

Liang Huiyong hesitated.

Yan Sikong said: "The barbarians don't understand this principle and let them vent their morale. We wait calmly and wait for work. You go to appease the soldiers and let them take the time to rest."

Liang Huiyong and Yuan Nanyu were persuaded, they nodded vigorously: "Okay."

Looking at the gable wall built by his supervisor, Yan Sikong thought, next, it's up to you.