Nie Jia held Shi Chen's Shura Knife in his hand, and he didn't use any strength on his wrists. Those slender wrists looked so fragile that they could be broken at will. Facing Zhao Wushang's anger, he was not timid at all, instead he raised his hand and placed the knife on the crook of his arm in front of his eyes, with an excited look eager to try.
Zhao Wushang was full of anger. Standing in the wind and sand, he pulled out a long black and dull knife from his back as fast as lightning.
The famous knife lion song, when the knife is drawn, there is a faint cry like a tiger roaring and a lion roaring.
A knife is a good knife, but I don't know how skillful the person who wields it is.
The two armies confronted each other. Both the Yan army and the Qi army watched nervously and enthusiastically the life-and-death struggle between the tyrant and the first fierce general. With every defeat, the sound of two famous knives colliding spread across the battlefield, winning or losing almost instantly!
Yan Jun saw that the king was almost being pressed and beaten all the way, and he tightly clenched the weapons in his hands, especially the generals in front of the formation, staring at the two people who were fighting together in front without blinking. If you dare to hurt a single hair of the king, they will definitely bloodbath Lutai!
But both parties were far away, they could only see Nie Jia retreating step by step being forced by Zhao Wushang, and could not hear Nie Jia's soft snort of sneer except for the sound of weapons being delivered.
Zhao Wushang used the saber sharply and decisively, like a butterfly piercing through a flower, gliding around in a treacherous way, his tricks are life-threatening.
Nie Jia retreated in succession, as if he had been hit so hard that he was powerless to fight back, his life was in jeopardy. But his expression was indifferent and calm, Zhao Wushang's every move seemed dangerous, but he blocked them with absolute strength. He didn't even evade, and didn't miss any of Zhao Wushang's strikes, and he forcibly accepted it.
I don't know whether it is provocation or ridicule, but a cold smile keeps overflowing.
"slow."
"Still slow."
"slow!"
"too slow!"
Zhao Wushang seemed aggressive, but only he knew that he had tried his best, but he still couldn't cut a hole in this tyrant! It's so close at hand, but it's like a river of heaven, every time it's a little bit closer, every time it's a little bit closer!
Almost, almost slit his throat!
Almost, almost broke his tendons!
Almost, almost cut off his legs!
Almost, almost able to avenge the prince!
Zhao Wushang's anger became more and more intense, his saber techniques became more and more aggressive, sparks flew between the two of them, and his steps became more and more hasty and chaotic.
Anger made him lose his form, and disappointed Nie Jia, which made him lose all his patience. With a twist of his wrist, the blade flashed sharply, and he finally started to fight back. Law!
Both armies stared wide-eyed in disbelief, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhao Wushang caused a line of blood to explode from the wrist of the saber, Lion Song was lifted high up and stabbed into the ground with a clang.
The reversal was in the blink of an eye, and no one could see what was going on. General Zhao Wushang, who had always been in the upper hand, suddenly retreated a few steps. An eighteen-year-old boy had his hand chopped off in front of him!
"Oops, he's going to behead!" Seeing the tyrant's intentions, the military adviser ordered the eighteen cavalry to go to the rescue.
No matter what, the general must not die in front of the army, otherwise the army's morale will collapse, and Lutai will definitely fall!
The military division guessed right, but it was a step too late.
Nie Jia put the blade on Zhao Wushang's neck, and said fiercely and calmly: "Remember in your next life, don't get angry if you don't have the ability, the more you want to kill, the more you should learn to be calm."
After saying that, the head flew up, the blood fountain roared towards the sky, Zhao Wushang's body straightened and fell backwards.
Zhao Wushang... The rumored Zhao Wushang who broke through a city with one person and was a rare opponent in the world died! Died by the sword of the king!
Yan Jun shouted excitedly, shouting long live my king.
The military division of Qi State turned pale instantly, and shouted against the wind: "Withdraw the troops and defend the city! Defend the city!"
"Kill me!" Nie Jia raised his blade and threw out a string of blood beads.
Ji Jiarong and the other generals only felt a fire burning in their chests. They tried their best to mobilize their horses, and the Yan army immediately attacked aggressively, covering up and killing them like a tide.
Shi Chen bent down to pick up Lion Song with a low laugh, then took Nie Jia's hand and pulled him onto the horse, and followed the army to pursue the fleeing Qi army.
As soon as Zhao Wushang died, the Yan army was in high spirits, and the battle drums thundered on the city wall. The iron cavalry of the Yan army stepped over the corpses of Qi Jinyu and Zhao Wushang, and under the leadership of the king, they swarmed towards Lutai to kill them.
When the two armies were at war, the military division reacted hastily and reluctantly gave up a group of elite cavalry to buy time for the army to withdraw from the city.
But when the Yan army chased and came, the Qi army's formation was almost as fragile as a spider's web. The Yan army's iron cavalry was in front, and the crossbowmen fired all their arrows, and the Qi army was immediately killed and wounded. The military master stood on the wall like a drum, and couldn't tell what was in the hands of the Yan army. It was so powerful that it could be killed Wearing a shield can kill three people in a row!
When the gate of Lutai city was closed, the Qi army who had time to withdraw in the future was already dead.
"Surrender?" Nie Jia shouted at the gate of Lutai City.
He and Shi Chen shared the same horse, and the horse's hooves stepped on a pile of corpses. He looked up at the tense military adviser on the city wall, and asked again with a smile: "Surrender? This king will rely on your answer." Let’s decide whether Lutai will stay or not.”
Seeing that his hands were still stained with the blood of the great general, the military adviser felt pain in his eyes and heart, and he sternly ordered, "Shoot the arrow!"
With an order, feathered arrows poured down the city wall like heavy rain, and the Yan army immediately squatted down and raised their shields to surround the crossbowmen. Amidst the ear-piercing buzzing, countless pitch-black arrows flew from the protective circle towards the city wall, and the archers on the city wall fell from the city wall one by one.
When Shi Chen swung his knife to block the flying feather arrows, Nie Jia's eyes were dull, "I don't know how to flatter you."
He put two fingers together and swiped lightly, his eyes were cold.
Xuanjia Twenty-one suddenly appeared from the crowd, stomped a few steps, cut off the arrow in front of him, and climbed onto the city wall in an instant. This time, it was like a tiger entering the sheepfold, and the cold light of the blade flashed frequently. There were screams on the city wall, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
This battle was vigorous and vigorous, coming as fast as a hurricane, and ending quickly.
In the end, the gate of Lutai city was breached, and the military commander was captured alive. When Shi Chen opened the gate from the inside, Nie Jia stood outside on his horse. He put Lion Song back in his back, walked to Nie Jia's side naturally, took his rein, and led him into the city that was about to be captured.
The Yan army quickly took control of the Lutai Pass, and the people of Lutai knelt on the ground tremblingly, with fear and hatred in their eyes, and they lowered their heads not daring to look at the tyrant on horseback.
The military master had two arms removed by Shi Chen, and at this moment he was escorted up by a Xuanjia, and knelt under Nie Jia's horse's hooves.
"Slaughter the city." Nie Jia said softly.
In an instant, desperate screams filled the entire city.
"Jun Changsheng! You are so vicious and ruthless, there will definitely be retribution!" The military commander screamed angrily and in pain, closing his eyes and not daring to look at the bright red warm head in front of him.
Nie Jia lowered his eyes condescendingly, and raised the military commander's chin with the tip of his knife: "Didn't I tell you that the fate of Lutai depends entirely on your answer. If you surrendered obediently just now, why should the people of Lutai surrender?" die."
"If you kill innocent people indiscriminately, you will definitely..."
Before the military master could say a curse that he had ground out with his teeth, Ji Jiarong stepped forward and slapped him hard with the back of the knife. With a slap, the military master's brain spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Killing innocents indiscriminately? The reason why Qi Jinyu abandoned the plague city in Danyang County was the idea of you, a fox, right? If the king hadn't curbed the spread of the plague in time, do you know how many people would die in Triumph City? Why are you the people of Qi State? It's people, are the people of my country of Yan just animals that can be slaughtered at will!" Ji Jiarong gritted her teeth and her eyes were about to burst.
"Counting the grain and grass, cleaning the battlefield." Shi Chen stepped on the horse, hugged Nie Jia in his arms, clamped the horse's belly, and rode away into the depths of the long street.
The generals responded, Ji Jiarong swung his sword, and the head of the military adviser fell to the ground.
Compared with Triumph City, Lutai is many times more prosperous. Even here, a long street is full of wine shops. Unfortunately, the city was silent that night, and the garrison and people died.
Shi Chen warmed a pot of wine, and caught Nie Jia on the roof of the restaurant looking at the stars.
He bent his long legs and sat cross-legged beside Nie Jia, and Nie Jia automatically moved to his side, laying his pillow on his lap, staring at the stars in the sky with longing eyes, not knowing when he would be able to go home.
"I'll take you away soon, back to our home." Shi Chen seemed to know what he was thinking, and gently stroked his forehead hair.
Nie Jia laughed, poured a small glass of sake with his hand, and crawled on top of him again, "I killed a lot of people today."
"Those are just statistics, not human beings." Shi Chen took advantage of the situation and held him in his arms, raising his eyebrows freely.
Nie Jia said: "But even if it's not data, I might kill it."
"In our world, wars often break out, and billions of people on a planet will disappear if they say nothing, and there is no one's fault." Shi Chen looked into his bright eyes and said quietly: "No matter how the times change, It is impossible for human beings to usher in real peace. Politics has never been based on the perspective of justice. You don’t have to judge right from wrong. We don’t have enough food and grass. If you don’t slaughter the city, you can’t feed the army and the people. It is better to kill the people of Qi and save your own people than to lose all."
Nie Jia nodded, feeling a little calmer.
Shi Chen put his arms around his waist, leaned into his ear and chuckled, "The people in Lutai don't accept you, they hate you, and if you kill them, it's just for the mission. They are not real beings, you don't have to worry too much about them. Never mind, you can realize the discomfort in your heart, that's enough."
Nie Jia laughed, "I see."
This night was King Qi's nightmare. Both the crown prince and the general of Zhen Guo died in battle, and the whole country was terrified. Although the tyrant of Yan Kingdom was young, he never thought that he would be a clumsy one, he would become a blockbuster if he didn't make a sound, first he killed the crown prince and then Zhao Wushang, and slaughtered the city with his army, he really lived up to his name as a tyrant.
The state of Qi was in turmoil due to the loss of Lutai. The king of Qi was very angry and furious in the court hall. He sent troops to guard the Baiya Valley behind Lutai and took back Lutai.
In the Battle of Lutai, the name of the tyrant of the Yan Kingdom completely attracted the attention of the other three kingdoms. At this time, Nanyi had already been captured by Shi Chen and surrendered to the Yan Kingdom. If this tyrant swallowed Qi again, wouldn’t he be ordering the Five Kingdoms
The capture of a mere Lutai made the monarchs of all countries feel uneasy. It was because this battle was so shocking and frightening. The Yan army's combat power was so terrifying, and the cruel behavior of the tyrant was horrifying.
The news, which Nie Jia wanted to block, could not be blocked, and it spread to Zhuolu City within a few days. After such a long time, the people of Zhuolu thought that the tyrant had already died at the border, but unexpectedly captured Lutai! But at this time... Zhuolu is waiting for His Royal Highness Prince Jing to return and ascend the throne...
Sikong Han threw the table angrily, causing the pretty woman next to him to scream.
"What happened on the front line? It made you so angry." The woman asked softly.
Sikong Han took a breath before saying: "It's nothing, I'm afraid King Jing won't be able to come back."
"He has always doted on King Jing, will he attack his own brother?" The woman stared in surprise.
"Who knows." Sikong Han stood up, and said coldly, "I'll go and discuss with your father, don't wait for me at night, go to bed first."
No one expected that the tyrant would be able to capture Lutai. This news was undoubtedly bad news for Sikong Han and Duke Qing. They thought too simply, they thought Zhao Wushang could kill him in the northwest, but they didn't expect...
In this way, it would be better to win Triumph City earlier!