The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

A deafening sound of horse hooves gradually approached the inland city of Nanmeng, and the bright red flags fluttered in the wind under the scorching sun.

The silver-white armor of countless soldiers flashed with golden light, and the horses' hooves raised a cloud of yellow sand and rolling dust.

There was no sound of swords clashing, and the city gates were opened wide, allowing them to enter the city without any hindrance.

The distinguished man in the lead had a calm expression as he stood on horseback, his flawless face looking like that of a god.

He is the new emperor of Beiliang Kingdom. He is swift and decisive, making people tremble with fear.

The city gates were wide open, but there was no one in Jiangning City, which made Xie Lin raise his eyebrows slightly.

In the silence, sharp arrows suddenly shot out from the sky. Thousands of arrows were fired from the high city walls, whistling past the ears. In an instant, the silent battlefield was filled with sword shadows and blood.

"Fight the Beiliang people with all your strength and never let them set foot in Jiangning!"

Countless Nanmeng soldiers suddenly appeared on the city wall, and the leader shouted loudly that the city was full of their wives, children and relatives, and they would never let the Beiliang people in even a single step.

Arrows rained down like a torrential rain, and the soldiers in Nanmeng's ambush rushed out. On the tragic battlefield, heads flew everywhere and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

For a moment, the gate of Jiangning City was like hell. The soldiers on both sides had their own beliefs and were not afraid to sacrifice their lives for their country.

The battlefield was filled with the smell of blood, the wounds on the flesh were increasing, and the number of corpses lying on the ground was also increasing dramatically.

Broken limbs and bodies, blood flowing everywhere, this is the cruelty of war.

A black silhouette stood under the thick smoke and fire. The young man on the horse was wearing a silver helmet and armor, with his long hair tied high behind his head. He jumped down, passed through the layers of shields of the Nanmeng soldiers, and approached the city wall.

The soldiers were startled by this sudden change, but they were all entangled by the Beiliang soldiers. Only a few dozen people were able to take the time to shoot arrows at the young man in the air.

The young man nimbly and easily dodged the sharp arrows in the air and stood steadily on the city wall. He looked back at the heroic young emperor on horseback, and Xie Lin nodded slightly at him.

The facial features are still the same, but the former carefree and unrestrained is gone. The vicissitudes of the long battle have made the boy more mature.

The dissolute young master of Duke Yan's Mansion had already died on the day when the Duke's Mansion was exterminated. Now standing on the wall of Nanmeng City is the newly emerged talented general of Beiliang Kingdom - Yan Cheng'an.

Under the scorching sun, the young man raised the silver sword, and it seemed that no one noticed his movement.

He raised his sword and it landed directly on the neck of Jiangning City General Yuanyang. There was no emotion on his handsome face, only the sword was shaking constantly, as if venting his inner emotions.

"You... are the descendant of General Yan." Yuan Yang was startled when he saw the familiar face under the armor.

Hadn't the entire family of Duke Yan been massacred a long time ago? Why would Yan Cheng'an be in the Beiliang army?

"Surrender, and the Beiliang soldiers will not harm any of the people of Nanmeng." Yan Cheng'an suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yan Chengan also felt bad for attacking Nan Meng. But he had no choice, he really had no choice.

He has already lost the entire Duke's Mansion. In order to protect his elder sister and her... he has to take this path. Otherwise, the day when Beiliang attacks Bianjing will be the day when Mengxuan and Xueji will be unified.

"You are the descendant of a general, why did you betray your country and join the enemy?" Yuan Yang stared at Yan Cheng'an, his eyes tinged with scarlet.

The people in their army have always admired only the lineage of Duke Yan. Since Yan Cheng'an is still alive, why doesn't he stand on the same front with them and protect the stability of the country?

Yan Chengan was silent for a long time before he said softly, "Working for someone like Meng Ziyan would be a betrayal of the brave and loyal souls who passed away in the Duke of Yan's Mansion."

If Duke Yan is a traitor, then there will be no loyal ministers left in Nanmeng. The people in their military camp did not believe what happened back then, and now hearing Yan Chengan say this, it has become more certain of what he thought.

Yuanyang's body stiffened for a moment, then he looked up at the sky, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"We surrender."

As Yuan Yang's words spread to every inch of the battlefield, the soldiers on both sides were slightly stunned and immediately stopped fighting.

Yan Cheng'an did not let go of the hilt of the sword on his neck. He escorted him down to the city gate and stood in front of Xie Lin.

"I will not harm any civilians." Xie Lin spoke slowly. He knew Yan Chengan's identity from the beginning. This was what he had promised Yan Chengan.

Yuan Yang knelt down in front of Xie Lin and expressed that Jiangning City was willing to surrender unconditionally and be under the command of Beiliang.

The soldiers of both sides stopped their actions, and the Beiliang side seemed particularly calm. However, Nan Meng felt somewhat humiliated and remained silent.

No matter what, this situation is the best option for them now. They can save their relatives in the city and no longer have to risk their lives in battle.

When the two sides were shaking hands and making peace, a Nanmeng soldier suddenly rushed out from behind Yuanyang. His eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't seem to care whether he would die or not.

He held the sword tightly in his hand and rushed straight towards Xie Lin.

"Yuanhao, don't." Yuanyang recognized this man. He was the one who had fought side by side with him on the battlefield and was also his younger brother.

Because he was escorted here with him just now, Yuan Hao was very close to where Xie Lin was at this moment.

"Brother, you have forgotten the hatred, but I can't." Hearing Yuanyang's shout, Yuanhao did not turn back, and his light words entered Yuanyang's ears.

From the moment they entered the battlefield, their goal was to avenge their dead relatives.

Their home was at the border and was attacked by Beiliang soldiers, and the whole family was killed. With such a mood, how could Yuanhao be willing to surrender so easily?

Therefore, as long as Xie Lin died, Beiliang's attack on Nanmeng would also end. Even if he would sacrifice his life, he was unwilling to live like this.

Yuan Hao rushed towards Xie Lin without any hesitation. Xie Lin sat on the horse and looked down at him. His arrogant eyes seemed to have no focus and revealed a cold breath.

The next second, no one could see what happened.

A sword pierced straight into Yuan Hao's abdomen, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He and Xie Lin only had one encounter, and it took his life directly.

The sword in Yuanhao's body was pulled out by Xie Lin, and he fell straight to the ground with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

Yan Cheng'an stood behind them, and the sword in his hand silently placed on Yuanyang's neck again.

Soldiers from both sides were on high alert, holding their swords tightly. The atmosphere was tense, as if a fierce battle would break out at the first command.

"Your Majesty, Jiangning City sincerely wants to surrender. What he does alone does not represent the entire Jiangning."

Yuan Yang tried his best to conceal his emotions. Like Yuan Hao, he had a blood feud with Beiliang.

But in the current situation, Nan Meng is no match for Bei Liang.

He couldn't let countless Jiangning people suffer because of his own emotions. He also didn't want to let the soldiers who had always followed him take risks and lose their lives because of him.

Yuan Yang's back was elongated under the scorching sun, and his clenched fists were still trembling slightly. Xie Lin just looked down at him without saying a word.

The pressure from the new Beiliang emperor was so strong that Yuanyang broke out in a sweat.

After a long time, Xie Lin turned around.

Understanding Xie Lin's meaning, Yan Cheng'an put down the sword on Yuan Yang's neck. Yuan Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want the entire Jiangning City to be in dire straits because of the two brothers.

Xie Lin's expression showed that he agreed to Jiang Ning's surrender.