After being forced to marry a tyrant: I overturned the original plot

"General Wang, the hero is old."

Jiang Changting couldn't help laughing when he saw Wang Zhenxiong, who was panting and exhausted while holding the sword.

"Why don't you submit to me? You are a hero. I respect you and will not treat you unfairly."

Wang Zhenxiong spit.

"Shameless wretch! You're just trying to wear down my strength by fighting me in a round-robin battle! You're such a coward that you don't even dare to challenge me one-on-one. Bah! How dare you, a jerk like you, covet the throne?"

Yes, Jiang Changting is indeed a hypocrite. He can't even be called a traitor.

First, he used the common people as bait to lure Wang Zhenxiong down from the city wall to fight, and then he sent young and strong lieutenant generals to fight in the battle.

Only when Wang Zhenxiong was exhausted did he dismount, take his spear, and prepare to go into battle.

"A man who is narrow-minded is not a gentleman, and a man who is not vicious is not a man. Future generations will only praise the winners, and the losers are losers. How can there be any right and wrong, merits and demerits, or empty reputations for justice?"

Jiang Changting enjoyed watching the miserable appearance of a generation of heroes in front of him.

He took a step forward.

The sharp tip of the gun was pointed at Wang Zhenxiong, and he continued to persuade him to surrender in a condescending manner.

"General Wang, I will give you one more chance. Submit to me, or go to see the King of Hell now."

Wang Zhenxiong laughed heartily when he heard this.

"Hahahaha - bah! Don't even think about it! I'd rather die than surrender!"

"Okay, okay! I respect you as a tough guy, so I'll let you die quickly!"

Hearing this, Jiang Changting became furious, with murderous intent in his eyes. Since this old man didn't want to surrender, he could only kill him immediately.

To serve as a warning to others.

After he kills Wang Zhenxiong, who in the capital will have the courage to resist his army?

"General! General!"

I heard the young general's cry on the city wall.

Jiang Changting deliberately stopped the gun before it pierced Wang Zhenxiong's forehead.

He looked up, leaning half of his body out from the city wall, and shouted to the extremely anxious soldiers guarding the city -

"Open the city gates, and your General Wang and these innocent people will live. Otherwise, they will all die before your eyes, sacrificing their lives in vain for your stubbornness!"

After hearing this, Wang Zhenxiong reached out and grasped Jiang Changting's spear and rushed forward.

At the same time, he shouted at the top of his lungs to the soldiers watching from the city wall behind him.

"Soldiers, defend the city gates to the death. Even if we all die, we must never open the city gates and surrender to the rebels!"

"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"

Jiang Changting was startled by Wang Zhenxiong's sudden resistance and was almost knocked down. Seeing that the other party was resisting stubbornly, he immediately became angry.

He pushed the ground hard with his foot to stabilize his center of gravity, then swung the gun forward with force. The gun body was worn out and Wang Zhenxiong's palm was bloody.

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down Wang Zhenxiong's forehead. He clenched his cheeks, held Jiang Changting's gun, and moved closer.

The spear pierced through his shoulder blade, but Wang Zhenxiong didn't even blink as he thrust his sword forward with all his might.

Jiang Changting subconsciously dodged backwards, but was unable to avoid it because Wang Zhenxiong had a hold of his gun.

Jiang Changting was stabbed in the chest with a sword. Without thinking, he let go of the spear and then covered the wound and quickly retreated.

Looking at the wound on his chest, and then at Wang Zhenxiong who had cut off the spear in front of him, the cruelty in Jiang Changting's eyes was as real as substance.

"Draw him into five pieces!"

Wang Zhenxiong fought with his sword against the rebels who were besieging him.

On the city wall, the young general's eyes were red.

"General..."

"Drive! Drive!"

At the same time, Wang Yuying was riding her horse at full speed on the main streets of the capital.

The cold wind made her nose and ears red, but she ran faster and faster.

"Get out of the way!"

There are no civilians in the capital city making a living now, and the only people left are patrol soldiers who cannot distinguish between friend and foe.

She waved her whip and whipped away the assassins who were trying to plot against her.

Then she skillfully jumped up and flew over a cart, then landed on the ground and continued to drive the horse at a gallop.

——Father, wait for me.

Wang Yuying rushed to the city gate, where countless people had died.

There were soldiers who swore to defend the city to the death, and there were also traitors in the court and Jiang's subordinates who wanted to open the city gates to welcome the rebels in.

The corpses were piled there like a small hill, and the ground was covered with pools of blood, which, because of the cold weather, froze into scarlet frost.

"Who is coming!"

Just as Wang Zhenxiong's deputy general was about to stop the man, he saw a heroic young man rushing towards him alone. When he got closer, he hurriedly retracted his sword.

"Miss!"

The deputy general recognized Wang Yuying.

After the surprise, there was fear.

"Miss, it's too dangerous here, please go back quickly!"

Now the eldest lady is the queen of the palace, and she is also a confidant of the daughter of the rebel leader. There are assassins searching for the eldest lady all the time.

The deputy general hurriedly persuaded Wang Yuying to leave.

But Wang Yuying just dismounted and hurried toward the city wall.

"Where's my dad?"

"General, he..."

There were frostbite and blood on the deputy general's face. Everyone was exhausted from dealing with the traitors who attacked from time to time, but they still held on.

Hearing the deputy general's hesitant voice, Wang Yuying bit her lip and went straight up.

Holding the sword, he quickly climbed to the top of the city wall.

When he saw Wang Zhenxiong surrounded and covered in wounds below, his eyes became moist.

Wang Yuying clenched her fists and pressed them tightly against the cold wall.

"Old thief Jiang!"

She spoke loudly to Jiang Changting, who was sitting below and watching Wang Zhenxiong's dying resistance as a lone wolf, her voice filled with endless hatred and coldness.

Jiang Changting half-closed his eyes and looked up.

"If you kill my father, as his daughter, I will never open the city gates for the murderer of my husband! I will lead the soldiers to guard the city gates until you die!

If you kill him, your subordinates will only see your cruelty and dishonesty! Who would follow a master who is untrustworthy and has no loyalty?

If my father died in your hands, the entire capital would be enraged by your hatred, so you'd better think it through!"

When Wang Zhenxiong heard his daughter's voice, he paused and was then stabbed in the back.

He staggered, but even though his body was covered with wounds and the ground was covered with blood, he did not fall down.

Even the rebel soldiers who had originally besieged him felt a little...unbearable.

Jiang Changting saw that some of them were obviously hesitant, and then looked at Wang Yuying on the top of the city wall.

He immediately bit his teeth.

"Don't try to deceive me, you little brat! If you don't open the city gate, your father will die in front of you, and you will be unfilial! Princess Yu, open the city gate. You will be in danger of losing your life if you follow the tyrant. Why don't you surrender to my Nanmo army..."

Wang Yuying sniffed and tried hard to hold back her tears when she saw her father about to collapse.

"The people of Chen will never surrender to the rebels! Disloyal, unrighteous, and unjust people have no face to talk about filial piety!"

"Good, good daughter!" Wang Zhenxiong looked up and laughed heartily twice.

"I have not taught you in vain. With a child like you who understands the greater good, I have nothing to fear from death!"

"kill him!"

Jiang Changting urged them, and when he saw the soldiers hesitated, he scolded them.

"I order you to kill him, can't you hear me?!"

Wang Yuying closed her eyes, her lower lip was bleeding from her bitten lips.

"Miss, the general will die... Otherwise..."

"It can't be opened." Wang Yuying's voice was choked with sobs, but she said firmly, "No one can open the city gate to the rebels!"

Below, Wang Zhenxiong really couldn't hold on any longer. He held his sword, still refusing to fall in front of the rebels.

He grinned and blood flowed from his lips.

Wait for death to come.

A soldier endured it, closed his eyes, and thrust the knife in his hand forward...

With a "swoosh", an arrow shot from a distance like a cloud chasing the sun.

Then, everyone heard the sound of iron hooves trampling mountains and rivers.

"Jiang Changting, are you qualified to usurp the throne?"