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Prince Hui's Palace.

Inside the meeting room, the atmosphere was so heavy that water could almost drip out.

Li Yanche took off his bloodstained silver armor, revealing the wet lining underneath. The blood stains on his face had not yet been wiped off, making his phoenix eyes look even deeper.

He casually placed the sword on the table, and the sword blade scraped across the table, making a harsh sound.

"How is the East Gate?" Li Yanche asked, his voice hoarse after the fierce battle.

"Reporting to the prince, the East Gate has been temporarily defended, but there have been heavy casualties. Deputy Commander Zhao is currently organizing people to repair the city wall." The messenger lowered his head and reported.

Li Yanche's eyes darkened: "Is there any news from Qian Bin?"

Zhan Qingyue took a step forward, his face solemn: "Since we set out last night, there has been no news, I'm afraid..."

He didn't say the rest, but everyone understood what he meant.

Raiding the enemy camp at night is dangerous, and Qian Bin was leading an isolated force. If he had failed, his entire army would probably have been wiped out.

Li Yanche closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were cold and cold: "Incorporate all the militiamen into the guard army, and let Xie Yu command them."

Xie Yu is the commander of the third army in the guard army. Although he is not as experienced as Zhao Meng, he is calm and reliable.

Li Yanche originally did not plan to recruit militiamen. After all, they were untrained and would be committing suicide if they faced the regular army.

But now we are short of troops, so we have no choice but to do so.

"Also, distribute all the iron tools in the warehouse. Whether it's a hoe, a sickle, or a kitchen knife or scissors, use all of them that can hurt people." Li Yanche's tone was cold and hard, without a trace of emotion.

Zhan Qingyue responded: "I will do it right away."

"As for Qian Bin, don't worry about him for now." Li Yanche was too lazy to think about his life or death.

Although Qian Bin was a man of strategy, he was too eager for quick success. This night attack was inherently risky, and if he insisted on going, success or failure would be up to him.

If it weren't for Zhan Qingyue's recommendation, Li Yanche would never have used this person.

He still has too few people who can be used.

Li Yanche's brows were gloomy, and he glanced at everyone in the hall: "Who else has any objections?"

No one answered.

The situation is desperate now, and the only option is to fight to the death.

Bieyuan.

After returning from the city gate, Song Yan slumped down in a chair, supporting her forehead with her hands and dozing off with her eyes closed.

Even with my eyes closed, the tragic scenes on the city wall kept flashing before my eyes.

Broken limbs, blood, and the wailing of the dying...

It all made his stomach churn.

Song Yan covered her stomach with one hand and supported the edge of the table with the other, and just fell asleep.

Suddenly, a crisp "clang" sound woke him up.

Song Yan stood up suddenly: "What's that sound?"

An Qi walked in quickly from outside the door: "Brother Song, it's okay, the wind blew down the shovel in the yard."

Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, a layer of cold sweat already breaking out on his forehead.

He wiped his face and smiled bitterly, making him feel a little nervous.

If this continues, we will collapse before the enemy arrives again.

No.

He had to pull himself together.

"Go to Prince Hui's Palace!"

At this time, Prince Hui's palace was still in intense discussion.

Except for Zhao Meng and others who were guarding the city gate and had not returned, the staff in the palace and the remaining generals all sat around the table, arguing fiercely.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, we should concentrate our forces to defend the East Gate!" a general said loudly, "The East Gate is the enemy's main attack direction. Once the East Gate is breached, the county will be in danger!"

"That's wrong." Another staff member frowned and retorted, "That being said, the West Gate was also severely damaged last night. If the enemy turns to attack the West Gate, won't we be caught off guard?"

"Your Highness, I think that since we don't have enough troops right now, we should abandon the periphery and concentrate our forces on guarding the inner city!" someone else suggested.

Song Yan listened for a while, his brows furrowed more and more. The suggestions made by these people were just scratching the surface and did not grasp the key point at all.

The most important thing right now is not which gate to assign troops to guard, but how to use specific measures to delay time and wait for reinforcements.

Li Yanche's face was obviously irritable, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the table. It was obvious that he was not very satisfied with these suggestions.

He raised his eyes and scanned the crowd: "There's no need to fight."

"Pass the order down. Collect all the tung oil, liquor, quilts and firewood in the city, and send them to the top of the city." Li Yanche's voice was cold and full of unquestionable majesty.

"Let the militia pile up soil on the inside of the city wall to reinforce it. Make sure the wall can hold out for another two days."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they reacted.

Strong liquor and tung oil can help combustion, quilts and straw mats soaked in oil can become powerful weapons for fire attack, and piling up earth to reinforce the walls can slow down the collapse of the city walls.

This is a preparation for a life-and-death fight.

As long as we can hold on for two more days, reinforcements from Guang'an Prefecture will arrive.

Even if Guang'an Prefecture stands idly by, the 5,000 guards led by Commander Luo will definitely come back to provide support.

At this moment, Song Yan's eyelids twitched heavily, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

Can reinforcements really arrive in two days?

It was a dark and windy night, and Jianping Prefecture was facing its most brutal battle.

Upon learning that the Qi prince's army was besieging Yunshan County, the Fu prince also became ruthless and personally supervised the siege regardless of casualties.

The shouts of killing, the clanging of metal, and the rumble of collapsing city walls intertwined together, making people's eardrums hurt.

The Fu Wang army climbed the ladders frantically, one after another, as if they didn't know what death was.

No one actually wondered why the resistance of the Jianping Prefecture defenders was so weak tonight.

It was not until the first group of Prince Fu's soldiers rushed to the top of the city wall that they discovered that the defenders on the city wall had long been replaced by scarecrows, and only a few soldiers were pretending to resist.

"We've fallen into a trap!" The vanguard general's face changed drastically and he quickly blew the whistle.

But it was too late.

Suddenly, countless torches lit up under the city, illuminating the darkness as bright as day.

Shu Changyu, dressed in black, stood in the firelight, with his sword unsheathed, gleaming with a cold light.

"Fire arrows!"

With his order, thousands of arrows were fired at the top of the city like a rainstorm.

Those soldiers of Prince Fu who had just climbed up the city wall suddenly became sitting ducks and fell down the city wall with screams.

At the same time, the city gates were opened wide, and the cavalry that had been ambushed in the city poured out like a tide and attacked Prince Fu's central army.

Shu Changyu took the lead, and wherever his sword passed, the enemy soldiers fell down like wheat being cut.

Jiaojiao followed closely behind, her dagger flying, each strike was accurate and deadly.

An Jiu protected her at her side, his two swords swift as lightning, killing all the enemy soldiers who tried to approach.

Prince Fu's army was caught off guard and their formation was in chaos.

"Protect the prince!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The personal guards escorted Prince Fu and Queen Cang to retreat, but were blocked by Shu Changyu and his men.

"kill!"

As soon as Shu Changyu finished speaking, An Yi shot out like an arrow, slashing at Prince Fu's personal guards with the long sword in his hand.

Prince Fu was horrified and turned his horse around in a hurry, but Shu Changyu cut off the horse's legs with a sword, and he fell to the ground in a panic.

The sword shone coldly, reflecting Prince Fu’s face which was distorted with fear.

Shu Changyu turned his wrist and the sword accurately pierced Prince Fu's heart.

No procrastination, no hesitation.

Prince Fu opened his eyes wide and his throat made a hoarse sound, as if there was blood foam blocking his throat.

Until his death, he could not believe that he would die here so easily.

Shu Changyu drew his sword, blood splattered on his black armor, but he didn't even frown.

As soon as Prince Fu died, the rebels were leaderless and their army was defeated.

The defenders of Jianping Prefecture pursued the enemy and killed the rebels, forcing them to abandon their weapons and flee in all directions.

In this battle, more than half of Prince Fu's 80,000 troops were killed, and the rest surrendered.

Shu Changyu raised his head and looked towards the direction of Yunshan County, with a cold light in his eyes.

He retracted his gaze, wiped the blood off the sword, and said in a cold voice: "Leave a team to clean up the battlefield and recruit the surrendered soldiers, and the rest will follow me back to Yunshan County."