Poisonous Pet World: The War King's Heart-stealing Medical Concubine

Jun Feimo was wearing armor, holding a long sword, and riding a neighing warhorse. Behind him followed a group of elite soldiers. These soldiers were all energetic and heroic. They marched in neat and powerful steps and continued to advance westward.

I saw that huge army rolling forward like a surging tide, and the earth was shaking slightly under their feet.

Military flags fluttered, swords and spears stood in rows, flashing a chilling light. As the army marched, the dust raised covered the sky, and from a distance, it seemed as if the entire sky was dyed khaki.

Not far ahead is the Xiliang Yuzhou City.

This once prosperous and bustling city now looked particularly deserted and desolate. On the city wall, there were a few soldiers guarding the city, their faces were haggard, and their eyes revealed despair and fear. The originally strong and towering city wall now seemed to be shaky.

It turned out that the people of Yuzhou City had already learned the bad news - their proud Xiliang general Han Lu had died in the battlefield, and the soldiers under his command either surrendered or died in battle, and the situation was irreversible.

This news spread through the city at an alarming speed like a terrible plague. The soldiers' fighting spirit collapsed in an instant, and the only remaining hope in their hearts was shattered.

At this moment, Jun Feimo's army finally arrived at the city of Yuzhou.

Faced with this undefended city, they encountered almost no effective resistance.

Soon, the city gate was breached, and Jun Feimo rushed into the city first.

After entering the city, Jun Feimo waved the sword in his hand, rushing left and right, as if he was in an empty space.

Soon, he arrived in front of the Yuzhou City garrison commander. Seeing that the situation was not good, the garrison commander turned around and tried to escape, but Jun Feimo was agile and stabbed him with a spear, knocking him off his horse.

Afterwards, Jun Feimo pulled the reins and shouted loudly: "Those who surrender will not be killed, and those who resist stubbornly will be killed without mercy!" His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing over the entire Yuzhou city.

The soldiers defending the city looked at each other, despair and fear revealed in their eyes.

After a fierce inner struggle, one after another slowly put down the weapons in their hands and chose to surrender to Jun Feimo's army.

Jun Feimo rode a tall and mighty warhorse, his posture as straight as a pine tree. He glanced coldly at the surrendering soldiers, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After a short rest in Yuzhou City, Jun Feimo did not stay for too long, but decisively gave orders and led the high-spirited army to continue advancing westward.

His goal was clear and firm - he vowed to incorporate the vast territory of Xiliang into his own territory.

As the army advanced, the people in the areas it passed through fell into panic and chaos.

Some people hurriedly packed their bags and fled their homes with their families; others chose to surrender reluctantly in the hope of saving their lives.

However, facing Jun Feimo's unstoppable force, Xiliang's defense line was easily torn apart like fragile paper and gradually collapsed.

Time flies, and more than three months passed in a flash.

For ordinary people, this may be just a tiny wisp of smoke in the long years of life, which will soon disappear into the depths of memory.

But for Jun Feimo and his soldiers, these days were nothing short of a thrilling battle of life and death. Every charge, every drop of sweat, every drop of blood, was a magnificent chapter they wrote with their lives.

After countless arduous battles, Jun Feimo's army finally arrived outside the city of Xiliang Imperial Capital.

This magnificent city was once the symbol of the highest power in Xiliang, but now it seems to be crumbling under the baptism of war, like a weak candle in a storm that may go out at any time.

Jun Feimo pulled the reins and stopped at the foot of the city.

He raised his head, staring calmly at the towering city walls and the tightly closed heavy city gates, without any emotion in his heart. Because he knew very well that this seemingly indestructible city in front of him could no longer stop his progress, and would sooner or later become his possession.

The siege began, the shouts were deafening, and arrows fell like rain.

However, Jun Feimo was not afraid, he calmly commanded his soldiers to launch round after round of fierce attacks. With his extraordinary wisdom and courage to lead by example, he led his soldiers to fight bravely and break through numerous obstacles.

Finally, after several days of sleepless fighting, the city defenses were finally breached, and Jun Feimo's flag fluttered over the sky above the Xiliang Imperial Capital.

Inside the city, shouts of killing resounded through the sky, and cries of grief rose and fell. The two intertwined like a tragic symphony, together sketching out a thrilling and tragic picture.

Jun Feimo was seen wearing heavy armor, holding a long sword that was flashing with cold light, and moving through the bloody battlefield like a ghost.

He had a sturdy figure and flexible steps. Every time he swung the sword in his hand, it brought up a sharp sword energy. Wherever he went, the enemies fell to the ground one after another, and no one could stop his edge.

In this chaotic and brutal battle, Jun Feimo went through untold hardships and finally found the once invincible Third Prince of Xiliang. At this time, the Third Prince had already lost his former majesty and pride, and became a miserable prisoner.

He stared with eyes wide open, his face full of horror, and his eyes revealed endless despair, as if he had seen his own tragic end. However, facing such a pitiful opponent, Jun Feimo did not feel the slightest pity in his heart.

Because he deeply understood the simple but crucial truth that "if you don't remove the roots of the grass, it will grow again in the spring breeze."

Without any hesitation, Jun Feimo swung his arm and slashed down with the sword in his hand.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the noble head of the third prince was instantly separated from his body and rolled to the side.

Scarlet blood gushed out from the broken neck, splashing onto the ground, quickly dyeing a large area of ​​the surrounding land red, forming a shocking pool of blood. Then, Jun Feimo gave an order expressionlessly: "Kill all members of the royal family without sparing a single one!"

As this cold-blooded order was issued, the soldiers attacked the Xiliang Palace like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey and launched a brutal massacre against the Xiliang royal family.

For a moment, swords and sabers flashed and screams were heard everywhere, and the entire Xiliang Emperor was shrouded in a thick shadow of death.

After this extremely brutal purge, the air was filled with a disgusting, heavy smell of blood that lingered for a long time.

But even so, Jun Feimo's heart was still as calm as water, without any guilt at all.