Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

At the east gate of the city, when Ji Yingjie's sword chopped into the iron-clad wooden door, several sparks flew out of the sword edge.

Behind him, 20,000 Jin troops were crowded on the seven-mile-long street. The shield bearers in the front row were burned by the golden juice poured down from the top of the city wall, and their skin and flesh were curled up. The smell of burning mixed with the smell of blood fermented in the narrow streets.

“Break them out of my way!” Before the emperor had even finished his roar, three heavy battering rams covered with wet cowhide had already rolled over the corpses on the ground.

Fifty shirtless strongmen pushed the iron-clad cart head towards the city gate, but it suddenly collapsed ten feet away from the gate.

The Chu army had hollowed out the stone slabs last night and replaced the entire road with loose soil soaked in kerosene. Burning arrows shot down from the battlements, and the fire dragon instantly devoured the battering ram and the strongman, whose charred arms were still waving in vain in the flames.

Zhao Yu stood in the dark on the city wall with a sullen face, his black armor stained with Cui Haoying's blood.

He waved the command flag in his hand lightly, and twenty crossbows were suddenly pushed out from the enemy towers on both sides of the city. The crossbow arrows, as thick as a baby's arm, pierced through the heavy shields of the Jin army and nailed three rows of soldiers to the blue brick wall like candied haws.

Even more deadly were the crossbows hidden in the alleys between the city walls. Every time a volley was fired, hundreds of iron arrows would splash down. The sound of arrows hitting the iron armor was like a rainstorm hitting a copper basin.

Ji Yingjie's horse was shot through the eye socket by a stray arrow. When he rolled to the ground, the Seven Star Sword cut off the ankles of two Chu soldiers.

The emperor's crown was long gone, and his messy black hair mixed with blood was stuck to his face.

He jumped onto the base of the city wall by following the slope made of piled corpses. He stabbed his sword into the cracks between the bricks to gain leverage for climbing, and he actually reached the edge of the parapet.

"Release the rolling log!" The Chu army captain's fierce smile was close at hand.

The iron-clad logs rolled down the horse path with a loud bang, smashing hundreds of Jin soldiers who were climbing the city wall into meat paste.

As Ji Yingjie fell rapidly, he grabbed the hanging rope ladder, but saw golden liquid pouring down like a waterfall above his head, and the white bones of his left hand were suddenly exposed.

In great pain, he fell into the pile of corpses, falling on top of the dying Taifu.

The Grand Tutor had a half-broken halberd stuck in his chest, and in his hand he was still tightly holding the blood-stained defense map: "This old minister... misjudged the city wall of Chunming Gate..."

Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, soaking his gray beard, "East City granary...underground sewer..."

Before he could finish his words, a stray arrow hit his throat.

"Master!" Ji Yingjie swung his sword to cut off the arrow shaft, but saw that the old man's pupils had already dilated.

He suddenly went crazy and roared at Zhao Yu who was supervising the battle not far away: "I am the Son of Heaven! How dare you rebels do this!"

"Come on, attack, attack again!"

The remaining 13,000 Jin troops spontaneously formed a tortoise shell formation, with spears extending from the gaps between their shields, and they slowly moved forward like a giant beast covered in spikes.

Zhao Yu sneered and waved his hand. Hundreds of iron chains suddenly dropped from the top of the city wall, and the iron claws tied at the end hooked the edge of the shield formation.

With the sound of the capstan turning, the entire shield wall was torn apart, revealing the terrified soldiers inside.

"Whoever takes Zhao Yu's head will be granted the title of marquis!" Ji Yingjie roared as he stood on top of the pile of corpses, his broken left hand tied to the hilt of the sword with his belt.

Three hundred death warriors wrapped themselves in water-soaked quilts and rushed towards the city gate under the flaming arrows. The men in the front row suddenly ripped open their clothes.

They actually tied sulfur all over their chests!

The successive flames weakened the Chu army's offensive a lot, and the surviving soldiers in the smoke and dust used their bodies to hold up the falling gates.

"God bless Dajin!"

Ji Yingjie stepped on the twitching human body and rushed through the gap in the gate, and knocked down two Chu army swordsmen with the Seven Star Sword.

Behind him, the Jin army rushed towards the gap like a tide, but he heard the clicking sound of mechanisms operating above his head.

Hidden in the ruins of the collapsed city wall were three unused iron hedgehog cars!

The barbed iron ball rolled down the slope into the crowd, turning bones and flesh into mud wherever it passed.

When the morning sun rose high in the sky, a seven-layer wall of corpses had been piled up in front of Chunming Gate.

At the top was a young imperial guard of about 127 years old. He maintained the lifting posture until his death, with the fragments of the broken weapon still clenched in his palm.

Ji Yingjie leaned against the broken city gate pillar, his right leg crushed into a pulp by the caltrop cart.

He looked at the official road outside the city that opened up ten feet away and reached out to grab the emperor's crown that had rolled to the ground.

A feathered arrow flew through the air and nailed the crown into a pool of blood.

Zhao Yu's white horse slowly approached, stepping on the blood puddle, and the tip of the black iron spear lifted Ji Yingjie's chin:

"Ji Yingjie, did you know that when Yang Xingye surrendered the city, he specifically asked to keep the East Gate?"

He suddenly lowered his voice: "He said this would be more convenient for you..."

The last cold light of the Seven Star Sword swept across the horse's belly, but fell to the ground before touching the iron armor.

Zhao Yu sneered at Ji Yingjie who wanted to commit suicide: "Is it so easy to die?"

"Your life and death is decided by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Someone, ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to come here immediately."

When Ji Yingjie heard that Chu Ning was going to come over, he immediately became furious, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Zhao Yu:

"Kill me if you want, why humiliate me!"

"Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. Since I have lost, there is absolutely no reason for me to be humiliated."

After saying that, Ji Yingjie actually ran straight towards the spear in Zhao Yu's hand.

But Zhao Yu snorted coldly: "Take him down!"

The soldiers immediately tied Ji Yingjie up, and even though he continued to scream, he was still unable to break free from the restraints.

At this time, Chu Ning rode his horse and came from a distance with Yang Xingye and Jia Yu.

"Traitor, you traitor!"

Enemies are extremely jealous when they meet!

Ji Yingjie roared at Yang Xingye: "Why did you betray me? Why did you betray me!"

"I have treated you well. Not only have I promoted you, I have even treated you with great importance. Why did you betray me?"

Ji Yingjie said this in a rage while struggling to rush over.

But Yang Xingye just stared at Ji Yingjie coldly, and said with disdain: "How did you get the throne? You know better than anyone else!"

"If the emperor of our Jin State was the eldest prince, Jin and Chu would not have reached the point where they are today."

"Look at the current Great Zhou and Chu, and then look at our dynasty and Chu. All of this is what you did early on!"

Yang Xingye became more and more angry as he spoke. He could not help but dismount and walked up to Ji Yingjie. He grabbed his collar and angrily said:

"It was you who killed the eldest prince, it was you who killed the late emperor, it was you who ascended the throne by improper means!"

"If it weren't for you, our dynasty would never be like this now."

"All this is caused by you!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yingjie suddenly laughed crazily: "Hahahaha, I accept everything you said!"

"But if you open the city gate and let the Chu army in, you will be a traitor and your name will be recorded in history books forever, hahahaha!"

"is it?"

Yang Xingye snorted coldly: "It was indeed me who opened the city gate, but His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Chu promised me that he would not attack the civilians after entering the city!"

"And you, who came to power illegitimately and are the king of a fallen country, will be recorded in history books forever and become the shame of our Jin State!"

As soon as these words came out, Ji Yingjie's laughter stopped abruptly.

It's like someone grabbed me by the throat!

Faced with Yang Xingye's accusations, he was unable to refute!