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

As midnight approached, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and it was pitch black outside Jizhou City.

Chu Ning reined in his warhorse and reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on his secret guard uniform.

This set of clothes was stripped off from the secret guards killed in the valley, and still had a faint smell of blood.

"Your Majesty, is this really feasible?"

Zhao Yu asked in a low voice, his fingers stroking the sword at his waist nervously.

Behind them, four carefully selected white horse cavalrymen also changed into secret guard uniforms, but their expressions were obviously much more nervous.

Chu Ning did not answer immediately, but grabbed a handful of dirt and smeared it on his and Zhao Yu's faces.

"of course can!"

He said in a cold voice: "No one dares to offend the Han secret guards."

"remember!"

Chu Ning glanced at everyone and said in a voice as cold as ice: "After entering the city, Zhao Yu and I will be responsible for controlling the city gates, and the four of you will create chaos."

"If anyone asks about Mo Wushang, just say he died in battle while covering our breakout."

Everyone nodded in unison, with a gleam of determination in their eyes.

"Let's go." Chu Ning kicked his horse's belly, and the six riders galloped towards Jizhou City.

They deliberately made their horses stumble and cry out in panic from time to time.

"Stop! If you move any further, arrows will be shot!"

Dozens of torches suddenly lit up on the city wall, and the defending archers drew their bows and arrows.

A lieutenant leaned halfway out and shouted sternly, "Identify yourselves! Otherwise, you will be considered an enemy!"

Chu Ning secretly winked at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu understood and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Brothers in the city! We are Commander Mo's secret guards! We were ambushed while investigating Wu Xiuning's whereabouts in the valley."

As he spoke, he began to cough violently, as if he had suffered internal injuries.

Chu Ning took the opportunity to speak up, his voice filled with just the right amount of panic: "That cavalry unit has at least two thousand men! In order to cover our breakout... Commander Mo has already..."

He deliberately choked and said, "Brothers, let us in!"

There was a sudden commotion on the city wall. The secret guards held a special position in the Han army, and ordinary soldiers did not dare to offend them.

But the captain still had doubts and frowned, saying, "This matter needs to be reported to General Ma Yuan for a decision!"

"It's too late!" Zhao Yu suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted, "Look over there!"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger - they saw faint flickering lights on the hillside several miles away, accompanied by the chaotic sound of horse hooves.

This was of course an illusion created by the White Horse Cavalry, but it was clearly indistinguishable from the real thing in the darkness.

Chu Ning took the opportunity to exaggerate: "They will catch up soon!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, there are only six of us. What are you afraid of? If you let the secret guards die in front of your own city gates, can you bear the responsibility?"

These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the captain's heart.

His face was gloomy and uncertain, and the terrifying methods of the secret guards flashed through his mind.

"Lower the drawbridge! Open the city gates!"

The captain finally gritted his teeth and gave the order, but then whispered to the soldiers beside him: "Have the archers ready. If there is any deception, shoot immediately!"

The sound of a heavy winch was heard, and the iron-clad wooden drawbridge was slowly lowered across the moat.

The sound of sliding iron chains came from inside the city gate, and the heavy city gate was pushed open a gap by more than ten soldiers.

A cold light flashed in Chu Ning's eyes, and he whispered, "Remember, control the city gate immediately after entering the city."

The six men rode their horses across the bridge in a "clumsy" manner, and the horses' hooves made a dull sound as they stepped on the wooden boards.

The torches at the city gate illuminated their bloodstained faces, adding a touch of credibility.

"Come in quickly!" the gatekeeper urged. "The cavalry is chasing us from behind. We must close the city gate immediately."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Just when the six riders completely entered the city wall, Chu Ning and Zhao Yu suddenly attacked!

The two long spears were like poisonous snakes coming out of a cave, piercing the throats of the four nearest defenders in the blink of an eye!

"Enemy attack!" The captain on the city wall was furious and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Close the city gate! Shoot!"

But it was too late.

Chu Ning's spear swept across, severing the five soldiers who were trying to push the city gate in half! Blood and internal organs splattered on the city gate, a shocking sight.

Zhao Yuze jumped off his horse, and with a flash of cold light from the sword in his hand, he cut the two thick ropes controlling the suspension bridge!

"Boom!" The suspension bridge fell heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

"Shoot! Shoot!" the captain roared hysterically.

Dozens of feather arrows flew through the air, but Chu Ning had already expected this.

He and Zhao Yu stood back to back, their spears dancing into a silver barrier, blocking all the arrows.

The four white horse cavalrymen took the opportunity to rush up the steps of the city wall and fought with the defenders.

Suddenly, deafening shouts and cries of killing were heard outside the city.

The white horse cavalry ambushed in the darkness surged like a tide. The cavalry in the front row held round shields and blocked all the sporadic arrows.

"Hold the city gate!"

Chu Ning shouted loudly, and his spear was like a dragon, stringing the three Han soldiers who were rushing towards him together like a candied haws.

Zhao Yu was guarding the other side, his sword flying up and down, and every strike brought up a rain of blood.

The battle on the city wall was even more brutal.

A cavalryman on White Horse was pierced through the abdomen by a spear, but he held on to his enemy tightly and fell off the city wall together.

Another man was shot in the left arm, but he still held the knife with one hand and killed seven people in a row, and finally died of exhaustion.

"General! Something bad has happened!" A soldier with blood all over his face stumbled into the general's mansion.

"The city gate has been breached! The enemy has already entered the city."

General Ma Yuan, who was sitting at the desk, stood up suddenly, his armor clattering.

He was a middle-aged general in his early forties with a hideous scar on his left eye.

"How many of them are there?" he asked in a deep voice.

"At least two thousand cavalrymen!"

Ma Yuan's face suddenly changed, and he grabbed the iron spear on the table: "Order the entire army to assemble! The personal guards follow me!"

When Ma Yuan rushed to the city gate with 300 personal guards, the scene before him made him feel cold - the city gate was already full of corpses, most of whom were dressed in Han army uniforms.

Dozens of white horse cavalrymen were clearing out the remaining defenders, and at the city gate, a tall man dressed in secret guard uniform was holding the captain's head in one hand.

"Chu Emperor Chu Ning!" Ma Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank as he recognized the figure that frightened the Han army.

Chu Ning casually threw the head away and locked his cold gaze on Ma Yuan: "Why, do you also want to become a dead soul under my gun?"

"Protect the general!" The guards immediately formed a shield formation and protected Ma Yuan in the middle.

Zhao Yu also rushed out from the pile of corpses at this time, his eyes still as sharp as a knife.

"Your Majesty," he licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Leave this to me."

Chu Ning nodded slightly and turned to command the army.

Zhao Yu walked slowly towards Ma Yuan, leaving a bloody footprint on the bluestone slab with every step.

"Zhao Yu?" Ma Yuan sneered, "You think you can kill me?"

"You'll know whether I can kill you or not if you try." Zhao Yu's voice was terrifyingly calm.

Ma Yuan raised his iron spear and said, "Then let's see if you have what it takes!"

The two of them took action at the same time!

Ma Yuan's iron spear was like a poisonous dragon emerging from a cave, heading straight for Zhao Yu's heart.

Zhao Yu did not dodge or evade. When the spear tip was about to hit his body, he suddenly turned sideways and allowed the iron spear to pierce his left shoulder!

At the same time, his sword drew a perfect arc—

"laugh!"

Ma Yuan's head flew high, with an expression of disbelief still frozen on his face.

The headless corpse shook and then fell to the ground with a thud.

"General!" The guards rushed over frantically, filled with grief and anger.

Zhao Yu pulled out the iron spear from his shoulder, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

But he laughed, a hideous laugh: "Come on! Come and be buried with Ma Yuan!"

The ensuing battle was brutal.

Although the Han army, having lost its commander, put up a tenacious resistance, they were defeated by the White Horse Cavalry.

In the street fighting, every inch of land was soaked in blood and every house became a battlefield.

At dawn, the last group of Han troops were completely wiped out at the west gate.

Chu Ning stood on the city wall, looking at the corpses all over the ground with an expressionless face.

"Your Majesty, none of the 3,000 defenders in the city survived." Zhao Yu reported with a bow. The wound on his shoulder had been simply bandaged.

Chu Ning looked towards the dawn sky in the east and whispered, "Search for Princess Xiuning immediately!"