After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Not long after the army advanced, a soldier discovered Bai Wu and others lying on the ground.

Knowing that Bai Wu's identity was not simple, the soldiers who discovered him were very nervous and thought he was dead. However, as soon as they got closer, they heard snoring.

He was a little confused, and other soldiers also gathered around him.

It was discovered that more than 20 people were not dead, they seemed to have just fallen asleep.

Are they really that sleepy? Even if they haven't slept much for two days and two nights, they can't be so careless as to just sleep on the battlefield.

An old soldier sighed: "It's great to be young, you can fall asleep as soon as you lie down."

Fang Yin stayed here for a while to make sure that he didn't hear any sound, and then left a few people to watch over Bai Wu and the others.

He led his men to continue attacking the city.

This time, their siege speed was greatly increased.

After occupying the city gate, they immediately raised the flag and sent a part of the troops to attack the city.

Fang Yin ordered the soldiers not to harass the civilians. Of course, if there were patriotic civilians who wanted to fight them to the death, there was no need to hold back.

Once one city gate was lost, the attacks on the other two became fiercer.

Meng Yi laughed loudly and cut off a man's head.

"Charge into the city and reunite with the Major General."

he shouted.

The soldiers were encouraged.

After fighting for so long, both sides were exhausted both physically and mentally.

Fang Yin's occupation of a city gate undoubtedly gave the soldiers a shot in the arm.

Perhaps this battle will completely defeat the Little Nanman, and they can return home.

That night, the smell of blood was mixed in the darkness and drifted far away.

The Nanman King and his nobles could no longer sleep and all gathered in the palace.

"What's going on? How did Zixiao Sect suddenly fall? Who is the commander? Call him in for questioning."

"I can't call him back. He's dead."

"Heaven is not on our side, my little Southern Barbarian. I've already persuaded Kucha to come to our aid. If we can hold the city for another ten days, their army will arrive. Sigh!"

But the city gate has been breached. Let alone defending it for ten days, I’m afraid we can’t even hold out tonight.

"This is all the High Priest's fault! He was the one who insisted on starting this war, and he even said he had arranged for a traitor to take advantage of this opportunity to expand the territory, but now the country is about to be destroyed!"

"Yes, where is the high priest? Since he advocated for war and captured Meng Yi, why didn't he keep him and let him escape?"

"I just saw Meng Yi vaguely at the city gate. He looked like a killing god. Can we really stop such a man?"

A group of high-ranking noble gentlemen behaved no differently from ordinary people when faced with life and death.

They are afraid, they are terrified, and some are resentful.

The high priest walked in from the main gate. He was over forty years old, with a dignified look and sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through the filth in people's hearts.

"Shut up! Why are you still talking about this at this hour? The most urgent thing is to save yourself."

He saluted respectfully to the young Nanman King: "My king, we have reached a critical moment of life and death. It is time to leave the flame behind. You take it and leave from Houyaomen."

"I've divined at the Divine Spring that one day, the little Nanman will establish a nation again and conquer this land!"

The high priest spoke with a firm tone, as if he had already seen that day coming.

This is his obsession and also his hope.

But the little Nanman King no longer trusted him as much as before.

"As I recall, the high priest is old. Can you still connect to the sacred spring and feel the divine thoughts for divination?"

The high priest's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were first filled with shock, then bitterness.

Has his king also begun to doubt him?

He had already made arrangements for this war, but something went wrong on the other side. A major general suddenly appeared in the night sky, and the whole plan was disrupted.

"King, I have already trained a successor, my apprentice - Luo."

The high priest knelt on one knee, his eyes full of pleading and determination.

"Please take Huozhong and Luo away. I will live and die with the royal city."

He failed, and he was willing to pay the price.

There must always be losers and pioneers on the road ahead to light the way for future generations.

When the little Southern Barbarian King met his gaze, his heart softened.

In Xiaonanman, on weekdays, the high priest and the king have almost the same status.

He and the high priest had known each other since childhood and had supported each other for so many years, so he knew one or two parts of his sincerity.

"Okay." The little Southern Barbarian King spoke.

Having made the decision, the palace took immediate action.

The prince and most of the nobles packed their bags and prepared to leave with the little Nanman King.

The nobles have few choices. If they leave the little Nanman King, they will lose their former glory and dignity.

If you stay, you may end up with your family destroyed.

There is another option, surrender.

But they were truly worried. There's a saying in the Central Plains: "Those who are not of our race must have different hearts."

Even if they surrender, can they be received sincerely?

The nobles made their respective choices hesitantly.

However, a few patriots refused to leave and stood firmly with the high priest, wanting to fight to the end and sacrifice their lives for their country.

Whatever they choose, time is running out.

Meng Yi has led the army to break through the Qiankun Gate.

The two city gates were occupied and fierce street fighting was still going on in the city.

The young Nanman King, accompanied by a large number of guards, finally fought his way to Houyao Gate.

A group of noble lords fled in a panic, as if they could escape from the tiger's mouth by leaving this royal city.

Outside the Houyao Gate, it was pitch black and seemed particularly quiet in the night.

It was this tranquility that brought a sense of security to the little Southern Barbarian King.

The cavalry rushed forward with a roar, and when they looked back, they could no longer see the royal city.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and a feeling of melancholy and confusion emerged.

From now on, they will be the kings and ministers of a fallen country.

Who should they go to? Kucha? They had a lot of property with them, so it wouldn't be difficult for them to find a place to survive.

But talking about restoring the country has become nonsense.

The little Southern Barbarian King sat in a luxurious carriage pulled by six horses and sighed softly.

But before he could even finish his sigh, he suddenly heard the neighing of horses and the clash of weapons from the front.

Someone was shouting in the southern barbarian language: "Surrender and you won't be killed!"

Aldowu led the tribe and had been lying in ambush here for a long time.

Since he has surrendered, he must make some contribution if he wants to live a good life in the future.

However, as a little southern barbarian, he still pleaded for mercy.

The major general promised that he would try his best to persuade them to surrender.

Afterwards, except for the main characters such as the Little Barbarian King and the High Priest, everyone else was able to survive.

An ambush is imminent.

At the same time, the royal city was completely breached.

All three city gates were captured, and the army advanced unstoppably, breaking into the palace.

Meng Yi issued an order that anyone in the palace who resisted would be killed, and that they could take some property, but they had to be careful.

Soon, Meng Yi's men took control of the entire palace.

In the palace hall, only four or five big men from the Minor Southern Barbarians gathered, and the soldiers did not move.

General Meng Yi came in with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, exuding an imposing aura.

"High Priest, we meet again."

When he was first arrested, he was initially imprisoned in the high priest's house.

The high priest did not humiliate him, but just wanted to persuade him to surrender.