Who put the yellow robe on me?

Chen Lingze was tied up and taken to the prison. His face was pale and his eyes flickered. Although he still maintained a certain degree of calm on the outside, his trembling fingers and tense Adam's apple revealed his inner fear.

He never imagined that one day he would stand in the prison of Liangzhou City in such an identity. This place that he once thought was impossible to enter has now become his cage.

Mi Chunhong came to the other side of the cell and looked at him coldly. There was no expression on his face, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Chen Lingze knew that General Mi no longer believed in him. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but his accelerated heartbeat and the cold sweat on his palms betrayed his nervousness.

"Chen Lingze," Mi Chunhong said in a deep, powerful voice, "Do you know what crime you have committed?"

Chen Lingze's throat rolled, and his voice was dry: "General Mi, I don't know what you are talking about! I have a clear conscience! What do you mean?!"

Mi Chunhong sneered and stared at him coldly: "Really? Then how do you explain all this?" He raised several letters in his hand, which clearly recorded the correspondence between Chen Lingze and the Western Regions.

Chen Lingze's expression changed. He knew that these letters were irrefutable evidence, but he still tried to struggle: "These letters... these letters are fake! Someone must have framed me! I didn't collude with the Western Regions!

"Framed?" Mi Chunhong stepped forward, approaching him, his eyes sharp. "Your men have confessed, and these letters were found in your residence. Do you have anything else to explain?"

Chen Lingze felt an invisible pressure, his back pressed against the cold wall, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He tried to argue, but the other person's gaze made his throat dry and unable to utter a word.

His mind raced, trying to find a coherent excuse.

"I... I really didn't..." Chen Lingze's voice trembled with fear, and his eyes wandered around, trying to avoid Mi Chunhong's gaze.

Mi Chunhong didn't give him any chance to breathe. His voice became even colder. "Chen Lingze, you are guilty of treason. The evidence is irrefutable. There is no room for argument. You must understand that this is your last chance. If you are willing to confess and receive leniency, you may be able to save your family."

Chen Lingze's face paled when he heard the word "family." He knew that if he were convicted of treason, his family would suffer the same fate.

His body trembled slightly, and a trace of pain and struggle flashed in his eyes. He finally realized that he had no way out.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and after a moment, he whispered, "Okay... I admit it, it was me... I did it."

Chen Lingze then recounted the entire story of his surrender to the enemy.

Seeing this, Mi Chunhong nodded slightly: "You should have done so long ago." There was a hint of relief in his voice, but more of it was indifference and ruthlessness.

He knew that this person had once been his comrade-in-arms, but when it came to major issues, there was no room for mercy.

Chen Lingze slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with despair and pain.

His voice trembled slightly: "General Mi, I have told the truth. Can you...can you let me live?"

Mi Chunhong was silent for a moment, his eyes complex. He knew that killing Chen Lingze and the other three traitors might cause some unrest in the army. After all, these people had once been the guardians of Liangzhou City. If they were executed directly, it would indeed appear merciless and might instill fear in people.

Just as Mi Chunhong was hesitating, Jiang Chen appeared at the door of the cell. His steps were steady and firm, and his eyes were cold.

Hearing their conversation, he stopped at the door and said firmly, "General Mi, if collaborating with the enemy can be pardoned, then what kind of law is left in Liangzhou City?"

Jiang Chen's words were like a sharp sword, severing all hesitation. Mi Chunhong's heart suddenly trembled. He understood that the majesty of Liangzhou City could not be shaken by a moment of mercy.

If even traitors to the country are not severely punished, how can the army maintain its morale? How can we encourage more soldiers to fight for the safety of Daliang?

He nodded slowly, as if he had made up his mind. Looking at Chen Lingze's face filled with fear and despair, Mi Chunhong also had a complex emotion in his heart, but in the end, he still chose a resolute attitude.

"Come here!" Mi Chunhong shouted in a deep voice, his voice full of unquestionable majesty, "Take Chen Lingze and the other four to the execution ground and execute them!"

Chen Lingze's face instantly turned pale, knowing that his last hope of survival had been completely cut off. His legs gave way, and he nearly collapsed to the ground, but the soldiers didn't give him a chance to breathe and immediately lifted him up.

"General Mi! General Mi, I was wrong! Please give me a chance! Forgive me this time!" Chen Lingze shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice full of despair and fear.

However, Mi Chunhong didn't even glance at him. His gaze was resolute, his heart as hard as stone. He knew that at this critical moment of life and death, he couldn't waver in the slightest.

At this moment, a sentry came running and broke the oppressive atmosphere in the cell.

"Report! The enemy has launched the final general attack!" The sentry was panting, his voice was rapid, and his face was full of tension.

Jiang Chen frowned, immediately realizing the urgency of the situation. He quickly turned around and shouted to Zhong Xiaodan, "Second Young Master, immediately gather all available forces and prepare for battle!"

Zhong Xiaodan immediately obeyed the order and quickly rushed out of the general's residence with several lieutenants to mobilize the city's defenders. Jiang Chen followed behind, sword in hand, his eyes sharp, as if ready to join the battle at any time.

Mi Chunhong looked at Jiang Chen who was walking away, and then looked at Chen Lingze who was being taken to the execution ground. He knew in his heart that Liangzhou City had reached its most critical moment.

He whispered to the soldier beside him: "Quickly execute these four traitors, and then go reinforce the front line!"

The soldiers nodded, tightened the ropes in their hands, and quickened their pace. Chen Lingze closed his eyes in a final moment of despair, his heart filled with endless regret for his past decision.

On the walls of Liangzhou City, Zhong Xiaodan led the archers, ready to go. Arrows trembled slightly in the wind, bowstrings were taut, and everyone was waiting for Jiang Chen's order.

Jiang Chen stood on the city wall, gazing out at the enemy. General Mammon, leading a group of elite troops from the Western Regions, was advancing towards Liangzhou City. They were armed with a variety of siege engines, including heavy catapults and large ladders, clearly preparing for a desperate battle.

"Shoot!" Jiang Chen gave an order, and the archers on the city wall immediately drew their bows and shot arrows, and a rain of arrows shot towards the enemy army like locusts.

The vanguard of the Western Region army was shot down, but General Mammon was clearly prepared, commanding his troops to quickly advance. Siege engines were pushed against the city walls, and the Western Region soldiers roared and charged.

"Second Young Master, you take a team of people and follow me to attack from the flank. Don't let them get close to the city wall!" Jiang Chen ordered. He knew that frontal defense could only delay time. If he wanted to completely defeat the enemy, he had to attack from the flank.

Zhong Xiaodan nodded in agreement and quickly led a team of elite soldiers, following Jiang Chen out from the flank of the city gate. They quietly left the city, bypassed the main enemy force, and under the cover of darkness, quickly approached the enemy's flank.

General Mammon stood on a makeshift platform, observing the battle. A sneer flashed across his face, as if he was certain of victory. However, he failed to notice a small group quietly approaching his flank.

"General, a group of enemy troops are coming from the flank!" A Western Region soldier reported to General Mammon in panic.

General Mammon's expression suddenly changed. He turned quickly, raised his long sword, and pointed it at the sudden attacking enemy army: "Who are they? Quick! Stop them!"