This villain has become a ghost

The flags fluttered and the drums beat in preparation.

In the darkness and firelight, Nangong Mingzhu's eyes were cold. He chose the right moment, drew his bow and shot an arrow, which flew straight towards Liu Zeyin.

Liu Zeyin dodged sideways, and the arrow flew past his face, scratching his face and splashing blood.

He swung his sword to kill the enemy, his eyes passing through the charging army and looking at Nangong Mingzhu who was riding on horseback.

Amidst the cries of slaughter that shook the world, the young emperor's handsome face was filled with determination. Blood splattered around him, soaking his armor. He dropped his bow and arrow, grasping his sword instead. Like a killing god, he swept down the enemy troops and charged forward.

The sound of horse hooves was like a sudden rain, the ground shook slightly, sand and dust mixed together and flew up, the dark army was like ferocious jackals, pressing down heavily with the breath of death.

Yanagisawa knew better than anyone.

Tonight... this city will definitely not be able to be defended.

"Sir, we don't have enough bows and arrows!" Zhou Ji shouted gritting his teeth.

Liu Zeyin shouted:

"Lower the backup hatch!"

"Yes!"

Yin Yun commanded the soldiers in the city to hold the rope tightly and lower it. The hanging door fell to the ground with a loud bang, sending up a cloud of flying dust.

Lin Yuan pulled the reins, and the horse stopped with a long neigh.

"Fire!" he shouted.

Although this suspended door is strong, it is made of wood. Once it is on fire, the defense will collapse.

The soldiers behind him pushed out several carts filled with hay and fired rockets. In an instant, flames shot up into the sky and piled up under the city gate. The fire spread rapidly and thick smoke rushed into the city.

Liu Zeyin frowned and shouted, "Pour water to put out the fire!"

But tonight even the wind seemed to be not partial to them, as the strong wind swept past, carrying tongues of fire with it.

Nangong Mingzhu shouted:

"storm."

The beating of drums was deafening, the morale on this side was even higher, becoming more and more unstoppable, and dark clouds were approaching.

"kill!"

Lin Yuan led the cavalry to charge, the horses neighed, and the long swords stabbed straight at Zhou Ji who was also at the front.

The swords met and sparks flew.

Zhou Ji raised his sword to block his attack.

He was already covered in wounds, and the pain in the wounds was piercing. There was a throbbing pain in the palm of his hand. He tore off his sleeve and used it to wrap the hilt and palm together to ensure that the sword would not slip out of his hand.

Zhou Ji seized the opportunity and stabbed Lin Yuan in the chest with a sword. Lin Yuan turned sideways and slashed at his neck with his backhand, but it still missed and he dodged it.

"General Lin... I have admired you for a long time." Zhou Ji said sinisterly.

Lin Yuan: "Yeah."

"...Who are you?"

Zhou Ji wiped the blood that splashed around his eyes: "It doesn't matter who I am..."

Lin Yuan interrupted him mercilessly:

"Ah."

"That's not important."

Zhou Ji: “…”

There really are people in this world who are so difficult to talk to.

When the swords met again, Zhou Ji stared at him with a venomous look, and said:

"General Lin... Your father was such a loyal and patriotic man, yet he was tortured to death by slicing. And you, on the other hand, are still pledging allegiance to the so-called imperial power. I'm not afraid that one day you'll follow in your father's footsteps..."

Lin Yuan's sword did not slow down because he heard him talking, but became more accurate and sharp.

Lin Yuan said coldly:

"Ah."

"Not afraid."

Zhou Ji: “…”

He has always been smooth and scheming, able to turn black into white. He never expected that one day he would end up in a situation where... he was choked to the point of being speechless.

He originally wanted to provoke Lin Yuan, because a person will always reveal his flaws when he is angry.

But this guy is really an ice cube.

Bad guys are also afraid of cold violence.

The sky is unusual tonight. There are bursts of muffled sounds in the sky again, lightning is rolling, and dark clouds are pressing down on the city, as if a real rainstorm is coming.

However, the purpose of Nangong Mingzhu's fire attack has been achieved, so it doesn't matter even if it rains.

The smell of rain and the stench of blood soaked Liu Zeyin's mouth and nose. He fought hard, but he knew that there was no turning point in tonight's events.

Blade against sword.

Nangong Mingzhu rode his horse towards Liu Zeyin and cut the throat of another soldier in an instant, splashing blood on Liu Zeyin's face, which he wiped off expressionlessly.

Nangong Mingzhu said coldly:

"Resisting stubbornly."

Liu Zeyin stabbed forward with a sword:

"Even if it means fighting to the bitter end...it's what I must do. I'm just a moth, so why should I be afraid of flying into the flame?"

The horse reared up and swerved away, and Nangong Mingzhu raised his knife and slashed at his neck:

"You are stalling for time for Dongdu and the border."

Liu Zeyin said: "So what."

Thick clouds covered the sky, lightning illuminated the cold light, and heavy rain suddenly fell, washing away the blood on the weapons and iron armor, knocking down the dust, and the fire flickered.

Nangong Mingzhu's attack did not decrease at all, and the raindrops were cut off by the knife and splashed everywhere.

Liu Zeyin was defeated step by step.

His clothes and armor were mixed with rain and blood. His shoulders, arms, thighs... were wounded in many places. The piercing pain made his movements slower and slower.

On the city wall, Yin Yun and the soldiers lifted the catapult with all their strength and used heavy stones to smash down the soldiers who were struggling to climb up.

However, they were no match for the enemy troops that kept coming like a tide. Some of them had already climbed up the stairs and started fighting with the soldiers defending the city.

Yin Yun wiped the rain and blood off his face. His ears were ringing from the heavy rain. He gripped his sword tightly and fought hard against the enemy. The wounds on his body were burning with pain.

Under the black dome, horse hooves crisscrossed in the mud. People continued to die, some bled dry, and some turned into dust.

Liu Zeyin's eyes were soaked with blood and rain, and a certain part of his brain began to hurt, and his vision became blurred.

He said calmly:

"As expected, it's still the same..."

He had long known that he was a chess piece, destined to become a corpse trampled upon by the chess master, a weapon broken in two, a willing decaying dust and mud...

But this day came too quickly.

Where did it all begin...and where did the original plan go awry?

With a dull pain in his eyes, Liu Zeyin relied on his intuition to block Nangong Mingzhu's knife, but he was still cut on his right arm, and the pain made the sword almost slip out of his hand.

he asked:

"...Yue Liuyun...has been yours from the very beginning. Where did I reveal my weakness that allowed you to send someone to infiltrate my general's mansion?"

If he hadn't been exposed too early, maybe all this could have turned out well.

The knife in Nangong Mingzhu's hand drew an arc of light in the rain. He looked at the person in front of him with disdain and said:

"She was not sent by me, nor is she anyone's vassal or subordinate."

"It was just a coincidence...she just happened to be on my side."

He struck Liu Zeyin in the chest, and the blade slashed straight at him. Liu Zeyin grabbed his wrist with force, so that the tip of the knife only pierced his left shoulder, avoiding the vital part.

Yanagisawa trembled with pain and laughed loudly:

"I see……"

One step wrong, step by step wrong.