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One thousand heavy cavalry.

This force can easily attack tens of thousands of enemy cavalry without causing too much damage.

But such an army, which Yan Heping thought was invincible, could not even get close to the Qian army and was all shot to death in the wilderness.

Yan Heping didn't understand why a siege hammer could be used as a bow and arrow!

What did Lin Zhenxian use to shoot it? Why was it so powerful?

He lay in a pool of blood, supporting himself with one hand and gradually standing up. The movement was difficult and painful.

Lin Zhenxian found that there were still people alive and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Huh? Is there anyone still alive? Xiaopang, go and take a look."

"Yes."

The fat man was a little reluctant.

He thought he could have a good fight, but who knew he didn't even need to show up, fifty Eight Ox Crossbows directly pushed forward.

It’s not satisfying, it’s too satisfying.

The fat man rode over, a Mo Dao slung over his shoulder, and asked in a muffled voice, "Who are you? What's your name?"

"Humph." Yan Heping snorted coldly, "Who are you?"

"The fat man is Wang Peng, the fierce general of Daqian."

"Oh? You are Fatty Wang? Ha, no wonder you are so arrogant. My name is Yan Heping, and I am the general of the Dingxiang garrison."

"Fuck, what kind of big shot do you think Fatty is? You're just a nobody." The fat man threw a bundle of rope over and said, "Come on, tie it up yourself."

The fat man didn't take him seriously at all, not knowing that this was a great humiliation for Yan Heping!

His forehead immediately flushed with blood and he cursed loudly: "A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated! If you have the guts, dismount and fight your grandfather!"

"Hey? Fatty gave you some face, and you're still excited. Look at the knife!"

The fat man was already angry because he didn't kill anyone.

Seeing that he dared to shout, he immediately swung his Mo Dao and chopped him down.

Yan Heping was no ordinary person, he raised his long sword to block.

Ding--

Sparks flew.

Then he lifted it up with force, knocked away the fat man's Mo Dao, and swung the long sword into a knife flower to chop straight at the fat man's warhorse.

The fat man blocked with his knife, then jumped off his horse, and the two of them fought back and forth.

Lin Zhenxian, who was watching from a distance, shook his head: "This kid is still so impulsive."

After saying this, he shouted to the soldiers behind him: "All troops, attack immediately and seize the opportunity to capture Dingxiang City!"

"Kill!!!"

The soldiers behind could no longer hold back and rushed towards the Dingxiang city gate like crazy.

The shield soldiers rushed to cover the ladders behind them, and the archers drew their bows and aimed at the city wall.

Yan Heping saw that the situation was hopeless and was determined to die.

I just wanted to drag the fat man down with me before I died.

But is it so easy to take down a fat man?

"Boy, you have good martial arts. Why don't you give up the dark and join the light? There is a place for you in Daqian!" Lin Zhenxian saw Yan Heping still fighting with the fat man in the chaotic army, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathy.

It would be a pity to give such a powerful general to Northern Yan.

If he could submit to Daqian, he would surely be a good sword to stab other countries in the future.

Yan Heping shouted, "I swear to live and die with Dingxiang! Lin Zhenxian, don't waste your time!"

"Oh, what a pity."

Lin Zhenxian didn't want to kill him, but if this person was determined to die, he could only bear the pain.

After all, war is no joke, and he cannot allow unstable disasters to hide in the army.

The late spring wind blew yellow sand across the plain, making the Qian army's battle flags flutter.

Five thousand infantrymen flooded over the withered grass like a tide. The shield soldiers in the front row held up two-meter-high jujube wood shields with golden Vermillion Bird patterns painted on the shields shining brightly in the sun. The infantry in the back row carried three-meter-long ladders. The wooden tenons and iron rings collided with each other, making tiny noises, which sounded like the god of death knocking on the chains of the city gate.

"Destroy the city! Kill the enemy!"

The leading centurion gritted his teeth and roared, the steel knife in his hand drawing a bright arc of light.

The soldiers' eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets. The Dingxiang city walls that were getting closer and closer were reflected in their pupils. Rage roared from their chests, as if trying to roar away all the fatigue from the long-distance march over the past month.

The wood on the ladder soldiers' shoulders made their collarbones hurt, but no one slowed down. Their eyes were filled with passion and anger to kill the enemy.

Lin Zhenxian shouted behind everyone, "The first person to reach the city wall will be rewarded with half a year's tax revenue from Dingxiang!"

"Kill!!!"

This sentence made the entire army crazy.

The soldiers of the Qian army rushed forward fearlessly.

However, when they were still a hundred steps away from the city wall, something strange happened.

A plain white flag suddenly rose at the battlement, and the cloth fluttered in the wind, making the embroidered pattern of the word "降" particularly dazzling.

Dingxiang County Magistrate Hao Aimin stumbled up the city wall. The front of his official uniform was stained with mud, the jade belt around his waist hung crookedly on his hips, and the white flagpole in his hand was still dripping with ink, obviously it was made in a hurry.

He leaned out halfway, his sleeves puffed out by the wind, making him look like a fat white duck. "Your Highness! Stop fighting! We surrender... we surrender!"

"what?"

"I..."

"What's going on?"

The sound of the charge in the wilderness came to an abrupt halt.

The shield soldiers' jujube wood shields hit the ground heavily, making a sound like thunder; the ladder soldiers relaxed their shoulders and necks, leaning the heavy ladders diagonally on the grass, and the wooden dowels rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound.

Everyone was unhappy.

There's a feeling of frustration like throwing a punch with all your strength but ultimately missing the target.

Lin Zhenxian reined in his Qingzhui horse in front of the central army.

"Open the city gates!" he shouted, his voice mixed with the wind and sand as he rushed towards the top of the city wall. "Come out with the seal, and I will kill no one."

Hao Aimin felt as if he had been pardoned, and his fat face instantly turned the color of liver.

When he turned around, he was tripped by his official robe and fell on his butt on the parapet. However, he ignored the pain and crawled towards the city gate tower.

There was a sound of a heavy bolt being lifted from its socket by a thick hemp rope, and the iron-clad city gate slowly opened under the push of dozens of yamen runners. In the light leaking through the crack in the door, the figures of the city's citizens could be seen huddled in the street corners.

The moment the city gate opened, Hao Aimin fell to his knees in the dust, holding the lacquer box.

In the box lay half a bronze seal, with a half-piece of torn red silk wrapped around the coiled dragon button, which was obviously taken away urgently from the county court.

His forehead touched the ground, his official hat tilted to one side, and the fat on the back of his neck piled into three folds: "Hao Aimin, the magistrate of Dingxiang County of Dayan, led 60,000 soldiers and civilians... to surrender to the Regent of Daqian..."

Lin Zhenxian dismounted from his horse, crushing a few fireflies-like phosphorescent flames with the soles of his boots.

He took the lacquer box, stared at Hao Aimin and sneered, "You kid really knows the situation. When you see you can't win, you surrender immediately. Haha."

"Uh... hehe, Your Highness is joking. I don't want to be a dog official in Northern Yan any longer. From now on, I will obey Your Highness' orders."

Hao Aimin didn't know how people around him looked at him when he said this.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't care.

In his opinion, honor and dignity cannot be compared with life.

Deep in the wilderness, the crisp sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded.

Yan Heping's long sword split Wang Pangzi's Mo Dao, and sparks splashed on the wolf head emblem on his armor, making the scarlet in his eyes even more dazzling.

"Yan Gou, look at the knife!" Fatty Wang's Mo Dao weighed eighty kilograms. Every time he swung the sword, there was a sound of wind and thunder, and the sound of the sword ring colliding made people's eardrums hurt.

Seeing Yan Heping looking towards the city gate frequently, he was secretly delighted and his sword became more and more fierce, with the blade going straight for the gap in the opponent's armor on his waist and abdomen.

Suddenly, he heard cheers coming from the direction of the city gate and caught a glimpse of a white flag waving out of the corner of his eye. Yan Heping's heart sank.

When he saw Hao Aimin kneeling in the dust, he heard a buzzing in his ears and was almost hit on the shoulder armor by Fatty Wang.

"Hao Aimin!" He roared fiercely, knocking the enemy's sword away with his long sword. Sparks flew onto his armor, leaving several charred spots. "How dare you sell out your country for personal gain?"

Hao Aimin was trembling all over. He fumbled on the ground with his fat hands to pick up his official hat, but he didn't dare to look up at Yan Heping's fiery eyes.

"Hao Aimin! Fuck your grandma!" He swung his knife at Fatty Wang, but because he was distracted, the back of the opponent's knife hit his wrist, and the long knife fell to the ground with a clang.

The fat man didn't kill.

He has always respected such a man of integrity.

Then he waved his hand and ordered his personal guards to tie him up.

The soldiers of the Qian army in the wilderness have begun to enter the city. The shield soldiers formed a square formation and passed by one after another, and the tips of their spears shone coldly in the setting sun.

Lin Zhenxian put the seal into his sleeve, and suddenly heard the people sobbing on the city wall. Looking up, he saw a few old and weak people clinging to the battlements and looking out, their eyes full of fear and expectation.

"Pass the order down." He jumped on his horse, and the green horse pawed its hooves impatiently. "Anyone who dares to harass the people will be executed. Anyone who dares to hide weapons will be executed."

Changing the subject, he looked at Hao Aimin again: "You will temporarily assume your original position. I will assign someone to keep an eye on you. If you have any rebellious intentions, you'd better watch your head!"

Yan Heping was tied up by Fatty Wang's personal soldiers and slowly walked into the city.

He stared at Hao Aimin's fat face.

This civil servant who always said "I eat the emperor's salary and bear the emperor's worries" was now nodding and bowing to give directions to the generals of the Qian army, and the mud and dust on his official uniform had become a medal for seeking credit.

He suddenly remembered that three years ago, when Hao Aimin was drinking with him in the back hall of the county government office, he pointed to the "Dingxiang County Chronicles" on the wall and said, "This city is the southern throat of Yan State."

Now, this throat has been cut open by his own hands and presented to the enemy.

As dusk deepened, the large flag with the word "Yan" on it on the top of Dingxiang City was torn down and replaced by the Qian Army battle flag embroidered with a golden dragon.