"Congratulations, Your Highness. You have wiped out hundreds of thousands of Jingguo Army without any effort." Zhang Qilan smiled.
Ye Li smiled faintly and shook her head, "If it weren't for the General, it wouldn't be so easy."
The killing continued until the sky was dark. The West-Hill defenders finally could not resist and gradually retreated into the city. The city gates and walls of the small city were unable to provide any form of defense. The Mo Family Army and the Black Cloud Cavalry only used less than two hours to knock open the city gates and once again charge into the small city. In fact, there were not many West-Hill defenders in the small city. Only intermittent fighting sounds came from some streets and alleys from time to time. Ye Li and the others stepped into the city. The soldiers who entered the city first came to report, "General Zhu Yan is still on the tower."
Everyone looked at each other. Ye Li whispered, "Let's go and see."
The others naturally had no objection. They followed Ye Li and stepped on the tower of the small city. In the corner of the tower, Zhu Yan was wearing an old battle robe. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked in the direction of Bian City in the distance. Even Ye Li and the others did not seem to hear it. Ye Li was not in a hurry. She just calmly looked at the back of the old man.
After a long time, Zhu Yan slowly turned around and looked at everyone. Finally, his eyes fell on Ye Li, who was in white, and reached out his hand. He asked in a deep voice, "This … is Miss Yang? Ye Li cupped her hands and said respectfully with a faint smile, "Junior Ye Li greets General Zhu."
Zhu Yan nodded and smiled, "Is she really the Princess? She is so young … She is really a young talent. The Prince Ding Mansion is blessed … "
Ye Li whispered, "Senior, you flatter me."
Zhu Yan looked at her with a trace of indescribable strangeness in his eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "My useless grandson, how did you deal with him?" Ye Li sighed slightly and whispered, "Master Zhu has … died in the battle. I'm sorry for your loss."
Zhu Yan's body trembled slightly. His hand holding the spear could not help but shake. In the end, he could only look up at the sky and let out a long sigh. He said, "So he died in battle … Fine … It's my fault. Originally, he could have …" His only grandson had been very intelligent and talented since he was young. If it wasn't for him, if it wasn't for him, he could have lived a free life with fame and fortune. Because of him, because of his wishes and ambitions, Zhu Ling had hidden himself deep in the mountains at the age of twelve or thirteen, refusing to see outsiders. Even if he died on the battlefield, no one would ever know his name, and he would never receive the status and glory that he deserved.
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Zhu Yan shook his head and said, "Princess Ding, you don't have to persuade me. I'm almost seventy years old. I've lived long enough. Since I've lost today, I have nothing to say. " Feng Zhiyao frowned slightly and said loudly, "Why do you say that, General Zhu? The Mohist army is not a ruthless person."
Zhu Yan looked at Feng Zhiyao and could not help but laugh. He laughed and said, "Do you mean that the Mohist army still wants to persuade me to surrender? I'm of no use to the Mohist army. What's more … I've fought for the West-Hill for half of my life. In the end, I've lost my integrity. It's ridiculous. "
Ye Li looked down and said lightly, "General, you misunderstood me. You are of noble character and unquestionable integrity. The Mohist army dare not persuade you to surrender. Now that victory and defeat have been decided between us, the old general has long since retired and retired. Please leave now. The Prince Ding Mansion will not make things difficult for you. " Zhu Yan looked at Ye Li and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'll come back and fight against the Mohist army after I leave?"
Ye Li shook her head and said, "I believe in you, General."
After a long silence on the gate tower, Zhu Yan finally laughed loudly and shook his head. He said, "Thank you for your kindness, Princess. It's a pity … Zhu Yan was Jingtian General of the West-Hill in life and death! Today, Zhu Yan is defeated. He has no face to see the elders and the late emperor of the West-Hill. I'd rather die! "
"Old General …"
Zhu Ling calmly looked at the woman in white in front of him, with a touch of regret and helplessness in his eyes. "It's a pity …" How could he not know that his grandson was brought up by him? When Ling 'er mentioned the woman named Yang Xianya to him, he knew that the woman was a little different in his eyes. Now he finally saw a woman who could make his grandson look at her differently. But it was a pity … Fate made fools of people …
"Old General Zhu?!" Under everyone's shocked gazes, the old man, who was already seventy years old, suddenly leaped up and fell off the city wall. Ye Li stepped forward. Her sleeves moved slightly, but she stopped in the end. The crowd went forward and stood on the gate to look down. At the gate of the city, the old man lay quietly. Blood slowly flowed out from under him, dyeing the ground under him and the white hair on his head red.
Ye Li silently looked at the old man who had lost his life under the city wall. Her eyes were sad.
"Princess …" Feng Zhiyao asked worriedly.
Ye Li calmly turned around and said, "Restrain yourself. Give him a proper burial."
"Yes."
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