Chapter 667
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In the city, Long Yang was sitting in an empty room with a gloomy look. He knew that Zhu Yan was dead. It wouldn't be long before Bian City was broken. Perhaps it was his fortune to be able to fight on the battlefield in his old age. However, such an inexplicable fiasco made it difficult for him to face it. One of his biggest mistakes was that he heard Mo Xiuyao's words clearly when he left. The whole city was buried with him … Mo Xiuyao wanted to massacre the city! Long Yang didn't doubt Mo Xiuyao's words. When he was young, he had massacred a city before. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been called the God of Killing in the Western Region. In fact, if he was young, he might not think that it was a big deal for Mo Xiuyao to want to massacre a city. But now … he was old after all. There were hundreds of thousands of people in Bian City. If Mo Xiuyao really massacred the whole city …
"General!" The soldier outside the door came in a hurry to report.
Long Yang opened his eyes and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"
The soldier said, "The East City can't be defended. General, please retreat as soon as possible."
"Retreat?" Long Yang frowned and asked, "Who said to retreat?" Perhaps Long Yang's tone was too harsh, the soldier reported carefully, "It's Prince Jhennam Of Gojoseon. Jhennam Of Gojoseon said that Bian City can't be defended. He wants to retreat to Rongcheng behind to stop the Mohist army."
Long Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Even Bian City can't stop the Mohist army. How can Rongcheng, that fragile city wall, stop the Mohist army? Stupid! The whole army stays and fights with the Mohist army in the city. Maybe we can take down half of the Mohist army. "Many times, fighting in the city was filled with people's lives. It had little to do with tactics. Moreover, they could take the initiative in the city. The Mohist army and the Xiling Army were not too different in ability. At least Long Yang was confident that two Xiling soldiers could definitely deal with one Mohist army. In this way, they could at least wipe out half of the Mohist army in Bian City. Only then would the defending army behind be able to hold back the Mohist army.
The soldier looked at Long Yang hesitantly and said, "But … Crown Prince Jhennam Of Gojoseon has already retreated with his troops."
"What?!" Long Yang suddenly stood up, and the soldier quickly said: "Prince Jhennam Of Gojoseon said that if we let the Mohist army enter the city, it will be too late. He has already led the remaining 100,000 soldiers and is preparing to withdraw from the west gate. "
Long Yang quickly walked out the door and said: "Idiot! There are still tens of thousands of Mohist army soldiers guarding the small town ahead. Where does he think he can retreat to? "
But when Long Yang arrived at the west city, he could only see the Xiling Army's horse hooves and smoke in the distance. Lei Tengfeng had brought along the Xiling Army's most elite and most complete army of more than a hundred thousand. The moment these men and horses withdrew, the originally sturdy defense instantly opened up a few large holes, and the Mo Family Army surged into the city like a tide. Under the west gate, Long Yang tiredly closed his eyes and sighed in a low voice: "Zhu Yan … we are all finished …"
Although Lei Tengfeng took most of the people away, the Xiling soldiers were not just for show. It was already noon the next day when the Mohist army completely took over the entire Bian City. After a day and night of continuous fighting, even the Mo Family Army soldiers who were known for their bravery and fighting prowess were exhausted. Their eyes were bloodshot and their bodies were exhausted. When the Xiling defenders in the city were finally eliminated, the soldiers burst into cheers. Many people directly sat down on the street and fell asleep under the eaves.
At noon, the sun was shining brightly. Mo Xiuyao and his people just stepped into Bian City. Looking at the corpses of the two armies lying on the street, many soldiers on both sides of the street directly sat down and fell asleep. Mo Xiuyao waved his hand to stop the people around him who wanted to report loudly. As he walked past the corpses, he asked in a low voice, "Where is Long Yang?"
Zhuo Jing whispered: "Long Yang is in an empty house in the west of the city. There are already people guarding there. In addition … Long Yang has released many people in the city. " Maybe it was because Mo Xiuyao said that he would bury all the people in the city with him. Yesterday night, Long Yang opened the gate of the west city and let many people out of the city. The Mohist army had strict military discipline. Although Mo Xiuyao said that, he did not officially order a massacre in the city. So as long as the soldiers in the battle were not obstructed by ordinary people, they would not attack ordinary people. Last night, about half of the people had escaped.
Mo Xiuyao shook his head carelessly: "Let's go see Long Yang. How is the consort? "
Zhuo Jing said: "Last night, Lei Tengfeng retreated with his people and fought with General Zhang in the west. He took about twenty to thirty thousand people and rushed over. The consort ordered a pause in the pursuit. The army will reorganize in Bian City for two days. The consort should be back in a while. " Hearing this, Mo Xiuyao's gloomy eyes flashed with a trace of warmth. He said lightly: "Order people to clean up the battlefield and let the soldiers rest. Go and bring Long Yang here. "
"Yes, Prince."
Zhuo Jing received the order and left. Mo Xiuyao turned and went to the governor's mansion in Bian City. The governor's mansion had already been taken care of. Originally, the battle in the city did not affect the mansion too much. The civil officials in Bian City who had not yet escaped had been locked up here by the Mohist army. Seeing Mo Xiuyao come in, the West-Hill officials all had different expressions. Some were begging, some were unyielding, some were fearful, and some were hostile. Mo Xiuyao did not have the heart to pay attention to them. He waved his hand and ordered people to take them away. Not long after he sat down to rest, the guard outside came in to report: "Prince, Long Yang is here."
Mo Xiuyao opened his eyes. They were filled with coldness. "Let him in."
Not long after, Long Yang strolled in. Zhuo Jing followed behind him, but did not order people to hold him. Long Yang was still dressed in white coarse clothes. He looked much older and more tired than he had a few days ago. At first glance, he looked like an ordinary old man from the mountains. There was no trace of the ruthless look on his face when he used innocent people as meat shields on the city gate tower.
Mo Xiuyao looked at him calmly and said lightly: "General Fengtian, nice to meet you."
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