surnamed Wang

As a wave of arrows fell from the top of the city of Nandian Prefecture, the battle between the two sides began.

Deng Zhixiao took the lead and led thousands of people to set up ladders, while Cheng Xing led a large force to attack the city gate.

There were constant cries of killing on the battlefield, but Wang Yijing stood still, sitting upright on his horse and looking at the city head with a thoughtful look on his face.

"General, why don't we go up?" the deputy general couldn't help but ask.

It's not scary to charge into battle on the battlefield. If you are being cunning and clever, following others to take credit, you will be laughed at for the rest of your life.

He didn't understand or trust this young Qianhu, so he warned him.

Wang Yijing touched his chin and thought for a while, then turned around and said:
"How high do you think this city is?"

"About three to four feet."

"Is it possible to rush up with one person's strength?"

"General, are you kidding?"

"Get some short spears."

Wang Yijing gave an order and drove his horse towards the front of the battlefield. Although the deputy general had doubts, he could only obey the instructions honestly.

After a while, the deputy general caught up with the young man carrying a backpack.

"General, there are four in total, all made of fine steel."

"enough."

Wang Yijing took the backpack and glanced at Deng Zhixiao, who was climbing the ladder in the distance, with a smile on his lips.

The deputy general hesitated and asked again:

"General, when will we attack?"

"You guys rest first, I'm enough for one person."

After the young man finished speaking, he gently pinched the horse's belly, lowered his body and rushed forward.

Without military orders, the deputy general did not dare to act rashly and could only watch the opponent go away with a twisted expression.

Wang Yijing quickly came to the city, tilted his head to avoid a few short-eyed arrows, took out a short spear from his back and threw it hard, followed by the second and third one.

Thumb, twang, twang... the sounds almost formed a line. Looking up again, four short spears had been deeply inserted into the gray city wall.

The young man exerted strength in his waist and jumped directly from the horse's back. With the momentum of forward motion, he successfully stepped on the first short spear. He did not stop, tapped his toes, and stood up erratically, stepping on it steadily. The second root.

The deputy general in the distance froze on the spot when he saw this, and his previous contempt was wiped away.

Wang Yijing moved vigorously and chose a remote corner. No one above him noticed him at all. When he reached the last short spear, he slightly bent his legs, raised his breath, and then suddenly jumped up, using an extremely dexterous move. Somersaulting up the city wall.

The surrounding soldiers were busy shooting arrows and throwing stones. The arrival of the young man made them stunned. Before they could react, the sword at the opponent's waist was unsheathed.

"Killing one person in ten steps is not popular even in thousands of miles."

Blood was flying and screams were everywhere. The young man had a smile on his face and seemed to be enjoying the process. The people around him looked at him like a monster.

"Where did this man come from? Kill him quickly!"

Zhang Fucheng's panicked voice sounded. He grabbed a shield from the soldier's hand, held it in front of him, and retreated while shouting.

The young man was only ten steps away from him. As long as he kept the distance, he could consume the opponent alive.

How could Wang Yijing let him get his wish? He turned his head and grinned, opened his lips slightly, and spit out "Breaking Armor".

The soldier blocking the road seemed to be hit by some invisible force, and instantly fell apart. The young man turned into a ray of silver and passed through the blood, and when he reappeared, he was four or five steps closer.

There was no trace of blood on his body, especially the snow-white long sword, which was like the light of the fifteenth bright moon, always carrying a biting cold air, and the blade was not stained by blood.

Shuanghan was originally a mortal weapon, but after being reforged by Wang Gongquan and mixed with fairy iron, he became an out-and-out divine weapon. Ordinary swords were like paper in front of it and broke when touched.Wang Yijing chopped melons and vegetables all the way and easily reached Zhang Fucheng. The latter held a rattan shield and stepped back cautiously, without any of the majesty he had just now.

The young man held a sword flower in his hand and said with a smile on his face:
"Master Zhang, aren't you going to surrender? The prince's words still stand. If I catch you soon, you will suffer the same consequences."

"Bah! Even if I die, I won't do anything treasonous."

"Master Zhang, you are only protecting Wang Zhaoqi's throne. If someone else takes the throne, the world will still be named Wang, and the country is a country of the people. Over the years, you have been corrupt, perverted the law, and plundered the people's fat and anointing. It is no different from treason. Why bother to cling to a country?" Where’s the false reputation?”

"Rebels, don't use sweet words. As a minister, you should be loyal to the emperor. You are just making excuses for your rebellion."

Zhang Fucheng tried hard not to be persuaded by the other party, but the panic on his face could not be concealed. He stepped back step by step, accidentally tripped over a stone, and fell backwards on the spot.

Wang Yijing stepped forward and picked up the shield. He lifted the nearly two hundred kilogram man with his right hand and threw it to the side of the ladder.

Deng Zhixiao finally climbed up to the top of the city. As soon as he exposed half of his body, a huge thing flew towards him.

He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but this place was three to four feet high in the air. Even he would have to break one of his legs if he jumped from such a high height.

After hesitating, the thing was approaching. Deng Qianhu was finally ready to resist. He tensed his muscles, exerted force on his soles, and made a heavy weight drop.

Zhang Fucheng accurately fell into Deng Zhixiao's arms. There was no huge collision as expected, but his posture was very shameful - Zhang Fucheng, with his beard on his face, was like a frightened rabbit, snuggling into Deng Zhixiao's arms with a look of fear on his face.

Deng Zhixiao was so disgusted that he looked up and saw Wang Yijing with a smile on his face.

The latter was in the enemy's position, but sheathed his sword and made a "pair" gesture with his two thumbs slightly bent.

"asshole!"

Deng Zhixiao cursed, looked at Zhang Futai with the little bird in his arms, and his face twitched, but he did not throw him off the city wall after all.

Wang Yijing made a happy marriage and was in a good mood. He jumped down from the top of the city and landed on a haystack in the city. Then he tapped his feet and turned towards the city gate.

After a burst of wailing, the heavy city gate was opened. The soldiers who were still attacking the city unconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked at the lonely figure inside the door.

Enemy corpses were lying around the young man's feet. The armor on his body was soaked in large amounts of blood, and his fair face was inevitably stained with blood.

He grinned, without any anger in his eyes, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Don't be dazed, go in."

Wang Yijing's words brought Cheng Xing back to reality. He looked deeply at the young man, clasped his fists, and led the army into the city.

"Your Majesty has an order. No burning, killing or looting is allowed in any city you pass. Violators will be punished according to military law!"

Cheng Xing's shouts echoed in the city, making the originally frightened people feel relieved.

Wang Yijing walked up to the top of the city with square steps, raised his hands to Deng Zhixiao, who was sweating on his forehead, and said with a smile:
"Deng Qianhu has grown stronger and stronger. He can still climb the city wall while holding Mr. Zhang in his arms. I admire you."

Deng Zhixiao put his hands on his knees and bent over, breathing heavily. After just a few steps, his legs were already shaking.

After resting for a while, the man straightened up and looked at the other person, suddenly clasped his fists and said:

"General Wang is so brave that Deng admires him. I can't compete with you for this credit."

After that, he escorted Zhang Fucheng away.

Wang Yijing looked a little disappointed, "You just give up? It's really boring."

"General, the short spear has been removed."

The former deputy general came to his side and handed the backpack with both hands. At this moment, he admired the young man with admiration.

In the army, strength is respected, and in the hearts of soldiers, being good at commanding thousands of troops is far less respectable than being able to command an enemy of ten thousand people.

... (end of this chapter)