Chapter 170 Destruction
The official road from Yueqingli to Donghunting was filled with the sounds of horse hooves, footsteps and wheels. A surging crowd swept through the road, raising a large amount of dust.

The crowd initially consisted of only thirty or so vehicles, three or four hundred soldiers, and four or five hundred civilians, but it soon swelled to over two thousand people. Officials, soldiers, villagers, merchants, travelers, and knights-errant—all kinds of people mixed together, jostling each other in an endless stream.

In the fields and taverns on both sides of the official road, working farmers and pedestrians resting looked at this scene in amazement and subconsciously wanted to escape. When they saw the official signs and flags in front of the crowd, they stopped and asked curiously what had happened.

"Young Master, you must take charge of our affairs and eliminate the thieves who are harming the people!"

"The Zhao family has kidnapped people as slaves and has been reported!"

"Young Master personally led the troops to kill the Zhao family."

Most of the people in Qingshi Pavilion knew the whole story, and when they heard the people in Donghun Pavilion asking about it, they began to spread the news.

Compared to Qingshi Pavilion, the people of Donghun Pavilion had suffered more from the Zhao family's abuse and were more afraid of them. After hearing what had happened, some of the people of Donghun Pavilion were surprised, some were suspicious, and some were afraid. Most of them stopped, and a few joined the crowd.

As the crowd gradually moved away, the people who had stopped moving, some clenched their fists, some gritted their teeth, as if they had made a decision, and then followed timidly.

The crowd snowballed, and by the time the group reached the Zhao family manor, it had already reached three to four thousand people.

The Zhao family's manor is called Danfeng Manor. It is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with maple trees forming a forest. Every autumn, the red leaves look like fire, and the scenery is magnificent. Dignitaries often gather here.

The entire manor covers an area of ​​over 40 mu, with a grand scale and exquisite layout. A fort stands in the center, surrounded by solid walls, enclosing the garden, creating a quiet and mysterious atmosphere.

Several roads outside the manor were now blocked, thick fences and sharp chevaux de frise blocking the way. Near the fences, over a hundred soldiers armed with swords and bows were patrolling.

Seeing the carriage with the flag with the word "Yan" flying approaching, a captain stepped out from among the patrolling soldiers and hurried forward to greet them.

"Captain Lu Da, I greet the young master!"

Lu Da's eyes swept across the crowd with obvious surprise. When he saw Yan Yi, he saluted hurriedly.

Yan Yi looked towards the fort on the high ground in the distance and asked, "Did anyone escape?"

Lu Da hurriedly said, "I will follow the young master's orders. Anyone leaving the village will be killed without mercy! No one will leave the village during the day."

Yan Yi nodded slightly, turned his gaze to Fan Yan, and said calmly: "Attack the fort."

"Father, this is bad! Thousands of people suddenly showed up outside the village, including three to five hundred soldiers!"

Zhao Wei ran into the ancestral hall in the fort in a panic and shouted at Zhao Heng, Zhao Rui's younger brother, who was kneeling in front of rows of ancestral tablets.

Zhao Heng was startled when he heard this. He turned to look at Zhao Wei and asked anxiously, "Who are these soldiers?"

Zhao Wei took two breaths and said bitterly, "They've raised the Yan flag and even brought in the flying tower. It's clear they're planning to attack the fort!"

Zhao Heng's body went limp, and he fell onto the futon, muttering, "I've been fooled! There's something wrong with that letter."

A few days ago, Qiantang fell and Zhao Rui had no news. Just as he received the news and was about to flee Qiantang, a group of soldiers came to surround the manor, and then a close confidant of the Zhao family delivered a letter written by Zhao Rui, with Zhao Rui's personal seal at the end of the letter.

The letter stated that everything was fine and asked him to wait patiently for a few days, and that Zhao would be able to survive this disaster safely.

A letter and a hundred soldiers made Zhao Heng weigh the pros and cons for half a day, and finally gave up the idea of ​​breaking out. Now it was too late to regret.

"I'm so stupid, I'm so naive. I feel so sorry for my ancestors, I'm a sinner of the Zhao family!"

Zhao Heng, nearly in tears, felt so much remorse that he stood up tremblingly from his cushion. Perhaps it was because he had been kneeling for too long, or perhaps because he was distracted, but his body swayed.

Zhao Wei quickly stepped forward to support him: "Father, what should we do now?"

Zhao Heng stood firm, but for a moment he was at a loss. Since the opponent was well prepared, how could Zhao have a chance of survival?
While he was hesitating, the deafening shouts of thousands of people were heard outside the fort.

"Kill the Zhao family!"

"Kill the Zhao family!"

Zhao Heng and Zhao Wei looked at each other, despair welling up in their hearts. Outside the fort, hundreds of soldiers had already lined up at the four gates of the dock, in solemn silence.

After many battles, these soldiers' temperaments have gradually become calm and sharp. They have gone from unfamiliar with the use of weapons to familiarity, from slow execution of military orders to swiftness, and their attitude towards life and death has gone from fear to indifference.

The battlefield is the best training ground, gradually honing them into qualified fighters.

At the west gate, where the largest number of soldiers were located, a flying tower was slowly pushed to the front of the battle formation.

This is a small flying tower, only five or six meters high. It was captured from the Qiantang Treasury and is most suitable for conquering the fort.

The defenders on the fortress wall looked down at the enemy from a high position, but they did not feel a bit of security in their hearts, only endless fear.

Most of the Zhao clan's soldiers had been killed or wounded in the Battle of Qiantang. Those who remained in the fort were mostly followers and servants.

Let these people oppress the people, and they have a full set of methods. But let them go to the battlefield and fight, and they immediately turn from wolves into sheep.

The enemy outside the castle is the real wolves!

For Yan Yi's army today, conquering a powerful fortress is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The reason why he was so serious was that Yan Yi intended to show off his military power in front of the people. He wanted these people to see how the Zhao family, who they thought were extremely powerful, was easily crushed.

dong dong!

The sound of war drums echoed all around.

Dense arrows flew towards the fort, forcing the defenders to be unable to raise their heads.

Immediately afterwards, the huge flying building slowly moved forward, the bridge deck was lifted high, and with a bang, it landed on the parapet.

The attacking soldiers, like wolves and tigers, stepped on the bridge deck and rushed towards the fort wall.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the battle was over and the fort changed hands.

Thousands of people at the scene were stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

Like a towering mountain, the Zhao family, which had been suffocating them, just collapsed and turned to ashes?

The people looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

After a brief silence, they burst into unprecedented cheers, and many people cried with joy.

The huge rock that had weighed on their bodies and hearts for many years was finally removed.

"Young Master is mighty!"

"Young Master, please make the decision for us. This is like a rebirth!"

The people closest to the fort shouted excitedly.

More and more people followed suit and shouted, their voices shaking the sky.

Yan Yi turned around and bowed to the people. His movements were so natural that there was no trace of the unfamiliarity he had when he first came into this world.

He turned to Fan Yan and ordered, "Set up a recruitment station here immediately to recruit available soldiers."

The battle that destroyed the Zhao family was the best recruitment propaganda film, enough for him to recruit a larger army with a certain degree of natural loyalty.

After completing the recruitment, the purpose of his trip was almost achieved.

Of course, there is also the Zhao family’s massive wealth.

(End of this chapter)

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