The king will never go to court

Chapter 164 Chapter 163: The Battle of the Clans (asking for a subscription, asking for a monthly ticket)

In the early morning of the next day, the camp horn sounded suddenly.Many people who were still sleeping were woken up, but the Yan soldiers who opened the capital suddenly opened their eyes wide.

"It's moving, the thief is moving!"

"They, they are going to attack the city!"

"Where's our King Qin army? We agreed to hold on for a few more days, and the army from the south will arrive!"

Although there were Feiying Guards watching the army, the soldiers defending the city still felt panicked.

The Imperial Guards of Yan Kingdom have not been on the battlefield for many years, and some people even saw such a large-scale war for the first time.

"Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!!"

The sound of the trumpet at the head of the capital opened one after another, and the people in the city fell into panic.

I thought I was prepared in my heart.But when things are approaching, they still can't really face them.

The elders of the major sects who stayed behind in Kaijing City also all came to the top of the city, and the guards of the dead soldiers of the major families stepped up to the top of the city one after another.

For the past two days, the Qianguo Camp has been drinking and having fun.

However, the prince of Yan Kingdom took his sick body as a guest in every mansion of aristocratic families in the city, whether it was threats or temptations, he would do everything possible.

In the attic of an arrow tower at the top of the city, Mr. Qin sat calmly on a brocade mat, his eyes were slightly closed, and his breath perception was withdrawn here again.

This is already the third time he has used breath perception.

Zhao Lingbai, Prince of Yan Kingdom, stood respectfully on one side. He had just received a message from Feiying Guard, "The Kingdom of Qian has attacked the city!" He rushed to the attic here, hoping to get the help of Mr. Qin.

"I haven't found the breath of a real dragon yet."

Hearing Mr. Qin's calm tone, Zhao Lingbai's nervous expression was relieved. "I thought that the National Congress would directly use that fire dragon to attack the city."

After two days of investigation, Feiyingwei also got some information about Zhenlong.A fire dragon was obtained by chance by Xie Wufeng, the third prince of the Qian Kingdom.

"Since the real dragon won't make a move for the time being, we will definitely be able to defend Kaijing City and lure that fire dragon to make a move." Zhao Lingbai breathed a sigh of relief, but said with firm confidence.

"Go and defend the city first, if you can't even defend the city, then everything will be out of the question."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Qin for your help." Zhao Lingbai bowed again, and then respectfully exited the attic.

Before leaving, he deliberately took out a brocade box from his arms and put it on the table beside him.

Inside were three hundred-year-old precious grasses, which Zhao Lingbai collected from the inner treasury, hoping to get more help from Mr. Qin.

"His Highness is coming, His Highness is coming!"

The soldiers of Yan State on the top of the wall summoned up their courage. They thought that Zhao Lingbai would not show up, but the prince actually stood with them, facing Qian State's iron cavalry.

Under the city, disciples from the major sects of the Qian Kingdom rushed out of the camp one after another, behind them were the Qian Kingdom's iron cavalry.

Their clear goal is to open the gate of Jingbei City, and break through the gate of Jingbei City in one go, so that the iron cavalry can rush in directly.

"Crossbowmen get ready!" An elderly school lieutenant on Yan Guocheng watched the crowd rush towards the north gate he was guarding, and shouted heartbreakingly without waiting for the general's order.

A group of three with hundreds of soldiers with amazing arms began to operate the bed crossbow standing in front of them.

Next to him was a warrior who was constantly writing runes, and the crossbow arrows that were writing runes were carried onto the bed one after another.

The crossbow arrows were like rain, rustling down, splashing like a curtain from Kaijing City's head.

"Arrow Master!"

The ultimate masters of the crossbow arrows, every time they draw a crossbow arrow, they will consume a lot of vitality.

Therefore, in secular battles, archers are rarely used on a large scale.

But at this moment, Kaijing City was already in dire straits, and Zhao Lingbai even spared no expense, asking Yanhuang to open the inner treasury, and took out a large number of rare grasses and natural treasures.

Ten-year-old rare grasses, 20-year-old rare grasses, and even 50-year-old rare grasses were distributed to the first-line warriors defending the city.

"Even if it is all wasted by the warriors of the Yan Kingdom, it cannot become the victory of the Qian Kingdom!" At that time, Zhao Lingbai swore directly in front of all the officials in the hall.

Even if all the rare and genius treasures in the imperial family's internal treasury were dedicated to the first-line defenders of the city, they would not be "given" to the gangsters.

The people in Kaijing City also spontaneously provided food, hot water and medicinal herbs for the defenders, vowing to live and die with Kaijing City.

At this time, the crossbow bolts with runes covered the entire sky like rain, quickly blocking the pace of the Qian country warriors' impact.

Some warriors were even directly pierced through the chest on the spot, with blood spilling from the corner of their mouths, and they looked at the ordinary crossbow arrows on their chests in disbelief.

"It's the rain of arrows from the Arrow Master! Back off!" A general of the Qian Kingdom stood in the crowd on a horse and shouted loudly.

Before the sound could reach the distance, a stream of light pierced his forehead.

The entire arrow with the rune directly penetrated the head, the cold light on the arrow was still dripping blood, and the arrow feathers made a "buzzing" sound.

The agile Qianguo warriors can easily dodge these arrows with runes, but ordinary iron cavalry warriors are not so lucky.

The generals of Yan State on the top of the city were shocked when they saw this scene.

Unexpectedly, this decision of His Highness could directly block the offensive of Qian Guo's iron cavalry. Even if there were warriors charging ahead, they would still be blocked constantly.

But Zhao Lingbai, who was standing at the highest point overlooking the entire battlefield, kept frowning, and the Eagle Guards kept sending various news here.

Although the Arrow Master's sky formation blocked the first wave of attacks from the Qian people, it couldn't last long.

Because the precious grass was consumed too quickly, it still couldn't catch up with the breath recovery of these archer masters.

Looking at the rain of arrows that covered the sky like a dome, the prince of Qian Kingdom recovered his best condition, and sneered, "Yan Kingdom wants to stop our army of Qian Kingdom with a mere arrow array?"

Immediately, he turned to the elders of the major sects beside him and said with a smile, "Which elder is willing to help the disciples of the major sects?"

Those who rushed to the front were all disciples from the major sects of the Qian Kingdom, and they kept trying to destroy the flowing water blocking the front.

Fist wind, saber energy, and sword gang swayed down, in order to continuously flatten the many rivers blocking the front.

The water system network that the Yan Kingdom is proud of has become a decoration, but the river is very wide, and the narrowest place is more than ten feet.

While adjusting their breath, many disciples transferred mountains, rocks and soil to fill up the river course, and also had to deal with the sky of the "Arrow Master" of Yan Kingdom, and many disciples were injured.

Although the disciples rushing forward were all disciples of the sect, the elders of the sect who watched all this on the high platform still stood quietly, occasionally frowning.

That's because the disciples in his own sect were injured, or were pierced by arrows with runes.

"The old man should go." A tall old man stood up, with endless hatred in his eyes, wearing a black long gown, with long snow-white hair draped over his shoulders.

But all this is covered by a black cloak.

Wang Zeyu, Qishamen, the Supreme Elder.

A top killer who had been hiding in the country of Yan for many years.

Prince Gan Guo glanced at the old man, with gratitude in his eyes, and said with a faint smile, "Elder of the Fanghua Pavilion, I would like to ask you to perform the unique skills in the pavilion."

In the war of chaos, the prince of Qianguo has an absolute personal use for the killer, that is, to protect himself personally.

Assassins, killers, have a natural instinct for threats.

　Newcomers and new books, please ask for various tickets, thank you everyone

　　
　
(End of this chapter)