Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 216
Jiuyuan City has a radius of more than 20 miles and is home to nearly 30 residents. In addition to the residents who fled with the Northern Expedition of the Nanchuan Army, the entire Jiuyuan City and even the streets are crowded with refugees.

As the night fell, there was a tsunami-like shout of killing around Jiuyuan City. The shouts of killing shook the sky, and all the troops of the Dynasty Army were transferred to the city wall, and there was chaos in Jiuyuan City.

Upstairs in the South City, Governor Najialuo ordered Yingtan to lead the troops back several times, but faced with the fierce pursuit of the Sith Corps, Yingtan complained endlessly and could not withdraw at all.

Governor Najialuo issued an ultimatum, and the gates of the city will be closed if they do not withdraw!

Hearing that the city gate was closed, Yingtan no longer cared about his status as a general, his oath of shame, and whether the retreat would cause a big defeat, so he turned around and ran away.

Following the withdrawal of Yingtan's general flag, the morale of the imperial army soldiers who had been entangled with the Nanchuan soldiers suddenly plummeted, and they all turned around and fled, turning into a big rout.

"General, these bastards want to run!" someone reminded Sith loudly.

Sith knocked the enemy in front of him to the ground with a single knife, looked up, and saw that the dynasty soldiers were fleeing into the city.

Sith didn't even think about it, and shouted loudly: "Pursuit! Pursuit! Enter Jiuyuan City!"

In fact, without Sith's order, the soldiers of the Sith regiment who were already red-eyed had already chased and killed them, and they kept cutting down the fleeing dynasty soldiers to the ground.

Many dynasty soldiers couldn't run, kneeling on the ground and surrendering. The Nanchuan soldiers who were chasing them didn't even look at them.

The Sith corps chased after the retreating Yingtan troops. Many Nanchuan soldiers who pursued even left the fleeing Dynasty soldiers behind and ran to the front.

Now that the soldiers of the Dynasty are broken, they have no intention of resisting, and they all want to escape back to the strong Jiuyuan City. Often a Nanchuan soldier chases a group of soldiers of the Dynasty, and they dare not turn around and fight back.

Yingtan rushed into the south gate panting, but most of the dynasty soldiers were not as lucky as Yingtan.

Seeing Nanchuan soldiers chasing after them, Governor Na Jialuo was afraid that the south gate would fall, and ordered the gate to be closed regardless of the thousands of imperial soldiers who had not yet entered the city.

"Your Excellency, our soldiers have not entered the city." Someone reminded.

Governor Nagaro waved his hand: "Close the city gate, hurry up!"

With the rotation of the winch, the city gate built on the moat was slowly pulled up with the creaking sound, and those dynasty soldiers who were rushing to the south gate stood on the other side of the moat and fell into despair.

Behind them are Nanchuan warriors like wolves and tigers. The city gate in front has been slowly closed. They yell at Governor Najialuo, even the [-]th generation of their ancestors.

"Nagaro, curse your family to die!"

"Brothers, don't give your life to Governor Dog, he abandoned us!"

"I don't want to die, I beg the governor to open the city gate—"

"..."

Thousands of soldiers of the dynasty who were abandoned yelled at the governor, and the foul language was unbearable, and the governor Najialuo's face was ashen.

"Give me arrows!" Governor Najialuo ordered viciously.

The officers on the top of the city felt a burst of sadness for the abandoned soldiers, and couldn't bear to see them being abandoned and then shot by their own people, so they didn't give the order to shoot for a long time.

Governor Najialuo pulled out the long sword at his waist and ran over. The long sword touched the neck of the commander of the bow and arrow battalion and shouted: "I will let you release the arrow."

The commander of the bow and arrow battalion cried and begged: "Master Governor, those are all our own brothers, please..."

But now Najialuo, who was filled with anger, could no longer listen to any suggestions. He roared: "They are cursing me, they are no longer soldiers of the dynasty, I order you to shoot arrows, or I will kill you!"

The commander of the bow and arrow battalion finally gritted his teeth and gave the order to release the arrows.

Those dynasty soldiers who were cursing under the city did not expect that what greeted them was not the opening of the city gate, but arrows at the head.

The unsuspecting soldiers of the Dynasty were immediately shot and killed by their own people. They backed away while cursing, hoping to escape the shooting of the rain of arrows.

But at this moment, the Nanchuan soldiers led by Sith had already killed from behind. Facing the wolves and tigers of the Nanchuan army, these thousands of dynasty soldiers were completely desperate.

"Brothers, drop, drop."

"Commander Nanchuan Army, we surrender!"

Thousands of desperate Dynasty soldiers shouted and surrendered to the approaching Sith regiment.

This was unimaginable in the past. In the official documents or titles of the dynasty, the Nanchuan Army has never been recognized by them. It has always been called a rebel army. It has always been a rebel army who surrendered to the dynasty. The so-called surrender of the rebels in their mouths is not only as simple as surrender, but also represents a far-reaching political significance.

The red-eyed General Sith doesn't care about this at all. What he thinks about now is to kill all the enemies in front of him. In the fierce battle just now, he lost five or six thousand capable soldiers, and he wants revenge.

Sith ordered with red eyes: "Kill them for me, we don't need prisoners."

At this very moment, an orderly soldier rushed over the battlefield full of dead bodies: "The commander of the army has an order, and those who surrender will not be killed! The commander of the army has an order, and those who surrender will not be killed!"

Sith didn't understand the meaning of accepting these captives. How could Lin Chuan be as confused as him? When he saw the dynasty soldiers shooting at his own people from a distance, he had already decided that if there were captives, he would definitely stay.

This is not just as simple as receiving a group of prisoners, it has far-reaching political significance, and it can also break the morale of the defenders of Jiuyuan City.

In the past, the Nanchuan Army hardly kept any prisoners, and all enemies would become the exploits of the soldiers. Now Lin Chuan wants to change this, he cannot let his troops evolve into a machine that only knows how to kill.

To seize the empire of the dynasty, they must learn tolerance, and learn that the purpose of war is to destroy the hearts of the enemy, not how many enemies to kill.

Under Lin Chuan's order, thousands of desperate soldiers of the dynasty saved their lives, and they knelt down one by one to thank them for not killing them.

Sith, who had just begun to resist Lin Chuan's refusal to kill the prisoners, saw the young faces kneeling down and begging for mercy, and immediately understood the gap between himself and Lin Chuan.

Seeing the imperial soldiers surrendering to the rebels, Governor Najialuo's face became as ugly as a pig's liver. He punched the city wall angrily and cursed: "These traitors! I will kill them!"

None of the surrounding officers and officials answered the conversation, because they knew that it was the governor Najialuo who pushed these soldiers towards the enemy with his own hands, and if he wanted to blame him, he could only blame the governor Najialuo himself.

At this moment, Jiuyuan City has become a big melting pot filled with gunpowder and smoke. In the night, the whole city is brightly lit. On the periphery of the city, under the light of thousands of torches, black Nanchuan soldiers are mobilizing fiercely from all directions. attack.

On the third-floor attic of Zuihan Building, Zhongyang Street, Jiuyuan City, Jiang Mingyue, dressed in white, looked at the martial law-enforced streets in silence.

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man dressed as a refugee walked up to Jiang Mingyue and respectfully said, "My lord, everything is ready."

(End of this chapter)