Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 221
"The city is broken! The city is broken!" There was a tsunami-like sound from the west gate of Jiuyuan City, and countless Nanchuan soldiers in black armor entered Jiuyuan City.

After a night of fierce fighting, under the attack from inside and outside, the giant city of Jiuyuan Province finally failed to block the Nanchuan Army's pace and fell very early in the morning.

Lian Guo with blood on his face came flying from a distance, ignoring several times of falls, and reported to Lin Chuan loudly with ecstasy on his face: "Legion Commander, we have already broken through Jiuyuan City!"

The sky in the distance turned fish belly white, and the air after the rain was mixed with the smell of blood. Lin Chuan took a deep breath, and Jiuyuan City was finally taken.

As the capital of Jiuyuan Province, Jiuyuan City is of great significance to win him. In the past, neither the Prisoner Army nor the Nanchuan Army has captured the capital of any dynastic province. Now the Linchuan Army has opened It is the first of its kind and has extraordinary political significance.

Lin Chuan lifted the reins and raised his voice, "Entering the city—"

Lin Chuan entered this majestic city as a victor. The road was filled with blood-colored water, and the mud was still full of broken bodies of soldiers from both sides.

They were all enemies before they were alive, but now they are just cold corpses, Lin Chuan sighed, war is ruthless, has nothing to do with morality, and has nothing to do with hatred.

The black military flag of the Nanchuan Army was planted on the top of Jiuyuan City. The military flag is fierce, and the dead are gone. Don't mourn for the dead, but only make the newborn stronger!

As far as Lin Chuan was concerned, it was devastated. This was a battle without a winner. Although the Nanchuan Army won, it was a miserable victory. The Nanchuan Army, which lacked siege experience, suffered a lot.

Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Dynasty used their blood to bravely withstand the fierce attacks of the [-] Nanchuan Army all day and night, and they did not embarrass the Dynasty.

Even with the black military flag flying over Jiuyuan City, there is still an established resistance in the city.

On Central Street in Jiuyuan City, Provincial General Zhang Haotian took the last remnants of the defeated generals to fight desperately. He could not surrender because it would insult his status as a general.

"Surrender, I can assure you that you will be treated fairly." Lin Chuan personally persuaded him to surrender.

Hearing this, General Zhang Haotian laughed loudly, and then sarcastically said: "In the 300 years since the founding of the dynasty, no general has ever surrendered to the rebels. There will never be any before, and there will never be any in the future!"

Zhang Haotian's disheveled hair and loud words left Lin Chuan speechless.

Lin Chuan thought of his ancestors, those Lin ancestors who fought bloody battles, they fought against foreign enemies and rebels under the dragon banner of the dynasty, and like Zhang Haotian, they never dishonored their reputation.

Zhang Haotian looked at the Nanchuan soldiers surrounded by layers, and smiled sadly: "Brothers, I, Zhang Haotian, take a step first, we will still be brothers in the next life—"

As he said that, Zhang Haotian wiped the general sword in his hand towards his neck, and with the blood flying, Zhang Haotian, the general of Jiuyuan Province, ended his life in this way.

Seeing Zhang Haotian resisting in such a way, Lin Chuan remained silent. Although the dynasty is now his hostile side, it is undeniable that the generals of the dynasty are still strong.

Lin Chuan spoke again rarely, and said to the dozens of surviving dynasty soldiers: "You have completed your mission, put down your weapons, and now surrender to us, and we can let you leave."

A soldier of the dynasty asked in disbelief, "Sir, will you really let us go?"

"As the head of the Nanchuan Army, I assure you that I mean what I say." Lin Chuan smiled: "Thousands of people under your city surrendered to me yesterday, and I didn't kill them either."

Yesterday Governor Najialuo locked up thousands of dynasty soldiers who had not had time to enter the city outside Jiuyuan City, and finally all surrendered to the Nanchuan Army. Everyone knew about this.

With the sound of bang, dozens of dynasty soldiers looked at each other and threw away the weapons in their hands.

The garrison in Jiuyuan Province is different from the dynasty's main field army. They are all locally recruited soldiers.

In the past, officers suppressed and controlled the soldiers, and the soldiers fought to the death with the Nanchuan army. Now most of the officers either died in battle or fled. They didn't want to fight anymore and dropped their weapons.

The streets of Jiuyuan City were in chaos, with all kinds of discarded things scattered in the puddles, and wet bloodstains could be faintly seen on the walls.

Crowds of refugees hid in street corners, shivering. They were all homeless. Now that the Nanchuan army had entered the city, there was chaos everywhere. The refugees did not dare to make any rash moves.

Seeing those trembling refugees, Lin Chuan couldn't help feeling compassionate and told Liu Zichen, "Lead the soldiers of military discipline to maintain order, and tell the soldiers that from now on, enough people have died."

Liu Zichen nodded, and led a group of military judges and disciplined soldiers to carry out the order.

"General, people from the Fourth Corps and the Sixth Corps are fighting." A soldier came to report in a hurry.

It turned out that after entering Jiuyuan City, each army seized as many important strongholds as possible according to the orders of their respective commanders.

Both the Steel Feather Corps and the Mondo Corps sent advance teams to attack Jiuyuan City first, and the advance teams chased down the dynasty's defeated troops all the way and seized the treasury.

Outside the money bank in Jiuyuan City, the advance teams of the two corps encountered each other. They were both rebellious and unruly people. No one wanted to have what they were about to get snatched away by others, so the two sides refused to give in to each other.

"We arrived first! You go and cool off—" The centurion from the Sixth Corps led people to guard the gate of the money bank, blocking the people from the Fourth Corps who wanted to enter.

The Deputy Thousand Commander of the Fourth Corps saw that the other party was just a small centurion, so he didn't take it seriously at all. He pushed away the Centurion of the Fourth Corps and said, "What about yours, we were the first to arrive— —”

The centurion commander of the Sixth Corps immediately quit. He obviously led the team to occupy it first. The opponent was so arrogant and unreasonable. With a wave of his hand, dozens of soldiers from the Fourth Corps who followed him surrounded him.

There was a strong sense of threat in the words of the centurion commander of the Sixth Corps: "The deputy chief of the thousand, don't force us, our Sixth Corps is not made of mud."

The deputy thousand-man commander from the Fourth Corps sneered: "I will force you, how can you do this?"

The centurion snorted coldly: "Brothers, if anyone breaks in and beats me back, we must not lose the prestige of our Sixth Corps!"

The Deputy Thousand Commander of the Mondor Corps was furious immediately, "Brother, don't you be ashamed of yourself?!" As he spoke, he suddenly punched Centurion's nose, and the Centurion fell to the ground on his back.

Seeing his officer being beaten, dozens of soldiers from the Sixth Corps, regardless of whether the opponent was friendly or not, got angry and punched back.

Both sides were rebellious fighters, and the fight was lively. At the door of the money bank, a big scuffle broke out.

"The Fourth Corps beat our men!"

"The Sixth Corps is robbing our territory—"

The two sides kept asking for help from their respective troops. The troops who were searching in various streets didn't even think about it, and joined the battle group with their troops. It has to be said that the cohesion of the various troops under Lin Chuan's command was too strong. After a short time, the melee has evolved into thousands of people. There was a big melee, and more soldiers who didn't know the truth joined in. Anyway, if you beat someone from your regiment, you have to beat them back.

Fortunately, the two sides were relatively restrained, because they belonged to the same legion, and did not use swords or guns, but just greeted with fists vigorously.

When Lin Chuan got the report, the scuffle had spread to two streets.

(End of this chapter)