Chasing King

On the eve of the siege, Yan Sikong is resting in the tent. Fengye, who should have been too busy to leave, suddenly appears.

Yan think empty eyelid didn't lift for a while, light way: "wolf king should be sleeping in bed, army, how still have time to see me."

Feng Ye said, "he wants to see you." Then he opened the curtain door with one hand, and a silver gray one eyed wolf came in.

"Soul Yan Sikong's face finally had a trace of blood color because of excitement, and there was a rare happy color in her eyes.

Fenghun comes to yansikong and rubs him with his big head.

Yan Sikong grabbed its thick fur and looked into its eyes: "soul, I didn't expect to see you again." The wolf was still so powerful, but he could see that fenghun was different from before.

It is thin, sluggish, not as energetic as before.

Fengye sat beside fenghun and stroked his back with his big hand: "it's old. Few wolves can live to 20 years old. If it's human, it's over 100 years old."

Yan Sikong put his forehead against Feng Hun's face and said in a soft voice, "hun'er, are you old?" When they first met, fenghun was young, Fengye was still young.

Ten years, with a flick of the finger.

Seal soul lightly "Wu" a, stretched out tongue to lick to lick Yan think empty.

Yan Si was so sad that he asked, "do you want to take him to the battlefield?"

"Yes." Feng Ye's voice was very gentle. "Wearing armor and standing in the central army is its most powerful and happy time. I will take it with me until it can't walk."

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Hun's neck and closed his eyes. Different from the wolf, man can still see the obvious aging from his appearance, but the change of the wolf is not so big that in his mind, fenghun always seems to be young, strong and vigorous, which is hard for him to accept for a moment, and the life in his arms has grown old.

The vicissitudes and powerlessness that can't stop the passage of time fill Yan Sikong's heart.

Yan Ye's eyes are fixed in sadness.

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at dawn, 300000 troops gathered under the outer city of the Forbidden City.

The soldiers and armours are in the sky, and the spears are like a forest. If you look far away, you can't see the edge at a glance.

In the middle of the army, a tricolor flag is fluttering in the cold wind of early spring. Green on the left and white on the right, with blue dragon and white tiger embroidered on each pattern, and red in the middle. The roaring wolf head on it is lifelike and frightening.

This flag represents the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces. Standing under the flag and sitting on the horse, it is the famous and frightening wolf king.

On the right side of Fengye is a one eyed wolf in soft armour. With him conquering the city and conquering the land, he has become a folk legend. On the left side is his most effective and fraternal covering general que Chen.

Yan Sikong's body recovers quickly, but Fengye still does not allow him to ride a horse. He insists on watching the fengjiajun attack the city. Besides, "Que forget" is here. Even if he is not able to lead the troops, he can stabilize the morale of the army and boost the morale.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and looked at the city wall not far away and the garrison waiting for him on the upper floor. He thought that when he fled in confusion, there were only 2000 Feng family soldiers with him. Today, he came back with 300000 soldiers. He suffered countless hardships and swallowed countless humiliations. At this moment, it was a "happy" moment to get what he wanted.

Feng Ye's heart was full of heroism and soared to the sky.

Yan Sikong said: "the wolf king is very proud, right now."

"Why not."

"In recent years, natural disasters have been incessant, and wars have been compounded. Maybe it's time for Dasheng."

"War is a chain of troubles." Feng Ye sneered, "many of these disasters have something to do with you."

"I'd like to fight to end the war. I'd like to heal Da Sheng's wounds. I'd like to ask a holy Lord Mingjun to punish the people and rectify the rivers and mountains. If I'm wrong..." Yan Sikong's voice was almost ethereal. "That's because I misunderstood you. Call me doomed."

"What do you think of me?" Feng Ye stares at Yan Sikong.

"I believe you always have the righteousness of your country and the common people in your heart."

Feng yewei raised his chin and said arrogantly, "I would like to protect this world, but this world, if it were mine."

Yan Sikong looks at the front in a dazed way.

Feng Ye slowly drew out his sword and made the blade rub the scabbard to make a cold sound. Finally, the silver blade "Shua" across the blue sky, as if splitting the sky and the earth in an instant. The sun broke through the clouds at the right time, shining on the rivers and mountains!

The sound of war drums, like thunder from the sky, pierced the thick chest armor and hit the heart and lung, making people excited!

Feng Ye's eyes were wide open, and his forehead was blue. The magnificent Forbidden City was reflected in his eyes. It was being dragged into the bottomless abyss. Feng Ye roared: "attack -"

in the next moment, the horns and drums were fighting, and the arrows were raining like a weaver, creating an impenetrable net of death above his head, penetrating through the armor and piercing into the flesh and bones .

The army is surging, like a dark tide.The moat of the Forbidden City is well built. It is 20 feet wide and 5 feet deep. It is far from being bridged by a suspension bridge truck before. In order to cross the moat, Fengye brought 10 box cars, each of which was carrying a thousand tons of boulders, pushed down the moat by a hundred soldiers.

On the city wall, the sharp arrows were like locusts blocking the sky. The armored infantry covered the boxcar soldiers and archers. With thousands of arrows, they pushed forward towards the moat step by step. The flesh and blood bodies fell down frequently. Immediately, another soldier came to the top. The arrows were scattered all over the body and the ground like hedgehog hair. It's a pity that they didn't come to protect the host, but to ask for their lives.

Bodies everywhere, in exchange for box cars, were pushed into the moat one by one. From sunrise to near noon, the moat overflowed with water, and a road was filled out one by one. Only here, tens of thousands of people were killed and injured.

With the fastest speed, the engineers built a slab bridge on the rocks filling the trench, and the artillery bravely crossed the moat with arrows and Fengshen cannons.

At the command of Fengye, hundreds of thousands of troops pushed forward, and the earth was also shocked.

After crossing the moat, the enemy and our two armies finally entered each other's artillery range. Suddenly, the artillery roared, breaking through ferocious scars on the city wall and Blooming Scarlet buds on the earth.

Siege car, catapult, ladder car in turn to the wall.

The soldiers braved the arrows and artillery fire and launched an endless attack on the high wall and the closed gate.

It was the most grand, fierce and cruel war Yan Sikong had ever seen in his life.

The battle involved all those who sealed the field, which was related to whether the country changed its surname and whether the world changed its master.

This battle was fought from sunrise to sunset and from sunset to moon.

Fengyexu was the first person to climb the city. At the beginning, countless people attached themselves to the city. Stones, wood blocks, hot oil, and boiling water all came down. There were countless deaths and injuries. Gradually, no one dared to go up and even wanted to retreat.

If you dare to cross this line, cut it!

Under the city wall, the bones of the soldiers gradually piled up a hill bag, and the fengjiajun stepped on the flesh of his comrades. Finally, the first man climbed up the city tower.

The war drums became more and more urgent, the morale was uplifted, and they swarmed up.

Feng Ye grasped the hilt tightly and his whole body was shaking.

Ascended the city, the fengjiajun ascended the city!

Yan Sikong is also staring at the collapsing fortress defense line, almost forgetting to breathe.

The army was starving, and they wanted to swallow the enemy. They rushed to the city wall wave by wave, and finally opened the gate from inside the city.

At the command of Fengye, the army called out to kill Zhentian and rushed into the gate of the city.

After eight hours of bloody fighting, the Feng family army broke through the outer outline of the Forbidden City.

At this time, the wolf king sealed the field away from the supreme imperial power, only separated by an inner wall.