There were originally many defenders here, and they were guarding against the city gates that were destroyed, but under the sweeping of the imperial fire, they did not have time to scream and turned into ashes./

"Kill!" With a roar, the blade assault group following Song Li rushed into it from the broken city gate and guarded the city gate hole.

"Come with me!" Lu Qian in the distance was stunned. He never dreamed that the indestructible Locking Pass city gate would be destroyed so easily. However, he did not forget Song Li's order, shouted, rushed out, and rushed out with his vanguard camp, braved the rain of arrows toward the already captured city gate.

The Blade Assault Regiment was just attacking the tough and would not participate in frontal battles. Therefore, even if they took the city gate, they did not rush into the city, but only guarded it, providing a support point for the subsequent troops to expand their results.

Although Lu Qian and others lost a lot of people when they came to the attack, after all, they were not as powerful as the Blade Assault Group, they still quickly entered the city gate, and then began to rush around the city like a knife inserted into the enemy's heart, killing and killing each other.

The city gate was broken, and the soldiers responsible for siege next to them rushed over with their generals, pouring into the demon-locking pass like a tide.

The subsequent battle will take a long time. After all, it is not enough to break a city gate to capture a city, but from this moment on, the situation between the two sides has reversed, and the initiative has been obtained by Song Li at the moment when the city gate was broken.

This is Song Li's tactical thought, blitzkrieg.

Concentrate the most powerful force, seize one point, and break it with a thunderous force. Under such an offensive, all existing city defense strategies are slags.

Song Qiuming, the iron tiger, had to swallow the bitter fruit of failure in front of Song Li's blitzkrieg battle.

In addition to blitzkrieg, Song Li did not forget the beheading tactic. Although he would not use the Blade Assault Regiment to charge as an ordinary soldier, it would be fine to use it to capture Song Qiuming.

Although the guards around Song Qiuming are not bad, they are still much worse than those of the Blade Assault Regiment.

In addition, the loss of this battle was too miserable and frustrating. Song Qiuming was blocked by the Blade Assault Corps before he could react, and became a prisoner helplessly.

Soon, Song Qiuming was brought to Song Li.

"General Song, I have long admired you. I didn't expect that the first time I met was on the battlefield..." Song Li said with a smile.

"Stop talking, I will not surrender." Song Qiuming did not wait until Song Li finished speaking, but directly expressed his determination firmly.

"Relax, don't be so nervous." Song Li was not angry at all and said, "To be honest, I don't care whether you surrender or not. You are very brave and loyal. I appreciate this very much, but it is just an appreciation. I don't want to take you under my command. Do you understand?"

"Why are you looking for me?" Song Qiuming asked unhappily.

If Song Li came to persuade him to surrender, although Song Qiuming would refuse, he would feel much more comfortable. However, when he heard Song Li's words, he suddenly felt a sense of being despised, which made him slightly angry.

"It's just a chat with you, don't think too much." Song Li said with a smile.

At this time, someone had already set up a table and a banquet. Song Li pointed to a chair opposite and said, "Please take a seat. Let's have a chat while eating. You can chat outside the demon lock gate as you watch hundreds of thousands of people fighting fiercely. This is the first time we have ever seen before. It may become a legend in the future."

Song Li said, he had already taken the seat, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then looked at Song Qiuming and said, "I know you must be dissatisfied if you lose to me this time."

"Hmph." Song Qiuming snorted coldly, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

How could he be convinced? He was prepared quite well, and even thought that he had taken into account all the offensive methods that Song Li might have taken and had also made countermeasures. He thought that even if he could not be foolproof, he would not lose easily. As long as he could hold the situation in a stalemate, his intention would be achieved.

He originally thought it was pretty good, but the battle situation suddenly lost control on the first day of the battle and completely deviated from his initial expectations.

When Song Li sent people to attack the city in the morning, Song Qiuming was still very disdainful and felt that the things he had heard about Song Li were a bit exaggerated. On the battlefield, it seemed that Song Li was just a mediocre person who followed the rules.

After having such an idea, Song Qiuming even felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have overestimated Song Li, so he adopted a relatively conservative approach of sticking to the demon lock gate.

But in the afternoon, the situation became chaotic. Song Li led the way and led his men to destroy the city gate. Then the pioneer camp entered. The entire situation that was originally beneficial to Song Qiuming collapsed to an irresistible level.

Of course, Song Qiuming believed in his men and knew that they would definitely not surrender easily and would continue to fight.

But he also knew that even if his 200,000 troops were all killed in battle, it would not be beneficial to the entire battle situation, especially for the current Demon Locking Pass. Once Song Li's army entered the pass, it would mean that the door to the imperial capital was opened. Even if his soldiers sacrificed their lives to block it, they could not stop him from advancing towards the imperial capital.

This is the general trend, and it is definitely not something that he alone or his 200,000 elite troops can stop it.

It is precisely because he can figure it out that Song Qiuming is now depressed and frustrated. He lost this battle so cowardly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't accept it, I don't care." Song Li laughed, very proud.

The winner is the king and the loser. He won now, so of course he is qualified to laugh at Song Qiuming's unlucky appearance. This is the right of the winner.

"Hmph." Song Qiuming snorted again. At this moment, he didn't want to talk to Song Li, and there was no other way except to fight against him with cold snorkeling. As a loser, he had no capital to say anything about Song Li's way of winning. As a long general, Song Qiuming understood more than anyone that he always talked about victory or defeat on the battlefield and did not talk about rules. As long as he won, any means would be correct, otherwise, it would be wrong.

The battlefield is such a cruel and realistic place. Song Li won and lost himself, so even if he was not convinced, he could not say anything. The more he said, the more he was just humiliating himself.

"Come on, come on, drink." Song Li smiled and said, "As soon as you get drunk, I have taken the Locking Demon Pass, and your responsibilities have been over. Isn't it good to drink and chat now?"

"Can you get the demon lock gate be taken down by breaking through the city gate?" Song Qiuming sneered: "My 200,000 troops are all elites, not pigs that can be slaughtered. Even if they are pigs, 200,000 are enough for you to work hard for a while."

Seeing that Song Li said it easily, Song Qiuming finally couldn't help but refute it.

Song Li waited for him to speak, and as long as he was willing to speak, it would be easy to deal with. Even if he could speak, it would be useless to this piece of wood. But if Song Qiuming was willing to speak, then Song Li would have a way to make him submit. "You are right. These 200,000 elite soldiers are indeed very troublesome. Street fighting is difficult to fight, and casualties must be very heavy. Although there are many soldiers on my side, they are all rookies who have never fought any tough battles. If you really fight your 200,000 people head-on, you will definitely suffer a loss, but..." Speaking of this, Song Li dipped some wine with his fingers, drew a simple picture on the table, and said, "I didn't plan to fight with them from the beginning."

Song Qiuming was stunned. He looked at the picture drawn by Song Li and found that it was the terrain of the Locking Demon Pass. He was a little confused about what he meant.

Song Li said: "When I left the imperial capital and went north, I passed by the Locking Demon Pass. At that time, I was thinking about how to go to the imperial capital as fast as possible if I raised an army to clear the emperor's side. At that time, I had already thought about it, that's what to do."

As he said that, Song Li drew two straight lines on the map just now and said, "The Locking Pass is very big. Emperors of all generations have continuously built it, which has turned this place into a huge fortress. If you really compete with your soldiers for this place, even if I put all the people in my hand in it, it will be like throwing sand into the water, and it will not splash much water."

"Hmph." Song Qiuming snorted coldly, with a hint of pride on his face.

"But why should I compete with you for this place?" Song Li said, pointing to the two lines he drew just now and said: "I took this place not to occupy it, but just want to pass. As long as I take it down and guard the main road, it is enough to allow my troops to pass, then the purpose will be achieved. As long as my army passes the demon-locking pass, it will be not far from the emperor."

"As for this demon lock gate, your people will keep it." Song Li said indifferently: "Although war focuses on siege cities and territories, it would be too stupid if you care too much about the gains and losses of a city and a pool, let alone..."

Song Li pointed to the suggestion map of the Locking Demon Pass and said, "This place is easy to defend but difficult to attack, but on the other hand, the people guarding here have actually followed up with a huge prison, surrounded by mountains on one side and city walls on both sides. My soldiers blocked this side. Your 200,000 people are in a turtle in the jar. I don't have to fight with them, just trap them in it."

"I know there is enough food and grass here. Even if you have 200,000 people, you can eat for more than half a year. But I am not in a hurry. If it doesn't work for half a year, it will be a year. As long as I block here and get blocked for three or five years, I don't believe that these 200,000 people can be avoided without food or drinking. One day, they either starve to death or kill each other in internal strife. Are there 200,000 people? "

After saying that, Song Li drank all the wine in the glass, smiled slightly, and said, "Pour wine."

"You...you are too cruel, aren't you?" Song Qiuming widened his eyes and looked at Song Li and said, "There are 200,000 people."

"So what?" Song Li smiled coldly and said, "You are also a soldier. You have fought on the battlefield for countless times, and there are many people who have killed them with your own hands. Why do you have to be like a woman? You are right, there are 200,000 people, but don't forget that there is a saying that everyone is their own master. You are now helping the Holy Emperor fight me, that is my enemy. Do I need to be kind and ruthless when dealing with the enemy?"

Song Qiuming wanted to speak, but he couldn't say it when he was right.
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