Many soldiers of the grassland tribe also raised their heads with pride, not paying attention to the soldiers of the Yun Kingdom on the tower at all, and even filled with deep contempt for the army of the Yun Kingdom.

Because in their view, this eighth city has become theirs, and it is only a matter of time before they can attack it.

"Brothers, capture the eighth city!"

Hu Chiyou gave an order, and the grassland army launched a fierce attack.

They set up a ladder and rushed to the city wall with great momentum, shouting for death and deafening them.

"The eighth city is mine!"

Hu Chiyou was excited. As long as he successfully captured this city, his achievements would far exceed those of other princes.

Du Ning watched the enemy troops approaching with cold eyes, his expression calm, and a large number of enemy troops entered the range of the Xuanji Cannon.

"Ignition."

Du Ning gave the order, and the artillery battalion soldiers immediately lit the fuse.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As bursts of cannon fire sounded from the top of the city, the cannonballs flew out and exploded among the grassland tribesmen.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Under the bombardment of the Xuanji cannon, countless prairie clan cavalry were blown to pieces, and their lethality was simply terrifying.

Before some masters of the prairie tribe could react, their armor was pierced by cannonballs. Even if they were not killed on the spot, they still lost arms and legs.

"Uu! Uu! Uu!"

The war horses of the grassland tribe were also frightened to a great extent in an instant, and they ran rampant among the crowd, causing chaos in the camp in front.

Many prairie tribesmen's cavalry could not control their reins, and their horses collided with each other one after another, causing people to fall on their backs.

"Don't mess up, everyone! Don't mess up, everyone!"

"Steady! Steady your horse quickly!"

"What kind of weapon is this? How can it be so lethal!"

"How could there be such a thing in Yun Country!"

Many generals of the grassland tribe looked at the cavalry in front being killed under the bombardment of artillery fire, and all of them showed expressions of disbelief.

Hu Chiyou's horse also suddenly lost control, screaming and jumping up and down.

"Beast! Be quiet!"

Hu Chiyou was so anxious that he whipped the war horse, which only made the horse lose its mind even more.

Many nearby war horses also ran rampant, and accidentally collided with Hu Chiyou's war horse.

"Oops!"

Hu Chiyou fell to the ground, his face extremely frightened and angry.

After two hundred rounds of artillery shells, the grassland tribe was completely defeated.

Many war horses were so frightened that they fled in all directions, showing their embarrassment.

"Brothers, it's time to rush!"

The city gate opened again, and King Yan led his army to rush out and pursue the victory.

However, the prairie clan's cavalry were still in shock. After seeing the Yun Kingdom's army rushing towards them, they continued to flee as if they were frightened birds.

"No, I have to leave quickly!"

Hu Chiyou was forced to give up the fight and could only choose to flee.

"Hu Chiyou, do you think you can escape?"

King Yan waved his hand, and the dozens of Jinshi and Hanlin around him all spoke of Wen Gong's ancient sword, which turned into dozens of sword lights and slashed towards Hu Chiyou.

Hu Chiyou waved his sword to resist, but it was difficult for him to resist the attack of so many ancient swords from the Humanities Palace. He stepped back and shouted: "Come and save me! Come and save me!"

"Hurry up and support His Highness, we must not let His Highness fall into the hands of the Yun Kingdom!"

"Don't be stunned, everyone, hurry up!"

The grassland generals were about to rush over to support them, but their horses refused to obey and fled in the opposite direction.

Some generals were also knocked away by their own horses, causing chaos.

"Damn it! The war horse doesn't obey orders at all!"

"His Royal Highness Chiyou!"

The grassland tribe's army was in chaos, and for a while there was no support.

Dozens of Wen Gong ancient swords in the sky kept attacking Hu Chiyou. King Yan took this opportunity to surround Hu Chiyou heavily and blocked his retreat.

Hu Chiyou looked desperate, unable to believe that he would be surrounded by Yun Kingdom's soldiers and horses, and even more unbelievable that he might be captured alive by Yun Kingdom's soldiers and horses.

"Impossible! Impossible! This is impossible!"

"I am Hu Chiyou, the dignified prince of the grassland tribe, how could I become a prisoner!"

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Hu Chiyou yelled hysterically. As a prince of the prairie tribe, it would be a great shame and humiliation for him to be captured alive by the Yun Kingdom.

No matter how great Hu Chiyou's contribution was, it was impossible for Hu Chiyan to pass the throne to him.

Is there any Khan in the world who becomes a prisoner of others?

That would be a shame for the grassland people and a shame for the Huchi family.

This means that Hu Chiyou basically has no chance to succeed in the Khan position.

Thinking of this, Hu Chiyou was so angry that he even looked ferocious.

We worked hard to conquer the city, but in the end we ended up like this.

This will be a fact that Hu Chiyou cannot accept.

Hu Chiyou tried his best to fight against the scholar's ancient sword of Wen Gong, but was exhausted and fell to the ground with a "plop".

Seeing that Hu Chiyou lost his fighting power, the other grassland tribe soldiers looked ugly, but they could only watch helplessly and were helpless.

"Hu Chiyou, I didn't expect that capturing you would be quite easy."

King Yan was riding on his horse, looking down at Hu Chiyou with a mocking look on his face.

Hu Chiyou lay on the ground and turned to look at King Yan, with a look of horror on his face. He wanted to stand up and struggle, but he really had no strength.

"Seal!"

King Yan opened his mouth gently, and Cai Qi turned into the word "Feng" and punched it into Hu Chiyou's body, imprisoning his cultivation.

Other soldiers swarmed up and tied up Hu Chiyou Wuhua.

Hu Chiyou was filled with grief and anger, and looked at King Yan with humiliating eyes, his teeth chattering.

"How dare you! You are so brave, how dare you capture this prince!"

Hu Chiyou shouted hysterically: "I am the prince of the Prairie Tribe. If you dare to arrest me, my father Khan will not let you go, and the cavalry of the Prairie Tribe will not let you go. You will all die without a burial."

Land!"

"Slap!" King Yan said coldly.

"You dare!"

Hu Chiyou's expression changed drastically. As a prince of the prairie tribe, how could he endure being slapped in the mouth?

A soldier stepped forward and slapped Hu Chiyou twice, which was very clear and loud.

Hu Chiyou gritted his teeth, his chest heaved violently, and he wanted to kill the soldier, but he couldn't do anything.

"Hu Chiyou, I said that I am here to capture you alive today, and I will keep my word."

The corner of King Yan's mouth raised in an arc, and he looked at Hu Chiyou very mockingly, feeling proud.

"Don't you dare kill me! If you kill me, my grassland tribe will definitely destroy your Yun Kingdom, and you will all be buried with me!" Hu Chiyou said arrogantly.

"Killing you is like slaughtering a dog." King Yan said disdainfully.

"Haha... How dare you humiliate me like this? Even if I bite my tongue and commit suicide, I will not be a prisoner of others!"

"I will not fulfill your loyalty."

King Yan winked, and the soldier next to him quickly stuffed a piece of cloth into Hu Chiyou's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

"Well...well..."

Hu Chiyou wished he could hit his head to death so that he could be known as a loyal hero.

If you fail to attack the city, lose troops and generals, and are captured by the Yun army, the Huchi family will suffer great humiliation.

"Hu Chiyou, I am very curious about how many cities your life is worth."

King Yan's intention is very obvious, he wants to use Huchiyou to exchange the city with the grassland tribe.
To be continued...