It’s over!

Ning Zhenggang's face was ashen, and he used his sword to support his body, so that he did not fall down.

The outside of the city is densely packed, and as far as the eye can see, the flags of the Qingyang Empire are flying, and the soldiers with cold faces and angry flames in their eyes are charging.

Is the river blocked?

His well-organized tactics prevent the opponent from flowing rivers on a large scale without clearing the river channels?

Where is the river?

At this moment, what lies under the Xilong City Wall is nothing more than a trench.

The corpses of enemy soldiers, armaments, boulders dropped by both the enemy and ourselves, and the work of cutting off the river that must have continued upstream, all together created this trench.

There is no water anymore!

The entire moat was tightly blocked and cut off by mountains of corpses!

At Zheng Yuanyun's order, the furious soldiers did not need to charge at the section of the river that had been filled in before. Instead, they just circled slightly downstream and charged in the ditch without river water. Soon,

, more and more soldiers crossed the river without water and rushed towards the wall of Xilong City.

"Fire the arrow!"

"Kerosene, damn it, light the kerosene quickly!"

"Where's the log? Where's the rolling stone? Hit me hard!"

Right next to Ning Zhenggang, many generals were frantically commanding their soldiers to use various means to block and kill the incoming Qingyang soldiers.

They didn't seem to give up, and were still trying their best to stop the enemy's advance.

But... Ning Zhenggang gave up.

In addition to this city gate, more and more obvious shouting and killing sounds are coming from Xilong City.

He had sent people to investigate the situation of the other three city gates before, but no one had responded to the specific situation until now. Instead, the increasingly chaotic noise in the city gave Ning Zhenggang an answer.

The cries of the common people, the sharp shouts of the sergeants, the occasional cry for mercy, and the sad howling of domestic animals, all together formed a sound that made Ning Zhenggang feel desperate.

So what if we can still defend this city gate?

What about the enemy troops that have already invaded from behind?

What does he use to guard it?

Defeat is decided!

Ning Zhenggang's madness had already been exhausted when he ordered those sword and shield bearers to be buried with him. At this moment, he couldn't even lift a trace of strength in his body, and all his strength was used to support the body.

The sword was on his hilt, so when he just wanted to say something more, he opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was already dry.

What are you still struggling with?

He sadly watched the enemy troops outside the city being smashed and scurrying around, and the enemy troops ignited by kerosene and wailing in pain. This was supposed to be a very happy scene for him, but when he put it into his mind, it turned into

own appearance.

The harder he hits now, the enemy will pay him back ten times and a hundred times, right?

Ning Zhenggang smiled bitterly.

He was not afraid of death. If he were, he would not insist on defending Xilong City in this situation. Even when Ouyang Lixing sent someone to deliver the order to defend, he knew deeply that this meant that he was being abandoned.

He came to deal with it, but without any hesitation, he resolutely stayed in Xilong City.

This is his root. He has reached his current status step by step from Xilong City. Without Xilong City, he would be gone!

Not being afraid of death does not mean that you are willing to accept the enemy's reward ten times or a hundred times. Since you know that you will die, you know that the city's defeat is a foregone conclusion.

Then why not have some fun?

Ah!

Ning Zhenggang grinned, revealing the last smile of his life.

But that smile was extremely sad.

"God bless Zhu Yan!"

Suddenly, his extremely dry throat seemed to be broken by a huge force, allowing Ning Zhenggang to regain his ability to speak.

He suddenly raised his arms above his head, facing the dark night sky, and shouted these four words with all his strength.

Immediately afterwards...

Cha——

A stream of blood arrows spurted out from his throat. The raised right hand had already been wiped sharply towards his neck. The sword had followed him for most of his military life. The blood he drank in the end came from his own body.

The owner!

"Sir...sir!"

"Master Ning, no!"

"Quick, come quickly, help, help, help..."

The noise around him fell into Ning Zhenggang's ears, but it was already ethereal. Before his eyes were completely closed, he saw countless familiar faces shaking in front of his eyes. He was very anxious and very worried.

Busy.

What...are they still busy with?

Do you want to save yourself?

To revive a damned sinner?

As a large amount of blood flowed away, Ning Zhenggang's heart gradually returned to calm, so much so that he just looked at the busy subordinates in front of him indifferently, letting them press his wounds and shouting his name crazily.

What does all this have to do with him?

The eyes that had not been closed again until the end of the breath were kept wide open, but the look in them finally turned gray.

Ning Zhenggang died, and he will not die in peace!

"well……"

In the distant city of Ketan, Chen Ze sighed sadly. When his mood was waning, he ended the video call with Zhang Hualin.

There is no need to look again.

Xilongcheng's defeat is a foregone conclusion, and if he continues to look at it, it will only continue to consume his already few military exploits, and make him feel heavier and heavier.

Ning Zhenggang...

Until now, Chen Ze doesn't know the name of Xilongcheng's coach, but this does not prevent him from having a low opinion of him.

A crime other than war!

This was Chen Ze’s final attribution.

Regarding Ning Zhenggang, Chen Ze believed that he had done the best he could.

Whether it is to break the bridge to store water or to gather friendly forces for a fight, this is the most correct choice if you do not want to give up Xilong City.

Unfortunately, his troops are still too few.

If it were twice as much...

If Ning Zhenggang has 600,000 troops, then, on the premise of ensuring that there are 300,000 defenders at the main city gate to deal with Zheng Yuanyun, he even has the spare capacity to send another 100,000 soldiers to patrol the lower reaches of the river.

There are still 200,000 troops that can be deployed to the other three city gates.

If that were the case, Zheng Yuanyun's plan would not be hidden from him at all, and no matter where the 500,000 people were wading across the river downstream, they would be discovered immediately.

Even if they cannot prevent the opponent from crossing the river, they can still allow these 100,000 troops to return to Xilong City first and bring sufficient defense strength to the other three city gates.

With 500,000 people attacking three city gates separately or concentrating on one, Ning Zhenggang still had enough manpower to defend, and he didn't need to persist all the time. He only needed to withstand the most difficult first wave.

The longer it takes, the more serious the problem will be at Zheng Yuanyun's place.

When he can no longer suppress the emotions of his men, that is Ning Zhenggang's victory.

It's a pity that he doesn't have that many troops.

At this moment, Chen Ze even felt a little sorry for Ning Zhenggang.

If he hadn't planned to keep Zheng Yuanyun away from Ketan City, it would actually be a good choice to suggest that Ouyang Lixing set up defenses in Xilong City.
Chapter completed!