The Era of Generals

Chapter 383 God Bless Zhu Yan

It's over!

Ning Zhenggang's face was ashen, and he forcibly supported his body with his saber, so he didn't fall down.

The outside of the city was densely packed, and as far as the eye could see, all the flags of the Qingyang Empire were flying, and all soldiers with stern faces and angry flames in their eyes were charging.

The river is blocked?

His stratified tactics prevented the opponent from flowing the river on a large scale without clearing the river?

where is the river...

At this moment, what lies under the city wall of Xilong is nothing more than a ditch.

The corpses of the enemy soldiers, the armaments, the boulders dropped by both sides, and the cutting of the river that must have been going on upstream, made this trench together.

There is no more water!

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

With Zheng Yuanyun's order, the raging crowd of violent soldiers didn't need to charge at the section of the river that was filled up before, but just went around a little bit downstream and charged in the ditch without river water. , More and more soldiers crossed the river without water and rushed close to the city wall of Xilong City.

"Let the arrow!"

"Oil, damn it, ignite the oil!"

"Where's Leimu? Where's Rolling Stone? Throw me hard!"

Beside Ning Zhenggang, many generals were crazily commanding their soldiers to use various means to block and kill the Qingyang soldiers who were rushing.

They didn't seem to give up, and they were still doing their best to stop the advance of the enemy.

But... Ning Zheng just gave up.

Apart from this city gate, the sounds of beating and killing were becoming more and more obvious in Xilong City.

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

The cries of the common people, the stern shouts of the soldiers, occasional cries and begging for mercy, and the mournful howls of livestock, all these together constituted the voice that made Ning Zhenggang feel desperate.

So what if the city gate can still be defended?

What about the enemy army that has already attacked from behind?

What does he use to guard?

The game is over!

Ning Zhenggang's madness had been exhausted long before when he ordered those swords and shields to be buried with him. At this moment, he couldn't lift even a sliver of strength from his whole body, and all his strength was used to support his body. He put on the saber, so that when he wanted to say something again, he opened his mouth, but found that his throat was already dry.

What are you still struggling with?

He looked sadly at the enemy soldiers outside the city being smashed and running away, watching the enemy soldiers ignited by the fire oil crying in pain. This should have made him very happy, but when he put it into his mind, it became own appearance.

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

Ning Zhenggang smiled bitterly.

He is not afraid of death. If he was, he would not insist on defending Xilong City in this situation. He did not hesitate to deal with it, but he resolutely stayed in Xilong City.

Here is his root, he has come to his current position step by step from Xilong City, without Xilong City, there would be no him!

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

Then why not have fun?

Ah!

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

It's just that smile, but it is extremely sad.

"God bless Zhu Yan!"

Suddenly, his extremely dry throat seemed to be pierced by a great force, allowing Ning Zhenggang to regain the 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 after...

crack——

A bloody arrow sprayed out from his throat, and the raised right hand had already wiped his neck sharply. The blood that had followed him for most of his military career, and the blood he drank at the end came from himself. Master!

"Big... my lord!"

"Master Ning, no!"

"Quick, come on, help, help, help..."

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

What are they... still busy with?

Do you want to save yourself?

Rescue a damned sinner?

As the amount of blood flowed away, Ning Zhenggang's heart gradually returned to calm, so that he just looked at the busy subordinates in front of him indifferently, and let them press his wound and let them shout his name frantically.

What does all this have to do with him?

His eyes, which he didn't close until Qi Jue, were kept wide open, but the expression in his eyes turned gray in the end.

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

"well……"

In the distant city of Ketan, Chen Ze sighed sadly, and when his interest was fading, he terminated the video call with Zhang Hualin.

There is no need to look any further.

The defeat in Xilong City was a foregone conclusion, and looking at it further, it would just continue to consume his own little combat achievements, and make his heart heavier and heavier.

Ning Zhenggang...

Until now, Chen Ze did not know the name of the coach of Xilong City, but this did not prevent him from having a high opinion of him.

Non-war crimes!

This is Chen Ze's final attribution.

Regarding Ning Zhenggang, Chen Ze believed that he had already done what he could do to the extreme.

Whether it's breaking the bridge to store water or gathering friendly troops for a fight, this is the most correct choice under the premise of not wanting to give up Xilong City.

Unfortunately, his strength is still too small.

If it is doubled...

If Ning Zhenggang had 600,000 soldiers, then, on the premise of ensuring that the 300,000 defenders at the main city gate could deal with Zheng Yuanyun, he would even have the spare capacity to send another 100,000 soldiers to patrol the downstream rivers. There are still 200,000 troops that can be deployed to the other three city gates.

If that was the case, Zheng Yuanyun's strategy would not be able to hide it from him at all, no matter where the half a million people waded across the river downstream, they would be discovered immediately.

Even if the opponent cannot be prevented from crossing the river, the 100,000 troops can be allowed to return to Xilong City first, bringing enough defensive strength to the other three city gates.

With half a million people attacking three city gates separately or attacking one in a concentrated manner, Ning Zhengang still has enough manpower to defend, and he doesn't need to persist all the time, he only needs to withstand the most difficult first wave.

The longer the delay, the more serious the problem with Zheng Yuanyun.

When he could no longer suppress the emotions of his subordinates, it was the moment of Ning Zhenggang's victory.

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

At this moment, Chen Ze felt a little sorry for Ning Zhenggang in his heart.

If it wasn't for his design to keep Zheng Yuanyun away from Ketan City, it would actually be a good choice to suggest that Ouyang Lixing deploy defenses in Xilong City.

Of course, the premise of this choice is that he knew in advance that there was such a general in Xilong City.