Chapter 95 Offering

"Lord, do we send someone to destroy the other party's magic crystal cannon?"

The silver-armed man standing above the wall looked at the scattered army of the city of miracles, and his eyes flashed with a fine light. He suggested loudly to Zhao Hong beside him.

"No! There are 20 holy warriors on the other side. No matter how many people we send, there is no return. It's just meat buns beating dogs. Therefore, we just need to defend honestly.

Hearing the words of the silver armored man, Zhao Hong stared at the 90,000 elite army several miles away and replied faintly.

"Lord, if you don't destroy the other party's magic crystal cannon, as long as they move the magic crystal cannon forward, you can bombard Qinglong City and cause us heavy casualties!"

Seeing Zhao Hong rejecting his suggestion, the silver armored man couldn't help but say anxiously.

"War! Death and injury are inevitable. This time, all of us should be prepared to kill ourselves!"

Looking at the eager silver armored man, a trace of perseverance flashed in Zhao Hong's eyes and said firmly.

"Let the soldiers seize the time to rest and prepare for the upcoming war. At the same time, let the reserve army composed of mercenaries escorts of the strong merchants and nobles in the city prepare for battle and climb the city wall at any time to assist in defense."

Seeing that the silver armor man still wanted to refute himself, Zhao Hong did not give him a chance to speak and gave a faint order.

"Yes, Commander!"

Seeing that Zhao Hong was determined, the silver armored man's eyes showed a trace of helplessness and responded loudly.

Looking at the back of the silver armor man leaving, and looking at the soldiers on the wall who were dejected, had no sense of war, and his eyes were looking around. Zhao Hong sighed softly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He didn't know whether it was right or wrong to bring Qinglong City into the abyss of the war in order to repay Sun Wei's help, and let 50,000 soldiers in the city, more than 100,000 strong and nearly one million people kill themselves with him.

"Brother Zhao, do you think the commander will surrender?"

A gatekeeper at the gate of Qinglong City looked at Zhao Yi with bright armor with a worried face.

"Yes! Brother Zhao, will the commander surrender? If the leader refuses to surrender, will our family really be demoted to lowly slaves after the Qinglong City is destroyed?

"Brother Zhao, you are our head and the highest officer of this city gate. If Commander Zhao refuses to surrender, will you strictly abide by Commander Zhao's order and not open the gate to surrender?"

"Brother Zhao, we are not afraid of death, but we don't want to die. The strength of Ye Jiajun is not what we Qinglong City can resist at all. Instead of fighting to the end and become a wisp of smoke, it is better to open the gate and surrender, welcome the Ye family army to enter the city to preserve their lives and the freedom and rights of their families. "

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As soon as the voice of the gatekeeper fell, the other soldiers shouted one after another.

Ye Chen's words of persuasion shocked these elite gatekeepers. They are not afraid of death and can fight against fierce enemies, but they are absolutely unwilling to participate in the battle that they know they will die and can't win.

It is impossible for them to exchange their lives for breathing, satisfy the will of the Lord to kill himself and send their parents to slavery.

Hearing hundreds of soldiers defending the city, you said my words, and seeing the fierce light shining in their eyes from time to time, Zhao Yi knew that his group of men had lost control and could no longer control them. If he insisted on standing beside Zhao Hong, he would be betrayed by his men, and His own men started a fierce battle.

Zhao Yi was not surprised by the occurrence of this situation. When 20 holy warriors destroyed the magic crystal cannon, he expected this situation.

Like most of the soldiers in Qinglong City, he is the children of ordinary people. He receives a thin salary, supports a large family, and accepts taxes for various purposes. He can only maintain food and clothing every day, and has no loyalty to Wu Guo and Sun Wei.

If the enemy is a ferocious thief, in order to live in the city, they will not hesitate to pick up the weapon in their hands and fight with each other, and not let any thief enter the city.

However, if the enemy is a private army of the nobles of the State of Wu and wants to overthrow the rule of the State of Wu and obtain the rule of Qinglong City, their fighting will not be as tenacious as in the face of thieves, they will not easily surrender.

However, Ye Chen's army is too strong and strong beyond their imagination. They can't win at all, and they can only choose one of the two options of death and surrender.

There is no doubt that most soldiers will choose to surrender and protect their lives.

In the eyes of the soldiers of Qinglong City, Ye Chen is an aristocrat of the State of Wu. If he enters Qinglong City, he will not break the ring. They will continue to be their soldiers. Their families will live as usual. Most of everything in Qinglong City will run according to the original trajectory. The only difference is that the ruler of Qinglong City is from Sun Wei. Become Ye Chen.

The situation in Qinglong City and the possible future flashed in Zhao Yi's mind. Looking at the gatekeeper who turned his eyes on him, he said lightly, "Don't worry, I don't want to die, let alone my parents and family to be demoted as slaves. If Commander Zhao refuses to surrender, the one-hour deadline is coming. When I arrive, I will open the gate to welcome Ye Jiajun and keep the personal and property safety of millions of people in the city.

As soon as Zhao Yi's voice fell, hundreds of gatekeepers' faces loosened one after another, and the weapons in their hands also hung down, holding their posts honestly, quietly waiting for the arrival of an hour.

"Lord Ross, one hundred nine-level soldiers and 3,000 dead men have been transferred to the wall in the name of our assistance in defense. They can launch a fierce attack on Zhao Hong at any time and capture him."

A stewul of Viscount Ross's mansion walked to Viscount Ross and whispered.

"Very good! Let people spread the news of Sun Wei's secret escape!"

Hearing the words of the steward of the house, Viscount Ross said with a smile on his face.

A quarter of an hour later, the 50,000 soldiers defending on the wall and more than 100,000 strong people assisting in the defense under the wall knew that Sun Wei had escaped alone. His already weak morale became more depressed. Under the threat of death, the resentment in his heart kept rising.

"Open the gate and welcome the Ye family army into the city!"

A loud roar sounded above the wall of Qinglong City. The faces of the 50,000 soldiers on the wall changed one after another and looked at the birthplace of the sound. They only saw Viscount Ross holding a sharp sword and leading thousands of elite men to gallop towards Zhao Hong's side.

"Rebellion!"

These two words sounded in the hearts of the 50,000 soldiers above the wall, and they couldn't help but be shocked and showed a strange color on their faces.

"Kill! Kill these traitors!"

Hearing the roar of Viscount Ross and seeing the momentum leading the brigade to kill him, Zhao Hong couldn't help but change his face. He instantly pulled out his sharp sword, pointed in the direction of Viscount Ross, and roared loudly.

Hearing Zhao Hong's roar, a thousand-scale guard, without any hesitation, quickly pulled out the weapon and galloped in the direction of Viscount Ross.

"Kill!"

Seeing Zhao Hong's personal guard waved the weapons in his hand and rushed to his side, Viscount Ross raised his sharp sword, pointed forward, and rushed out first. Hundreds of nine-level soldiers and 3,000 elite dead men also roared and waved the weapons in his hand to meet Zhao Hong's personal guards. Team.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hong's guard and Viscount Ross led the masters and elite dead men to meet above the wall and fight fiercely. The shocking shouts, the sad screams, and the crisp sound of metal collisions sounded endlessly above the wall of Qinglong City.

Zhao Hong's personal guard had only 1,000 people, and most of them were soldiers of level 3 and 4 soldiers. In terms of quantity and quality, they were under the masters and elite soldiers led by Viscount Ross. They soon fell down and were constantly killed and became a cold corpse.

"The defenders in the city obeyed the order and immediately killed these traitors!"

Seeing his own guards fall to the ground one by one, Zhao Hong's face showed an angry look and roared loudly at the 50,000 soldiers on the wall.

However, what Zhao Hong couldn't imagine was that no one obeyed his orders at all, but just shook the weapons in the city wall and looked coldly at the chaotic battlefield on the wall without any intention of interfering.

The reaction of the wall soldiers made Zhao Hong's face more angry. Knowing that the soldiers on the wall could not count on, he quickly ran to the position of the magician's army and ordered loudly, "Skill magic immediately and kill those damn traitors!"

"My lord, I'm sorry, we don't want to die with you!"

Hearing Zhao Hong's angry roar, the leader of the magician's army said with an apologetic smile on his face.

"You! You!,,,

Looking at the magician with an apologetic smile on his face and the soldiers guarding the city with cold eyes around him, Zhao Hong felt sad, and the feeling of betrayal was not so good.

"Lord, let's surrender! Brothers can't stand it anymore!"

The silver- Armored man took a look at the guard who kept falling to the ground and died. He couldn't help but look anxious and shouted to Zhao Hong.

" Stop! Open the gate and welcome Ye Jiajun!"

Hearing the words of the silver armored man, Zhao Hong turned his eyes to the fallen guard, closed his eyes, and roared loudly.

As soon as Zhao Hong's voice fell, a triumphant smile appeared on Viscount Ross's face and raised his right hand to stop the masters and dead men who wanted to continue to fight. Zhao Hong's guard dragged the bodies of his companions and returned to Zhao Hong with a complicated face.

Seeing the end of the farce in Qinglong City, Ye Chen turned over and shouted, "Assemble!"

As soon as Ye Chen's voice fell, the scattered 90,000 troops quickly got up, ran, and formed a strict military array in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the army behind him, Ye Chen showed a satisfied smile on the corners of his mouth. He waved his hand and shouted, "Let's go and take over Qinglong City!"