Li Yu trusted Prince Chongming, whom he had known for many years, which was why there was betrayal and killing in the capital of Yan State tonight. Xian Zhilang trusted Li Yu, but he was an imperial general known for his resourcefulness. After cooperating with Yan State's actions in accordance with Li Yu's request,

I did not forget to make my own arrangements.

To be on the safe side, he arranged a retreat for the thousands of Tang Xuanjia heavy cavalry who had sneaked into the capital. That retreat was at the relatively inconspicuous East City Gate.

The military order was spread from the restaurant to all parts of Chengjing City through fireworks and death cavalry. The cavalry of the Tang Dynasty fought bravely against the enemy and fought desperately towards the east city gate, gradually gathering together.

If the Tang cavalry were allowed to join forces and then rush out of the city gate into the wilderness, the dead place would turn into a living place, and it would be very difficult to annihilate thousands of heavy cavalry.

After years of forbearance and disguise, the two brothers Chongming and Longqing got such a good opportunity. How could they allow such a thing to happen? When the war started, the city gates were closed.

The Yan people's methods were very ruthless and extreme. The city gates were not closed as in the past, but were directly sealed with thousands of kilograms of stones and heavy iron gates. As a result, a lot of civilians would be needed to reopen the city gates after the war.

In this way, even if the Tang army reached the city gate, they would not be able to leave the city at all.

The only variable was the east city gate, which was the survival path left by Xian Zhilang for the Tang army. Naturally, he made arrangements here. Several strong men in the army and more than a hundred Tang army athletes had already controlled this place.

The heavy iron gate hung in mid-air, and the stone weighing 10,000 kilograms was only a few feet away from rolling down the tunnel. The ground at the city gate was covered with blood, and the bodies of the Yan Kingdom's city defenders lay in a pool of blood.

You can imagine how thrilling and bloody the previous battle was.

Tang Jun stood on the waist of the city wall, looking at the city in the night, listening to the shouts of fighting in the distance and the sound of buildings collapsing, with an anxious look on his face.

At this time, the Yan army in the city was attracted by the powerful Tang Qi. Even if someone noticed the movement at the east city gate, there was no way to mobilize a strong enough army.

But they can't hold on forever.

They just hope to see their comrades as soon as possible.

The sound of hooves gradually began.

The faces of the Tang soldiers showed expressions of surprise.

However, after a moment, the surprise on their faces turned into anger and disappointment.

Many people wearing black priest uniforms and cavalry came to the east gate.

The man at the front is wearing a silver mask.

The visitors were none other than Prince Longqing and his fallen leader.

Black peach blossoms bloom.

A strong man from the Tang Army punched out like thunder, hitting the black peach blossom hard.

The petals of the black peach blossom tremble slightly.

Another strong man from the Tang army plundered from the city wall.

Several strong men from the Tang army attacked Longqing together with great tacit understanding.

In their eyes, those fallen leaders did not exist at all. There was only this man wearing a silver mask.

The breath of heaven and earth suddenly became turbulent and restless.

The thick skin of the city wall peeled off.

The bricks of the ancient city began to tremble.

I don't know how much time passed.

Only a loud bang was heard.

Thousands of pounds of stone fell.

The iron gate hit the ground hard.

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"The east city gate is lost."

A subordinate looked at the fireworks rising in the east as a warning. His face was ashen.

Xian Zhilang stopped, but the expression on his face remained calm.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Since I can't leave, I won't leave."

"Instruct all the battalion generals. The front battalion is now facing the cavalry of the Xiling Temple. Tell them that if they don't want to miss such a fun thing, then they should all go to the Archway and then go to the palace after the matter is over."

"Tell them that the goal of the war has changed. Now we have only two goals. The first thing is to annihilate the cavalry in the Xiling Temple, and the second thing is to burn down the Yan Palace and kill Emperor Yan."

Xian Zhilang was silent for a moment, and then said: "If we can achieve these two goals, then even if we die here like idiots, we will have an explanation for the Tang Dynasty fathers."

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The whole night, Chengjing City was trembling.

The lowered iron gate of the East City Gate was also trembling, and from time to time it made dull crashing sounds, the sounds of punches, kicks, and knives. After a long time, there was no sound.

The sky is getting brighter.

During the day, Chengjing City finally became much quieter. Only the sounds of chasing and fighting could be heard from some places occasionally, and the government began to organize civilians and government soldiers to clean up the streets.

The iron gate at the east city gate was finally pulled up at noon.

There were dead bodies everywhere in front of the iron gate, including people from the Tang Dynasty and Yan people. There were also several corpses wearing strange black priest robes. As the iron gate rose, blood that had not yet completely solidified flowed out like a stream.

Looking at this tragic scene, Yan Guomin's husband and soldiers looked extremely pale, especially when they saw the deep palm prints and knife marks on the iron gate, they were even more frightened, secretly wondering what happened to these Tang soldiers.

How could a human being have such terrible determination in such a desperate situation?

The Yan State has been hostile to the Tang State for many years, but has never won a victory on the battlefield. It has always been humiliated and bullied. The war last night was undoubtedly the greatest victory that the Yan State has ever won against the Tang Dynasty.

, it deserves a special book to express the grievances of Yan people over the years.

Faced with such a victory, the whole country should be celebrating, but there was no such atmosphere in Chengjing at this time, and the victors could not be happy at all.

People tidied up the broken corpses on the street with fear and disgust, sweeping away the scattered internal organs with brooms. No one knows how many Yan troops and prairie cavalry were trampled to pulp by the Tang people's heavy cavalry.

There were sporadic battles in some streets and alleys. No Yan people dared to approach. Only the Yan army and the prairie barbarians were holding weapons and searching around fearfully. In a corner of the street, a young Yan army found a man who was not completely dead.

The cavalrymen of the Tang Dynasty kept cutting down with their swords, looking particularly numb and mechanical.

The Tang Jun was already dead, and he didn't feel much pain even after so many cuts on his body. He looked up at the young Yan Jun indifferently, his eyes full of sarcasm.

He spat at the Yan Jun, and his chest and lungs had already been pierced with countless holes. He was about to breathe, and his spit was bloody. He couldn't spit very far, and it fell on his chest. Then he died.

The young Yanjun was startled, threw away the knife, and ran away crying.

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Northeast of Chengjing City.

Outside the old palace of Prince Longqing.

Hundreds of Yan troops and grassland cavalry surrounded the place.

In front of the palace gate, there were many corpses of Tang soldiers lying down. Most of the corpses of Tang soldiers were covered with feather arrows. Several Tang soldiers had already reached the stone steps, but could not go any further.

There are still several Tang soldiers standing in the street, standing under heavy siege.

They protected Xian Zhilang in the middle.

Xian Zhilang's body was covered in blood. There was no expression on his face.

After a while, several more Tang soldiers fell to the ground.

Now only Xian Zhilang and the two generals of the Guards Battalion were left.

The general looked at the enemies approaching from all sides and suddenly asked: "General, if we die at this time, does it mean that we have lost the prestige of the Tang Dynasty?"

Xian Zhilang said: "All mistakes are the fault of His Highness and me and have nothing to do with you."

The general said: "That's good. General, please give me a ride."

Xian Zhi laughed and coughed, and said, "Didn't you give it to me?"

The general said seriously: "According to the military regulations of the Tang Dynasty, I must die before the general."

Xian Zhilang suppressed his smile, drew out his sword and said, "You know my swordsmanship is terrible, please forgive me."

The general said: "General, we have been disrespectful since we came to Tuyang City. Please forgive me."

Xian Zhilang nodded and slashed with his sword.

Then he looked in the direction of the Imperial Palace of Yan State, with a look of regret on his face.

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The main door of the palace opened. Prince Chongming walked out of the palace.

The military formation gradually dispersed, and Prince Longqing came over from the outside.

The two of them looked at Xian Zhilang, who was standing with his sword in hand. It was clear that they had successfully plotted against this Tang general, who was famous for his resourcefulness, and finally won, but they could not feel much joy.

Looking at the weak general, Long Qing even felt a little cold.
To be continued...