They have opened up the central channel of the entire Flying Eagle City and cut the city into two parts. They cannot support each other and can only wait until they are divided and eventually defeated.

Three artillery guns were dragged from the end of the street in the distance and set up at about 200 meters away from the palace gate. These artillery guns were temporarily modified, centered on the gun barrel, and were welded from the left, right and upper directions with three heavy shields on the left, right and upper directions to form a large-scale anti-shield. In this way, even if they are close to the fire, they will not be threatened by bows and arrows.

In fact, this is a typical practice of war defense artillery in the civilized era. The reason why Tianhao did not add this procedure when producing artillery is mainly for convenience of transportation. After all, the road is difficult to walk, and shipping should also save space in the ship as much as possible. If it is not attacked by the inner city, the artillery in the field will not be used for the time being.

More artillery appeared at the distant intersection, and at a rough look, there were no less than ten.

Ying Chongshan's body suddenly trembled violently.

He understood that the last moment had come.

The Eagle soldiers in the city either died in battle or surrendered. Although Ying Chongshan did not participate in street fighting, he had never returned to the messenger's report and knew clearly what a tragic situation it was. Everyone was sent out, and there were very few imperial guards guarding the palace. As a last resort, they had to organize the servants and servants, distribute weapons and armor, and let them act as soldiers temporarily.

Further apart, in areas that had been occupied by the invaders, the civilians in the Flying Eagle City were driven out of the house and concentrated in an open position. Someone waved his arms to speak to them, but the distance was too far to hear what it was.

In front of the palace gate, a dragon officer wearing double heavy armor and holding a shield in his hand to protect his head walked out of the cannon formation. He was holding a metal microphone in his hand, and a loud voice echoed inside and outside the silent palace wall.

"Listen, the people inside immediately put down their weapons and open the door to surrender. His Highness the Regent has an order to ensure your safety, and..."

"Swoosh!"

A feather arrow shot down from above the palace wall fell accurately on the surface of the shield, sending a crisp metallic impact.

This is the arrow shot from Ying Chongshan. From the beginning of the war, this is the first time he has picked up a weapon to deal with the damn Dragon tribe.

The behavior showed his attitude, which meant that there was no negotiation and no possibility of a peaceful resolution. The officer holding the microphone was full of alert. He bent his waist and his shield never left the protective surface of his head for a moment. He slowly retreated until his whole person disappeared behind the temporary shield wall built in the middle of the street.

Looking at the figures of people who kept going back and forth behind the shield wall, Ying Chongshan pulled out a feather arrow from the quiver with his backhand and put it on the bowstring with skillful movements. The long white beard on his chin floated in the cold wind, and a hint of clearness appeared in his turbid eyes. Although his wrinkled hands were thin, they did not lose their strength. Under the constant tense mental control, dense blood vessels in the shape of tree roots suddenly rose up.

"The Dragon Clan is going to take action." The elderly Eagle King murmured to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black muzzle opposite suddenly erupted with a striking orange flame, followed by a deafening loud noise, and the palace gate cast with steel was heavy and strong. Because it was too heavy, the shells only smashed a shallow pit on the surface of the steel gate, but the paint on the surface was torn apart by the explosion and high temperature, and the blast was mottled.

An indescribable comfort enveloped Ying Chongshan's whole body. Although he knew that this was just a superficial phenomenon, he still felt that this meant a strong defense. The Dragon tribe could not enter for a while, which meant that he could have more time to wait for the Lion tribe reinforcements.

Yes, what did the Lion King think? With his wisdom, it should not be difficult to see that the destruction of the Eagle Clan will lead to a terrible situation where the entire northern continent is transformed and the dragon clan is the only one.

The dragon people outside were still shooting. They changed the direction of the shelling and no longer aimed at the steel palace gate, but instead targeted the stone palace walls on both sides.

The small-caliber artillery has limited power, but as long as the shells are sufficient, no stone wall can last forever. Soon, as the loose wall base completely lost its support, the outer wall that lasted for tens of meters collapsed. Before the dust and smoke disappeared, the dragon infantry, who had already prepared, crossed the cannon array in the call and rushed into the Flying Eagle City Palace like a tide.

Ying Chongshan did not leave his standing position. He knew that he had nowhere to go. There were no imperial guards around him, and the soldiers either died in battle or were captured. In the distance, there were still tens of thousands of Eagle soldiers fighting in the two major areas of Feiying City divided by the Dragon Clan, but they were too far away from the palace and were blocked by the dense firepower of the Dragon Clan and could not get close to it.

With less than three hundred people, these are all the guardian forces of the palace, and there are even a few maids who are loyal to them.

The sound of running footsteps came from the aisle below the tower, and the harsh gunshots were close at hand. There were constant screams of hoarseness. Some were calling for help, some were scolding, and the sound of pulling bows and shooting arrows was so familiar, but they were completely overshadowed by the shouts one after another.

"Put down your weapons, surrender and don't kill!"

The dragon tribe's voices are extremely rhythmic. They often have several people speaking at the same time, and cooperate with a microphone with amplification effect to produce an effect in terms of the impact of momentum and volume.

Ying Chongshan forced himself to remain calm, but his hands were shaking slightly.

He turned around again and looked to the west, where there was still peace, and there was no sign of an army appearing.

Lion King...Haha...

A blood-covered servant climbed to the top of the tower with all his strength. He was the last guard beside the Eagle King.

"Your Majesty... The Dragon Clan... They are here, go quickly... Let's go..." The servant covered his stomach tightly with his hands, and was shot there, breaking a big crack. He had to use this action to prevent the intestinal duct from flowing out.

Ying Chongshan slowly turned around and looked at the guard with his cold and sad eyes.

I want to leave, but where can I go?

Several dragon soldiers, like wolves and tigers, rushed in along the stairs, and they quickly occupied the most favorable attack position inside the narrow tower. Two people raised their guns to aim at Ying Chongshan, and the other two muzzles were diagonally aimed at the injured and fell to the ground. The pause was not more than two seconds. The dragon soldiers standing at the entrance of the stairs pulled the trigger and shot the seriously injured servant on the spot.

The standard for determining whether the other party surrenders is very simple, and the weapons must be put down.

The attendant held a short knife in his right hand, and he pressed his abdomen with his fist. This seemed to the Dragon Soldiers to refuse to surrender.

An officer with a hundred-man sign on his left arm walked to Ying Chong Mountain, looked him up and down, and asked in an unfriendly and uncertain tone: "...Are you the king of the Eagle clan?"

The cold arrogance unique to the superiors returned to Ying Chongshan's body. He tidied up his slightly messy clothes with his hands and let out a cold "hmm".

An unconcealable joy appeared on the face of the Dragon Clan officer. Capturing the King of the Eagle Clan alive is an important achievement, and the benefits it can bring are self-evident. He turned his body sideways and made a "please" gesture: "Let's go, Your Highness the Regent wants to see you."

...

Tianhao stood in the open space on the left side of the hall, staring at the tall building in front of him. It was indeed majestic and spectacular, but it seemed too luxurious compared to the civilian residences in the city. After conquering the pig and deer tribes one after another, Tianhao understood that this was the commonality of all tribe kings. Majesty and power need to be reflected through other additional materials, such as luxurious clothes, prominent pomp, grand etiquette, and luxurious buildings.

Hearing footsteps coming from behind, Tianhao slowly turned his head and looked at the Eagle King who was being escorted by his servant.

"You are older than I thought." This angle can just see people, and it is enough to show your arrogance and contemptuous attitude. Tianhao does not think this is an excessive move, but the rights he should have as a conqueror.

Ying Chongshan's tough old face was expressionless, and he did not reveal any panic and disgust in his heart, as well as hatred: "The gods will not give special care to someone on the issue of time. Believe me, you will also grow old."

Tianhao looked up at the last king of the Eagle clan, puzzled by what he had just said and his performance. He had been defeated, and the remaining Eagle clan army was being scattered and surrounded, and there was no question of any support or supplies. The Eagle clan really came to an end, but why is the elderly king still so tough?

Recalling the casualties and costs he paid to attack Feiying City before, Tianhao's eyes gradually became colder: "You are right, that is the natural law that everyone must follow. But you will never see the day when I aging."

Ying Chongshan's breathing was heavy, and his hoarse voice clearly showed fear: "...you...you want to kill me?"

"It's not just the simple idea, but a must! Affirm!" Tianhao corrected the mistake in his words. A defeated tribe king must be executed publicly. Only in this way can he psychologically shock the living Eagle tribe. The killing of the king means that the entire tribe is conquered, which is a training left over from ancient times.

Ying Chongshan's hard body seemed to collapse in an instant, at least from the perspective of Tianhao, a bystander. He no longer held his head up and his chest, and the majesty he had been escorted by his servants before, the Leng Su aura completely disappeared. This change was surprising. Even Tianhao doubted whether there was something wrong with his eyes. The difference between the front and back of his body was so obvious, which was completely different.

"...Can I...make me alive?" After a long time, the old Eagle King finally whispered tremblingly and made an extremely expectant request.

Tian Hao suddenly felt that he had miscalculated something. Especially when it comes to conquering the Eagle clan, whether it is process or method, he can choose other directions. Speaking of which, this is caused by the lack of information collected by the Eagle clan, especially the understanding of the Eagle King himself. Ying Chongshan is not a person who seems so tough on the surface. He is very afraid of death and is willing to pay the price to get the opportunity to survive.

"I gave you a chance. At the beginning of the siege, I sent someone to persuade me to surrender. Why did you refuse to respond at that time?" Tianhao was puzzled by this.

These words touched the last place in Ying Chongshan's heart that had been occupied by dignity. He controlled his body that was trembling due to fear, tried to straighten his back, and the king's thinking that had left his brain returned again, and a hint of arrogance appeared in his eyes: "The dragon clan... should be the former bull clan. There is a proverb, "A good iron must be fought before it can be known whether it can become good steel." Why should I surrender? Because you captured the entire land of the Eagle clan in the north, captured Moqiao City, and destroyed hundreds of thousands of troops I sent to the direction of Heiyu Pass?"

These questions are comparable to the storm. Ying Chongshan's tone is getting more and more intense, but Tian Hao has no intention of answering. He stood there quietly, motionless, like a lifeless stone sculpture.

He was very patient and waited until Ying Chongshan stopped clamoring, and he calmed down from his fatigue and fear in a deep breath. Then he calmly smiled and asked, "Are you finished speaking?"

The anger caused by emotional excitement in Ying Chongshan's eyes gradually disappeared and was replaced by deep and strong sorrow and obedience. He lowered his head and sighed: "I lost...I am willing to surrender. Please give me a chance. I...I am willing to obey and respect you as the new king of the Eagle."

This is the rule that the northern barbarians followed silently. It is not to let Tianhao leave the dragon clan to rule the eagle clan, but to merge the eagle clan and become part of the dragon clan.

"Even if you don't say these words, they will definitely become a reality." As if to aggravate Ying Chongshan's inner fear, Tianhao sneered: "The Eagle Clan has now been included in the control of my king. From north to south, millions of Eagle Clan members have joined the Dragon Clan and obtained the status of sinners and refugees. I once thought about giving you the same treatment, but you rejected it."

Ying Chongshan felt very confused: "Criminals? Refugees? Can you explain it clearly? I don't understand what this means."

"If you don't understand, you won't understand!" Tianhao didn't want to explain at all. He continued to sneer: "You gave up the opportunity to survive and chose to resist stubbornly. We must admit that you are a king with strong capabilities, especially in military insights and attainments far exceed those of most Eagle leaders. I didn't expect that attacking Feiying City would cost such a huge price... My soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and I had to mobilize a huge transport team to deliver supplies to the front-line army from the sea, especially the shells. I prepared three bases before, but found that they were far from enough. I could only temporarily increase the rear transportation capacity and transport it from the distant Panshi City to here."

Ying Chongshan couldn't understand many special nouns and sentences, but he barely understood the general meaning. In his opinion, such a thing did not bode well, and it also meant that it was difficult and even impossible to bargain with the young man standing opposite him.

"You have made a choice, do you understand?" Tianhao turned around and looked at the Eagle King. He was tall, and Ying Chongshan was old after all, time caused his muscles to shrink, and the bones and tissues that were lost in large quantities of calcium became loose. He often hunched his back, and even if he forced himself to straighten his body and showed his majesty, he only occasionally did it. Under the condescending and cold eyes of the young Regent, Ying Chongshan couldn't help but fight a cold war, and there was a kind of despair that was firmly strangled by the claws of death.
Chapter completed!