That's it!

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

The outside of the city was densely packed. Looking around, the flags of the Qingyang Empire were all floating, and the faces were cold and stern, and soldiers with angry flames flashing in their eyes were charging.

Is the river blocked?

His well-defined tactics prevent the opponent from being able to flow on a large scale without clearing the river?

Where is the river?

At this moment, what lies beneath the Xilong city wall is nothing more than a trench.

The corpses and armaments of the enemy soldiers, the huge boulders dropped by both the enemy and us, and the work of cutting off the river that must continue in the upper reaches, together created this trench.

There is no more water!

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

Zheng Yuanyun gave an order, the raging berserker soldiers did not need to charge at the section of the river that was filled up before, but just circled slightly downstream, charging in the trench without river water, and soon , More and more soldiers crossed the river channel without river water and rushed towards the city wall of Xilong City.

"Let's release the arrow!"

"Korean oil, **** it, light it up!"

"Where's Leimu? Where's the Rolling Stone? Smash it hard for me!"

Right beside Ning Zhenggang, many generals were madly commanding the soldiers under him to use various methods to stop and kill the incoming Qingyang soldiers.

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.

In addition to this city gate, more and more obvious shouts and killings were coming from within Xilong City.

Before, he sent people to investigate the conditions of the other three gates, and no one has reported what the situation is. On the contrary, the increasingly chaotic noise in the city gave Ning Zhenggang an answer.

The cries of the common people, the stern shouts of the sergeants, occasional crying begging for mercy, and the sorrowful howls of domestic animals, all together formed a voice that made Ning Zhenggang feel desperate.

What if this city gate can still be guarded?

What about the enemy forces that have already attacked from behind?

What does he use to guard?

The defeat is set!

Ning Zhenggang’s madness was exhausted long before he ordered those swords and shields to be buried with him. At this moment, he couldn’t even lift a trace of strength all over his body. All the power was used to support his body. On the hilt of the sword, so much so that when he just wanted to say something, his mouth opened, only to find that his throat was already dry.

What are you struggling with?

He watched sadly as the enemy soldiers outside the city were smashed and screamed, and the enemy soldiers ignited by kerosene were wailing in pain. This was supposed to make him very happy, but when he was thrown into his mind, it turned into The appearance of himself.

The harder you fight now, the enemy will give him back ten times a hundred times, right?

Ning Zhenggang smiled bitterly.

He is not afraid of death. If he was afraid, he would not insist on defending Xilong City in this situation. Even when Ouyang Li Xing sent someone to stick to the order, even if he fully understood that it was abandoning him. He came to deal with it, but without any hesitation, he resolutely stayed in Xilong City.

Here is his root. He has walked step by step from Xilong City to where he is now. Without Xilong City, there would be no him!

Not being afraid of death does not mean that you are willing to receive the enemy's return of ten times and one hundred times.

Why not have a better time?

Ah!

Ning Zhenggang grinned open, the last smile of his life bloomed.

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

"God bless Zhu Yan!"

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

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

Immediately after...

嚓——

A blood arrow spurted from his throat, and the raised right hand had already wiped his neck sharply. The face that had followed him for most of his life as a military horse, the blood he drank in the end came from himself. The owner!

"Big...sir!"

"Master Ning can't!"

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

The noise around him fell into Ning Zhenggang’s ears, but it was nothing but ethereal. Before his eyes were completely closed, he saw that he saw countless familiar faces swaying 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?

Save a damned sinner?

As a lot of blood flowed away, Ning Zhenggang's heart gradually returned to peace, so much so that he just looked at these busy subordinates indifferently, letting them press their wounds, letting them call their names frantically.

What does all this have to do with him?

Until Qi Jue did not close his eyes, they opened wide, but the expression in his eyes finally turned gray.

Ning Zheng has just died, so he can't stand his eyes!

"Ugh……"

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

There is no need to go to see it anymore.

The defeat of Xilong City is a foregone conclusion. Looking further, it is just that he is continuing to consume his little combat exploits, and it makes him feel heavier and heavier.

Ning Zhenggang...

Until now, Chen Ze didn't know the name of the coach of Xilong City, but this did not prevent him from having a low evaluation of him.

Non-war crime!

This is Chen Ze's final attribution.

Regarding Ning Zhenggang, Chen Ze believes that he has done what he can do to the extreme.

Whether it is breaking the bridge to store water or bringing in friendly forces for a fight, this is the most correct choice under the premise of unwilling to give up Xilong City.

Unfortunately, his strength is still too small.

If it doubles...

If Ning Zhenggang has 600,000 troops, then, on the premise of ensuring that the main city gate has 300,000 defenders to deal with Zheng Yuanyun, he even has spare capacity to allocate another 100,000 soldiers to patrol the downstream river. There are two hundred thousand troops that can be deployed to the other three gates.

If that were the case, Zheng Yuanyun's tactics could not hide him at all. The 500,000 people would be discovered in the first time no matter which section of the downstream wading and crossing the river ~lightnovelpub.net~.

Even if the opponent cannot be prevented from crossing the river, the 100,000 troops can be returned to Xilong City first to bring sufficient defensive strength to the other three gates.

With half a million people attacking three gates or focusing on one, Ning Zhenggang still has enough manpower to defend, and he doesn't need to persist all the time, 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 time of Ning Zhenggang's victory.

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

At this moment, Chen Ze even apologized to Ning Zhenggang in his heart.

If it were not for him to design to keep Zheng Yuanyun away from Ketan City, it would be a good choice to suggest that Ouyang strictly deploy defenses in Xilong City.

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