The Young and Vigorous Eighth Prince

Li Changle heard this and looked at Jiang Fan. He shook his head and said, "If you really wanted to kill them, you wouldn't have waited until now. The one who really wanted them dead was Prince Ling. He wanted to sit on the throne, and me, my ninth brother, and my grandfather were the biggest obstacles."

"The assassins he sent out today might have killed everyone else in the palace. If it weren't for Sister Zhong Ling, my ninth brother, my mother, and I would have also been killed!"

At this point, Li Changle held Jiang Fan's hand and said with a complicated look in his eyes: "Even if you killed them... I won't blame you! Because... since they chose this path, they should bear the consequences they deserve!"

Hearing this, Jiang Fan sighed and patted the back of Li Changle's hand.

He could actually kill Situ Yun and his son. The reason why he didn't kill them and Prince Ling was not only because he wanted to catch them all in one fell swoop, but also because he wanted to let them kill each other.

Prince Ling wanted to become the emperor, and Situ Yun and his son were the biggest obstacle. Jiang Fan even guessed that the other party would attack tonight, so the three of them would definitely die tonight.

"Their attack is fierce. I'm afraid we can't hold on for long! You died here because of me. Do you... regret it?" Li Changle looked at Jiang Fan and said seriously.

She seemed to want to see something from Jiang Fan's eyes.

Hearing this, Jiang Fan looked at her with a smile and said, "I, Jiang Fan, have never regretted anything I have done. Besides, I have three beauties to accompany me to die... I will have no regrets even if I die!"

Having said that, Jiang Fan looked at Zhong Ling and Xu Yexing.

Upon hearing this, the light in Li Changle's eyes brightened. She heard the answer she wanted to hear, and that was enough!

Zhong Ling sighed and looked at Jiang Fan tenderly.

Xu Yexing glanced at Jiang Fan coquettishly. This guy was still flirting with her at this time.

"Sister Zhong Ling and I are masters. It's very easy for us to escape! So, you just be a pair of star-crossed mandarin ducks! We won't get involved!" Xu Yexing said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan looked at Xu Yexing, who seemed to be jealous, with some embarrassment, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond to her.

Not far away, the Chu brothers looked at each other and gave Jiang Fan a thumbs up.

This guy was always flirting with women. However, they also had to admire Jiang Fan's ability to flirt with women.

He even attracted the Beimeng National Master to be his bodyguard, and the killer Xue Meigui from the Xueyun Tower was completely devoted to him.

Even the current Queen of Great Western is in love with him. They have to admire this guy's ability to pick up girls!

"You don't have to worry, you will know soon! Lao Ba dares to lead this group of people to attack, so he must be prepared!" Chu Chengxiong said at this time.

As soon as his voice came out, an explosion was heard from a distance, followed by a shout of killing.

Prince Ling was directing his men to attack the palace wall. Although they had not yet succeeded in getting through, they had managed to get to the bottom of the wall several times. Many rope hooks were thrown in.

Even though these rope hooks were eventually thrown out by the defending Dayan army, it was a good start and they were not far from capturing Qingyuan Palace.

But at this moment, there was a sound of fighting behind him, accompanied by a violent explosion. Prince Ling's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he looked behind him in some surprise.

Logically speaking, with 300,000 troops dispatched together, our side should be able to hold out for a while, and may even be able to completely block the Dayan army outside the palace.

But who would have thought that things would change so quickly. We hadn't even captured Qingyuan Palace, but the area behind was obviously lost.

How could he know that when he thought everything was ready, the Yan army ambushed at the east gate defeated the 150,000-strong army that was blocking them in a short period of time.

The 150,000-strong army could not stop the attacks from three directions, and with the terrifying weapons in the hands of the Dayan army, the battle was almost one-sided.

When the Yan army approached, they completely lost the will to resist and surrendered one after another.

The hundreds of thousands of Yan troops attacked the palace at the fastest speed, and the rest were collecting prisoners.

Nearly 80,000 to 90,000 people attacked the palace, and the Dashi Army guarding outside the palace only organized a few effective resistances before they collapsed completely.

Who could have the courage to fight under the baptism of artillery fire and bullets? In addition, the combat effectiveness of the Dayan army was too strong, so strong that their soldiers would die if they went up to them. Under such psychological pressure, those who wanted to survive would of course choose to surrender.

Tens of thousands of people rushed in, and Prince Ling's defense line collapsed. He overestimated the combat effectiveness of his soldiers and underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Great Yan Army.

He thought that with 300,000 men against 140,000 Great Yan troops, even if they couldn't win, they could still hold out for a while. As long as Jiang Fan was killed, the outcome would be decided.

But who would have thought that in front of modern weapons, his soldiers were like chickens and dogs. They were simply vulnerable.

Just as Prince Ling looked behind him in astonishment, he saw his soldiers falling down in large numbers, with countless artillery fire falling among them. More than half of the more than 10,000 people he brought to surround Qingyuan Palace were killed or wounded in the blink of an eye.

The remaining people wanted to flee, but found that there was no way to escape. In fear and despair, the people behind began to kneel down and surrender, as if they were infected, and the rest of the people surrendered one after another.

Even if Prince Ling killed several people, he could not stop the surrender. Everyone even stayed away from Prince Ling, leaving only Prince Ling and nearly a hundred of his confidants in the middle.

In addition to those who surrendered to the Dashi Army, the Dayan Army also surrounded them and trapped Prince Ling and his nearly 100 men in the middle.

Seeing that he was surrounded by the Yan army, Prince Ling's face was filled with shock and disbelief. He had never imagined that he would be defeated so quickly.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were unable to stop the Yan army, which was less than twice their number.

At this time, the gate of Qingyuan Palace opened, and Jiang Fan walked out, followed by three women and a group of white-robed soldiers.

Seeing Jiang Fan coming out, Prince Ling showed a look of unwillingness on his face, but he still smiled bitterly and looked at Jiang Fan.

"Jiang Fan...you won...I am not as good as you!" He looked at Jiang Fan dejectedly, as if he had lost all his energy.

Now he was defeated, completely defeated, and there was no possibility of recovery. He now vaguely understood why Jiang Fan did not kill them in the square outside the palace!

At that time, Jiang Fan had a huge advantage and could kill them at any time.

But Jiang Fan did not do so. He just led him to make a last attempt.

After all, if we killed them at that time, we would not be able to eradicate the root of the problem, and we might even be criticized. Killing them would also be unfair and unreasonable!

But now, they intended to rebel and murder the new king, a crime enough to kill him a thousand or ten thousand times.