After the lady died, the general slaughtered the city

The wound on his face scalded by the branding iron had already festered, and Ruan Jiubao could no longer feel the pain. He just stretched out his dry tongue to lick his chapped lips.

In my ears are the yelling and scolding of the two armies in front of the battle, but he was first whipped half to death with a whip soaked in salt water, and then tied up with thick hemp rope and hung on the tower to threaten the opponent. It was the Generalissimo who conquered the West this time, and even the husband who had abandoned him for many years.

He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his throat was dry, but it couldn't compare to the pain in Ruan Jiubao's heart.

"How could he give up a city for me." He would yell and kill me even if I broke his sweetheart's teacup.

The leader of the rebel army used to work with Yan Xiucheng, and he had heard a few ears about the uproar of the Yan family more than ten years ago.

The second master of the Yan family took a male wife and was still a small country bumpkin.But this little country bumpkin was dishonest, and he ran away shortly after giving birth to the child. Yan Xiucheng raised the child by himself and never mentioned the matter of continuing to take it. In the eyes of the rebel leader, it was already affectionate.

"Yan Xiucheng, I have a predestined relationship with your wife. You have guarded him for most of your life and told me to meet him in the remote place of Bianzhou. Now your wife's life and the choice of Bianzhou city are in your hands. Just look at Yan. How did the Marshal decide?"

Yan Xiucheng remained silent, staring at the thin man covered in blood on the tower with red eyes.He thought with all his heart that even with his Nine Treasures, he would be able to live well for the rest of his life.

"Father? This is?"

Beside Yan Xiucheng, a young man with a handsome face asked in disbelief when he heard the word Madam.

"That's... your father."

Yan Lang raised his head and looked at the people on the tower, muttering: "Daddy? Daddy..."

The leader of the rebel army pulled Ruan Jiubao's messy hair, forcing him to raise his head,

"Look, the little general next to Marshal Yan is your son. Do you want to reunite with his father and son? Tell Yan Xiucheng to go back to the capital, and I will let you go."

The lifeless man who had just paid back suddenly twisted his neck and bit his wrist fiercely, refusing to let go until he saw blood.

"TNND! A trash dares to act presumptuously in front of me!" The leader of the rebel army mercilessly punched Ruan Jiubao's scalded cheek.

Ruan Jiubao let go of the pain and vomited a big mouthful of blood.

"Father! You save daddy! My child begs you, please help..." Yan Lang's voice gradually trailed off. He followed his father to fight in the north and south since he was a child, how could he not understand his temperament.

Lord Zhen Guo has always been strict in running the army, and the most important thing is to take care of the overall situation, how can he give up the whole city for one person?But that was his father, the father he had never seen in more than ten years.

Yan Xiucheng, who was silent for a while, finally spoke. His middle-aged voice was as thick as before, and his words were as heartless as before.

"If you want to kill or slash, please listen and respect!"

"Father!" Yan Lang jumped off the horse and knelt down beside Yan Xiucheng.

Even if you don't save Father, don't speak so harshly.

Ruan Jiubao held his last breath and looked at the little general, but his eyes were so wet that he couldn't see clearly even if he squinted.

The little glutinous rice dumpling he gave birth to with all his life is so big that he is still a good boy who went to battle to kill the enemy and defend his family and country.

As for himself, he was beaten and abused by his relatives when he was a child, fell in love with a heartless person when he was young, and ran away in despair, and lived in the wilderness for half his life. dismissive.

Fortunately, his son still has a place for him in his heart, but my son, Dad really wants to see what you look like, but Dad can't hold it anymore.

Ruan Jiubao finally swallowed his breath.The injury was too severe. He had been depressed for years, and his body was already broken. It was only a fluke that he could persist until today.

"Father!" Yan Lang's mournful cry resounded outside the entire city of Bianzhou.

The Yan family's army heard that Qiqi knelt down, with a sad face.

The person in the first place stood still, and no one in the [-] Yan family army knew about it. Yan Xiucheng, who was still indifferent just now, burst into tears instantly.

"Pfft! Cough...cough cough..."

"Father?"

Yan Xiucheng wiped off the remaining blood around his mouth, it must be the feeling of heartache.

He chuckled, forced to suppress the heart-piercing pain, and took the bow and arrow by the side of the horse.

The rebels in the city retreated from Dongzhou to Bianzhou, but it was at the end of their battle. Now there are only 3000 rebels in the city, and the chips in their hands are dead.

The leader of the rebel army was helpless, so he turned and fled.But it's not as fast as Yan Xiucheng's sharp arrow.

Yan Xiucheng sat upright on the horse, and fired three arrows at once, one arrow pierced the helmet of the rebel leader, and the other two hit his left and right shoulder blades.

The leader of the rebel army was nailed to the city wall and could not move.

Yan Xiucheng's voice was thick but without any ups and downs: "The rebels in the city, those who surrender, can live! Those who resist, kill!"

"Yes!" The roar of thirty thousand cavalry wanted to pierce the sky, tearing the hearts of the people in the city.

It's funny to say that Bianzhou City was taken down without a single soldier.