The old eyes of the ancestors of the Yuan family looked very magical at this moment.

He seemed to have seen some treasure.

"Old thief, come with your life!"

Zhao Yan felt a little uncomfortable by his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and it was still a very dangerous thing.

Therefore, he wanted to end this strange feeling immediately, and subconsciously felt that only by killing the ancestor of the Yuan family would this problem be solved.

"Hahahaha, Zhao Yan, I'm waiting for me, I'll come back!"

The eyes of the ancestors of the Yuan family flashed, and they didn't know what was spilled out in their hands. The people around them couldn't see clearly in their instant.

Then, the person disappeared.

Zhao Yan looked at the blood that had not yet been killed, and his brows frowned deeply.

"The old thief Yuan is dead. If you take action again, you will chase the old thief Yuan tonight!"

Zhao Yan pointed his sword tip straight to the sky, and roared, and the sound rang through the entire battlefield, and even the people in the city who were slightly closer to the city gate could hear it.

Half of the 100,000 soldiers and horses brought by the ancestors of the Yuan family have died, and there are still 50,000 people.

The aides of the King of Zhenbei are still alive at this moment and are being kept tightly guarded by a group of soldiers.

"All the soldiers obey the orders, don't be confused by Zhao Yan's words. If you don't take action, the result will be the same. But if everyone unites, we still have a chance to break through the city gate. The prince is waiting for everyone in the city! Everyone rushes!"

The staff of the King of Zhenbei shouted loudly.

Zhao Yan looked over, raised the sword in his hand, narrowed his eyes and aimed. Before everyone could react, the staff member's sword stabbed him in the throat after he shouted.

This scene happened so quickly, and really, no one present could react much.

Immediately afterwards, the people around Zhao Yan pulled up their bows and shot at the people who were protecting their aides together.

In this way, there were only about 50,000 soldiers left at the Xicheng Gate. They no longer had the leader, and they were like a pile of loose sand, allowing Zhao Yan's people to deal with it.

It’s not that they dare not resist, but that everyone cherishes their lives and that everyone is the son of Dayan.

Even if the Zhenbei King succeeded in rebelling, these little soldiers would still be little soldiers, and their identities would not be many.

If Zhao Yan is caught, they may not be able to be soldiers anymore, but they believe that Zhao Yan will not kill them.

Maybe, they will be put back to their hometown and fend for themselves.

"Liuguang, give orders to count the battlefield, then watch these people, and wait for this king to come back!"

Zhao Yan walked to his aide, picked up his sword, and then ordered Liu Guang.

After giving the order, he rode a horse and led a small group of people to the south gate.

At this moment, at the south gate, Du Wan'er and the people of Zhenbei King were still in a stalemate.

The King of Zhenbei no longer allowed someone to attack, retreated to a safe area, and the artillery was beyond the range.

Du Wan'er did not waste artillery, did not waste arrows, and even stones did not want to waste them.

It is very hard for the soldiers to transport stones, and the stone is not inexhaustible.

"Du Wan'er, let Zhao Yan come to see me! He wouldn't want to stay out all day today and hide behind you, a little girl, movie!"
Chapter completed!