Wang Jia has already left.

I found a secluded corner, climbed down the city wall, and left as quickly as possible.

Now the adjutant is the real commander here. He is not in a hurry to defend the city wall. Instead, he immediately sends people to light the beacon towers. All seven beacon towers are lit, and the smoke rises tall, like a person. As long as the reinforcements see it, they will send people to help.

It's too late now; the city walls have already fallen.

The adjutant had the remaining centurions summoned before him, and a fierce battle ensued. These centurions were covered in blood, their bodies riddled with wounds, and they were all in a sorry state.

"Enough with the unnecessary words. The rest of you, put down your crossbows. You take your men and grab short weapons. You take your men and grab the Golden Elixir. Pour the Golden Elixir onto the city walls as quickly as possible, then throw out the torches. The city is definitely falling. We need to be prepared and buy time... so that the Protector-General... can escape." The adjutant's brow trembled.

The centurion cursed, "To hell with these rich and powerful families! If I have a next life, I definitely won't let them mess with me!"

These men weren't fools; the previous orders were utterly absurd. It was obvious who had carried them out. And now that bastard Wang Jia had vanished again. The centurions could immediately grasp the whole story.

The reason Wang Jia, that scoundrel, was so enthusiastic was because the Wang family of Shangrao had sent him here to gain experience and prestige. He was eager to succeed, wanted to prove himself, and thought he was a military genius, so he ignored practical experience.

Now, however, it has harmed more than a thousand people at this border.

The adjutant sighed.

"Brother Zhao, why don't you retreat too! We'll take some men and give you time to stall for time." The centurion had been with his adjutant since his early years, so he used the old title.

The adjutant laughed upon hearing this. His gaze gradually turned cold as he looked at Li Ningshan and his group in the distance. He gritted his teeth and said, "I, Zhao Yi, have never been a deserter in my life! Fight! If I can survive and get my parents out, I'll definitely cut off Wang Jia's head for all my brothers to pay for it!"

Wang Jia was a protector-in-chief who was parachuted in to gain experience; he was the adjutant. But he had fought alongside these brothers on the frontier, from the very beginning to the very end. Later, their protector-in-chief died in the war, and the brothers originally thought Zhao Yi would be promoted, but unfortunately, someone from a powerful family was parachuted in instead.

Sigh, Zhao Yi believed that this was fate.

Sending him to escape was out of the question; he had to take a gamble. If he survived, Zhao Yi would kill Wang Jia sooner or later—that was his way of giving his brothers an explanation.

Li Ningshan's men clung to him like maggots, disgustingly persistent.

On the city wall.

The fighting continued, and the deaths and injuries were endless.

The broth was poured down, and a fire broke out. Rolling stones tumbled and smashed against all sorts of people.

Zhao Yi's centurions led their men in a fierce battle; some died, while others struggled to hold on.

They were all in a terrible state under Li Ningshan and his group.

The city wall had been breached at some point, and fighting was still taking place on top of it.

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, grabbed a long sword, and went out. He fought with all his might, but soon collapsed heavily in the crowd.

Below the city wall.

Li Ningshan had already descended from the city wall and was now seated on his tall warhorse. He brandished his longsword, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said, "Damn it, get into Feng Dynasty, kidnap people from the academy, and leave!"

Before half an incense stick's time had passed, Li Ningshan had devoured Feng Chaobianguan and swaggered out into the street.

On the city wall, a centurion pulled a dying man from the blood. The man's eyelids were half open, and he had a severe wound on his body.

After Li Ningshan and his group left, the centurion helped the man away.

Inside the academy.

A mystical aura swirls around, and clouds and mist rise.

Ye Tian was fishing by the clear spring in the academy when Kong Chan rushed up and said anxiously, "Something has happened."

"Dean, what's the matter that's making you so anxious?" Ye Tian asked calmly.

Kong Chan said solemnly, "Ye Tian, ​​I have received news from the border that an enemy army has torn a gap in the Fengchao border and is heading straight for our academy."

Ye Tian was taken aback upon hearing this, then laughed and said, "What? He thinks he can come to the academy, kidnap us, and then leave Fengchao unscathed?"

Kong Chan said anxiously, "You don't understand the defensive capabilities of the Feng Dynasty, nor do you understand the distance between the Wu Dynasty and the Feng Dynasty."

"Our academy is right next to the Wu Dynasty's border. The one attacking us is Li Ningshan, who excels at rapid attacks. Once a breach is made, he can reach our academy very quickly. If we want reinforcements, we can only send troops from the capital. But as long as King Wu can block the border with his iron cavalry, he can prevent reinforcements from both counties. Our academy will then directly face Li Ningshan and his heavy cavalry!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Tian pondered for a while before nodding and saying, "The Dean is right. In your opinion, what should we do?"

Kong Chan decisively said, "The students of the academy are not good at fighting, and we cannot sacrifice them in vain. Although the great Confucian scholars of our academy are of high caliber, the enemy Li Ningshan is also of high caliber. Your only way is to talk to the people I have found. If you can reach an agreement, there may still be a chance."

"Who?" Ye Tian asked in confusion.

“Come with me. I can’t reveal his identity right now,” Kong Chan said.

Hearing this, Ye Tian had already roughly guessed who Kong Chan was referring to. However, this was indeed an opportunity for the Ruthless Sect. The ruling class of the Martial Dynasty was very sharp-tongued, clearly not giving Ye Tian and his group a chance. A battle between the Martial King and Ye Tian was inevitable.

Coincidentally, Feng Chao and Ye Tian found themselves in almost the same predicament as Ye Tian and his group, both being coerced by Wu Chao with force.

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