After leaving the Bian Jing Palace, he met Li Zhongxiao and a hundred guards who came to support him.

Zhao Kai pulled Li Zhongxiao over.

The team continued to move forward, and Zhao Kai was responsible for explaining to the confused Li Zhongxiao.

"How's the situation at the Bianliang City defense line?"

"The Jin soldiers have gone crazy. In less than half an hour, they left behind over 5,000 corpses. Now it seems that they are planning to attack simultaneously, attacking from both inside and outside, and taking down Bianliang City in one fell swoop."

"Your Majesty, truly, truly, if we attack from both inside and outside, Bianliang City cannot be defended. Jin Wushu's men are all elite soldiers and generals."

The closer they got to the city gate, the clearer the sounds of artillery fire and fighting became, and more and more people from Bianliang came to help defend the city.

There was no one to maintain order, and the surrounding people spontaneously made way for a passage. A huge explosion was heard in the city of Bianliang, and many people had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Although no one had ever seen the empress and princess, their identities were not difficult to guess since they could ride in the emperor's special sedan chair and were guarded by Zhao Kai, Niu Gao and others.

"Bianliang City can definitely be defended."

Zhu Lian's hoarse voice was particularly penetrating: "As long as the city is alive, the people will survive. If the city is destroyed, the people will perish. Your Majesty's words always count. I am Empress Zhu Lian, and this is our daughter Zhao Xi."

"come on!"

Just at this moment, on the bell tower, Li Shishi, dressed in mourning, beat the war drum.

The north wind blows, the war drums beat, I have a wife, so who am I afraid of?

That night, countless citizens and soldiers guarding the city of Bianliang remembered the seemingly weak but very strong woman. They watched her climb the city wall step by step, patrol the top of the city wall step by step, and watched her hair turn from black to snow-white step by step.

By daybreak, the Song army had repelled thirteen waves of attacks from the Jin army, and the city walls were dyed red with blood.

Zhu Lian's hair turned white overnight.