Open the door? That would be like inviting a wolf into the house. If Xijing is lost, the consequences will be disastrous!
He stared at the triumphant Yang Yan and the trembling Yin Xuan below the city, his brain working rapidly.
The battle of Bailuyuan is in full swing, and there is no way that reinforcements can arrive immediately.
Although there were a lot of defenders in the city, most of the elite had already been transferred by Tian Zun to fight in Linzhou and have not returned yet.
Morale was also shaken by the capture of the King of Han.
"Yang Yan, the traitor!"
Zhang Zhongfang's voice was like a bell, suppressing the commotion on the city walls. "You have kidnapped the prince, and you deserve to die! You want to use this to force me to surrender the city? You are wishful thinking!"
"Your Highness the King of Han is a descendant of the royal family, and he will be blessed by heaven!"
"If you dare to harm His Highness, the imperial army will descend one day to exterminate your entire clan and turn your bones into ashes!"
He must keep the army's morale stable and not show weakness.
At the same time, a bold and risky plan was brewing in his mind.
Yang Yan sneered from below the city walls: "Zhang Zhongfang! Stop your rhetoric! I only ask you, will you open the city gates? I'll count to five! If you don't, I'll cut off the King of Han's arm first, and open your eyes!"
"one!"
"two!"
The cold sound of counting sounded like a death knell.
Prince Yinxuan of Han had sweat on his forehead and looked at the top of the city wall pitifully.
The soldiers on the city wall all looked at Zhang Zhongfang.
"Three... Four..."
Yang Yan's cold voice was like the tongue of a poisonous snake, lingering in the hearts of every defender on the city wall of Xijing.
Prince Yinxuan of Han whimpered in despair, tears streaming down his face. He no longer had any dignity of a royal noble.
The defenders on the city wall were even more agitated. Some new recruits could not even hold their weapons steadily, and their eyes were terrified as they looked at Zhang Zhongfang and the King of Han below the city.
Veins bulged on Zhang Zhongfang's forehead, and cold sweat soaked his lining.
Yang Yan's evil plan forced him into a desperate situation!
Time seemed to stand still, and every second seemed so long.
Just as Yang Yan was about to spit out the number "five", Zhang Zhongfang took a deep breath and shouted:
"Shut up! Traitor Yang Yan!"
This roar was like thunder, instantly suppressing the commotion on the city wall and Yang Yan's counting.
Everyone's eyes were focused on him.
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