Meanwhile, Yicheng's city gates were tightly closed, and the city walls were lined with county soldiers. The Yicheng officials, led by Zhang Jie, all looked tense. They knew that if a real battle broke out, the county soldiers who usually guarded the city could not compare to the battle-hardened field army.
The key issue is that the Prince of Yan's mansion wields considerable power in the city. If they were to launch a coordinated attack from within and without, how could such a large city like Yicheng be defended?
So Zhang Jie also made various appeals to the other party to calm down, saying there was a misunderstanding.
Unfortunately, these measures did not have any effect.
At this moment, in the ranks of the Yan King's army outside the city, Prince Zhao Huang, the heir of the Yan King, rode on a tall horse. He waved his hand, and the drums of his troops sounded loudly. The army was filled with murderous intent and slowly approached Yi City with heavy steps. To those on the city gate, the sound of their footsteps was like a death knell.
Xiao Jianren, Zhang Zitong, and other embroidered-robed envoys also arrived at the city tower, their identities dictating their responsibility to assist in defending the territory.
As they saw the dark mass of troops approaching, their hearts pounded. They usually only faced a few experts, and had never seen anything like this on the battlefield. In this situation, individual combat strength was almost negligible. If a real fight broke out, every breath might be the last moment of their lives.
They were also filled with despair. Where was the Eleventh Lord? Why hadn't he appeared yet?
However, they also knew that even if the Eleventh Lord arrived, it would be of no use in this situation.
At this moment, Zu'an was observing the Yan King's army. Having been in this world for so long, this seemed to be the first time he had ever seen a scene on the battlefield.
Strictly speaking, neither the private army of the Chu family in Mingyue City nor the Imperial Guards they have been leading these days have fought on the battlefield.
The Yan King's army, as expected of a force that has fought against foreign tribes and rebels for a long time, exudes a palpable killing intent that would terrify many cultivation experts, preventing them from unleashing their true strength.
Their formation was so tight, their armor so fine... every detail revealed that it was even superior to the Chu family's private army in Mingyue City back then.
He also noticed that the Yan King's army had many cannon-like objects, but they were covered with various runes, clearly a combination of the cultivation world and firearms.
Blue light was also flashing around the walls of Yicheng, indicating that a defensive formation had been activated. It was unclear how long the demoralized county soldiers could hold out.
Zaun didn't linger any longer; once a fight broke out, it would be too difficult to stop.
War is cruel; no matter the outcome, it is always the soldiers and civilians at the bottom who suffer.
"Stop!" He flew directly above the Yan King's army formation. With his current cultivation level, his shout was enough to reach every corner of the battlefield.
The Yan King's army quickly spotted him, and soon a line of soldiers raised their crossbows and aimed them at him.
Looking at the dark light on those shoulders and the runic glow on the arrow shafts, Zuan's eyelids twitched. If he were to be attacked by such a concentrated army, even with his abilities, he could only temporarily avoid their sharp edge.
Xiao Jianren and Zhang Zitong on the city wall were overjoyed: "It's Lord Eleven! Lord Eleven has arrived!"
After numerous experiences, they developed an inexplicable trust in Gold Medal Eleven, as if his arrival provided them with a pillar of support.
Prince Zhao Huang, the heir apparent of the Prince of Yan, raised his hand, pausing his men's firing. He had clearly recognized him: "Eleventh Lord, you actually dare to appear before me. This is truly unexpected."
Many people nearby said indignantly, "Your Highness, this is the man who plotted to frame the Prince of Yan."
Zu An said calmly, "Young Master, Lord Sun, do you know what your actions today are called? Rebellion is punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jie and the others on the city gate couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads. This Gold Medal Eleven was truly a tiger; how dare he provoke the other side at such a critical juncture?
As expected, Zhao Huang's face twitched: "I don't know what our fate will be, but your fate today will definitely not be good."
Anger from Zhao Huang: +444 +444 +444...
Sun Xun, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "We have come here only to seek justice for the Prince of Yan and to get him out. If Lord Eleven can persuade Zhang Jie to release the Prince of Yan, it will be good for everyone."
Naturally, one of them had to play the good cop and the other the bad cop.
Zuan shook his head: "If we agree to your conditions when you raise an army to force us, then everyone will follow suit, and wouldn't the world be in chaos?"
Zhang Jie and the others on the city wall all looked at each other strangely. Even if what you said is true, you can't go around saying it.
Such a blunt rejection is disrespectful; where does that leave their pride?
As expected, Zhao Huang flew into a rage: "Since that's the case, today I'll use you, the culprit, as a sacrifice!"
Anger from Zhao Huang: +666 +666 +666...
With that, he waved his hand, and countless arrows that were already aimed at Zaun shot out, their bodies glowing blue and carrying a destructive intent, covering every corner where he could possibly dodge.
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