On the eve of the siege, Yan Sikong was resting in the tent when Feng Ye, who should have been too busy to leave, suddenly appeared.

Yan Sikong didn't even raise his eyelids and said calmly: "The Wolf King should be sleeping on his weapons and busy with his military duties, how come he still has time to come and see me?"

Feng Ye said, "It wants to see you." Then he pushed open the curtain with one hand, and a giant one-eyed wolf with silver and gray hair walked in slowly.

"Hun'er!" Yan Sikong's face finally showed a hint of color due to excitement, and there was a rare joy in his eyes.

Feng Hun walked up to Yan Sikong and rubbed him with his big head.

Yan Sikong grabbed its thick fur and looked into its eyes: "Hun'er, I didn't expect to see you again." The giant wolf was still as majestic as before, but he could vaguely see that Feng Hun was a little different from before.

It has become thinner, walks more slowly, and is not as energetic as before.

Feng Ye sat next to Feng Hun and stroked its back with his big hand: "It's old. Few wolves can live to the age of 20. If it were a human, it would be over 100 years old."

Yan Sikong touched Feng Hun's face with his forehead and said softly, "Hun'er, are you old?" When they met for the first time, Feng Hun was in his prime and Feng Ye was still a teenager.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

Feng Hun let out a soft "whoosh" and licked Yan Sikong with his tongue.

Yan Sikong couldn't suppress his sadness. He asked, "Are you still going to take it to the battlefield?"

"Yes." Feng Ye's voice was very gentle. "Wearing armor and standing in the center of the army is the most majestic and happiest moment for it. I will take it with me until it can't walk anymore."

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Hun's neck tightly and closed his eyes. Humans are different from wolves. Humans can still see obvious aging from their appearance, but wolves don't change much. In his mind, Feng Hun seemed to always be young, strong, and heroic. He found it difficult to accept that the life in his arms was already aging.

The desolation and powerlessness of being unable to stop the passage of time filled Yan Sikong's heart.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong steadily, his eyes flashing with sadness.

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At dawn, 300,000 troops gathered outside the Forbidden City.

Armor and armor stretched to the sky, spears formed a forest, and even if one looked from a high place, one could not see the end of the place.

In the center of the army, a large tricolor banner was fluttering in the cold wind of early spring. The left side was blue, the right side was white, each with a blue dragon and a white tiger embroidered on it. The center was red, with a roaring wolf head coiled on it, lifelike and terrifying.

This flag represents the commander-in-chief of the three armies. Standing under the flag and sitting on the horse is none other than the world-famous and fear-inspiring Wolf King.

To the right of Feng Ye follows a giant one-eyed wolf in soft armor. As he conquers cities and territories and is invincible in battles, he has become a legend among the people. To his left is his most capable and brother-like general, Que Wang.

Yan Sikong recovered quickly, but Feng Ye still did not allow him to ride a horse. He insisted on watching the Feng family army attack the city. What's more, "Quewang" was here, and even if he could not lead the troops due to his injuries, he could still stabilize the military spirit and boost morale.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, looking at the city wall not far away, and the guards on the city tower who were waiting in full battle array. He thought about how when Langxiong escaped, he was only accompanied by two thousand soldiers of the Feng family army. Today he returned with three hundred thousand heavy troops. He had endured countless hardships and countless humiliations. At this moment, when he finally got what he wanted, how "refreshing" it was.

A heroic spirit suddenly arose in Feng Ye's chest and soared into the sky.

Yan Sikong said: "The Wolf King must be very proud at this moment."

"Why not."

"In recent years, natural disasters have occurred frequently, and wars have been raging one after another. Dasheng may have really reached its end."

"The army is in trouble." Feng Ye sneered, "Many of these troubles are related to you."

"I wish to destroy before I build, I wish to end war with war, I wish to scrape the bones and heal the wounds of Da Sheng, and ask for a sage ruler to punish the criminals and comfort the people, and to restore the country. If I am wrong..." Yan Sikong's voice was almost ethereal, "Then I was wrong about you, so I will never be redeemed."

"What do you think of me?" Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong.

"I believe that you always have the interests of your country and your people in your heart."

Feng Ye raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly: "I am willing to protect this world, but this world must be mine."

Yan Sikong looked ahead in a daze.

Feng Ye slowly drew out his sword, letting the blade rub against the scabbard, making a chilling sound. Finally, the silver blade "swish" across the dark blue sky, as if splitting the sky and earth in an instant. The sun broke through the clouds at just the right time, shining brightly on the mountains and rivers!

The sound of war drums was like thunder from the sky, piercing through the thick breastplate and striking the heart and lungs, making one's blood boil!

Feng Ye's eyes widened, veins popped out on his forehead, and the majestic Forbidden City was reflected in his eyes that seemed to want to eat people. It was being dragged into the bottomless abyss of desire. Feng Ye growled: "Attack--"

The next moment, horns and drums blared, and arrows rained down, creating an impenetrable net of death above their heads. It carried Mitian's murderous intent, penetrated their armor, and pierced their flesh and bones.

The army surged like a dark wave, with the force of an overwhelming force.

The moat of the Forbidden City was well-repaired and dredged. It was twenty zhang wide and five zhang deep, far too deep to be crossed by the bridge built with a suspension bridge as in the past. In order to cross the moat, Feng Ye brought ten covered carts, each of which was carrying huge stones weighing thousands of tons and were pushed by hundreds of soldiers into the moat.

On the city walls, sharp arrows came like locusts, covering the sky. The shield-armored infantry protected the carriage soldiers and archers, and advanced towards the moat step by step under thousands of arrows. Flesh and bloody bodies fell frequently, and more soldiers on horses kept hitting them. The arrows scattered all over their bodies and the ground were like hedgehog hairs. Unfortunately, they were not here to protect their hosts, but to take their lives.

The corpses were scattered all over the ground, and boxcars were pushed into the moat one after another. From sunrise to nearly noon, the water in the moat overflowed, and boxcars after boxcars were used to fill up a path. By this point, the death toll had reached tens of thousands.

The engineers built a plank bridge on the stones used to fill the trench as quickly as possible, and the artillerymen braved the rain of arrows and pushed the Fengshen cannon across the moat fearlessly.

At Feng Ye's command, hundreds of thousands of troops advanced, and the earth shook.

After crossing the moat, both the enemy and our army finally came within the range of each other's artillery. Suddenly, the artillery fire roared, smashing hideous scars on the city walls and blooming scarlet buds on the ground.

Siege vehicles, catapults, and ladders drove towards the city walls one after another.

The soldiers charged forward under the arrows and artillery fire, launching a relentless attack on the tall city walls and tightly closed city gates.

That was the most grand, intense and brutal battle Yan Sikong had ever seen in his life.

The sky was filled with gunpowder smoke, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like a river. Fengye had invested everything in this battle, and it was related to whether the country would change its name and whether the world would change its master.

This battle lasted from sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to moonrise.

The first person to climb the city wall was Feng Yexu, Wanhu Hou. At first, countless people clung to him like ants, and rocks, wood blocks, hot oil, and boiling water came down at the same time, causing countless casualties. Gradually, no one dared to go up, and some even began to think of retreating.

Feng Ye marked the ground with a sword, and anyone who dared to retreat across this line would be killed!

Under the city wall, the corpses of the soldiers gradually piled up into a small hill. The Feng family army climbed up by stepping on the bodies of their comrades, and finally the first person climbed onto the city wall.

The beats of the war drums became more rapid, morale was boosted, and they rushed forward in droves.

Feng Ye gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his whole body shaking.

The Feng family’s army has ascended the city!

Yan Sikong was also staring at the city tower defense line that was about to be defeated, and he almost forgot to breathe.

The army was hungry like a tiger, wishing they could swallow the enemy whole. They rushed up the city wall in waves, and finally opened the city gate from inside.

At Feng Ye's command, the army rushed into the city gate with shouts of killing that shook the sky.

After eight hours of bloody fighting, Feng's army broke through the outer wall of the Forbidden City.

At this time, the Wolf King Feng Ye was only separated from the supreme imperial power that ruled the world by an inner city wall.