After Feng Ye fell asleep, Yan Sikong returned to the city tower.

It was late at night, but the city walls were brightly lit. Yuan Nanyu had changed into a suit of armor and was discussing something with Liang Huiyong on the top of the city wall.

Yan Sikong climbed up the city wall and asked anxiously, "What's the situation?"

"No movement yet." Liang Huiyong replied.

Yan Sikong looked down from the city wall and saw that the Zhuoletai army was outside the range of arrows. After a day of fierce fighting, the enemy must be extremely exhausted. Moreover, it was dark at this time and it was not suitable to attack the city. They were waiting for dawn.

"How is the Wolf King?" Yuan Nanyu asked.

"He's awake. Sect Leader Que gave him medicine and said he can eat after he wakes up." Yan Sikong took a deep breath, "Yu'er, thank you so much..."

"Second brother." Yuan Nanyu blinked, "We agreed on this before."

Yan Sikong nodded, changed the subject, and asked in a low voice: "How is the morale of the soldiers?"

Yuan Nanyu's face suddenly tensed up. "There are rumors in the army that the Wolf King is seriously injured and has passed away. I have already arrested two people to question them, but...my mouth alone is not enough. The less they see Feng Ye, the more they will suspect him."

"I'm worried that the news of his injury has spread." Yan Sikong couldn't help but worry, "The impact of this incident will definitely affect the capital."

Yuan Nanyu also felt helpless.

At this time, Feng's army was under attack from all sides, including the Jin soldiers, Chen Yi, the imperial court, and the people. If the news that Feng Ye was in danger of death spread throughout the world, the enemies would surely become restless and the morale of the army would also be weakened.

This is simply adding insult to injury.

Yan Sikong said solemnly: "When his injury has stabilized, let him come out to supervise the battle. Before that, you will lead the troops."

"For now, this is the only way."

The two brothers looked out of the city at the same time, watching the flickering lights of fire in the dark army. They were like the eyes of thousands of wild beasts lurking in the darkness, filled with sinister murderous intent, waiting for an opportunity to pounce and tear them into pieces.

——

As daylight broke, the Jin soldiers began to transport wood to the front of the moat, apparently intending to use sheepskin tires to build a bridge to help the city machinery pass through.

So after a night of peace, the war broke out again.

With Yuan Nanyu around, the Feng family army and the Guangning army cooperated more tacitly, but the number of Jin soldiers was too large. After they repelled one group, the next group would come, as if there was no end.

At this time, Feng Ye's guards climbed up to the top of the city wall, found Yan Sikong, and whispered in his ear: "The Wolf King has woken up and is looking for Lord Yan everywhere."

Yan Sikong observed the battle situation. At this time, they were the ones fighting while the Jin soldiers were resisting. With Yuan Nanyu and Liang Huiyong supervising the battle, he was dispensable. He was afraid that Feng Ye would not be able to see him and his vitality would be lost. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to go back and take a look.

After informing Yuan Nanyu, Yan Sikong hurried back.

He originally thought that seeing Feng Ye getting better would be the only good news in these days, but after opening the door, the scene in front of him shocked him.

Feng Ye did not lie down on the bed, but sat on the soft couch where Feng Hun slept.

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong ran over hurriedly, but saw that Feng Ye's face was pale, with a pool of blood on the chest of his pure white underwear. He was staring at Feng Hun with red eyes.

And Feng Hun also looked at Feng Ye with its blue-grey single eye. It seemed that it didn't even have the strength to blink. Every time it closed its eyes, it had to open them slowly.

Yan Sikong felt a little nervous, walked up to him slowly, squatted down slowly, and whispered, "You can't get out of bed yet."

Feng Ye's voice trembled: "It has been with me for... twenty years. We have been together since it was born..."

Yan Sikong's nose felt sore. He put his hand on Feng Hun's body, feeling his weak, almost imperceptible breathing.

It was once so strong and so majestic.

But in this world, no one can defeat time.

"We drank milk from a she-wolf. She was born the biggest, smartest, and closest to me..." Feng Ye said with tears in his eyes, "She is my brother, and she is the real wolf king."

Yan Sikong said uncomfortably: "It has been waiting for you to wake up."

Feng Ye's tears fell, and he choked up and said, "Hun'er, you... go away, you don't have to suffer anymore."

Feng Hun let out a low "howl", as if using up all his strength, raised his head, and licked the tears on Feng Ye's face.

Feng Ye grabbed its fur tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Go, go, I will avenge you, I will..." He leaned over and hugged Feng Hun's neck, crying, "Hun'er, come back to me in the next life."

Feng Hun gulped and closed his eyes quietly.

Yan Sikong turned his face away uncomfortably, and the fur against his palm no longer rose or fell.

Feng Ye hugged the giant wolf tightly. The wolf king, who was once so powerful and majestic, was now curled up like a child, trembling and crying silently.

Yan Sikong wiped his face and said sadly: "Feng Ye, your wound is bleeding, you must call a doctor. Our lives were saved by Hun'er, you must not let it down."

Seeing that Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to him, Yan Sikong had no choice but to forcefully pull his arm away: "Feng Ye, you have to stay alive to avenge Hun'er, you have to stay alive!"

Feng Ye's face was ashen and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

Yan Sikong carried Feng Ye to the bed and called the doctor from the mansion to re-bandage Feng Ye's wounds.

The guard looked at the wolf sleeping peacefully on the ground, not knowing what to do.

Yan Sikong winked and said, "I'll take care of it."

After the doctor left, Yan Sikong sat down in front of the bed and said in a deep voice: "I know you are very sad, but now you must take care of yourself, for Huner, for the Feng family army, and for Liaodong."

Feng Ye said softly, "Hun'er never wanted to be sick and bedridden. It died on the battlefield. It was a worthy death."

"It has been holding on all the time. Fortunately, you woke up. It said goodbye to you and can rest in peace now."

The grief in Feng Ye's eyes gradually turned into hatred: "Where is the gold thief?"

Yan Sikong summarized what happened during the time he was unconscious, and finally said: "Zhuoletai is building a bridge, and it won't be long before he will officially attack the city."

"And I'm still lying on this couch." Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "The news that I was shot by an arrow will surely cause unrest in the army. No, I have to..." As he spoke, he was about to get up.

Yan Sikong quickly grabbed him and reprimanded him, "Do you know how much effort Yu'er and Sect Master Que put in to save your life? Now you must rest well and get better as soon as possible."

Feng Ye raised his eyes and looked at Yan Sikong, his gaze deep and heavy.

Yan Sikong let go of his hand: "Hun'er, what are you going to do..."

"I want to take it back to Datong," Feng Ye said hoarsely, "Let it return to the place where it was born."

"Once you've defeated the Jin soldiers, you can take it back to Datong."

Feng Ye was silent for a moment, then slowly reached out and held Yan Sikong's hand.

Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment but did not pull back.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong quietly. He opened his mouth but hesitated to speak.

Yan Sikong said calmly: "Just say whatever you want to say."

"...You haven't called my name for a long time, and you haven't cared about me for a long time." Feng Ye said softly, "This is probably the only good thing that happened to me after being injured."

"You saved me, it's reasonable..."

"What 'feeling'?"

Yan Sikong lowered his head: "Feng Ye, before your injury is healed, I don't want to use anything to consume your energy."

Feng Ye looked at him deeply for a long time, then said in a hoarse voice: "Go and supervise the battle. Don't worry, I will let Zhuoletai see me standing on Guangning City again."

Yan Sikong stood up and said, "Take good care of yourself." He looked at Feng Hun again.

Feng Ye turned his head and looked at Feng Hun, his eyes were gentle and sad, "Let it accompany me for a while."

——

After Yan Sikong walked out of the door, he still felt suffocated and had difficulty breathing. He wiped his face vigorously and rode his horse towards the city wall.

After two days and one night of siege, the Jin army finally crossed the bridge built on the moat, under the arrows and artillery fire. The corpses piled in front of the moat were as high as a hill, and the bridge seemed to be supported not by sheepskin, but by millions of flesh and blood.

When Yan Sikong returned to the top of the city wall, what he saw were the Jin army's infantry, cavalry, artillery, and siege troops. Hundreds of thousands of troops were swarming towards them like locusts. They were so dense that there was no end in sight, as if each person with a mouth could devour the entire Guangning.

The soldiers defending the city all felt the fear that penetrated into their bones.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists. The scene before his eyes kept overlapping with the memory of twenty-one years ago. A chill ran through his body, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Come on, make a decision.

The army gathered at the foot of the city, but did not rush to attack. Yan Sikong guessed what they were going to do.

At that time, Zhuoletai sent a fierce general to Guangning City every day to challenge the enemy, causing panic among the people and disrupting their morale.

They shouted - surrender or you won't be killed.

"If you surrender, you won't be killed! If you surrender, you won't be killed! If you surrender, you won't be killed!"

Zhuoletai used the same trick again, but this time it was no longer a small group of cavalry, but a large army of hundreds of thousands shouting in unison, the sound was like thunder, and it rushed straight into the sky.

The shouting was so deafening that not only the soldiers on the city walls, but also the common people in the city could hear it clearly.

To attack the enemy, you must first attack their heart. Although this method is not new, it is very effective.

Liang Huiyong discussed with Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu, "Let's open fire."

Yuan Nanyu said angrily: "Zhuoletai wants to demoralize our troops before attacking the city. How can we let him succeed?"

"No, if we open fire, the Jin soldiers will attack the city immediately." Yan Sikong said, "Our army is exhausted, and the enemy is at its peak. We must avoid their momentum."

Yuan Nanyu frowned and said, "But I am worried about the soldiers..."

"They are all experienced fighters and will not be easily frightened." Yan Sikong said to Liang Huiyong, "The Liaodong soldiers all hate the gold thieves to the core, and they will not be easily frightened."

Liang Huiyong was a little hesitant.

Yan Sikong said, "As the saying goes, the first push is the best, the second is the worst. The barbarians don't understand this principle, so let them lose their morale. We should wait for the opportunity with peace of mind and wait for the opportunity to tire out. You should comfort the soldiers and let them take the time to rest."

Liang Huiyong and Yuan Nanyu were convinced. They nodded vigorously: "Okay."

Yan Sikong looked at the gable wall that he had supervised and built, and thought to himself, From now on, it will be up to you.