This siege clearly showed the decline of the Jin soldiers. First, they suffered a setback in the first battle and their morale was low. Second, they were too hasty in their deployment and were not well-equipped. Third, the Guangning Guard, which had defeated Zhuoletai, had become a demon in the hearts of the Jin people. Even though it was in danger now, it was still like a mountain in front of them.

But Zhuoletai was already in a difficult situation. If he didn't capture Guangning, how could he have the face to return to the Jin Kingdom?

The sound of horns and drums filled the sky, and the flags covered the sun. The army once again launched fierce artillery fire at Guangningwei. The blood of their comrades under the city wall was still stained, and new soldiers came one after another to shed blood. Human life was worthless.

The Feng family army still appeared on the city wall, fighting the enemy together with the Guangning soldiers.

Yan Sikong was worried because if Feng Ye wanted to escape, he could only break out while Zhuoletai's army was being restrained. If Zhuoletai wanted Guangning, he would not risk being ambushed and chase Feng's army.

Just when the battle was in full swing, Feng Ye's guards found Yan Sikong and summoned him to see him.

Liang Huiyong and Yuan Nanyu were supervising the battle on the top of the city wall, so he followed the guards down the city wall and walked into the classroom under the tower.

He walked very heavily for the short distance of a hundred steps.

He wanted to protect Guangning at the cost of his life, but he didn't want to do so at the cost of Feng Ye abandoning the capital. The Feng family army had overcome many difficulties and entered the imperial city, and he had also put in countless efforts. How could he be willing to do things for others in vain?

But right now, they really have nowhere to go.

Yan Sikong pushed the door open and entered the room, seeing Feng Ye standing in front of the window, looking thoughtfully at the cracks on the wall.

This was just a resting room for the gate guards. It was very simple, with cracks on it, just like the Guangning city wall that was being destroyed by artillery shells. The ground beneath their feet was also shaking.

"Wolf King." Yan Sikong called out softly, "Why are you..."

"Call my name." Feng Ye said with his back to him.

"...Feng Ye, you shouldn't move around like this."

"You're either sitting or lying down, and your muscles and bones are almost blunt." Feng Ye turned around and stared at Yan Sikong with his deep eyes.

Yan Sikong moved the chair in front of him: "Sit down."

Feng Ye didn't sit down, nor did he move: "Are you not going to ask me what I want to say to you?"

Yan Sikong's heart tensed, but his face remained calm: "If you want to leave, I have nothing to say."

"Come with me." Feng Ye said, "As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. I will definitely take back Liaodong."

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye and smiled bitterly: "You know it's impossible."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong, his dark pupils seemed particularly gloomy. After a while, he whispered, "I know."

"You go." Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said harshly, "Maybe Guangning can hold on until Chen Yi comes, maybe... In any case, Chen Yi will not give Liaodong to Zhuoletai."

"If I leave, you will either fall into Zhuoletai's hands, or into Chen Yi's hands, or..."

Yan Sikong did not answer.

He will not be captured by anyone again. If Guangning City is captured, he will commit suicide.

Feng Ye's eyes were filled with sorrow: "Kong'er, come here."

Yan Sikong walked over slowly. Feng Ye reached out his hand and stroked his cold cheek. "When I was young, I dreamed of being with you forever. Why is it that such a simple wish is so difficult to realize?"

Yan Sikong felt sad.

How should he answer? "Why?" He also wanted to know "why".

Should I blame the world, fate, people, or myself?

I'm afraid he won't get the answer in his entire life.

Yan Sikong could only shake his head.

"I admit that I want to leave. I don't want to let down those Feng family soldiers who died on the battlefield, and I don't want to hand over the country I worked so hard to build to others. But..." Feng Ye's face was struggling, "I don't want to let you down either."

Yan Sikong widened his eyes.

Feng Ye took a deep breath and said solemnly: "If you don't leave, I won't leave."

"You..." Yan Sikong's voice was trembling, "Are you really willing to...give up the world?" For him?

"If there is no you in the world, what use is there for me in this world?"

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye without blinking, as if he couldn't believe it for a moment. He felt mixed emotions, his lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Besides..." Feng Ye said sadly, "The people of Guangning rely on me. I can't bear to abandon them. The current situation of internal and external troubles is also caused by me. If I had listened to your advice and not developed the ambition to become emperor, perhaps the world would not be in chaos."

Yan Sikong said hoarsely: "Feng Ye, I..."

They both knew what Feng Ye was going to give up for this decision.

Throughout history, there are few men who do not want to rule the world and own the country. The boundless power and wealth built up with the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers is the most tempting poison in the world. Who can let it go?

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong affectionately: "You said you would never fall in love again, you said you were just using me, I accepted it all. You are not a good person, you don't have much kindness and integrity, but I believe you are a person of deep affection and loyalty. I think back to everything you have done for me, I know you once had feelings for me, as long as you and I are together, sooner or later one day..." His voice trembled, "You will remember it."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, as if he was getting to know this man all over again. He watched this face change from childhood to adolescence, and from adolescence to young adulthood. He had seen all the expressions on this face, innocent, happy, affectionate, sad, fierce, angry, violent, hateful, and regretful. He thought he had understood this man, but at this moment, he was greatly surprised.

Is Feng Ye really willing to give up the world for him and Liaodong? !

Yan Sikong took a breath and said, "You know, there are some things that you can't regret."

"I know. If I could, I would go back to the past and treat you well." Feng Ye said with a wry smile, "Or go back to an even earlier time and not let you go through all that pain and torture."

Yan Sikong only felt his eyes were sore and his heart was trembling violently.

The person who loved him the most in this world also hurt him the most, but at the critical moment of life and death, it was still this person who gave him hope. He had loved and hated before, but now that the country was in crisis, all the past grievances and hatreds became insignificant and distant. He only knew that when Feng Ye decided to stay in Guangning, he was moved and grateful.

Yan Sikong looked into Feng Ye's eyes and whispered, "Feng Ye, thank you."

"I don't need your thanks." Feng Ye's eyes were burning. "I just want us to be together forever. Even if we die, we want to die together."

Yan Sikong said hoarsely: "Okay, you and I will live and die together."

Feng Ye took something out of his arms. Yan Sikong looked down and saw that they were two necklaces, each with a crescent-shaped sharp wolf tooth.

Feng Ye looked at the wolf fang, his face showing tenderness and sadness: "This is Hun'er's fang. If we wear it, it will accompany us for all eternity, okay?"

Yan Sikong felt a lump in his throat and nodded.

Feng Ye put one of the fangs around Yan Sikong's neck and put the other one on himself. Yan Sikong gently stroked the hard wolf fangs with his fingertips, as if he could still recall the warm and thick fur of the one-eyed giant wolf.

He missed Hun'er very much. He had been losing things all his life to the point of being numb to loss. But to him, Hun'er was more than just a wolf; he was also a close friend. There was no other wolf as big and majestic as that in the world, and he really missed it.

Feng Ye stretched out his arms and held Yan Sikong in his arms: "Hun'er will protect us in heaven and help us win this battle."

Yan Sikong also raised his hands and hugged Feng Ye back.

Feng Ye's body trembled slightly, and his expression changed from surprise to joy. He tightened his arms even more, wishing that this moment of embrace would last forever.

——

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong returned to the top of the city wall to supervise the battle. Although it was full of dangers, morale could only be boosted when the commander and the soldiers stood together in front of cannonballs, swords and arrows.

She Zhun summoned thousands of chivalrous men, led by Xu Feng, to form a guerrilla force, specializing in stealing the rear of the Jin soldiers and disrupting their formations. Although these people were all skilled in martial arts and had their own special abilities, their numbers were too small. They greatly delayed the Jin soldiers' offensive, but could not determine the outcome.

Guangning held out tenaciously for a day and a night in such a desperate situation. Under the fierce attack of the Jin soldiers, the defense line was breached three times. The Jin soldiers climbed up to the top of the city wall, but were desperately sniped by the soldiers. However, the city gate was about to be destroyed by the battering ram.

In the battle for the city defense, a single blow could cause a devastating defeat for thousands of miles. Guangning was already on the verge of collapse.

Yan Sikong stood on the ruined city wall, a look of despair on his face.

Is it really hopeless?

Or is it God's will that Liaodong be destroyed?

He clenched the sword in his hand tightly. Even if the city was destroyed and people died, as long as he was still alive, he would kill one more golden dog!

"General! General!" the guard on the tower shouted, "There are reinforcements--"

Everyone was shocked.

Liang Huiyong walked through the ruined city walls, climbed up the tower, and looked into the distance. Sure enough, he saw the flag of the army slowly rising from the ground. It was...

"Yes, it's the King of Chu!" Liang Huiyong shouted.

Yan Sikong and Feng Ye looked at each other with complicated expressions. Yuan Nanyu even flew up to the tower in a few steps and looked towards the south. The flag that was becoming clearer and clearer indeed had the word "Chu" printed on it in large letters.

Chen Yu arrived one day earlier than She Jun expected.

Liang Huiyong was naturally happy. Although he had been conquered by Feng Ye and was willing to be loyal to the Wolf King, it was more important to defend the city. The arrival of the King of Chu could at least save Guangning.

When the Chu army arrived, Zhuoletai knew that the situation was hopeless and had to order his troops to withdraw. He withdrew his troops in a very hasty manner, and it would be more appropriate to describe it as a flight in desperation.

But how can the great Chinese territory allow barbarians to come and go as they please? Now is a golden opportunity to eradicate the weeds and roots!

They saw the Chu army split up, one group rushed to Guangning, and the other group went after Zhuoletai.

Several people stood on the top of the city wall, watching the man in armor under the banner of the three military commanders, being surrounded by the army and slowly approaching the city wall. The red-rimmed helmet covered most of his face, but his ambitious and sharp eyes and the surging aura of a king made it possible to distinguish him at a glance among the thousands of troops.

Chen Mi!

Yan Sikong and Feng Ye had cold expressions, looking down at Chen Yi.

With the world as their chessboard, Feng Ye and Chen Yi played a game of chess that was bloody and shook the mountains and rivers. In this game of chess, corpses covered the fields, blood flowed like rivers, accumulated grievances filled the mountains and rivers, and wails shook the world.

One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.

Now, the two people playing chess finally met.