1776 Siege, the Ninth Prince is coming

Boom, boom, boom... The deafening sound of drums rang in my ears, causing pain in my eardrums. It drilled into my brain like a devil's sound and could not be avoided.

Before everyone looked back from the sound of the drums, they saw a group of soldiers carrying large drums rushing out from behind Yuwen Yuanhua. These soldiers had no swords or knives in their hands, they only carried large drums. After rushing into the battlefield, their forces spread out in all directions, forming a large encirclement outside the battlefield.

Just as everyone's attention was attracted by these people, the soldiers hiding in the trenches outside the battlefield also crawled out. They also carried big drums on their chests and kept beating them, making the drums make deafening sounds.

For those on the battlefield, this was a long time, but in fact it was only a quarter of an hour. Tens of thousands of people were on the battlefield, beating the war drums in front of them at the same time. There was nothing else on the entire battlefield except the sound of drums!

The drum beats were deafening, resounding through the sky. The loud thumping was like knocking on one's heart, making people feel irritated. But this was not the scariest thing. The scariest thing was...

Amid the sound of drums, the sounds from the battlefield could not be heard at all, and even saying a word to the people around you was impossible.

"What's going on? Check it out quickly." The sudden change caught Nanling Jinfan off guard. Nanling Jinfan's face changed drastically, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

At this moment, the Ninth Prince, riding a handsome red horse and wearing a fiery red battle suit, appeared on the battlefield.

It wasn’t that Nanling Jinfan had good eyesight, he could see clearly who the person riding the horse was from such a distance, but the person behind the Ninth Prince was holding up a flag high up, and the flag had a dragon-shaped character “nine” on it.

The word "nine" was like a swimming dragon or a running snake, just like a dragon coiled on the flag, as if it would fly up at any time. Nanling Jinfan couldn't take his eyes off it at one glance.

No one could hear what the Ninth Prince said; no one knew what the Dongling soldiers said. All they saw was that the Dongling soldiers spontaneously made way for the Ninth Prince when they saw him, allowing him to reach the front line unimpeded!

At a glance, the Ninth Prince spotted Nanling Jinfan standing on the city wall. With such a cold and vicious look, the Ninth Prince could not find anyone else except Nanling Jinfan.

Dong, dong, dong... Nanling Jinfan took several steps back until his back was against the city wall, shaking his head continuously: Impossible, impossible, he must have seen it wrong.

Dong Lingjiu, isn’t he poisoned? How could he appear on the battlefield?

It’s fake, it must be fake, Dong Lingjiu is dead!

Nanling Jinfan wanted to shout loudly to let everyone on the battlefield know that Dongling Jiu had been poisoned to death and that this person was a fake, but his voice could not be heard at all. No matter how loud he shouted, no one could hear him.

The entire battlefield was in chaos. The general wanted to give orders to his soldiers, but found that he could not even hear what he said.

What happened? They lost their voice?

The soldiers of Night City lost their commander. Although they did not fall into chaos immediately, they were disorganized. But this was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was the chariots of Night City.

The ten chariots are Nanling Jinfan's trump card weapons and the ultimate killer move of Yecheng. Pushing out ten chariots at a time is not only to intimidate Dongling, but also to crush Dongling's army. But at this moment, these ten chariots have become the nightmare of Yecheng soldiers.

The Night City chariots were as big as a house, so of course they couldn't be controlled by one person. Each chariot was operated by 20 soldiers, who, after simple training, followed orders to move the chariot forward, retreat, or attack.

Twenty people must press the triggers of their respective parts at the same time to make this huge machine invincible on the battlefield. But at this moment, the commander issued the order, but the people operating it could not hear it. Not only could they not move at the same time, but they could not ensure coordination between the front and back, left and right.

Ten chariots were lined up densely together and soon began to sway left and right on the battlefield. Two of them even collided with each other and attacked their own people.

It’s time for Dongling to attack!

The fiery red battle suit made the Ninth Prince look even more handsome, but in the eyes of the people of Night City, this extremely handsome man was a murderous demon.

The Ninth Prince waved his hand, and a young general appeared behind him. He took out a command flag and issued an order in the air that only the Dongling soldiers could understand. As soon as the flag was retracted, a group of soldiers came out and rushed into the battlefield.

"Flag signal?" Nanling Jinfan certainly knew what this was, but he couldn't understand what the flag signal meant.

Dong Lingjiu, you bastard, you actually plotted against me.

Nanling Jinfan punched the city wall, his entire right hand was covered in blood, but he didn't care. He stared at the chaotic battlefield without blinking, feeling a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

He didn't understand why this happened. Everything was clearly planned out, and victory was within his reach. But as soon as Dong Lingjiu showed up, the whole situation turned one-sided: "Dong Lingjiu, why don't you just die!"

Another punch, blood splattered and slid down the wall, strange and enchanting.

"I won't lose. I won't lose to Dong Lingjiu again!" Nan Ling Jinfan's eyes were red. Without thinking, he jumped down and prepared to join the battlefield. But a man suddenly jumped out from behind him and grabbed him: "Don't be stupid. Yecheng will lose."

With only 100,000 cavalrymen, without the help of powerful chariots, Yecheng would be as weak as a child in front of the Dongling army.

"Go, kill those people beating the drums." Nanling Jinfan had fallen into the devil's barrier at this time, and the Ninth Prince was his inner demon.

“How do you want us to kill tens of thousands of people? Prince Nanling, don’t lose your head. Although the master said that we are at your disposal, the prerequisite is that you must complete the tasks assigned by the master. Look at what you did last time. We finally looked forward to the martial arts conference, but in the end we suffered heavy casualties and gained nothing. If this continues, the master will be unhappy.” The man was dressed in white, looking eerie and creepy. His whole body was wrapped in white clothes, with only a pale and skinny hand like a chicken claw exposed.

"I am also working for the master. Why should I be afraid of those martial artists if I can take over Yecheng?" Nanling Jinfan explained firmly, and he would never admit that he was abusing his power for personal gain and taking the opportunity to take revenge on the Ninth Uncle.

"Night City? It will be a deserted city soon. What's the point of coming here?" The man in white said coldly, "You are given two choices. Stay or leave?"

"You want to give up Yecheng?" Nanling Jinfan frowned. It's not that he cares about Yecheng, but without Yecheng, what can he use to fight against the Ninth Uncle? Without soldiers and horses, how can he defeat the Dongling army?

"You can choose to stay and come to Jiuzhou Continent. We have no shortage of normal people like you." If everyone there wasn't so weird and unsuitable for public activities, how could they have gone to such great lengths to save Nanling Jinfan after seeing him.

Without any useful value, Nanling Jinfan would be nothing more than a dead man.

The cold breath made Nanling Jinfan shiver. He has always been a smart man and naturally knew how to choose the best for himself. Nanling Jinfan chose to go with the man in white without hesitation.

Even though Yecheng is gone, there are still Taicheng, Jiancheng, Yuncheng and Chucheng. He has plenty of possibilities to make a comeback.

Without any lingering feelings and without even saying a word to Ye Ye, Nanling Jinfan, irresponsibly, disappeared from Yecheng with the people he brought from overseas.

"Want to leave? How naive!" The moment Nanling Jinfan disappeared over the city wall, the Ninth Prince noticed him. A hint of sarcasm flashed across his deep eyes: Feng Qingchen was about to avenge Lan Jiuqing, how could she let Nanling Jinfan run away again!

The Ninth Prince was not in a hurry at all. He just ordered the people around him to assist Doudou and make sure to capture Gray Old Man alive. He wanted to see who was standing behind Gray Old Man and what his purpose was!

The war continued, and soon the people of Night City discovered that their commander was missing. The commander abandoned the city and fled, so how could the soldiers under him have the confidence to fight? Facing an army that was as strong as themselves but had more people, the Night City cavalry retreated step by step, and the chariots that they had placed high hopes on all stopped working at this moment. Even if they did not stop working, they would not distinguish between friend and foe and attack indiscriminately.

Yecheng was already on the verge of defeat. Ye Ye rushed over after hearing the news, only to see a pile of wreckage and corpses piled up on top of each other. There were soldiers from Dongling, but more were Yecheng's cavalry.

"Lost, lost, Ye Cheng lost." Ye Ye was in a state of disarray, looking like a fool.

"Ah..." Ye Ye suddenly yelled, knelt on the ground and cried, looking up to the sky and shouting: "God is unfair!" Without the iron cavalry guarding it, Yecheng is nothing.

"My father's revenge has not yet been avenged, I just can't accept that!" Ye Ye's voice was filled with suppressed pain and sadness.

He hated Dong Lingjiu and Nan Ling Jinfan so much, but the one he hated the most was Su Wan.

"Wanwan...Su Wan, it's all your fault, it's all your fault! You hurt me." Without Su Wan, he wouldn't have gone to Dongling, and if he hadn't gone to Dongling, he wouldn't have caused trouble. If he hadn't caused trouble, his father wouldn't have died in Dongling to save him. If his father hadn't died, how could he have ended up like this.

"Su Wan, you hurt me, you hurt me."

"I am a sinner. I am sorry to my father and to everyone in Yecheng." Ye Ye's face was ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his strong hatred made the people around him very uneasy.

"City Lord, City Lord...you have to cheer up, Ye Cheng still depends on you to save him." The people next to him saw that something was wrong with Ye Ye, so they knelt down to persuade him, but they started crying as they spoke.

Ever since the death of the old city lord, Night City has become increasingly deteriorating. The people in the city are becoming more and more miserable, and more and more people are starving.

"City Lord..." Even so, they are still citizens of Night City, and they are protected by Night City. But what about now?

Yecheng has been breached and will soon be occupied by Dongling. Will Dongling treat the people of Yecheng well?

But Ye Ye could not think of all these. All he knew now was that Yecheng had been breached, he had been defeated, completely defeated, and he had nothing left.

die!

Death is his only end.

"I am a sinner, a sinner of Yecheng." Ye Ye fell into deep self-blame. Suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. Ye Ye quickly got up, picked up a bloody big knife on the ground, and ran towards the City Lord's Mansion like crazy...

At the same time, Xuan Shaoqi, Ling Mo and Feng Qingchen received the news and immediately led their men to chase after the enemy in a small village not far away.

This time, no one can escape alive!