Upon hearing Chen Zhennan's words, Jiang Bo burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm and disdain.
"A traitor to the nation? What a joke! This land of Great Yan became the territory of Great Wu with just a word from you, Chen Zhennan. You are the one who traitors to the nation! Archers, prepare!"
Jiang Bo's voice was sharp and piercing. At his command, countless archers raised their bows and arrows, the tips of which gleamed coldly in the blazing sun.
Upon seeing this, Chen Zhennan frowned, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.
There were still elderly, weak, women and children on the hillside who hadn't had time to leave. Their helpless eyes tore at Chen Zhennan's heart.
Chen Zhennan took a deep breath and shouted, "Jiang Bo, make way and let these people leave!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Bo found it even more ridiculous and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Make way? Let your men rush out? Surrender now, I'll only give you the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. Anyone who doesn't surrender will be killed without mercy!"
Jiang Bo's words were like ice water poured over the hearts of the people present, who all looked at Jiang Bo in shock.
No one expected that at this critical moment, the one who wanted to save their lives was not Jiang Bo, the only member of the royal family of the Great Yan, but Chen Zhennan, who had seized the throne of the Great Yan.
“Jiang Bo! How could you do this? We are your people!” An old man’s voice trembled, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger.
"That's right! You are the last bloodline of the Jiang family, how could you treat the people of Great Yan like this?!"
The people began to berate Jiang Bo, their voices forming a torrent that assaulted his eardrums.
But Jiang Bo seemed not to hear it. His expression was indifferent, and he didn't care about the people's accusations or their lives.
Faced with countless accusations, Jiang Bo sneered, his eyes filled with endless contempt: "What do your lives have to do with me?"
His voice echoed in the air like a sharp blade, cutting into everyone's heart.
The time it takes to drink a cup of tea isn't long. Just as Jiang Bo was about to order the archers to fire their arrows, Chen Zhennan suddenly gritted his teeth and turned to look in Jiang Bo's direction.
Picking up his submachine gun, disengaging the safety, Chen Zhennan aimed at Jiang Bo in the distance and pulled the trigger hard.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A deafening gunshot rang out, breaking the tense silence.
"Charge out!"
Amidst deafening gunfire, Chen Zhennan gave the order and charged out first.
The special forces brothers responded immediately, following behind Chen Zhennan and charging towards Jiang Bo's army.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Bo's eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly shouted, "Fire arrows! Fire arrows! Fire arrows now!"
At his command, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and countless arrows, like locusts, blotted out the sun and rained down on Chen Zhennan and his special forces.
Chen Zhennan's eyes were firm. He quickly lowered his body, like a cheetah on the grassland dodging a hunter's pursuit, trying his best to avoid the rain of arrows flying at him.
Two hundred meters is but a blink of an eye on the battlefield. The galloping steeds were like arrows released from a bow, reaching the army in less than twenty seconds.
Chen Zhennan picked up his submachine gun, his eyes flashing with determination, and began firing wildly.
The bullets flew like a storm, carving a bloody path through the enemy lines. Each pull of the trigger took the lives of five or six soldiers.
Although the special forces soldiers behind Chen Zhennan suffered casualties, they were still fast, and the power of their submachine guns was far superior to that of the archers.
The team members' shooting was precise and deadly; large numbers of soldiers fell under their guns, like wheat being harvested.
"Don't retreat, hold the line!"
Jiang Bo's voice was tinged with hysteria, his face filled with anger and resentment, but no matter how much he roared, he could not stop the soldiers' rout.
Chen Zhennan's lips curled into a cold smile as he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Brothers, follow me and charge out!"
Chen Zhennan's eyes were piercing, his heart burning with anger towards Jiang Bo.
He gripped the weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Although he was filled with murderous intent towards Jiang Bo, he still had so many brothers behind him, and the Great Yan was facing enemies on three sides. He absolutely could not die here.
"Brothers, charge with me!"
Chen Zhennan's voice echoed across the battlefield, firm and powerful.
The special forces brothers roared, their voices like thunder, accompanied by powerful firepower, felling countless soldiers under Jiang Bo's command one by one.
Bullets rained down like a storm, piercing through enemy lines and taking their lives.
Jiang Bo had retreated to a distance, a look of terror on his face. He tried to order his soldiers to stop Chen Zhennan's charge, but in the face of such powerful firepower, any heroic and fearless action seemed pale and powerless, tantamount to suicide.
"Throw the grenade!"
Chen Zhennan shouted again, and the team members behind him responded quickly. Many of them took out grenades, pulled the fuses, and threw them accurately into Jiang Bo's army.
Explosions rang out one after another, like thunder in summer. The unprepared soldiers were blown to pieces, with countless dead and wounded.
Fire and smoke filled the battlefield, creating a hellish scene.
Under Chen Zhennan's leadership, the special forces' charge was like a raging storm, extremely fierce.
Their offensive was as unstoppable as a tsunami, and they broke through Jiang Bo's carefully laid encirclement in less than three minutes.
The special forces roared deafeningly, their submachine guns spitting fire as they tore through the enemy lines.
After breaking through the encirclement, Chen Zhennan led his special forces brothers and sped towards the city gate.
Jiang Bo had already fallen into despair, his face filled with frustration, thinking that Chen Zhennan would escape from his encirclement.
But when he saw Chen Zhennan about to enter the city, a sly glint flashed in his eyes, and he burst into laughter.
"Chen Zhennan, you're practically courting death! Issue the order to surround Beijing! Chen Zhennan is nothing but a cornered beast; we'll trap him until he's dead!"
Jiang Bo's voice carried a hint of madness as he swiftly relayed his orders, a smug smile playing on his lips.
Although the army was demoralized by Chen Zhennan's attack, his return to the city rekindled their hope.
The 30,000-strong army quickly assembled and charged toward the city gate, like a giant dragon winding its way across the land.
After entering the city, Chen Zhennan hurriedly ordered his team members to rush up the city wall and prepare to meet the enemy.
Meanwhile, Yan Shiyu, who had gone to retrieve the equipment, finally returned. Dozens of carriages arrived at the city gate, loaded with all the weapons and ammunition he had brought with him.
Chen Zhennan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ordered his men to send the weapons and equipment to the city wall.
As Jiang Bo's army slowly approached, Chen Zhennan pulled back the bolt of his rifle and shouted down towards the city walls, "Jiang Bo, you've forced me to kill people, so I'll grant your wish!"
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