Xuan Tianming had no time to save him. He was too far away and his whereabouts were too fast. Even if he tried his best to use his light skills, he could not guarantee that he would be able to save him. What's more, when the two armies faced each other, how could he be the head coach alone to rush under the opponent's city defense?

With this hesitation, Fu Ya had already fallen from under the city wall, and her screams came with the wind, which was very shrill and made people feel trembling.

Everyone's eyes focused on that place, including Feng Yuheng. She had even rushed out of the snow pile like conditioning reflex to save people. However, at this moment, a figure rushed out like lightning on the side of the city wall and rushed towards Fu Ya.

One fell and the other rescued, and the two seemed to be racing. Seeing that the corners of Fu Ya's clothes had already touched the snow, the man finally reached under the other, spread his arms, and held the man firmly.

Feng Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately frowned. Ban left? Didn’t he go to save the Lotus King? Why did he appear here?

The person who saved the person was Ban Zu. At this moment, he was holding Fu Ya and looking at the girl in his arms curiously. It looked like it, it really looked like it! He had only heard Feng Yuheng say that there was a girl who looked a bit like her, and she was the one who came to the fantasy museum with the name of the girl. But he never expected that these two people would look so similar. Except for the pride and firm face of Feng Yuheng, the woman in front of him looked like 90%.

"Who are you?" Fu Ya woke up from her horror. She was inexplicably surprised that she was able to be rescued at a critical moment. What's more, the man in front of her was dressed in black. Although her appearance was not surprising, the cold light burst out in her eyes, which made people shocked when they glanced at her.

"Master asked me to save you." Ban Zuo looked away, unwilling to say more, so he just added: "It's the girl who looks very similar to you." After that, he held the man and walked towards Xuan Tianming's army.

Under the command of Xuan Tianming, the army had rushed straight towards the city gate. There were also archers above the city walls to shoot arrows. The arrows fell like rain. When facing the soldiers who rushed forward, there would always be people who could not dodge and were scratched by the arrows. Fortunately, they did not see their own people fall down.

Qianya hugged Ban Zuo's neck tightly, and the panic was still there when she was pushed off the city wall. The swords and swords on the battlefield came again, which shocked the woman who had never seen such a scene before. But Ban walked away so quickly that he could avoid it safely even if the rain of arrows hit. The arms holding her were inexplicably stable and powerful. The power was spread to her heart. Gradually, Fu Ya became bolder and dared to open her eyes to look at the square city wall.

But as she saw this, the hatred was covered with her eyes. The scenes of her parents being forced to death by Duanmu Anguo flashed repeatedly in her mind. A mouthful of sweetness surged from her chest and her throat. A trace of blood appeared in the corner of her mouth and she fainted.

Feng Yuheng also came here at this time. Xuan Tianming flew up and hugged the man, and at the same time ordered the entire army: "No living mouth left above the city defense!"

The soldiers' rushing sounds shook the sky. Feng Yuheng held Fu Ya's wrist vein, then adjusted a heart-protecting pill from the space and stuffed it into her mouth, and said loudly: "She is not a big deal. Let's go, where is the Lotus King?"

Ban Zuo shook his head: "Catch up, Duanmu Anguo's army blocked that road, I can't get through."

Feng Yuheng was slightly shocked, but now she couldn't take too much care. She ordered people to protect Fu Ya and was about to rush forward with the soldiers to fight. Xuan Tianming grabbed her hand and said calmly: "Stay with me honestly, run around again, and you will get a discount on your legs."

Ban Zuo agreed very much: "Yes, both legs have to be discounted." This wife was so hard to deal with.

"But..." Xuan Tianming changed his voice, "It burned the Dutong Palace with fire, so I am very proud of myself."

If Duanmu Satoshi's death made the soldiers in the North have no leader, then Feng Yuheng's return would be equivalent to giving Dashun a shot of a heart-warming injection. Especially those Northwest garrisons who had never seen Feng Yuheng's ability, Feng Yuheng's magical sound transmission technique, and the strange means of the bizarre death of Duanmu Anguo all left a profound imprint in people's hearts.

The magical shooting Tianji gradually surrounded him with Xuantian Ming Feng Yuheng as the center, forming a tight encirclement around them. Because Xuantian Ming got a surviving order on the city wall, more than two hundred magical shootings were placed on each string, and they began to shoot at the top of the city wall. The magical shooting arrows were released, and they were absolutely empty. If you pull three arrows with one bow, you will definitely hit three people.

Seeing a person falling from above the city wall and falling to the ice and snow ground below, with broken limbs and flesh, Feng Yuheng looked at him and refused to look again. She had been on the battlefield of a third world country to participate in the rescue of wounded people. The war under modern weapons was definitely much crueler than the war with cold weapons in ancient times. But for some reason, she still felt that even if the guns and bullets were flying in, it was not as shocking as it is now.

This is the fundamental difference between other people's wars and one's own wars.

This battle didn't last long. Even Dashun soldiers held the wooden pillar and hit the city gate without hitting the three times. Someone had already opened the door in the city gate to welcome Dashun's troops into the city.

Bai Ze said while fighting: "These are elite soldiers raised by Duanmu An on the city wall. They only recognize Duanmu Anguo and do not recognize Dashun. If they kill them, they will be killed. But the soldiers in the city below are all supported by Dashun. If they can open the city gate, they have a conscience."

As soon as the city gate opened, Dashun soldiers rushed in like a spring. The originally crowded crowd was immediately separated from each other. Under the orderly charge of the Northwest Army, the soldiers from the Northboundary gave up their resistance and threw down their weapons and squatted in the snow.

Starting from the city gate, a spacious avenue was separated by the soldiers. Xuan Tianming and Feng Yuheng rode on two horses, followed by Bai Ze, Ban, Shenji Camp soldiers and tens of thousands of northwest army.

Xuan Tianming held the tiger talisman with his right hand raised, and the tiger talisman was clasped in his palm. As soon as he walked and passed, everyone could see clearly.

"I am the ninth prince of Dashun, the emperor's imperial king Xuan Tianming, who was appointed by the emperor today, held the tiger talisman, and took back all the troops and horses of the northern border from the hands of the traitor Duanmu Anguo. All the generals obeyed the orders and put down their weapons and did not resist, I still regard you as my Dashun people! I still regard you as my passionate men who defend my Dashun's country. Of course, if you always think that you are the bloodline of Qianzhou, because this land belongs to Dashun and are dissatisfied, you can rush up! I will give you an opportunity to fight for Qianzhou blood, and promise that after you die in battle, you will definitely send the corpse back to Qianzhou and send it to the king of Qianzhou. Let's see if your king recognizes you people, and whether you are willing to bury your corpse within Qianzhou's territory!"

When a large army enters the city, the defenders must be defeated. Qu Yu Xuan Tianming's majesty and intimidation, the soldiers dare not say anything. However, although the people in Guanzhou City dare not show their faces and dare not show their elegance, behind the honest and calmness, there are still some people who are unwilling to accept their hearts.

Duanmu Anguo has been a thousand weeks old, and he played the card of family affection with the people of the three northern provinces, talking about blood thicker than water, talking about the hatred of a century-old territory split, and talking about the pain of relatives who have been separated for many years and the pain of ignorance of future generations.

In order to allow the northern border to return to Qianzhou smoothly and to allow the people to accept this result, Duanmu Anguo began to plan this incident many years ago. This ace of family affection has been subtly infiltrating the people over the years, just like brainwashing, making those who obviously have no feelings for Qianzhou begin to yearn for a longing.

Bai Ze quietly told Feng Yuheng: "What blood is not blood? If it were decades ago, there would be such a saying. Now that they have been in the northern border for more than a hundred years, how many thousand weeks of blood can they still have? What memories can they have of Qianzhou? At most, the older generation has told some stories. The grandson of Duanmu Anguo has studied deeply in controlling people's hearts. I really don't know what method they used."

Feng Yuheng analyzed that this is probably the prototype of psychology, and Duanmu Anguo has indeed had excellent methods in this regard.

Xuan Tianming's army entered the city without any further obstacles. The soldiers began to clean up the bodies in an orderly manner along the way. When Xuan Tianming walked to the gate of the Guanzhou Prefecture, Qianli came to report that this time, he killed three enemies. Two of the generals arrested the living, and the injured had gathered together, and the military doctors would concentrate on treatment when they entered the city.

Xuan Tianming had no objection to this. He just told Qian Li: "Keep Duanmu Satoshi's body well, I still have the help." After that, he turned over and dismounted, pulled Feng Yuheng and walked to the prefectural palace.

The prefecture was very quiet, with not many people, but there was no chaos. It should not be the depression caused by the turmoil in the city. Xuan Tianming and others walked all the way to the court, but saw an old man kneeling there silently at the door of the court, holding a booklet in his hand. When he heard footsteps, he quickly raised his head, stared at Xuan Tianming and looked over.

Bai Ze stepped forward and asked the old man: "Who is kneeling in front of him?"

The old man did not answer his words, but just stared at Xuan Tianming, and after a while, he asked, "May I ask, is the ninth prince of Dashun?"

Xuan Tianming nodded, "It's this king, is the old man from this prefect?"
Chapter completed!