Empire

The Qinghe Army's cavalry had already rushed forward along the streets with murderous intent, and their momentum was unstoppable. Large numbers of Qinghe Army's infantry also swarmed into the city like a tide.

"Run away! I can't hold on any longer."

"Run!"......

As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Seeing that they could no longer hold on, the soldiers of the Dynasty Army also fled in all directions.

"Those who retreat without permission will be killed without mercy!"

The supervisors still held on to their posts, shouting at the defeated soldiers to turn around and continue fighting.

Unfortunately, the defeat was already certain, and these loyal supervisors were soon overwhelmed by the fleeing soldiers.

Supervisor Yang Fang returned to the Supervisory Office under the escort of the personal guards and several officers. Outside, the shouts of killing were deafening.

"You guys should leave quickly. The Fourth Prince's army has already arrived in the province. Be sure to inform us of the enemy's situation."

Inspector Yang Fang seemed to have aged by more than ten years in an instant, and his speech became weak.

""Sir, let's go together. It's better to keep the green mountains alive than to be short of firewood." These officers really wanted to pull Inspector Yang Fang with them to break out, because even if the court blamed them, they would be dismissed at most, but Inspector Yang Fang would definitely be beheaded.

If the Inspector was killed and they escaped alive, then the court would use them as scapegoats.

Inspector Yang Fang was such a smart man, how could he not guess the little thoughts of these officers, but he was too lazy to care.

"Run for your lives. If the court investigates, just say that you are following our military orders to seek help.

Supervisor Yang Fang walked to the desk, quickly wrote a few warrants, stamped them with the Supervisor's seal, and handed them to the officers.

Seeing that Supervisor Yang Fang had guessed their thoughts, the officers all looked ashamed.

"Mr. Supervisor, we......"

"Let's go now while the chaos is going on. If you're any later, you won't be able to leave."

Supervisor Yang Fang also looked exhausted. He waved his hand and asked them to leave.

""Sir, we will take our leave now. Take care."

After the officers looked at each other, they quickly turned around and left. Only a tall young officer did not leave.

"Yang Hao, why don't you leave?"

Yang Fang was also surprised to see that the young officer did not leave.

"Sir, you gave me this life. If you don't leave, I won't leave either."The young officer replied loudly.

"Why are you doing this?"

Yang Fang looked at the stubborn young officer and couldn't help but sighed.

This young officer was an orphan he adopted back then. Now he is the captain of his personal guard and is considered a close person.

"If I leave alive, the court will blame me, and my family will be in danger, so I can't leave here alive, do you understand?" Yang Fang said earnestly.

"But sir, the fall of the city is not your fault, we have done our best."The young officer defended

"Yang Hao, do you think the court will listen to my explanation? For some things, the process is no longer important. What everyone cares about is the result."Yang Fang said helplessly.

"You have followed me for many years and are familiar with military books and strategies. The world is in chaos now, and you are still young. You will surely make a difference on the battlefield one day."

"Let's go and find the Fourth Prince. Considering that I adopted you, please take good care of my family when you become successful."

After Yang Fang finished speaking, he personally wrote a letter of recommendation and stuffed it into the hands of the young officer.

"My Lord, I am not leaving."

""Go! Otherwise, we will be friends forever!"

Yang Fang had to put on a stern face when he saw the stubborn young officer.

Under Yang Fang's repeated urging, the young officer left the Supervisory Office, looking back every few steps.

After he left the Supervisory Office, he did not leave, but hid in a small alley next to it. As soon as the young officer Yang Hao left, a large group of Qinghe Army soldiers surrounded the Supervisory Office.

But when they rushed into the Supervisory Office, the Supervisor Yang Fang had committed suicide.

Seeing Yang Fang's body carried out of the Supervisory Office by the Qinghe Army soldiers, Yang Hao, who was hiding not far away, couldn't help but burst into tears, his eyes full of hatred.

But facing more and more Qinghe Army soldiers on the surrounding streets, Yang Hao quickly hid in the depths of the alley.

Soon, a knife flashed in the alley, and a scream was heard. A refugee fell in a pool of blood deep in the alley.

After Yang Hao changed into the refugee's dirty clothes, he walked out of the alley and walked along the chaotic The streets led to the city gate.

The city was filled with shouts and cries of killing, and the fleeing Dynasty soldiers, refugees, and murderous Qinghe soldiers were mixed together.

Small-scale battles broke out from time to time on the long street, and countless blood-stained corpses were dumped on the street.

Chen Ziang led the soldiers of the 9th Battalion to attack the city. The city was in a mess and seemed chaotic.

Chen Ziang and his men searched for a long time before they found Wang Hu and others under a roof facing the street. Wang

Hu, a thousand-man general, led more than 300 elite soldiers through the tunnel to sneak into the city to seize the city gate. Facing the siege of the Dynasty Army that was several times larger, they experienced a fierce battle.

When Chen Ziang saw them, Wang Hu and others were like being fished out of blood, leaning against the wall with wounds all over their bodies, and they were exhausted from killing.

After a bloody battle, only one out of ten of their more than 300 elite soldiers survived, and only more than 20 people survived.

"It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive."

Seeing that Wang Hu and others were still breathing despite being covered in wounds, Chen Ziang finally let go of his worries.

Wang Hu and he were from the same village. If it weren't for Wang Hu, the general of a hundred men, taking care of him, he would have died long ago.

""Sir, we won, hehe, we won."

Wang Hu and the others leaned against the wall weakly. When they saw Chen Ziang and his men coming over, they grinned and showed a smile after surviving a bloody battle.

"Yes, we won this battle, I want to take credit for you!" Chen Ziang said loudly.

""Sir, I killed five Dynasty soldiers. Can I be the captain?"

A soldier with a bloody wound on his stomach, lying on the ground and dying, couldn't help but ask.

Chen Ziang saw that the seriously injured soldier was particularly weak, and immediately strode over.

"You are great, you are worthy of being my soldier and you have not brought shame to me. You are not only capable of being a team commander, but also a commander of a hundred men!"

"Don't move now, and try to talk as little as possible."

Chen Ziang checked the wound of the seriously injured brother while speaking, and then ordered people to remove the door panel and prepare to carry him back for rescue.

"Sir, my life is already like this, but I have killed a few dynasty soldiers and avenged my parents. It is enough......."

The soldier saw Chen Ziang trying to save him, and he wanted to stop him. After all, in those days, serious injuries were equivalent to death.

"You are my soldier. If I don't let you die, you must live!" Chen Ziang said in a serious tone.

"Someone, come, carry him back and rescue him!"

""Yes!"

At Chen Ziang's urging, the seriously injured and dying brothers were quickly sent back to the camp for rescue.

These seriously injured soldiers were already as pale as death, waiting to die, but they did not expect Chen Ziang to do his best to rescue them, which moved them deeply.

After Chen Ziang, the lieutenant general, handed over the tasks in the city to the deputy battalion commanders Li Lang and Zhang Bao, he personally returned to the camp to participate in the treatment of the wounded.