I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

Chapter 331: Surprise attack.

Three quarters past noon.

The sun is high in the sky.

The weather in the north is like this. It feels like the hot summer has arrived right after the cold winter.

The soldiers on the city wall gnashed their teeth, their foreheads covered with sweat, and the weapons in their hands made a creaking sound.

But it's not hot.

Under the city.

There were endless screams and resolute "Don't open the door!"

Since noon, dozens of civilians died tragically at the hands of the Ran slaves every moment.

They didn't cry or shout, and didn't even utter a single extra word.

There are only four words, "Don't open the door!"

These four words were like steel knives, stabbing into the hearts of the soldiers defending the city.

Many of the soldiers were new recruits who had just joined the army, and the swords on their waists were not even stained with blood.

What's worse, some people have been hiding in the corner, vomiting non-stop.

Only some older veterans seemed to realize something, with ambiguous expressions in their eyes.

Over the years, the Ran slaves have always robbed silver and food, but never hurt anyone.

When encountering defenders, they would simply retreat and never engage in direct confrontation.

How many soldiers have nothing but passion in their hearts but have long forgotten the cruelty of war.

"One by one, the sky hasn't fallen yet!"

At this time, King Yan, wearing heavy armor and holding a Shuolei silver spear, jumped onto the top of the city wall.

Behind him were six generals led by Wei Pingran. They looked at each other and then dispersed without saying a word.

"Your Majesty!"

A young soldier, who looked young, knelt down in front of King Yan with a plop, his armor clanking, and was about to speak.

But the old soldier behind him hit him on the helmet with his scabbard.

The buzzing sound made him speechless.

"We understand the prince's painstaking efforts. Letting these kids go out would mean they would die, but we old bones..."

The old soldier had just opened his mouth when the King of Yan followed suit and hit him on the helmet, cursing,

"You understand shit!"

"Pass on my order. Everyone, get off the tower and be deployed by the generals of each army."

As the words fell, King Yan's eyes became sharp, and as he looked outside the city, he said sternly,

"Open the city gate and let these bastards in!"

For a moment, everyone present had different expressions, as if they realized something, but were just a little bit short of it.

With a loud bang.

In winter, the gate of Guandong City Pass slowly opened.

The Rannu soldiers who were originally outside, attacking the Blood Prison relentlessly, suddenly paused and turned to look at the city gate.

I don’t know who it was, nor what he shouted.

A group of Rannu soldiers roared and rushed towards the city gate.

At the same time, in the alley that should have been empty, a group of people dressed in different clothes gathered towards the east gate without any prior arrangement.

...

East City.

On Main Street.

Prince Yan stood in the middle of the street with a gun in his hand.

The Ran Nu people who rushed into the city launched a charge against the King of Yan without hesitation.

However, just when they were a few feet away from King Yan, they heard King Yan whisper, "Sleepy!"

A blood prison about the size of a basketball court fell from the sky, trapping dozens of Rannu soldiers and several first-level strongmen of Rannu inside.

Then, a roar like thunder was heard from all around: "Kill!"

In the blood prison, countless blood spikes appeared out of thin air, and dozens of Ran Nu soldiers were pierced by the blood spikes and became motionless in an instant.

The soldiers hidden in the houses on both sides of the street were about to use the same trick again.

But then a loud noise was heard coming from the blood prison.

"Boom boom boom!"

The red blood prison immediately turned into powder.

Seeing this, King Yan frowned and cursed inwardly, saying that Wei Pingran was still too naive.

The blood prison is too large, so its lethality is much smaller.

According to convention, a killing array of four thousand people is enough to seriously injure an internal martial artist who has just entered the first level, while two thousand people are enough for external martial artists.

It's not that there is a huge difference between external and internal family.

But this military formation is mainly aimed at external martial artists.

Now, there are only Jia troops in Donglai Pass, with 16,000 people equipped with Xingwei armor.

They also need to be divided into six teams to cooperate in combat.

With the help of Donglai Pass's original formation, they could be used to trap and kill them. However, they must not detain more than ten first-level warriors at the same time, otherwise it would be like hitting a rock with an egg.

King Yan quickly calculated in his mind and cursed:

"Idiot, don't worry about me, I will defeat them one by one!"

Soon he saw more Rannu soldiers rushing in at the city gate, and he spat:

"Son of a bitch!"

After cursing, he turned and ran away.

However, the Ran Nu warrior behind him did not give King Yan any chance.

With a flash of their figures, dozens of Ran Nu of the first rank surrounded the Prince of Yan.

"Damn it, am I really getting old?"

Upon seeing this, King Yan swung the Shuolei in his hand, and a blood-red sword energy only the length of a finger slashed out.

At the same time, a thunderous roar rang out on both sides of the street:

"break!"

Then the blood-colored sword energy was seen to rapidly expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it did not stop until it expanded to more than ten feet.

The sword energy slashed at the Rannu warriors around him. A roar sounded in the street, and the smoke and dust raised blocked everyone's vision.

The King of Yan was about to escape.

His original plan was to fight guerrilla warfare.

At this moment, there was a sound of clothes tearing in the air.

King Yan frowned and held his spear to block, but he was hit by several kicks in the chest and flew backwards.

"Damn it! This old guy is not coming yet. If he dares to deceive me, I will empty your wine cellar!"

King Yan flew several feet before he managed to steady himself. He made two "Puh" sounds, spat out a mouthful of blood, and cursed.

At this time, an old and playful voice sounded in my ears:

"Li Dayan, I knew you were a dishonest person. I helped you get reinforcements, but you still wanted my wine collection!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several steel knives slashed towards King Yan.

This time, King Yan did not dodge or evade, but sat down on the ground, let out a long sigh and said:

"I don't care, these kicks, at least two jars!"

At the same time, a butcher knife, two men in straw raincoats, and three middle-aged women with heavy makeup stood in front of King Yan.

With the surge of true energy, the steel knife that was coming to chop him was directly knocked away.

At this time, the soldiers on both sides of the street realized what they had forgotten before.

The population of Donglai Pass is at least one million, and there are more than a hundred high-level warriors hidden among them.

The reason why people forget is because there is an unwritten agreement between the royal family and the warriors of the hundreds of families.

If you don't enter the court, you are not allowed to participate in politics.

No one knows the origin of this agreement, but everyone abides by it silently.

"This, this is Mother Yang? So fierce?"

"That's Madam Gui from Rouge Restaurant, right? This is terrible. I still owe Rouge Restaurant money for the wine..."

"Are you sure it's for the wine?"

"That, isn't that Old Liu who sells pork? That knife... Ugh~"

"The man wearing the straw raincoat is the lame night watchman on West Street!"

"Look at the roof. That's Mr. Tiezui from Lanyue Tower. I love to listen to him talk about the Yaksha Heroes the most."

For a moment, the soldiers hiding on both sides of the street were instantly excited.

The smoke and dust cleared, and nearly a hundred warriors appeared behind King Yan.

Observing the fluctuations of true Qi in their bodies, the lowest one was at the third level of internal martial arts, and there were several people at the second level.

The outsiders are all at the second level.