Chapter 664.2

On the dilapidated city wall, the garrison sat down fatiguedly, with bloodstains on their faces and even broken arms.

Although they stick to it, they don't complain, but the light in their eyes has long disappeared, and it's gray like the sky without half a star or a faint cloud in the dark.

Their leader held on to the bloody spear in his hand and stood hard.

Ling Tianwang's voice was magnified by the loudspeaker and clearly fell into everyone's ears, but it didn't stir up any waves.

Victory? They never thought about it! All they want is to die on the battlefield and protect their families.

Probably no one would have thought that someone would hold the soldiers' families in their hands and threaten them with their names, so they can't step back!

"Whether you believe it or not, I can guarantee that if you choose to surrender, my soldiers and I will never hurt the people in the city!"

"But if you still insist on doing something recklessly, we can only choose to attack by force. If it causes any harm to the people in the city, they can only blame you!"

Ling Tianwang's voice is a little distorted after being amplified by the loudspeaker, which is floating in the air.

The soldiers who guarded the city had already heard of the present appearance of the occupied city before, so naturally they would not doubt Ling Tianwang's guarantee. They just resented themselves and the Song Ci who was far away in the capital.

If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't look at the road of life, turn around and go to the road of death, even with the people all over the city.

In the face of the silence of the city guards, Song Ci's expression remained unchanged, but he sighed a little helplessly.

Moving the horn a little further, Ling Tian looked sideways and complained in a low voice, "they always can't believe me."

Listening to the voice of his implied grievance, Zhou ruo'an's mouth could not be controlled to turn up. She turned her head, and the light in her eyes also changed.

"No problem. When you capture this city and let them see what you've done, they will believe it." Zhou ruo'an said in a soft voice, with soothing words.

Sipping his lips, Ling Tianwang didn't say anything more, and the horn was also handed to others.

"Tell them that we'll finally give them half an hour to think." Zhou ruo'an said softly.

She tilted her head, noticed Ling Tianwang's eyes and explained with a smile, "if they still insist after half an hour, then we don't have to be merciful."

"Well," Ding Ding looked at her, and Ling Tian nodded.

Seeing this, people nearby immediately understand what they should do.

"Half an hour?" Someone opened his mouth and squeezed a rhetorical question from his dry throat.

People next to him looked at him, and there was a little irony and despair in his eyes.

Satire is for oneself, and despair is for oneself.

"Where do we have a choice," the man murmured, looking down at the scar on his arm. "We can only die, we can only die!"

When he spoke, his arm suddenly tightened, and the bleeding wound cracked. The blood immediately dripped down, and the tears inadvertently fell down. They fell into the thick blood and were carried to the ground.

The people next to him looked at him with the same bitter smile.

The dry and cracked lips were moistened countless times, but the result was still hindered by dark blood scab, which seemed a bit ferocious.

"Where do we have a choice?"

Half an hour of time flashed by, no accident, Ling Tianwang did not get any answer from the other side.

Ruoyouruowu took the lead, lingtianwang waved his hand, the soldiers behind him immediately made a charge posture.

"Go Ling Tianwang raised his voice to order, and his voice was simple.

Thousands of soldiers trampled on the ground in disorder, causing bursts of tremor on the ground, as if even the city wall had a weak change.

This time, the already exhausted people had no room for resistance, and even before they could fight back, they were rushed through the city gate.

"Hold your hand, or you will be killed!"

Adhering to Ling Tianwang's command, the soldiers quickly cleaned up the battlefield. They were in a hurry but didn't appear impatient. Everyone's eyes were shining.

In the city, in order to avoid being hurt, the people shut themselves up in the courtyard, in the house, even in the cellar, one by one quietly shrinking, as if turned into stone carvings.

They carefully distinguish the voices coming from the outside, their eyes twinkle, and weigh what they may encounter next in their hearts.

"Go," Ling Tianwang said, riding on his horse.

Zhou ruo'an nodded quietly, followed him firmly and walked in the empty streets.

The news of the city being broken quickly spread to the ministers in the court, and hit the Song Ci's heart heavily.

His eyes red, wanton destruction of the indoor everything, in order to vent their anger.

"I want you to stop them! Let you must guard every city! But now, now what do I hear? ""In a short time, we lost three more cities!! If the momentum is always like this, will they attack the capital in the next second! I'm going to enter the palace! You're going to drag me off the Dragon chair! Buried in the earth? "

…

He kept shouting, trying to hide his fear.

The messenger knelt quietly on the ground, his fingers beating constantly. He wanted to refute, but he gave up at the moment of opening his mouth.

He told himself in his heart that Song Ci didn't want to hear what he had done behind his back, nor did he want to hear the embarrassment behind his back, but his initial arrangement was useless.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sighing. His eyes fell to the ground, but there was nothing in them.

“… Why don't you say something? You can't be dumb! "

Song Ci vented alone for a long time, but he didn't hear the other side's answer. His reason was suddenly broken by anger.

He did not look, fingers randomly fished from the side, then heavily hit in front of the past.

He doesn't care about what he throws and whether the other party will get hurt or even die in his venting behavior.

The shoulder was hit heavily, the man couldn't control the pain and exhaled.

Before the pain came, he seemed to hear the sound of bone fracture!

"Speak Song Ci repeated his words again. His expression was ferocious, and his red eyes could almost bleed. He looked like a devil crawling out of hell. Where was the nobility and elegance of the emperor.

The man clenched his teeth, tried to suppress the curse in his throat, and said word by word, "I don't work hard, I'll deal with it."