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Tang Yin had no other intentions but to admire her medical skills and ask her to become his personal doctor. Su Yelei also did not misunderstand his words. After muttering to herself for a moment, she said: "I still want to stay at home and take care of my father."

Hearing that, he faintly sighed, and said in a soft voice: "What future will there be if we remain in this small Jinhua City to practice medicine? If you want to take care of your father, you can also bring your father into the army and save those Feng Country warriors who have sweated blood because of their great cause of Feng Country! " As he spoke, he tied up his clothes and put on his armor again. Then, he stood up and walked towards the door of the tower with his two sabers in hand.

Su Yelei was shocked, she anxiously pulled Tang Yin's arm and asked: "Master Tang is still going to fight?"

Now, she was a hundred percent sure that Tang Yin wasn't a cowardly commander-in-chief, and she was also becoming more concerned about him. "You're wounded right now, so you can't continue to fight. Otherwise, your wounds will worsen and you will bleed too much. The deities won't be able to save you …"

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Tang Yin shrugged his shoulders and laughed, cutting her off: "I've also suffered injuries ten or a hundred times worse than this. Don't worry, I won't die that easily!"

He shook off her hand and walked to the door of the tower.

A fierce battle was happening here, although the Feng Army s had set up their shields, but the onrushing Ning Jun seemed to have gone mad, clashing into the shields from time to time, causing the steel helmets and Steel Armor s to crash into them.

Tang Yin observed the arena for a while, then kept his dual blades. He quickly picked up a spear from the ground and waited for another Ning Bing soldier to rush over again, holding onto his spear with both of his hands, he ruthlessly thrust forward.

"Whiz!"

This long spear pierced through the gaps of the shield, and suddenly, the soldier was caught off guard and rammed headfirst into the spear tip.

With a "pu" sound, the spearhead pierced deep into his neck. Before he could even make a sound, this soldier fell to the ground and died.

Tang Yin did not pause, he immediately retracted his spear, and waited for the Ning Bing to charge again, and fiercely thrust out his spear, at the same time piercing his opponent to the ground. With twenty Feng Army shielded by their shields to block the enemy, Tang Yin only needed to grab the opportunity to attack from the back, no need to consider defending, it would save him a large amount of stamina.

Not long after, more than twenty Ning soldiers were killed by his spear. As a result, Ning soldiers had become smarter. They no longer charged recklessly, but took out their halberds and stabbed them.

The battle still continued, but Zhan Wudi was no longer able to hold on.

Tang Yin's clone and Shangguan Yuan were extremely coordinated, one continuously suppressed him with his Soul Martial Skills, and the other occasionally appeared behind him from time to time, taking action coldly and ruthlessly. His techniques were strange, but his speed was extremely quick, and what was even worse was that the clone had Fire of Darkness s on his hand, so even Zhan Wudi did not dare get near him.

Under the pincer attack from the Shadow Clone and Shangguan Yuan, in order to protect himself, Zhan Wudi had no choice but to retreat from the city walls. Zhan Wudi who was forced down the city wall bent down and gasped for breath. From the early morning till now, how could he not be tired?

Ever since he joined the army, he had never met such a tenacious opponent. In his heart, although he was angry, there was also a faint sense of admiration. He raised his head and looked at the chaotic battle on the city wall before shaking his head as he looked at the sky. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to return to the city after today's battle. Just as he was considering whether or not he should kill his way back into the city, Zhan Wushuang's messenger arrived, causing him to immediately retreat and fight again the next day.

Receiving his brother's order, Zhan Wudi sighed, passed down the order, and the entire army retreated back to their own camp.

Once again, the retreat of the Ning Army was much stronger than before. On the city walls, the Ning Army retreated down the city walls in an orderly manner, some guards, some people behind the palace, and they did not give Feng Army the chance to retaliate, but right now, Feng Army was powerless to retaliate against the enemy. With twenty thousand Feng Army s, not even forty percent of them remained alive.

As soon as Ning Jun withdrew, the Feng Army s were like deflated balls, they could no longer stand, and all of them threw away the weapons in their hands and collapsed onto the city wall with a thud. As they looked around, the city wall was covered with people, and at this moment, they could not tell that those were corpses, and those were living, the surviving soldiers were even more miserable than corpses.

Ning Jun finally retreated, Tang Yin kept his Shadow Clone, the dark spiritual energy returned to his body, and the wounds on his body healed themselves, healing as before. Because of the Fire of Darkness, the spirit energy he returned to him was even more abundant than when he was releasing the Shadow Clone, but he could not rely on the Fire of Darkness to replenish his strength. Even if he did not act now, sweat continued to pour out from time to time.

He forced his tottering body, commanding the soldiers to bandage each other's wounds. Not to mention that the military doctors had already been killed by the Ning Army, even if they were still there, they wouldn't be able to cure these eight thousand over soldiers. Now, they could only let the soldiers save themselves. Fortunately, the medicine in the city was sufficient, so the wounds on their bodies could be applied in time to prevent it from getting worse.

Tang Yin understood that these eight thousand soldiers would not be able to fight for a short period of time, and it was not certain that the enemy would continue to attack the North City tomorrow. For safety reasons, he split the eight thousand soldiers up and distributed them to the other three sides, and then transferred three thousand men from the other three sides, bringing the total to ten thousand people to guard the North City.

The battle was over, and the battlefield still needed cleaning. Both sides' personnel were busy cleaning up the corpses.

A large number of slaves dressed in cloth gushed out from the Ning Army Camp and walked to the battlefield and the foot of the city walls, loading up the corpses of Ning Army soldiers and soldiers and bringing them back to their own camps. The same thing happened to the Feng Army s, but the corpses of the people of Jinhua City s that came out to help were not slaves, instead, they were the corpses of their own side's soldiers and the Ning Soldier's corpses. The former were carried back to the city, while the latter was thrown out of the city, to be dealt with by the Ning Army's corpse collecting team.

Until now, both sides had been very close, but they were able to get away peacefully. No one talked, and the battlefield was abnormally quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of the corpses being moved around.

After the first battle, more than ten thousand people died from Feng Army, adding the thousands lost the day before yesterday, there were close to twenty thousand fewer people, leaving over thirty thousand behind.

He did not know how long the battle would last, and the corpses could not be stored in the city for too long either. In order to prevent the corpses from rotting and becoming pestilential, he could only pile up the corpses, water the Pyretic Oil s, then build up some firewood and incinerate them on the spot.

When the corpses were being burned, almost all the soldiers of the Feng Army had come over. Seeing their former comrades in robes slowly turning into ashes in the sea of flames, the Generals And Soldiers of Feng Army did not stop crying as deep sobs rose and fell one after another on the battlefield.

Gradually, the citizens of the city walked out of their homes in groups of three to five, coming to the square where the corpses were burnt, and gathered around to watch.

"When the country is in trouble, I shall set out for war. I shall hide my body behind a horse's hide and strengthen my valor!"

Some among the people from Feng Army started to sing the military song, and very quickly, the song affected everyone present, whether it was the soldiers, the citizens, the generals, or ordinary soldiers, they all started to sing along, and at this moment, the low and deep wind song seemed to become even more tragic and majestic.

These short sixteen words were originally written from the blood and tears of countless Feng Ren's ancestors, stimulating generations of Feng Zhenren to fight on the battlefield bravely. Even the common folk were extremely familiar with the songs of the Feng Country, and were able to empathize with it.

This was the foundation of a country. The monarch can be changed, the country can be changed, and the country can even be destroyed.

The song was low and tragic at first, but as people began to sing, it also became louder and louder. In the end, almost all of the songs were shouted out.

"My lord, I am willing to join the army!"

A young man around twenty years old suddenly squeezed out from the crowd, looked at Tang Yin who was standing in the middle of the Feng Army, and shouted loudly.

As he took the lead, more and more young and able-bodied men came forward and shouted, "I too am willing to join the army! To flatten the traitors and restore my reputation! "

No one was trying to incite the people to join the army. The civilians all stood out to defend themselves. They were all willing to join the army to fight against the Ning army.

Hearing that, Tang Yin's body trembled, he turned around and looked at the hot-blooded Jinhua City youths, and his heart was moved.

He took a deep breath and forced out a smile. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm very grateful to all of you, brothers. However, the battlefield isn't child's play. One could lose his life at any time …"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the young man who led the group replied loudly, "I am not afraid of death! As long as I can exchange my life with Ning Bing's, it's worth it! "

"Yes!" Lord, we are not afraid of death! Furthermore, if we were to let the Ning Army kill us in the city, we and our families won't be able to survive either! " This was the truth. In this era, it was very common to massacre a city, and Ning Jun had done it before as well as her Feng Army.

This... Tang Yin lowered his head and did not say a word. These youths had never been trained before, nor had they participated in actual combat. Once they entered the battlefield, would they be of any use? If things went wrong, not only would there be more casualties, it might also implicate the soldiers on their side.

With this matter at stake, Tang Yin was somewhat hesitant.

Just then, Shen Zhichen walked to Tang Yin's side and said softly: "Master, do not hesitate, right now our troops are extremely short, and we have to integrate all of them into the army, able to complement our army's composition, if we go onto the battlefield, they will be led by the veterans of all of our groups, and even if we cannot help, it will not lower our military's strength!"

Regarding Shen Zhichen's words, although Tang Yin did not agree with them, there was indeed no other choice for now. After all, being short on manpower was a given.

He clenched his fist, steeled his heart, and nodded. "All right! You can join my army, but I don't have any spare armors or weapons for you, that's all I have! "" No, no... While talking, he pointed to the pile of broken helmets and weapons covered in blood piled up beside the fire and said, "You can only wear these armor. Although most of these weapons are broken, but it is proof that our soldiers are fighting bravely. I hope you don't disgrace them and can live up to the heroic spirit of their owners!