The Prodigal Son of the Empire

He glanced down the city subconsciously, Zhao Jun, the man known as the General of the Pingxi Army, trembled even more!

"Kill! Kill!"

The shouts shook the sky, and the soldiers of the Pingxi army who rushed to the city wall were all red-eyed. Under this momentum, all Yan soldiers were terrified!

"Save people! Save people!"

There were also soldiers who were separated to rescue the hostages who were brought over and protect them.

Defeat like a mountain!

Yan Bing was killed less and less, and the corpses piled up, and there was nowhere to go!

"The general has an order to capture the enemy's chief alive!"

"The general has an order to capture the enemy's chief alive!"

Hearing this sound, Shang Mou finally came back to his senses, his complexion was extremely ugly!

"There, he is there, follow me to kill him!"

Peng Li shouted loudly.

The armor worn by the general is different from that of ordinary soldiers and can be recognized at a glance.

"No!"

"I haven't lost yet!"

Shang Mou yelled unwillingly, there are still [-] soldiers left by him in the city to maintain order, and he still has people, at worst he will be destroyed!

But he didn't know that a special warfare battalion had already entered the city and killed all those people!

Shang Mou fled in a hurry. His weapon had been lost in the panic of the explosion just now.

But the city wall is so big, and the space is limited, where can I escape?

Seeing that there are fewer and fewer people around him, he has been pushed to the edge of the corner and has nowhere to escape.

He climbed to the edge of the city wall, thinking about the way to go, thinking about what to do?

At this time, Wang Kang had already walked over, as if feeling something in his heart, he looked at each other, and Shang Mou saw that it was the General of Zhao who said a few words to him.

Although he couldn't hear the sound, he saw the shape of the mouth, and what he said was... Can you still laugh?

Chapter 772 You are not the first, nor the last!

"Can you still laugh?"

"This……"

Shang Mou's eyes were about to burst into flames, this was really the greatest insult, the most painful slap in the face.

Not long ago, he was ridiculed to the fullest, and he was confident that as the defender of the city, he thought he would be able to defend it enough to consume the opponent, and then go out of the city to counterattack!

It would be perfect to completely destroy the Zhao army that was deployed in the enemy's rear, solve the serious problem, and ask His Highness the Crown Prince for credit at that time.

Now it has become like this!

Just five trebuchets beat them to pieces. What was in the clay pot that was so powerful?

Moreover, in Fengcheng, there have been enemy troops entangled for a long time, and he thought that they were under his perfect control all along...

The face was so thoroughly slapped that I couldn't even smile.

He looked back and saw that Zhao Jun was already on the city wall. There were only 50 or [-] Yan soldiers left. They looked terrified and kept retreating...

Terrified!

They were all terrified of being killed!

No matter how much hatred they drew in the early stage, how much they were killed now!

It's simply torture!

Yan Bing kept retreating, no longer having the heart to resist, and squeezed over, squeezing into the corner where Shang Mou was...

"I surrender!"

"I surrender!"

A Yan soldier shouted in horror.

"surrender?"

"The general orders, treat the Yan army, don't surrender!"

Don't surrender, then there is only one word left, kill!

"Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze!"

The surviving Yan army retreated out of fear, crowded in this corner, so crowded that they couldn't even raise their arms.

Shang Mou was squeezed against the wall, feeling extremely uncomfortable!

"Don't squeeze! General Shang is inside!"

The guard yelled, but it was of no avail!

So uncomfortable.

Shang Mou felt so squeezed that he was almost out of breath. He climbed up the city wall and supported himself. This was a subconscious reaction.

It was much more comfortable now, but his face was even uglier.

How did it become like this?

Shang Mou finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, the Yan soldiers in front of him retreated fiercely, squeezing layer by layer...

Sudden force, Shang Mou, who was half-hanging by the wall, was pushed down without holding onto it for a while...

"Shh!"

Shang Mou didn't react at all, and just fell down like this!

"General Shang!"

"General Shang!"