Chapter 143

To let the old General shoulder all the blame alone — this is not something Meng Yi and Zhang could have done!

Both of them followed Wang Jian!

On the outskirts of Xianyang City!

At this moment, Ying Zheng's gaze was like lightning, fixed dead on the direction of the great gate!

Now he had come to his senses!

Wang Jian's army had very likely failed in its attack on Xianyanggong!

But… he couldn't figure it out — without Li Yuanba, with only five thousand defenders in Xianyanggong, how could Wang Jian have failed to take it?

A Xianyanggong that fifteen thousand pigs could storm — could Wang Jian really fail to take it?

Or else… was he simply not putting his heart into it?

Or else… was he afraid of offending Ying Su, and deliberately holding back?

Ying Zheng's brows knitted fiercely!

At this moment, he was utterly furious!

But he still clung to a sliver of hope!

What if?

What if he had guessed wrong?

What if Wang Jian really had taken it?

What if it was all just a false report?

He thought to himself.

And just then, suddenly, Zhao Gao came running back in haste!

"How did it go?"

Ying Zheng asked.

Zhao Gao bowed respectfully, then wept and said in grief: "Your Majesty, Xianyanggong was not taken. Old General Wang Jian is outside, bearing thorns and begging punishment!"

"What?"

The words left his mouth—

Ying Zheng's head rang with a dull hum!

Then, with a crash, he hurled a bronze pot to the ground!

"Tell him to get in here!"

He roared in fury.

And in the blink of an eye, Wang Jian came in!

At this moment, bare-chested, with thorns strapped to his back, the instant he saw Ying Zheng he bowed to him:

"Your subject, Wang Jian, has failed the Emperor's trust — I deserve death!"

Having said that, he drew the sword at his waist and slashed straight at his own neck!

"What?"

The words left his mouth — Ying Zheng was stunned, and seeing Wang Jian's action, he was so frightened he went limp.

In his panic, he shouted at once: "Stop him!"

Did Meng Yi and Zhang and Zhao Gao beside him need his reminder?

Almost the instant Wang Jian drew his sword, they had already snatched it away.

Ying Zheng pointed at Wang Jian's nose and cursed:

"Wasn't it just failing to take Xianyanggong?"

"What is this!"

"What are you doing?"

"Does it have to come to this?"

He cursed as he went, seething!

In the end, seeing old Wang Jian's bare back gouged with bloody welts from the thorns, his heart ached beyond words!

Old Wang Jian!

He's nearly seventy this year!

And yet now…

Ying Zheng watched, his heart aching!

Then, without a moment's delay, he untied the ropes with his own hands and tossed the thorns aside!

Finally, he ordered men to untie Meng Yi and Zhang, patted them both on the shoulder, and said to them:

"Go home and sleep — this matter has nothing to do with you!"

As he spoke, he personally saw the two of them out.

The two men were deeply moved; at that moment, they kowtowed hard to Ying Zheng, kowtowed hard!

At last, the two left with tears in their eyes!

They were truly moved to tears!

One must remember — they were men who had suffered defeat!

Having suffered defeat, yet still receiving such treatment, it really was…

The two of them were nearly crying themselves blind.

But at the same time, they secretly swore in their hearts to pledge their lives to the Ancestral Dragon!

They must find every possible way to capture Ying Su alive, and restore the Ancestral Dragon to the throne!

The two of them cried as they left, clenching their fists!

Inside the room, Ying Zheng personally brewed a pot of tea for Wang Jian, poured him a full cup, and then, while drinking, comforted him:

"If it wasn't taken down, it wasn't taken down; it's nothing. It's just a defeat. How big of a deal is that? It doesn't count for anything at all!"

As he spoke, he comforted Wang Jian.

Wang Jian's old eyes filled with tears!

Finally, without Ying Zheng asking, he voluntarily told Ying Zheng about this battle!

This battle!

Ever since Wang Jian saw Li Cunxiao was invulnerable to blades and spears, he panicked on the spot.

But he was also unwilling to submit.

So what if you are invulnerable to blades and spears?

If fifty thousand men swarm onto you, can you still withstand it?

Do you think you are Li Yuanba, with the ability of one man fighting fifty thousand?

However... this person truly did have that ability!

Wielding a Yu King Spear, he danced it up and down; anyone who brushed against him died, anyone who touched him perished!

Relying solely on his invulnerability to blades and spears, he blocked the Chengmenkou alone, and absolutely no one could charge past!

In merely half a shichen, the corpses beneath his feet had already piled up into a small hill!

And he stood on the corpses, fighting the fifty thousand!

Seeing him so fierce, Wang Jian panicked.

Finally, he saw that on the Chenglou, more and more cannons were being pushed up.

He understood the defeat in this battle was already decided; the Outside Xianyanggong could not be taken down at all!

But he did not want to give up!

He conceived a plan, directly ordering the fifty thousand men who were fighting Li Cunxiao to flee!

He tried to use these fifty thousand men to lure Li Cunxiao away, while he himself led the remaining people to charge back into the city gate!

Originally, Li Cunxiao, who had gone berserk killing, took the bait.

But in the end, Yu Yu Huatian on the Chenglou shouted at him: "If you leave and fall into a trap, how will the Emperor blow his own horn?"

He shouted, and Li Cunxiao returned, standing once again at the Chengmenkou!

And this time, no matter how he tried to lure him, Li Cunxiao did not move a single inch!

He was completely welded shut at the Chengmenkou!

Anyone wanting to attack the Outside Xianyanggong would have to trample over his corpse!

Seeing this scene, Wang Jian fell into despair!