The Battle of Bozhou has reached its final stage. Although the ending is destined, the process is still very long. The progress of fighting on the mountain is not fast, but Liu Dadao is not in a hurry. He has already won, and all that remains is a matter of time. He even wrote the battle report for the victory, and only a few words were missing, because he is not sure whether he can catch the alive Yang Yinglong.

At this time, hearing that Liu Dadao attacked Hailongdun and had even broken Tucheng. The local forces in Bozhou, who were still on the outside, were still resisting the Ming army, collapsed. Song Tiandao and Annan Tian's army successfully arrived at Hailongdun. Due to the joining of these two armies, the entire Hailongdun was even more inclined.

Although Liu Dadao was brave, he was not a lie who could only do it. At this time, he still didn't understand how to use the trick of attacking the heart. Every day, the leaflets were spread onto the mountain like snowflakes. Although he also knew that most of the local soldiers were illiterate at all, even if there were only one or two literate among the hundred people, he believed that the news of persuading surrender would soon spread.

Liu Dadao's idea was indeed good. Soon, the local soldiers from the mountain sneaked down the mountain to surrender. At the beginning, they were scattered. Liu Dadao made full use of these people and then let them show up and shout to the mountain. The people who surrendered soon called their friends and were in groups of three or five.

The mountain is naturally guarding against such things, but under the current situation, Yang Yinglong has no persuasion in the promotional battle, so more and more people secretly went down the mountain to surrender to the Ming army, but Yang Yinglong has no choice.

Ye Xiaotian is very free and comfortable these days. As soon as Song Tiandao and An Nantian arrive, Ye Xiaotian becomes a regular visitor in the camp of the two. These two people are the heirs of the next generation of the Shuixi'an clan and the Shuidong Song clan. Whether it is from the immediate interests or the long-term interests, Ye Xiaotian needs to establish a good relationship with them.

Ye Xiaotian and these two people had a good relationship, but now they are trying to make friends again. They will soon be in a hot fight, and they will almost kill the chicken's head and beg for a man.

The battle finally came to the last moment. An Nantian and Song Tiandao, who later joined, were eager to show their feelings, and asked Liu Dadao to fight and joined the main attack camp. On that day, they finally reached the last level of Hailongtun, Yang Yinglong's back garden.

Looking up, there was only the sky high above the Heavenly King Pavilion. There were shouts everywhere and firelights everywhere. Annan Tianmen, Song Tiandao tribe, Ma Qiancheng tribe, and Wu Guang tribe rushed up one after another, killing blood flowing into a river.

Ye Xiaotian, who was playing soy sauce, followed Liu Dadao's handsome flag and looked like a good baby. This is the ultimate battle. At this time, it has nothing to do with the victory or defeat or the sacrifice. If you rush forward, you will grab the credit. Ye Xiaotian has already gained enough benefits, so he will naturally be conscious of the tact and will not rush forward.

Yang Yinglong stood on the highest stone steps on the Tianwang Pavilion. The mountain wind made his robe tremble, as if it was so cold that it was too cold at the height, and his face turned as if it was as if it was as bright as it was.

On the next step, there were many wives, concubines and children such as Tian Xifeng, Zhou and He. On the next step, Yang Zhaolong, Yang Chaodong, Tian Feipeng, Tian Yipeng and other absolute confidants.

He Hanliang had already boarded the pirate ship and had no chance of rebelling. At this moment, he was still leading his troops to struggle desperately, while Yang Yinglong's most confidant people were all concentrated in the Heavenly King Pavilion. They could clearly hear the fighting shouts in front of them, and they knew very well that the last moment had come.

Everyone's faces were as dark as the faces, and their faces were covered with a layer of death.

"Brother!"

Yang Zhaolong had tears in his eyes and looked back and called out to Yang Yinglong with a trembling voice.

Tian Xifeng also turned around and looked at Yang Yinglong, unable to tell whether it was guilt, attachment or despair in her eyes.

Yang Yinglong closed his eyes and looked indifferently at the last line of defense of the Death Guard who could see clearly. His eyes flew over his wives, concubines, children, and relatives, and sighed: "Bozhou Yang Family, has been passed down for 800 years. I, Yang Yinglong, are the great sinners of the Yang Family in Bozhou!"

Tian Xifeng could no longer hold it back and cried out sadly: "The King of Heaven!"

Tian Xifeng fell to the ground and cried sadly. Yang Zhaolong and others also knelt down together and cried loudly.

Yang Yinglong stood silently for a moment, and two lines of tears finally slowly rolled down his cheeks, and he choked and said, "Yang Yinglong, the crime is extremely serious, and no redeem for death! In the future... it is impossible to protect you!"

Yang Yinglong dragged his long sword backwards and slowly walked into the Heavenly King Pavilion.

The door of the pavilion closed with a slam, and everyone was lying on the steps, crying even more sadly.

Suddenly, a thick smoke gushed out, and then a blazing tongue of flames spurted out from the window grid. Yang Chaodong shouted in horror: "Dad!"

Tian Xifeng knew that Yang Yinglong had decided to die when he was dragging his sword into the pavilion. She was not surprised at this time, but the tears blurred his eyes, and nothing could be seen except red.

She regrets and hates so much. What she once longed for infinitely has now become a waste. Looking back, the days she once despised was so rare and so nostalgic. But now, missing her has become a luxury.

"My husband!"

The second wife, Zhou and the sixth wife, He, saw Yang Yinglong commit suicide, burst into tears, jumped up suddenly, covered his sleeves, and hit the pavilion door. As soon as the two rushed in, their rapid tongues of flames completely swallowed them. With such a huge fire, it was obvious that Yang Yinglong had already made arrangements.

There were bursts of exclamations in the crowd, and Tian Xifeng burst into tears and murmured to herself: "If you die, die, sooner or later, you will die..."

Seeing that the Heavenly King Pavilion turned into a ball of flames towards the sky, An Nantian and Song Tiandao were both from the Tusi family. Seeing that Yang Yinglong had fallen into this field, he couldn't help but feel sad and slowed down his offensive slightly.

Wu Guang and Ma Qiancheng were anxious and red. Ma Qiancheng hated Yang Yinglong more than the sky and wanted to kill him. Fang Xiaofei's hatred, how could he let him die if he was cheap? Wu Guang was even more anxious. A living Yang Yinglong could have made more contributions than a dead Yang Yinglong. If Yang Yinglong could be captured alive and handed to the capital to the emperor for justice, the contribution would be at least 30%.

The two immediately called on the guards of the family and rushed in frantically. Seeing that the Heavenly King Pavilion was on fire, the Heavenly King had already committed suicide. The dead soldiers couldn't help but be stunned. Their desire to resist was slightly weak, but they broke through their defense line by the two.

Wu Guang rushed to the Tianwang Pavilion first. Yang Chaodong, Yang Zhaolong and others were still carrying weapons, but were forced to the stairs by the flames. They stood there blankly. When they saw Wu Guang rushing, they did not fight.

Wu Guang shouted: "Hurry! Put out the fire! Drag Yang Yinglong out!"

Seeing the raging fire rising up, Wu Guanglao was eager to rush in and die. He was anxious and simply grabbed a shield and put it in front of him, and rushed into the flame-lit Heavenly King Pavilion.

Ma Qiancheng arrived later and was stunned when he saw such anger. Although he hated Yang Yinglong to the core and wanted to kill him, he was unwilling to take such risks. He was inferior to Wu Guang, who was eager to seize the merits.

"Brother! Big brother! I am Qiansi!"

Ma Qiancheng was stunned when a person suddenly snatched out of the crowd, and he crawled in front of him, hugged his thighs, raised his face and begged: "Brother, I have no intention of rebelling! You must save me! Brother..."

"Ma Qiansi!"

Ma Qiancheng shouted angrily, opened his eyes angrily, and suddenly raised the blood-stained sword in his hand, but the sword was held in the air and could not be stabbed. Ma Qiancheng gritted his teeth and endured it for a while, kicked Ma Qiansi away, shouting, "Get out of here!"

Ma Qiansi was kicked to the ground and rolled on the ground. He was still waiting to pounce on him and begged Ma Qiancheng. At this time, a shout from the Heavenly King Pavilion, a fire man suddenly jumped out and rolled a few times on the ground, barely colliding with him, but the two fell in different positions. The man danced and thrust his knees, hitting his nose, and knocked him fainted with a "boh".
Chapter completed!