Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

As soon as Xiao Fang finished speaking, the Zhenbei Army surged out behind him like a tide.

"Kill! Avenge the prince!"

"Kill all the barbarians!"

"Leave no one alive!"

Those soldiers were already red-eyed with rage.

Now the northern barbarians are besieged in the city, like wolves with broken teeth.

They charged forward one by one, swords drawn, showing no mercy.

Xiao Fang took the lead and charged straight into the central army of the Northern Hu.

He swung his long sword, and wherever the blade flashed, the Northern Hu soldiers fell in droves.

The fourth prince, protected by his personal guards, was about to retreat.

Xiao Fang had already seen him.

"Trying to leave?"

He spurred the horse hard, and the black horse reared up, crashing directly into the ranks of the Northern Hu's personal guards.

Lu Zhao, Ming Rui, and Deputy General Liu followed closely behind.

The men, like sharp knives, tore a gash in the Northern Hu army's central force.

Lu Zhao darted in from the left and cleaved a young Northern Hu general in two with a single stroke.

"Xiao Fang! Go after that bastard! Leave this to us!"

Mingrui didn't speak, but simply raised his gun to protect Xiao Fang's side, his spear thrusting out like a dragon.

Deputy General Liu, his eyes bloodshot with rage, led a troop of cavalry in a sweeping advance.

Xiao Fang rode up to the Fourth Prince.

The fourth prince brandished his sword in resistance.

The two knives clashed with a crisp "clang".

Xiao Fang didn't give him another chance to raise his knife.

A flash of light.

The fourth prince's knife flew halfway before he fell off his horse.

The northern barbarian troops on all sides were thrown into complete chaos.

"The fourth prince is dead!"

"Run!"

Where can we run to?

The city gates had already been sealed off by archers.

Ahead lay a barrage of blades, behind a hail of arrows.

The Northern Hu soldiers were like wolves driven into a cage, only able to run around aimlessly.

Gu Jinghuai huddled against the wall, hiding behind the broken waterwheel.

He watched helplessly as blood splattered.

Someone had just run up to him when he was pinned to the ground by a spear.

Some people didn't even have time to scream before they were trampled to death by the horses' hooves.

The corpses piled up higher and higher.

There were Northern Hu soldiers piled up at the entrance of the alley, almost as tall as a person.

He was trembling all over.

He buried his face in his knees, leaving only his eyes showing.

Suddenly, a tribal chief shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Don't run! Charge towards the city gate!"

"Hold on together! Charge!"

"If we don't charge out, we're all going to die!"

The Northern Hu soldiers clung to a piece of driftwood like drowning people.

"Charge! Charge towards the city gate!"

"To survive, push your way forward!"

Tens of thousands of people surged toward the city gate at the same time.

People were packed together, and horses were shoulder to shoulder.

The rain of arrows continued.

There were too many people.

Someone was shot in the shoulder with an arrow, but only let out a groan and kept running.

Some people were shot in the leg and their faces turned pale with pain, but they still dragged themselves forward and pushed their way through.

Only those shot in the throat, chest, or face will fall to the ground.

They used layer upon layer of people to block the rain of arrows.

At the city gate, a dozen or so Liang soldiers stood guard at the entrance.

There are too many people from the northern Hu region.

When they surged up, even a gun couldn't penetrate them.

Some were slashed down, others were knocked away.

Finally, the door was opened a crack.

"The door's open! Run!"

The northern barbarians pushed their way out like madmen.

The door was so narrow that only one person could squeeze through sideways.

Someone was squeezed against the door frame, and their bones were broken.

Some people had just squeezed out and hadn't run far when they were shot down by archers who had been deployed from the city wall.

Outside the city gate, only a few dozen people managed to rush out.

They hadn't run far before they were all shot dead outside the moat.

"Open it faster! Open it wider!"

"Don't push me!"

"Let me out first!"

The people behind were still pushing and shoving.

The city gate was forced open wider and wider with a creaking sound.

Once the door was fully open, the Northern Hu people rushed out like a burst dam.

This time, even the archers couldn't keep up with the arrows.

But before they could cross the moat, the Zhenbei Army had already caught up with them.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!"

"Annihilate the Northern Hu!"

"Avenge the Prince!"

The Zhenbei Army chased the Northern Hu soldiers out of the city.

Some of the northern barbarians dropped their knives, knelt on the ground, and shouted, "I surrender!"

The knife has already come down.

No one paid any attention.

Some horses were slow-moving and were stabbed through the back by a spear.

Some people even lost their boots while running, and crawled barefoot on the snow, only to be trampled over by the cavalry that caught up with them.

The Northern Hu people completely lost their ability to resist.

They only regret that their parents didn't give them two more legs.

More than 30,000 people who escaped from the city were like scattered sheep, pursued and killed by the Zhenbei Army.

On the snow-covered plains, torches stretched out in a long line.

The shouts of killing echoed from midnight until dawn.

The last group of Northern Hu soldiers were surrounded on a small slope outside the moat.

By daybreak, not a single Northern Hu soldier remained standing on the snow-covered ground outside the city.

Xiao Fang sat on his horse and slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

"withdraw troops."

"Return to the city and rest."

When Xiao Fang led his army back to the city, the bloodshed had not yet dissipated.

Before the corpses on the long street had been cleaned up, several soldiers from Zhenbei dragged a man out from under the wall.

"Your Highness! There's still one alive here!"

The man's hands were tied behind his back, and he was pushed around unsteadily.

He was dressed in a tattered leather robe, his face covered in blood and mud, and he was no longer the same person he used to be.

Two soldiers forced him to kneel on the ground.

"Kneel down!"

The man lay trembling in the blood.

Xiao Fang, mounted on his horse, only glanced at it.

They are not from the Northern Hu region.

Moreover, that figure looked somewhat familiar.

He turned his horse and took two steps closer.

"look up."

The person didn't move.

Lu Zhao, impatient, stepped forward and kicked him in the shoulder.

"Let you hold your head high!"

The man was kicked and fell to the side, finally slowly raising his face.

Beneath her disheveled hair was a pale, thin face.

Deep-set eyes and high cheekbones.

His right hand's knuckles were twisted and hung limply in his sleeve; it was already useless.

Xiao Fang looked at him and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Gu Jinghuai".

The surroundings fell silent instantly.

Lu Zhao was also stunned.

"Who do we have here? It's you, you traitor!"

Gu Jinghuai remained silent.

He knelt there in the blood, trembling all over.

I don't know if it was the cold or the fear.

Xiao Fang looked down at him.

"You're lucky you survived the chaos of battle!"

Gu Jinghuai opened his mouth, his voice dry and hoarse.

"I...I have something I want to say to Shuyao..."

Xiao Fang didn't let him finish speaking.

He turned his horse around and left with a single sentence.

"Take him away and lock him up in solitary confinement."

Don't let him die.