Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Chapter name: 136. Jiangxia

136. %&*"; Jiangxia

On the road after the heavy rain, Ye Lize took the lead in front of the army but was a little eager to contemplate. Nanhou and others followed her and saw her so curious and asked: "What happened to Wang Hao?" Ye Li shook his head and said: "Nothing, some worried about the situation in Xinyang." Nanhou's incomprehensible eyebrows, Xinyang City It’s a foregone conclusion, and what are you worried about? Ye Liu frowned and looked at the roadside, because it was not an official road, and there were people all over the place who were constantly fleeing from the northwest. Looking at these people dragging their homes with awkward look, the only thing in the heart of the leaves is the five flavors. In fact, most of the current situation in the war will be due to the infighting of the courts. If it is prepared to dispatch the reinforcements in time, this is how it is. In any era, the most hurt in the war is always the people. Ye Liu is a bit embarrassed to think of a sentence that the previous teacher taught - Xing, the people suffer. Death, the people suffer.

"Wang Hao." Zhuo Jing chased the horse from behind, riding to the side of the glass behind half a horse whisper.

Yeli slightly pulled the reins and slowed down, looking at Zhuo Jing sideways. Zhuo Jing Shen said: "Just came the news, Xinyang broke."

Ye Zi nodded and looked as usual. Xinyang’s failure to keep this is what everyone expects. Shen Shen asked for a moment: “How is the Yuan General?”

"The general has already taken people back to Jiang Xia. But..." Zhuo Jing hesitated for a moment, "just received the news. The Xiling army ... slaughtered Xinyang City!"

"What?!" Ye Liu's face sank, and the original clear eyebrows were instantly dyed with a layer of chilling cold cream. Nanhou, who was closest to them, also clearly heard Zhuo Jing’s words, and the reins in his hands quickly stabilized. Only fixedly looking at Zhuo Jing did not speak, Zhuo Jing whispered: "Xiling's army entered the city and clash with the people in the city, then the general leader Zheng Yu, who took the lead in the city, ordered the slaughter of Xinyang."

"What does the southern king of Xiling Town mean?"

"Zhennan Wang did not go to the front line. When he ordered to stop it, it was too late. Xinyang... At least two-thirds of the people died in disobedience..." Zhuo Jing’s voice was a bit dumb. Since the founding of the country, a city has been slaughtered. Things are still happening for the first time. This makes many soldiers unacceptable.

Ye Liu sneered a sigh of relief, and said that the reins ran forward. Nanhou stunned a bit, and some puzzled look at Zhuo Jing on one side. Zhuo Jing hesitated, followed up. I^Yellow did not go far, but stopped by the roadside and looked at the passing people who were passing silent. Zhuo Jing whispered: "Wang Hao." Ye Li looked back at him, and casually played the whip, and said: "Someone once told me that letting ordinary people experience the war personally is a shame for the military and the country. ”

Zhuo Jing advised: "This is not Wang Hao's fault."

Ye Li shook his head and smiled coldly: "What is Zheng Zheng? His head is set by the king's palace. Benedict wants his head to pay homage to the spirit of the people of Xinyang City!"

"The subordinates understand that it is guaranteed that the head of Zheng Zheng will hang on the wall of Xinyang City within ten days!"

Seven days later, when Zhennan Wang had been on the river in the summer, the Lei Tengfeng who stayed in Xinyang sent a secret letter. Zheng Zheng, who stayed in Xinyang City, was killed in his own room. The head was hung on the head of Xinyang City. There was still a word for flying dragons and phoenixes beside the head. It is clearly stated that the murderer is the king's house. After receiving the secret letter of Lei Tengfeng, the southern part of Zhennan was so sinking, and after a moment of contemplation, he returned to Lei Tengfeng with a letter, and then ordered to step up the attack on Jiangxia.

The small town of Jiangxia is only a distance of more than two hundred miles from Xinyang. The area of ​​the city is less than one-third of the belief, and the area around the three sides is small. However, this small town, Xiling's cost is equivalent to the sum of several cities. Originally, the road was like a broken bamboo. It seems that the invincible Xiling army finally saw the true strength of the Chu army in front of this small city. Even the town of Nanyang, who has not conquered Xinyang, has not personally stood on the battlefield. This time, he personally stood behind the army, standing on the hills and watching the soldiers of the two soldiers in the city keep entangled and killed. Watching the soldiers in black in the city building seem to be tireless forever, they constantly attack the enemies who climbed the wall.

"Wang Ye, I didn't expect a small 50,000-small town in the district to be so difficult. Should we think of a way?" The general standing behind him asked in a low voice, and the look of the black figure on the tower was filled with frustration and shadow. . This is the seal of the Mohist army with a myriad of blood and life deeply engraved in the hearts of every enemy for centuries.

Zhennan Wang sighed: "Fortunately, the emperor of the Great Chu did not trust the king's house very much."

No one behind the generals asked why, because they were equally grateful. If the big Chu and his ministers know each other and trust each other, why is it that the world is not peaceful?

"Don't stop day and night, step up the storm. Must take Jiang Xia before the arrival of the reinforcements of the Wangfu!" Zhennan Wang Li said.

"The end will lead you!"

On the far wall, a gray-haired veteran, General Lantern, stared at the enemy's sword and eyebrows that seemed to never retreat. A pair of insights into the eyes of the world are full of red bloodshot and tired, but his back is quite straight, staring at the eyes of the city filled with the determination to coexist with Jiang Xia.

"Yuan General." Cold Qingyu rushed. Less than a month after the expedition, the young face of Leng Qingyu’s cold and indifferent face is full of vicissitudes and frustrations. Yuan Zhen looked at him and shook his head and sighed: "Cold General, is there something?"

Cold Qingyu glanced at the place where the flag fluttered in the distance, frowning: "Yuan General, we have been shutting down the city so that we are afraid of attacking the morale of the soldiers too much."

Yuan Zhendao: "Despite the reassurance of the generals, the morale of the Mohist army will never be suppressed because of the districts. Everyone knows that our army does not have the power to fight with Xiling at present. The only thing that can be done." Cold Qingyu glanced at the soldiers who stood in the city, and his eyes were dark. Yuan Zhen said that it was not the morale of the Mohist army that was really hit, but the morale of the less than 10,000 defending soldiers he brought from Xinyang City. After this defeat, these defeats will have been completely ruined. In the past few days, the unrestrained attacks of the Xiling soldiers have made them stunned. In this way, they don’t have to wait until Jiang Xia is broken.

"This is the battlefield. The old man's task is to keep Jiang Xia. Cold general, the momentary arrogance will not bring any benefits to the current situation. The Xiling soldiers are not pustules, and our tens of thousands of people have entered the hundreds of thousands of troops. It is no different from the water into the sea. It can only be swallowed by them." Yuan Yi language has a long heart. Cold Qingyu is silent, but Yuan Zhen said that he does not understand, but he is really unable to endure the current dilemma. The first time in his life, he has fallen so far. In fact, the outcome of this war has not had much to do with him. It is foreseeable that in the near future, even if it is not the punishment of the emperor, it will certainly be the idleness of the world. In this life, he will never have the opportunity to lead the troops. Siege, defend the city.

The soldiers of both sides sneaked in the tireless day and night, and the corpses of the city buildings flowed into the river. The body of the enemy, the enemy's body has long been unable to distinguish. Everyone seems to be killing only by instinct. Then, Jiang Xia’s strength was only 50,000, including the number of people who died in support of Xinyang. In fact, the number of people is less than 40,000, even if the number of soldiers who have withdrawn from Xinyang will be less than 50,000. And their enemies are full of more than 200,000 soldiers. These soldiers are the soldiers and horses that have been cultivated by Zhennan Wang in the past ten years, and they are also elite in the elite. The strength of Jiangxia Shoucheng is getting less and less. Every time it seems that the gate will be broken in the next moment, but the time passes by, and the banner hanging on the tower is still the banner of the Dachu and Mojiajun.

Behind the Xiling army, the southern king of the town looked awkwardly at the closed gate in the distance.

"Wang, they can't hold it."

Zhennan Wang did not speak, but his eyes were filled with respect for the enemy. A full five-day, twelve-hour violent attack. Only tens of thousands of horses in the district, even if he himself does not necessarily guarantee to be able to support the present. This is not something that the Lord will be able to do with wisdom and ability. It must also have unparalleled faith and determination throughout the military. For a long while, Zhennan Wang Shen said: "Continue! One time to attack Jiang Xia!"

After a long time, the gates of Jiangxia City finally fell heavily and slowly. On the upper floor of the city, Yuan Lan, who was in the blood of the blood, threw away his shirt and glanced at the warrior who had already been on the tower. "Give me a kill!"

All the soldiers were red-eyed, and it was their shame that the city guarded by the Mohist army was trampled by the enemy. And they must wash away such shame with the blood of the enemy. All the soldiers are desperately rushing to the enemy closest to them, the city hall, the gate of the city, the streets, killing everywhere.

Cold Qingyu stood in a corner of the street, watching the eyes of the eyes smothered as if they were going to drip. Behind him is a group of disabled soldiers who have escaped from Xinyang and can no longer fight, and no one asks them to pick up their weapons again. Cold Qingyu looked back at them, Shen Sheng said: "Is it seen? They are the same as the guys of the big Chu! The same city is broken, what did they do, what have we done? It is the general who is incapable of holding Xinyang. You can do it yourself!" After that, pull out the sword and rushed out.

The remnants of the soldiers face each other, and for a long time a person took the knife in his hand and rushed out. Then another one, there is one...

A group of soldiers completely different from the black Mohist army rushed out from the corner of the street and rushed to the enemy forces that poured in from the gate of the city. The detention of the Xiling soldiers into the city further aroused the animal nature of the heart, and screamed at the soldiers of every big Chu. Instant blood then the street.

"Booming -"

The earth-shattering sound came from far and near, and everyone couldn’t help but be one. The surviving Mohist army’s face burst into ecstasy and anger, “Black Cloud Ride! Black Cloud Ride! The reinforcements are coming!”

On the wide streets, the crowds of black people rushed over with the mighty momentum and the suffocating suffocation. The head of a red man rushed to the horse, the voice of Qing Yue is full of murderous, "block the city gate, the thieves who entered the city are not allowed to release. Left and right wings, on the wall!"

"Yes!"